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The Earl of Errol
03:22
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Elspeth likes to sing this up tempo, and with a good bit of venom between the warring parties.
Lord Errol's place is a bonnie place
It stands upon a plain
But what's the use o’ Errol's place
For he's no like ither men?
‘As sure's yer name's Kitty Carnegie
And mine is Gibbie Hay
I'll gar yer faither sell his lands
Yer tocher for tae pay’
‘Tae gar my father sell his lands
Would that nae be a sin
Tae gie it tae a worthless lord
That canna get a son’
Wi the rantin o't, an the dantin o't
Accordin’ as ye ken
The thing they cry the rantin o't
Lady Errol lies her lane
Now she is off tae Edinburgh toon
For tae try the law
An’ Errol's followed efter her
His manhood for tae shaw
It’s up then spak her sister
Wha's name was Lady Jane
‘Had I been Lady Errol,
I'd nae shame my ain guid man’
Wi the rantin o't, an the dantin o't
Accordin’ as ye ken
The thing they cry the rantin o't
Lady Errol lies her lane
Now Errol got it in his will
Tae choose a maid himsel'
He has ta’en a country lass
Cam in her milk tae sell
Look up, look up, my weel-formed lass
Look up and think nae shame
‘I'll gie tae ye five hundred mark
Gin ye'll bear me a son.’
Wi the rantin o't, an the dantin o't
Accordin’ as ye ken
The thing they cry the rantin o't
Lady Errol lies her lane
They were laid intae a bed
An a’ the lairds looked on
An a’ fifteen there vowed an swore
‘Lord Errol's proved a man!’
He's locked his Peggy in a room
Three-quarters o’ a year
An when three-quarters they were oot
A braw young son she bear
An there were three there, but therebut
An there were three there ben
An three looked ower the window heich
Cryin, ‘Errol's proved a man!’
‘Tak back your dochter, Carnegie,
An set her in a glen.
For Errol canna please her
Nor ony o’ his men!’
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Barbara Allen
03:21
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Lord Franklin
04:23
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LORD FRANKLIN
‘Twas homeward bound one night on the deep
Lying in my hammock, I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream. and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they vainly strove
Their ships on mountains of ice were drove
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
From Baffin's Bay where the whalefish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Where Lord Franklin and his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For the fate of Franklin, I would sail the main
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
Just to know on earth, that Lord Franklin do live
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Elspeth Cowie Spain
Elspeth Cowie is a leading singer of folk and traditional songs, notably from Scotland, but also Americana. Her life and musical journey has spanned many places, genres, and decades. This shows in the arrangements she produces across, and sometimes fusing, genres. "If a song's got soul, it's worth singing whatever the label on it," she says. "Why paint with just one colour?" ... more
Elspeth Cowie recommends:
Once in a Blue Moon
by David Pringle & Fraser Speirs
Fraser Speirs wowed me when he generously comped for me at one of my gigs a long time back in Glasgow, and I hear the same astounding sensitivity in his playing here on this fine album.
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Prologue: The Farmer's Daughter EP
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