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the dee-side cattle raid
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folk singer with acoustic guitar, singing traditional folk-songs and old ballads, and pagan, specifically druidic.
i play guitar and recorders and sing traditional american, english, irish, scottish and australian folksongs, old ballads and some of my own songs. my own songs tend to have pagan themes, specifically, druidic. sometimes one of my friends joins me and we sing harmonies. very occasionally, we sing in other languages.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #143
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
trad
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n/a
Uploaded
October 07, 2009
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MP3 2.3 MB • 64 kbps • 4:59
Story behind the song
i got this from the singing of danny spooner, one of australia's best folk singers for as long as i can remember.
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by dee-side came inverrai whistling and singing and he's down tae brackley's yetts are the day's dawning, saying baron o brackley, oh are ye within? there's sharp swords doon at your yetts will gar your bluid spen'. oh rise up my husband and turn back your kye young inverrai's duinewassals are drivin em by oh how can i rise up and turn them again? for every man i hae wae's me he hae ten oh if i had a husband the like i hae nane he'd no lee in his bed and watch his kye ta'en then up spake the baron sayin gie me ma sword there's no a man in scotland but i'd take at a word when the baron was busked to ride over the close no gallanter gordon ever rode on a horse sayin' kiss me ma peggy dinna think me tae blame for it's i maun gang oot loe but i winna win hame wi swords and sharp daggers they did him surroond and they peirced his dear body wi money a sair wound frae the banks o the dee tae the sides o the spey the gordons will mourn him and they burn inverrai oh cam ye by brackley's yetts? cam ye by there? saw ye his peggy a-reevin her hair? oh yes, i cam by broackley's yetts, I cam by there, and i saw his bonny peggy, she was makin guid cheer she was dancin, she was laughin, she was rantin wi joy and she swore ilka nicht she would feast inverrai oh she talked wi him dined wi him, danced wi him, then, lay wi him till mornin, he that slew her guid man oh there's grief in the kitchen and there's mirth in the ha' since the baron o brackley lees deed and awa and then up spake his young son on his nurses knee 'gin i graw tae be a mon, it's revenged he'll be!'
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