The Braes of Balquhither Traditional Folk

Released November 2, 2017

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Composition

PLUS
James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
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Adaptation, production.
J Hovsepian ("Aloe")
Orlando Florida USA
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Vocals
PRO
Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")
Scotland United Kingdom
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Piano

Sound Recording

J Hovsepian ("Aloe")
Orlando Florida USA
Other releases
Vocals
PRO
Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")
Scotland United Kingdom
Other releases
Piano
PLUS
James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
Other releases
All instruments (minus piano) and production.
Artist's Notes

This one was originally Scottish but was taken up as an Irish song in the 1950's when someone put the lyrics of 'Wild Mountain Thyme' to the tune.

From Wikipedia:

 "The Braes of Balquhither" is by Scottish poet Robert Tannahill (1774?1810), a contemporary of Robert Burns. Tannahill's original song, first published in Robert Archibald Smith's Scottish Minstrel (1821?24), is about the hills (braes) around Balquhidder near Lochearnhead. Like Burns, Tannahill collected and adapted traditional songs, and "The Braes of Balquhither" may have been based on the traditional song "The Braes o' Bowhether".

Lyrics

The Braes of' Balquhidder

 

Will ye go, lassie go,
To the braes o' Balquhidder?
Where the blaeberries grow,
'Mangst the bonnie powerful heather;
Where the roe and the deer,
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer's e'en
'Mang the braes o' Balquhidder.
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will twine thee a bower
By the clear siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er
Wi' the flow'rs o' the mountain.
I will range through the wilds,
And the deep glens sae drearie,
And return wi' the spoils
To the bower o' my dearie.

As the rude wintry win'
Idly hows round my dwellin',
An' the roar o' the linn
On the night breeze is swellin',
It is merrily we'll sing,
As the storm rages o'er us,
And the dear sheeling ring
To' the light liltin' chorus.
Will you go, lassie, go?

 

Now the summer's in its prime,
An' the flowers highly bloomin',
An' the wild mountain thyme
A' the hillsides perfumin',-
To our dear native land
Let us journey together,
Where the blaeberries grow,
'Mang the braes o' Balquhidder.
Will you go, lassie, go?