Battlefield Band: Lads O‘ the Fair
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Brian: lead vocals, bouzouki, fiddle
Ged: mandolin, vocals
Alan: organ, synthesiser, vocals
Duncan: harmonica, vocals
Aufgenommen und produziert von ROBIN MORTON in TEMPLE RECORDS STUDIO
Graphics: JIM HUTCHESON, The West Studio, Edinburgh
Photos: IAN RUTHVEN
Notizen: ILONA BUDKA
SPRIGGAN-RECORDS Folk-Werkstatt Frohmestraße 66 2000 Hamburg 61
Listened to the battlefield band in the 80s travelling around the Central region of Scotland with my dad.
Late seventies. I still sing this joyful song..
I still break out into this song randomly. "Come bonnie lass lie near me, and let the brandy cheer ye...."
I can remember back in 82/83 at a carryout after the pub had shut some of the guys got out their guitars and we all sung this song , what a night . just last week my mate was doing a bit on Facebook raising money for old Sogers , said I would put in a score if he played it and did , fave folk song
Ah, such a memory of my youth! With that brilliant vinyl accompaniment! Thanks much for this!
Come, bonnie lass, and lie near me
And let the brandy cheer ye
For the road frae Fife to Falkirk's lang
And cold and wet an' dreary
My trade, it is the weaving
At the bonnie toon o' Leven;
An' we'll drink to the health o' the fairmer's dames
Who'll buy oor claith the morn
For ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair
Lads frae the Forth an' the Carron Water,.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear
Lads that'll sell ye the provost's dochter
Sogers back frae the German Wars,.
Peddlers up frae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye
At the tryst an' fair o' Falkirk
Come, Geordie, lead the pony for the path is steep an' stony
An' we're three lang weeks frae the Isle o' Skye
An' the beasts are thin an' bony
We'll tak the last o' the siller
An' we'll buy oorsels a gill or two;
An' we'll drink tae lads who'll buy oor kye
In Falkirk in the morn
Stan here an' I'll show ye, there's the toon below ye,.
But ye'd best bide here in the barn the nicht
For the nichtwatch dinna know ye
Ma brither, he's a plooman an' I'm for the feein' noo, man;
Sae we'll drink tae the price o' the harvest corn
In Falkirk in the morn
O, the wark o' the weaver's over, likewise the days o' the drover
An' a plowboy sits on a tractor noo; (too high tae see the clover,)
The workin's no so steady, but the lads are past the ready
For tae drink a health tae the workin' man in Falkirk in the morn
People my age aren’t supposed to like this music. But, can’t help it, it’s amazing. Enjoy!
Thank you for the lyrics! I've edited them to make them match what is actually said in this version of the song, since there were some discrepancies:
Come bonnie lass, lie near me,
An' let the brandy cheer ye!
For the road from Fife tae Falkirk's lang
And cold and wet an' weary.
My trade, it is the weavin';
At the bonnie toon o' Leven;
And I'll drink to the health o' the fairmer's dames
Wha'll buy ma cloth the morn.
For ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair;
Lads o' the Forth an' the Carron Water.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear;
Lads what sell ye the provost's daughter.
Soldiers back to the German Wars;
Peddlers up tae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye,
At the tryst an' fair at Falkirk.
O Geordie, lead the pony for the path is steep an' stony
An' we're three lang weeks frae the Isle o' Skye
An' the beasts are thin an' bony.
We'll take the last o' the siller,
An' we'll buy oorsels a gill or two;
An' we'll drink to lads who'll buy oor kye
In Falkirk toon the morn.
For ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair;
Lads o' the Forth an' the Carron Water.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear;
Lads what sell ye the provost's daughter.
Soldiers back frae the German Wars;
Peddlers up tae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye,
At the tryst an' fair at Falkirk.
Oh stan' here an' I'll show ye, there's the toon below ye;
But ye'd best bide here in the barn the nicht
For the nightwatch dinnae know ye.
Ma brother, he's a plooman an' I'm for feein' noo, man;
An' we'll drink tae the price o' the harvest corn
In Falkirk toon the morn.
Well ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair;
Lads o' the Forth an' the Carron Water.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear;
Lads what sell ye the provost's daughter.
Soldiers back frae the German Wars;
Peddlers up tae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye,
At the tryst an' fair at Falkirk.
Oh, the work o' the weaver's over, likewise the day o' the drover;
An' a plowboy sits on a tractor noo, too high tae see the clover.
The workin's no so steady, but the lads are a' still ready
tae the drink a health o' the workin' man in Falkirk toon the morn.
Well ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair;
Lads o' the Forth an' the Carron Water.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear;
Lads what sell ye the provost's daughter.
Soldiers back frae the German Wars;
Peddlers up tae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye,
At the tryst an' fair at Falkirk.
For ye can see them a', the lads o' the fair;
Lads o' the Forth an' the Carron Water.
Workin' lads an' lads wi' gear;
Lads what sell ye the provost's daughter.
Soldiers back to the German Wars;
Peddlers up tae the Border;
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye,
At the tryst an' fair at Falkirk.
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