There was a wee old gypsy came to our hall
door,
beggin' brave and boldly O'
And he sang high and he sang low, and he sang
the Raggle Taggle Gypsy O'
Well the lady of the house she fell for him
and
rode of with the tinker O'
And they drove 'till they reached Blackpool
Beach.
She's away with the raggle taggle Gypsy O'
When the lord came home he bellowed loud,
"Where's
the keys for my BMW?
I won't stop 'till I reach Blackpool Beach, and
find my fair young lady O'"
When he arrived in Blackpool Town he found
them
in a Discotheque.
He said to his lady, "Why did you leave, and
why did you leave my life a wreck?"
She said, "Good sir we are no more I have need
for riches O'."
My love I've found safe and sound following the
raggle taggle gypsy O'."
The
Roses O' Prince Charlie (Browne/Corries Music)
Guitar/vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Banjo: Billy Sugger
Chorus Come now gather now here were
the
flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the Benn
Here now freedom's call we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the Rose's O' Prince Charlie
Fight again at Bannockburn yer battle-axe tae
wield
Fight wi' yer Grandsire at Flodden's bloody field
Fight at Culloden yer Bonnie Prince tae shield
Fight by the Rose's O Prince Charlie
Spirits of the banished in far and distant
lands
Carved out a new-world with sweat blood and hand
Return now to glory and on the silver sand,
fight by the roses O Prince Charlie
Tak yer strength fae the green fields that
blanket
peat and coal
Ships fae the Clyde have a nation in their hold
The water of life some men need to make them
bold
Black gold and fishes fae the see man.
Loch Lomond (Trad.
Arr. Graeme E. Pearson)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
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 tae
be
on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Chorus Oh ye'll tak the high road and
I'll
tak the low road
And I'll be in Scotland Afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady Glen
By the steep steep sides o' Ben Lomond
In deep purple hue the Highland hills we view
And the moon comin' out in the Gloamin
The Wee birdies sing and the wild flowers
spring
And in sunshine the waters and sleepin'
But broken heart it kens nae second spring
Thought the waefu may cease fae their greetin'
Skittery Dug (Mutiny
Records)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Harmonica: Billy Sugger
Mrs. Smith she says "I'm sorry" as you yelp at
a passer by
But deep down she's really happy with a twinkle
in her eye
You're doing what she bought you for in sunshine
snow and rain
Sniffing around the garden fence protecting the
domain
Because you're a skittery Dug and you don't
scare
me you're barking up the wrong tree
In your mouth I'll put a plug you're a skittery
dug
Skittery dug you don't scare me I'll flush you
down the lavatory
I'll tape up your wee mug you're a skittey dug.
When night has fallen Mr. Smith takes you out
to do what's natural
You both sneak down the railway path a practice
not unusual
In your Royal Stewart tartan waistcoat you lead
him on at such a pace
You weigh just less than a kilogram with a
pointed
nose and a furry face
You're a skittery Dug and you don't scare me
you're
barking up the wrong tree
Your grave I will have dug you're a skittery
dug
Skittery Dug what would you do if you were
left
out in the wild
Would stand and shiver fearfully like a lost
and lonely orphaned child
And a child is what you are to Mr and Mrs
Smith.
Something to hold onto. Precious. Something to
go walkies with
You fill the gap and give the Smith's much
needed
lost pride
Dragging them round the neighborhood that
practice
looks undignified
When they bought you from the shop they thought
you were something special
But somehow you've never quite managed to live
up to your potential
Because you're a Skittery Dug and you don't
scare
me you're barking up the wrong tree
In your mouth I'll put a plug you're a skittery
dug
Skittery Dug you don't scare me I'll flush you
down the lavatory
I'll tape up your wee mug you're a skittey dug
Skittery Dug you don't scare me I'm
questioning
your pedigree
I'll sweep you under the rug you're a skittery
dug
The Skye
Boat
Song (Trad/Boulton)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Accordion: David Vernon
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 the Skye
Loud the winds howl. Loud the waves roar.
Thunderclaps
rend the air.
Baffled our foes. Stand by the shore. Follow
they will not dare.
Many's the lad fought on that day. Wield the
Claymore
did weal.
When the night came. Silently lain. Dead on
Culloden
field.
Though' the waves leap. Soft will he sleep.
Ocean's
a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep. Flora will keep, watch by
your weary head.
The Hammer
Song
(Seeger/Hays/Tro
Essex Music Ltd.)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my
sisters all over this land.
If I had a bell.....
If I had a song.....
Now I've got a hammer and I've got a bell,
I've
got a song to sing all over this land
It's the hammer of justice, it's the bell of
freedom
It's a song about love between my brothers and
my sisters all over this land
The
Leaving of Liverpool (Trad. Arr. Graeme E. Pearson)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Banjo/Backing Vocals: Billy Sugger
Farewell to Princes Landing stage, River
Mersey
Fare thee well
I am bound for California; it's a place that
I know right well
Chorus So fare thee well, my own true
love.
And when I return united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves
me but my darling when I thing of thee
I have shipped on a Yankee clipper ship; Davie
Crocket is her name.
