Well Known Scottish Songs Sung in the Fifties
The first was a poem written by Robert Wilson and turned into a song sung by Harry Lauder:
Harry Lauder was born in Portobello in 1870 and died at Strathhaven in 1950.
The poem is :
Robert Wilson
At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my cabin,
Down in the Glen
Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little cabin,
Down in the glen.
Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".
The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.
Twilight is softly falling
As the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling,
"Shepherd, come home to rest."
Interlude
Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".
The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.
At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my cabin,
Down in the Glen
Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little cabin,
Down in the glen.
Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".
The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.
Twilight is softly falling
As the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling,
"Shepherd, come home to rest."
Interlude
Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".
The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.
And the second is :
Roamin' in the Gloamin'
Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonny banks o' Clyde
Roamin' in the gloamin' with my lassie by my side
When the sun has gone to rest
That's the time we love the best
Ach, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'
I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travelin' far and wide
But my heart is centered now on bonny Kate McBride
And altho' I'm no' a man who throws a word away
I'm surprised mysel' sometimes at all I've got to say.
One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side
I kissed her twice and asked her once if she would be my bride
She was shy, so was I, we were baith the same
But I got brave and braver on the joumey comin' hame
Last nicht after strollin' we got hame at halfpast nine
Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine
When she promised, I got up and danced the Hielan' fling
I've just been at the jew'llers and I've picked a nice wee ring
And for Christmas!
Well, as we all know there are not what you would call a lot of carols from Scotland - in fact there is no well known popular carol from Scotland. Much of this is put down to the rise of the Kirk and the Scots have tended to have their big celebration at Hogmonay. But never fear, in the next few days I will add some with a Scottish connection.
Roamin' in the gloamin' with my lassie by my side
When the sun has gone to rest
That's the time we love the best
Ach, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'
I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travelin' far and wide
But my heart is centered now on bonny Kate McBride
And altho' I'm no' a man who throws a word away
I'm surprised mysel' sometimes at all I've got to say.
One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side
I kissed her twice and asked her once if she would be my bride
She was shy, so was I, we were baith the same
But I got brave and braver on the joumey comin' hame
Last nicht after strollin' we got hame at halfpast nine
Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine
When she promised, I got up and danced the Hielan' fling
I've just been at the jew'llers and I've picked a nice wee ring
And for Christmas!
Well, as we all know there are not what you would call a lot of carols from Scotland - in fact there is no well known popular carol from Scotland. Much of this is put down to the rise of the Kirk and the Scots have tended to have their big celebration at Hogmonay. But never fear, in the next few days I will add some with a Scottish connection.
