Tracks:
Mingulay Boat Song
March, Strathspey, Reel Balmoral Highlanders, Dorney Ferry/Lacklan Ferry
Flower Of Scotland
Mairis Wedding
Skye Boat Song, Going Home
Loch Lomond
Cock O’ The North, Blue Bonnets, J.K. Barkley
Jesus Christ Superstar, Saints, Marine Corps Hymn
Amazing Grace
Scotland The Brave
We’re No Awa’ Tae Bide Awa’/Auld Lang Syne
Mingulay Boat Song (Reprise)
Credits:
John Massie – solo piper, pipe major
Warren Hartmenn -
Alex Beaton – guitar
Chorus:
Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her head round, into the weather,
Heel you ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
What care we how white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
Chorus
Wives are waiting, by the pier head,
Or looking seaward, from the heather;
Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.
Chorus
Ships return now, heavy laden
Mothers holdin' bairns a-
They'll return, though, when the sun sets
They'll return to Mingulay.
Chorus
Oh Flower of Scotland, When will we see your likes again?
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
>Chorus:
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
To 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,
Chorus
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain.
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again.
Chorus
Chorus:
Step we gaily on we go,
Heel and heel
And toe for toe,
Arm and arm
And row and row,
All for Mairi’s wedding.
Over hillways, up and down,
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
All for the sake of Mairi.
Chorus
Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,
Bright her eyes as any star.
Fairest of them all by far,
Is our darlin' Mairi.
Chorus
Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
That's the toast for Mairi.
Chorus:
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Chorus
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore did wield
When the night came, silently lain
Dead on Culloden field
Chorus
Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Chorus
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
Chorus
The melody is from Antonin Dvoraks “Largo” from his “New World Symphony”. Later, the lyrics from a well-
Going home, going home,
I'm just going home;
Quiet-
I'm just going home.
It's not far, just close by,
Through an open door;
Work all done, care laid by,
Going to fear no more.
Mother's there expecting me,
Father's waiting too;
Lots o' folk gathered there,
All the friends I knew,
All the friends I knew.
Home, I'm going home!
Nothing lost, all's gain,
No more fret nor pain,
No more stumbling on the way,
No more longing for the day,
Going to roam no more!
Morning star lights the way,
Restless dream all done;
Shadows gone, break o' day,
Real life is just begun
There's no break, there's no end,
Just a living on;
Wide awake, with a smile
Going on and on.
Going home, going home,
I'm just going home,
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door.
I'm just going home,
I'm just going
Going home, going home, going home,
going home, going home, going home!
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever want to gae
On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond
Chorus:
O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But 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 coming oot in the gloaming.
Chorus
The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
Though the waefu' may cease fae their greeting
Chorus
Oh cock of the north with the dream in your hand,
my love has come home to this beautiful land
and he comes through the door with his eyes like the sun
and his kit´s bags are full of the treasures he´s won.And below the old broom there´s a tall luggin´s tail,
a bat and a crow and the jaws of a whale,
and our kitchen is full with the smell of the sea
and all of the richness my love brings to me.
Come gather your treasures by our gardens and rooms,
and bring them along to the sweet little blooms
with the sun in the morning and blaze on your chest,
oh my love has come home from north by northwest.
And here in these beds we will lay and we´ll sleep,
yes, we´ll lay and we´ll listen to the sounds of the deep,
and as long as the summer, we´ll sleep winter long,
oh my love has come home like King Salomon´s son.
Chorus:March! March! Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Why my lads dinna ye march forward in order
March! March! Eskdale and Liddesdale!
All the blue bonnets are over the border
Many a banner spread,
Flutters above your head,
Many a crest that is famous in story,
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Fight for your King and the old Scottish glory.
Chorus
Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,
Come from the glens of the buck and the roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow
Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding.
Stand to your arms and march on good order
England shall many a day, tell of the bloody fray,
When the blue bonnets came over the border
Chorus
Of those who've gone before
And we'll all be reunited,
On a new and sunlit shore,
Chorus:
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when the sun begins to shine
And when the sun begins to shine
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the sun begins to shine
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We will fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job-
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
John Newton spent much of his early life in the slave trade. However, in latter life he repented his ways and became a man of God and, between 1760 and 1770, he composed this hymn for the ages. Though the melody is thought to be an early American folk melody, it has been speculated that the tune may go back to slave origins.
In 1972, The Pipes Drums And Military Band Of The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards had a top 40’s hit on the bagpipes. This had a very profound effect on my musical tastes in later years. The first six verses of the following appeared in Newton’s hymnal in 1779.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!
Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Hark when the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-
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 of my high endeavour
Land of the shining silver
Land of 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.
Chorus
Chorus:
For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',
For we're no' awa tae le'e ye,
For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',
We'll aye come back an' see ye.
As I was walking down the street,
I met with Johnny Stobie,
I said to him will you take a dram,
He said "Why, Man, thats my hobby",
Chorus
As I was gaun doon the Overgate
I met wee Johnny Stobie
Says he tae me "Are ye fur a hauf"
Says I " Man, that's ma hoaby"
Chorus
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-
For auld lang syne!
Chorus
