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Rantin' Rovin' Robin
03:50
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Oh there was a lad was born in Kyle
But whatn’a day oh whatn’a style
I doubt it’s hardly worth the while
To be so nice with Robin
Robin was a rovin’ boy
A rantin’ rovin’ rantin rovin
Robin was a rovin’ boy, rantin’ rovin’ Robin
Our monarch's hindmost year but one
Was five-and-twenty days begun
Twas then a blast o’ Januar’ wind
Blew hansel in on Robin
Oh the gossip glanced all in his loof
Quo she, ' Who lives shall see the proof
This waly boy will be nae coof
I think we’ll call him Robin
And he’ll have misfortunes great and small
But ay a heart above them all
He’ll be a credit to us all
We’ll all be proud of Robin
But as sure as three times three makes nine
I swear by every score and line
This chap will dearly like our kind
So blessings on thee Robin
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The Tracks We Leave
06:25
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Into the hills on the longest day
The mountain breeze blows years away
We range like elk through grass and moss
And many a shining stream to cross
We make the cabin by nightfall
And stoke the stoves and light them all
As shadow covers the mountainside
The first of them against soft night
We’ll be known forever by the tracks we leave
We know your heart by the life you weave
When the wind picks up, who can hang on
What act will it all depend upon
We wash and drink from a mountain spring
As cold and fresh as steel can ring
And on green slopes not a soul for miles
Not hawk, or wolf, no elk or child
We rest together near Black Pond
By Fox’s house where the bones are found
We talk of tales from a distant day
The things the old ones used to say
They brought us here and we owe them that
And left much more than an old straw hat
The hunter’s faces fade away
But the joys of our adventures stay
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Vagabonds
02:30
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4. |
September Jig
03:23
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Alle Mann Hadde Fota
04:45
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Alle mann hadde fota, min mann hadde ingen
Tok eg meg bjørkerota og gjorde min mann fota
Min mann dansa fram, fot i hose hadde han
liksåvel som ein anna mann
Alle mann hadde arma, min mann hadde ingen
Tok eg meg et par tarma og gjorde min mann arma
Min mann dansa fram, tarmearma hadde han
liksåvel som ein ainna mann
Alle mann hadde øre, min mann hadde ingen
Tok eg meg et par snøre og gjorde min mann øre
Min mann dansa fram snøreøre hadde han
liksåvel som ein ainna mann
Alle mann hadde aua, min mann hadde ingen
Tok eg meg et par saua og gjorde min mann aua
Min mann dansa fram saueaua hadde han
liksåvel som ein ainna mann
Translation:
All men have feet, my husband had none
I took some birch root, and made feet for him
My husband dances on, with feet in his socks
Just like any other man
All men have arms, my husband had non
I took a couple of guts, and made arms for him
My husband dances on, he has gut arms
Just like any other man
All men have ears, my husband had non
I took a couple of laces, and made ears for him
My husband dances on, he has lacy ears
Just like any other man
All men have eyes, my husband had non
I took a couple of sheep, and made eyes for him
My husband dances on, he has sheep eyes
Just like any other man
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Fog On The Bay
02:59
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Ganesh
04:35
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GANESH
There he sits and there he stands
Bright son of Parvati
Elephant head, sweet-filled hands
Blessings and harmony
Full ears, tiny eyes
Wise son of Parvati
Grand creature, never dies
Ganesh will always be
Like a million suns
Of a brilliant flame
He’ll remove all obstacles
And clear the way again.
A boy was born of sandal paste
Kind son of Parvati
Long trunk and an ample waist
Protection, joy and empathy
There he sits and there he stands
The son of Parvati
Elephant head, sweet-filled hands
Blessings, joy and harmony
We invoke his grace again
Lucky son of Parvati
Let the festival begin
All good things will come to be
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The Brown Coffin
05:21
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Rattlin' Roarin' Willie
03:35
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Rattlin’ Roarin’ Willie
O, he held to the fair
For to sell his fiddle
And buy some other ware
Parting with his fiddle
The salt tear blin't his e'e -
Rattlin’ Roarin’ Willie
You're welcome hame to me
Willie, come sell your fiddle
Come sell your fiddle so fine!
Willie come sell your fiddle
And buy a pint o' wine!'
If I were to sell me fiddle
The world would think I was mad
Many a rantin’ day
Me fiddle and I have had
As I came by Crochallan
I cannily keekit ben
Rattlin’ Roarin’ Willie
Was sitting at yon boord-end
Sitting at yon boord-end
Among good company
Rattlin’ Roarin’ Willie
You're welcome hame to me
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10. |
The Leitrim Set
03:58
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11. |
Surfing To Mecca
04:08
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