
The brand new album of Twilight
1- Devil in the Kitchen Set | Achetez Shades of Music… | |
2- The Wife of Usher’s Well | ||
3- Eileen And Set | At shows: $ 20 CAD | |
4- Afton Water | ||
5- Lilting Music-Tree Set | At Sillons the Disquaire (1149 Cartier Avenue) | |
6- The Broom of Cowdenknowes | ||
7- The Oyster Wife’s Rant Set | By mail order: $ 23 CAD payable by … | |
8- Mary Young and Fair | – Paypal | |
9- Mrs Lyall Set |
– Money Order (to Dominic Haerinck, 29 Mgr Déziel, Quebec, PQ, G1E-2T6) |
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10- Ailein Duinn | ||
11- Lochaber Dance Set | ||
12- The Road to Drumleman | CD Baby | |
13- The Sound of Sleat SetTemps total : 61’28” |
Border
The first album of Twilight
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1- The lad that keeps the cattle |
Buy Border (there are still some!) |
2- Breas of Strathblane | ||
3- Traditional hornpipe | At the shows: $ 18 CAD | |
4- Until morning | ||
5- The wood of Fyvie | By mail order: $ 21 CAD payable by … | |
6- Highland lullabye | ||
7- Gie me a lass wi’a lump o’ land | – Money Order (to Dominic Haerinck, 29 Mgr Déziel, Quebec, PQ, G1E-2T6) | |
8- Itchy fingers | ||
9- Tom in the green cap | ||
10- Maggie Cameron | ||
11- Faerie radeTotal time : |
Border Lyrics
Breas o Strathblane
(Scottish text and music)
As I went a walking one morning in May, I stepped up to her then as I seemed to pass, « To marry, to marry, lad I am too young. « O hand your tongue lassie, and do not say so. « O tempt me no longer this fair maid did say, Than with you wander on the braes of Strathblane. » Then I turned around with a tear in my eye : « O stay awhile laddie you’ve quite won my heart, O now you’ve consented, it’s too late my dear. « Now all you pretty maids wherever you be,
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Until morning
(text and music D. Haerinck)
Foam on the western seas Is tinged with vermeil, When falls from his heavenly tower Gently the sun.
Hear the nightingale singing His evening hymn, An air with dazzling notes, Glittering in the dark.
The night has spread its veil Fresh and dark velvet Embroidered with bright stars Welcoming the penumbra.
Winter and the frost of the soul Are nothing but dust Because long are the hands of the flames And blessed the light.
The laughs of the mandolin And the singing of oboes Let’s go to the hills, The valleys and the woods.
The day that escapes far behind Is still far ahead. Let’s dance in the hands of the earth And the embrace of the wind.
Drums and bagpipes Will fight fiercely The hands and hearts of the guests, Companions or lovers.
Blow in the fresh and green woods The perfumes of our voices, As the singers sing Sweet or petty songs.
The fire illuminating the night, Up to the vaults of heaven Draw on the ground around him Silent dancers.
Dance, young or old feet Goofy or deadly! Dance to the sound of the musicians Until the new dawn.
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Highland lullabye
(Scottish text, D. Haerinck music)
I left my baby lying here,
I found the wee brown otter’s track
Refrain : Hovan, Hovan Gorry and O, Gorry and O, Gorry and O. I do not find my baby, Oh!
I found the swan upon the lake On the lake, on the lake.
I found the mountain’s silver mist
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I heard the curlew crying far, Crying far, crying far. I heard the curlew crying far, But never heard my baby O !
I searched the moorland tarns and then, Wandered through the silent glen. I saw the mist upon the ben, But never saw my baby O !
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Tom in the green cap
(text and music D. Haerinck)
Refrain :
Cut the hay, milk the cows, Sow the seeds after the winter. No wonder that we tear ourselves away The leprechaun with green hat.
For my work, I do not require Only a sprig of cream, a bowl of milk, A little honey and beer. This is the present that I like.
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Do not give me more: No clothes or gold coins. Would not stay around Great labors and great remorse.
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A boost for tasks Too long for the day too short. But I only give loose hearts Bread coming out moldy oven.
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And the farmer who revolts, Clamating that my work is vain, Will see his oxen and his crops Diving in a deep ravine.
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Gie me a lass wi a lump o land
(text Allan Ramsay 1684-1758, music D. Haerinck)
Gi’e me a lass with a lump of land, And we for life shall gang thegither; Tho’ daft or wise I’ll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I’m aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that’s rich her market’s made, For ilka charm about her is killing.
Gi’e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my bosom I’ll hug my treasure; Gin I had anes her gear in my hand, Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure. Laugh on wha likes, but there’s my hand, I hate with poortith, tho’ bonny, to meddle; Unless they bring cash or a lump of land, They’se never get me to dance to their fiddle.
There’s meikle good love in bands and bags, And siller and gowd’s a sweet complexion; But beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags, Have tint the art of gaining affection. Love tips his arrows with woods and parks, And castles, and riggs, and moors, and meadows; And naithing can catch our modern sparks, But well-tocher’d lasses or jointur’d widows.
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