The Tannahill Weavers

by Tannahill Weavers

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Jock Stewart 03:52
Well my name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny gaun man Though a roving young fellow I've been. Chorus - So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet everyday. And it's oft I have sat with both bottle and friend Is there ae man could e'er ask for more? Chorus Let us catch well the hours and the minutes that fly Let us share them sae weel while we may. Chorus So come fill up your glass with whisky or wine And whatever the price I will pay.
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My heart was ance as blythe and free as summer days were lang But a bonnie, westlin' weaver lad has gart me change my sang. Chorus - Tae the weavers gin ye gang, my lass Tae the weavers gin ye gang I rede you richt gang ne'er at nicht Tae the wevers gin ye gang. My mither sent me to the town to warp a plaiden wab But the weary, weary warpin' o't has gart me sigh and sab. Chorus A bonnie westlin' weaver lad sat working at his loom He took my heart as wi' a net in every knot and thrum. Chorus I sat beside my warpin'-wheel, and aye I ca'd it roun' But every shout and every knock my heart it gae a stoun. Chorus The moon was sinking in the west, wi' visage pale and wan As my bonnie westlin' weaver lad convey'd me thro' the glen. Chorus But what was said, or what was done, shame fa' me gin I tell But' oh! I fear the kintra soon will ken as weel's mysel'. Chorus
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The air is clear, the day is fine And swiftly, swiftly flows the time The boat is floating on the tide That rocks me off from Fiunary. Chorus - We must up and haste away We must up and haste away We must up and haste away Farewell, farewell tae Fiunary. A thousand, thousand tender ties Awake this day my plaintive sighs My heart within me almost dies At thocht of leaving Fiunary. Chorus But I must leave these happy vales see how they fill, the spreading sails Adieu, adieu, my native dales farewell, farewell tae Fiunary. Chorus
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A merchant's son he has lived in wrong And tae the begging he has gone And mounted on a noble steed It's awa' wi' pleasure he did ride. Rantin antin an, rantin antin ae A beggar wench he chanced to see A beggar wench o' low degree And he's ta'en pity on her distress And says lass ye've got a pretty face. They both inclined then tae ha'e a drink Intae a public house they went They drank strong ale and brandy too-o Until the both of them got roarin' fu'. They both inclined then tae go tae bed Soon under cover they were laid Strong ale and brandy went to their head-o Until they both lay like they were dead. Early next morning the wench she rose And she's put on now the merchant's clothes Wi' his hat sae high and his sword sae dear-o She's awa' wi' a' the merchant's gear. And later on then the merchant rose And he's looked roun' for tae find his clothes There's naethin' left no' intae the room-o But a petticoat and a wimsey goon.
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There were three gypsies in a row And o' but they were bonnie o They sang sae sweet and sae complete They've stolen the heart of a lady o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. I'ts ye'll tak' aff that silken goon And put on this tartan plaidie o And ye'll come awa' this lee-lang-nicht And follow the gypsie laddie o. Lord Castles he's cam home at e'en Enquiring for his lady o The hounds is run, the hawks is flown And the gypsie's awa' wi' yer lady o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. Come saddle tae me the black, the black Mak' haste and soon be ready o For meat and drink I winna taste Till I get back my lady o. And he's rode east, and he's rode west Till he's cam tae yonder boggie o And there he spied the well-faured maid In the arms of the gypsie laddie o. Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o. Will ye come wi' me my honey and my heart Will ye come wi me my lady o And I swear by the sword that hangs by my side The black band ne'er shall steal ye o. I winnae come wi' you my honey and my heart I winnea come wi' you my dearie o Till I hae drank the breest I brewed And that's in the water o' Eerie o Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsie laddie o.
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Lady Mary Anne looked o'er the castle wa' She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba' The youngest there was the flooer amang them a' My bonnie laddie's young but he's growing yet. Faither o' faither, and ye think it fit We'll send him a year tae college yet We'll tie a green ribbon all around his hat And that will let them know he's tae marry yet. Lady Mary Anne was a flooer in the dew Sweet was its smell, ate and bonnie was its hue The longer it blossomed the sweeter it grew And the lily in the pond will be bonnier yet. Young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout o' an alk Bonnie and bloomin' and strought was its make the sun took delight tae shine for its sake And it will be the flooer o' the forest yet. The summer is gane when the leaves were green Gone are the days that we hae seen But far better days I trust will come again For my bonnie laddie's young but he's growing yet.

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released January 1, 1979

Produced by Nigel Pegrum and the Tannahill Weavers. Recorded at Millstream Studios, engineer: Mike Pela, and at REL, Edinburgh, engineer: Doug Bowie. Mixed at Millstream Studios by Nigel Pegrum, engineer: John Acock. Sleeve concept by Bryan Grant. Silver buckle design Norman MacLeod. His permission must be sought for reproduction in any form. Digitally remastered and tracks 2,4,5,6,and 9 remixed 1991 by Phil Smillie at Pier House Studios, Edinburgh, engineer: Peter Haigh.

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