There's a fairmer up at Cairnie, wha's kent baith far and wide Ta be the great Drumdelgie upon yon Devonside The fairmer o' yon muckle toon, he is baith hard and fair And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa' Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew At five o'clock we quickly rise and hurry doon the stair It's there to corn our horses, likewise to straik their hair An' after working half-an-oor, each to the kitchen goes It's there to get our breakfast, a plate o' porridge brose It's there to get our breakfast, a plate o' porridge brose Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa' Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew Our horses being but young and sma', the shafts they cannae fill They'd aft require the saiddler ta help them up the hill But we will sing our horses' praise, though they be young and sma' They far outshine the Broadland's anes that gang sae fu' and draw They far outshine the Broadland's anes that gang sae fu' and draw Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa' Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew There's a fairmer up at Cairnie, wha's kent baith far and wide Ta be the great Drumdelgie upon yon Devonside The fairmer o' yon muckle toon, he is baith hard and fair And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa' Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
The other poster is referring to the tune. It isn't the tune I normally associate with the song either. Not saying it isn't good but I prefer the normal tune too
A great version, as a country lad I'm well aware of "servants gets their share" I fled farm labouring at 16 and joined the army!
I think this is superb! (especially the old photos which are amongst the best I have seen anywhere)
There's a fairmer up at Cairnie, wha's kent baith far and wide
Ta be the great Drumdelgie upon yon Devonside
The fairmer o' yon muckle toon, he is baith hard and fair
And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share
And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa'
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
At five o'clock we quickly rise and hurry doon the stair
It's there to corn our horses, likewise to straik their hair
An' after working half-an-oor, each to the kitchen goes
It's there to get our breakfast, a plate o' porridge brose
It's there to get our breakfast, a plate o' porridge brose
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa'
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
Our horses being but young and sma', the shafts they cannae fill
They'd aft require the saiddler ta help them up the hill
But we will sing our horses' praise, though they be young and sma'
They far outshine the Broadland's anes that gang sae fu' and draw
They far outshine the Broadland's anes that gang sae fu' and draw
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa'
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
There's a fairmer up at Cairnie, wha's kent baith far and wide
Ta be the great Drumdelgie upon yon Devonside
The fairmer o' yon muckle toon, he is baith hard and fair
And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share
And the cauldest day that ever blaws, his servants get their share
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, for I maun gang awa'
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, yer wind an' rain an' snaw
Sae fare ye weel, Drumdelgie, I bid ye a' adieu
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
I leave ye as I found ye, a maist uncivil crew
Thanks so much for the lyrics
well done, great photos
Outstanding!
I deliberately chose the 'live' version from a fairly poor quality tape over the album version, because it sounds a bit more gutsy.
Great photos great song :-)
This also comes from the album "Bonnie Bands Again" grea mans is Ian
Great song ,singing and pictures ...thanks. Great horses! hen was the song written ...what does it refer to?? '
@Croywolf What do you mean? this is the best version i've ever heard.
Absolutely brilliant! Where did you get the fantastic photos? I envy you. They are great. Thanks for posting this. It gives people great pleasure.
Volusia County Florida is most Uncivil.
moltes gracies!
What did they drink with the brose? What was brose generally made from??
anyone know the river@1;30 think possibly could b the deveron
That's right. It is.
The other poster is referring to the tune. It isn't the tune I normally associate with the song either. Not saying it isn't good but I prefer the normal tune too
Drumdelgie is such a great traditional tune, such a shame to put the words to a lesser melody.
Great song tho Ian had a sore throat ...as maybe you can hear
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