Lyrics: This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life. He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry this is the story of his life like many men before him In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale, then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train" Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
@@invegapalpiredonevictim5279 dont do it mate. Its better to join the army for a really hard and dangerous mission, but never end your life by yourself. Always try to do something good with it if you can
Bittersweet tune for me... My GrandDad's name was Henry He went by Harry :) Henry George Layzell Born: Jan 18, 1928 Passed: October 3, 2018 Age: 88 By a injection of morphine (which he was allergic to) from a male nurse at Comox Valley Senior Center
@abdalabinladen to tell you the truth I'm not sure but a lot of Scots went out to make Rhodesia what it was, only to come home to a country that had cast them to the side in 1965 or die when Mugabe started to destroy a wonderful country
@Okime This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life. He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry this is the story of his life like many men before him In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale, then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train" Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
Lyrics:
This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life.
He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia
One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry
this is the story of his life like many men before him
In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead
a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred
It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green
and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens
then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots
He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots
but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance
For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale,
then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail
on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton
the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam
Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call
he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall
Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name
who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train"
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam
to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been
but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn
walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn
then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill
it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill
because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo
when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west
looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best
then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands
returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands
he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream
Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream
but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose
What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof
but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough
so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore
Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before
sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour
and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba
on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma
Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
Sad.
This is my favourite song of all time
My Grandad'a name was Harry
I'm going to kill myself soon
I want this song played at my funeral
@@invegapalpiredonevictim5279 dont do it mate. Its better to join the army for a really hard and dangerous mission, but never end your life by yourself. Always try to do something good with it if you can
Excellent. Another winner by John Edmond. Thank you for posting this!
Thank you for the Info! God bless you and al Rhodesians. Your nation lives on, and Her example is cherished. May Rhodesia be reborn again soon!
Bittersweet tune for me...
My GrandDad's name was Henry
He went by Harry :)
Henry George Layzell
Born: Jan 18, 1928
Passed: October 3, 2018
Age: 88
By a injection of morphine (which he was allergic to) from a male nurse at Comox Valley Senior Center
@abdalabinladen
to tell you the truth I'm not sure but a lot of Scots went out to make Rhodesia what it was, only to come home to a country that had cast them to the side in 1965 or die when Mugabe started to destroy a wonderful country
@Trafalgar8766 your welcome =)
Lekker as always bru
YA BOET,, go !
They won't know ? Until it's too late ? WHAT THEY HAVE UNLEASHED !
Is this John Edmond?
Sorry to ask.... Who does thid dong refer to? A Rhodesian folk Hero? Please enlighten me.
um disregard my last comment.....I played it again and saw it was indeed John Edmond! Ta.
lyrics please :(
Okime ☑ soon
@@91amp oooh! Hello there! I thought you were not active anymore! Welcome back! :) I really like your channel.
Okime ☑ hi thank you for your comment I’m not as active as I was but I’ll still reply to comments and help where I can
@Okime
This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life.
He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia
One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry
this is the story of his life like many men before him
In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead
a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred
It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green
and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens
then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots
He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots
but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance
For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale,
then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail
on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton
the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam
Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call
he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall
Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name
who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train"
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam
to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been
but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn
walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn
then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill
it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill
because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo
when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west
looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best
then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands
returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands
he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream
Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream
but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose
What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof
but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough
so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore
Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before
sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour
and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba
on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma
Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola
Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry,
Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
@@JOCaesthetics thank you!!!