And Burgess is the Captain of her and they say
that she's a floating hell
I have sailed with Burgess once before and I
thing
I know him well
If a man's a sailor he will get along if not
then he is sure in hell
I am bound for California by way of Stormy
cape
Horn
And I will write to thee my love when I am
homeward
bound
Green
Grow
the Rashes (Trad/Burns. Arr. Graeme E. Pearson)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Backing Vocals: Billy Sugger
There's nought but care on every hand, On
every
out that passes O'
That signifies the worth o man, an it wisnae
for the lassies O'
Chorus Green grow the rashes O, Green
Grow
the rashes O'
The Sweetest oors that ere I spend are spent
amang the lassies O'
Gie me a cannae oor at een, my airms aboot my
deerie O'
An warly cares and warly men may all gae
taplsalteerie
O'
An warly race may riches chase, and riches
still
may fly them O'
An when at last they catch them fast their hearts
can ne're enjoy them O'
Auld nature swears the lovely dears. Here
noblest
work she classes O'
Here prentice hand she tried on man and then
she made the lassies O'
The
Rolling Hills O' the Borders (McGinn/Garron Music)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Backing Vocals/Moothy: Billy Sugger
Chorus When I die bury me low, where I
can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know than the rolling
hills O' the borders
I have travelled far and wide, seen the Hudson
and the Clyde
I've courted by Loch Lomond side, but I dearly
love the Borders
It's well that I can mind the day, with my
lass
I've strolled by the Tay
But all its beauty fades away among the Hills
O' the Borders
There's a certain piece of mind. Bonnie
lassies
there you'll find
The men are hard but yet so kind, among the hills
O' the borders
Wild
Mountain
Thyme (MacPeake)
Vocals/Guitar: Graeme E. Pearson
Accordion: David Vernon
Bass: Roy Waterston
Drums: Steve Rhind
O the summer time has come and the trees are
sweetly
bloomin'
And the wild Mountain Thyme Grows around the
purple heather
Chorus Will ye go lassie go
And we'll all go together tae pull wild mountain
Thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a bower by yon clear
crystal
fountain
And on it I will pile all the wild flowers of
the mountain
If my true love she were gone then I'd surely
find another
Where the wild mountain Thyme grows around the
bloomin' heather.
Killiecrankie (Trad.
Arr. Graeme E. Pearson)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
A Where hae ye been sae braw lad? where hae ye
been sae cantie O'
And were hae ye been sae braw lad? Cam ye by
Killicrankie O'
Chorus And If ye hae been waur I hae
been,
ye wouldna be sae cantie O'
And if ye hae seen what I hae seen, On the Braes
O' Killicrankie O'
I fought on land I fought on sea, at hame I
fought
my auntie O'
But I met the De'il and Dundee, on the braes
O Killicrankie O'
The bold Pitcur fell wae a fur, the Clavers
got
a clankie O'
And I fed an Athol gled on the Braes O'
Killicrankie
O'
O' Fie MacKay, What gart ye lie, On the braes
avon the bankie O'
You'd better kiss King Willie's loof than cam
ye by Killicrankie O'
There's nae shame, there's nae shame, there's
nae shame tae swankie O'
There's soor slaes on Athol braes, and the De'ils
at Killicrankie O'
The
Bonnie Ship the Diamond (Trad. Arr. Graeme E. Pearson)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Accordion: Sandy Brechin
O the diamond is a ship me lads for the Davis
Straight she's bound
And the quay it is a' garnished wi bonnie lassies
roond.
Captain Smith gives the orders tae sail the ocean
wide,
Where the sun it never sets me lads, no darkness
fills the skies
Chorus And it's cheer up me lads, let
your
hearts never fail
When the Bonnie ship the diamond goes a fishin'
for the whale
All around the quay at Aberdeen the lassies
stand
aroond
Wi' their shoals all pulled aboot them and salt
tears runnin' doon
But don't you greet my bonnie for you'll be left
behind
And the rose will grow on Greenland's Ice before
we change our mind
Here's a health to the Resolution, likewise
the
Elisa Jane
Here's a health to the Battler O Montrose and
the Bonnie Lass O fame
We wear the troosers O the white the jackets
O the blue
An we'll return tae Aberdeen we'll hae
sweethearts
anew
It'll be bright baithe days and night when the
Greenland lads come hame
Wi' a ship that's full O' oil me lads and money
to our name
We'll make the cradle for tae rock the blankets
for tae tear.
And every lass in Aberdeen sing "hush-a-bye my
dear."
Big Screen
Telly(Mutiny
Records)
Guitar/Vocals: Graeme E. Pearson
Banjo/Backing Vocals: Billy Sugger
Bass: Roy Waterston
Drums: Steve Rhind
Silde Guitar: Dave Taylor
Now Jock He works assembly, day-time nine to
five
And he likes to put some over-time in just to
stay alive,
But when he gets home in the evening he counts
up all his pay,
And he heads down to his local pub to see his
favourites play
Chorus Because he's Big Screen Telly,
he's
Big Screen Mad
And the Big Screen Telly's robbed him of the
of the wee bit sense he had.
He'll sit and watch it constant, his eyes he
has to rub
Since they installed a Big Screen down at our
Jock's local pub.
His wife she doesn't mind it. It gets him oot
the hoose,
And the kids they don't care either cause their
ootside runnin' loose.
His mother, she's embarrassed, she says that
it's a sin,
But his father pats him on the back and says,
"He's jsut like him."
Chorus
There's any sport he wants to see from
anywhere
at all.
Rugby, Football, Snooker, Table-Tennis,
Basketball,
The choice is just amazing, infact it's limitless,
Every sport upon the earth he does not want to
miss.
"Folk Rock with balls . . ." The Glasgow and Edinburgh List
"This debut recording is full of foot-tapping tunes which will keep you humming all day . . ."- Edinburgh Central Times
"Well crafted . . ." The Big Issue
"My heart strings were fairly pluckin' away .
. ." The Highland Observer
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