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The Lewis Bridal Song

14 gennaio 2010

Chorus :
Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row,
All for Mairi’s wedding.

Over hill-ways up and down,
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings, thro’ the town
All for sake o’ Mairi.
Chorus —-

Red her cheeks as rowans are,
Bright her eye as any star,
Fairest o’ them a’ by far,
Is our darling Mairi.
Chorus —-

Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonnie bairns as weel,
That’s the toast for Mairi.
Chorus —-

The Wild Mountain Thyme

13 gennaio 2010

O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin’ heather
Will ye go
lassie
go?

Chorus:
And we’ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather
Will ye go
lassie
go?

I will build my love a bower (summerhouse)
By yon cool crystal fountain
And round it I will pile
All the wild flowers o’ the mountain
Will ye go
lassie
go?

(chorus)

I will range through the wilds
And the deep glen sae dreamy
And return wi’ their spoils
Tae the bower o’ my dearie
Will ye go
lassie
go?

(chorus)

If my true love she’ll not come
Then I’ll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather
Will ye go
lassie
go?

(chorus)

The Black Douglas

28 novembre 2009

There was a man sae dark and true wha Scotland loo’ed sae dear
There was a king wha lang will rue the Scots wha flayed him sair
Gan cry the hounds o’ Douglasvale, gan string the Ettrick bow
Gan warn the spears o’ Liddiesdale that Edward leads the foe

He wore the cross our Andrew bore by the steps o’ calvary
He won the sword our Robert wore by the field o’ Balvennie
Gan shear the chains o’ slavery, gan dance my leige man lee
Gan ring the bell o’ Liberty shod wi’ the metal free

He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green she free
He held the leopard and the tide by the field o’ Lintounie
Gan shine the shield yer father bore, gan strike yer metal free
Gan shine the helm yer father wore by the field of Torwoodlee

He rode yin nicht when it was mirk doon by the leopard’s lair
He chased the tyrant in his shirt around the field sae fair
Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banners hame
Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost the bloody game

The Black Douglas Shield

Loch Lomond

28 novembre 2009

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks o Loch Lomond

O yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low road
And Ill be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks o Loch Lomond

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side o Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin out in the gloamin

O yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low road
And Ill be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks o Loch Lomond

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again
Tho the waefu may cease frae their greeting

O yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low road
And Ill be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks o Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond

Flower of Scotland

27 novembre 2009

O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Scotland The Brave

27 novembre 2009

Hark, hark, the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down through the glen
Here where the hills lie sleeping
now feel the blood a leaping
high as the spirits of the old highland men

(Chorus)
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave

Land o’ the high endeavour
Land o’ the shining river
land o’ my heart forever

Scotland the brave

High in the Misty highlands,
out by the purple islands
brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
wild are the winds to meet you
staunch are the friends that greet you
kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eyes.

The Black Douglas
Sir James, “the good” or “the black” Douglas directs the left wing of the Scottish army on the second day of the Battle of Bannockburn, Monday 24th June, 1314.

da “Terra d’amore” di Alda Merini

1 novembre 2009

La verità è sempre quella,
la cattiveria degli uomini
che ti abbassa
e ti costruisce un santuario di odio
dietro la porta socchiusa.
Ma l’amore della povera gente
brilla più di una qualsiasi filosofia.
Un povero ti dà tutto
e non ti rinfaccia mai la tua vigliaccheria.

alda

ciao, Alda