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Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman
In Mudcat MIDIs:
The Braemar Poacher (This is the tune for #253A in Greig-Duncan)
The Roving Highlander (This is the tune for #253B in Greig-Duncan)
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Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman In Mudcat MIDIs: The Braemar Poacher (This is the tune for #253A in Greig-Duncan) The Roving Highlander (This is the tune for #253B in Greig-Duncan) |
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Subject: Lyr Req: The Rovin' Hielandman From: Compton Date: 09 Mar 03 - 07:11 PM Mudcatters,to date haven't ceased to amaze..Can't find the lyrics on the DT (unless it has another name!) This song has a great tune (can't help thinking I've heard it somewhere before!) Sung very pleasantly by the Tannahill Weavers...Anyone out here with the words at their fingertips?? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman From: Susanne (skw) Date: 09 Mar 03 - 08:15 PM I have a song called The Braemar Poacher, which starts "I am a roaming highlander, a native o' Braemar" If that's the one I can post the lyrics. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 09 Mar 03 - 08:31 PM That would be the one. See, at the Tannahill Weavers' official website: The Rovin' Heilandman Unfortunately, they don't say where they got it. There are three texts (two with tunes) in the Greig-Duncan collection, and Seamus Ennis recorded a set in Banff in 1952. Number 373 in the Roud Folk Song Index. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman From: Compton Date: 10 Mar 03 - 05:23 AM Thank you, Susanne and Malcolm, I knew someone would do the Bizz! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman^^ From: Susanne (skw) Date: 11 Mar 03 - 07:38 PM The version I have is by Black Donald and differs quite a bit from the Tannahill Weavers version, so I'll post it here: BRAEMAR POACHER (Trad) I am a roaming Highlander, a native of Braemar I've often roamed the valleys around by Lochnagar I've often ranged the valleys in spite of all command But now I'm bound to sail the seas unto Van Diemen's Land One night I went to Beinn a' Bhuird my gun into my hand But soon there followed after me six keepers and a band They swore they would lay hands on me but I soon let them know I am the roaming Highlander could prove their overthrow Oftentimes they would combine for to protect their game They'd say, We hear that Crewar comes, we maun untae the glen And hunt the woods all over all for to find his trace For he is the roaming champion of all the poaching race They'd often try to capture me but all such schemes were vain For them to lay their hands on me I ever would disdain For I aye maintained my liberty wi' money at command But now I'm bound to sail the sea unto Van Diemen's Land Here's a hearty health to all my friends that Crewar are by name Likewise to all the poaching men when in pursuit of game May they aye maintain their liberty wi' money at command Unlike the roaming Highlander, intae Van Diemen's Land Here's a health unto my native land as I step fae the shore Likewise the bonnie Braes o' Mar I never shall see no more I will think of youthful days that I have spent on thee For I'm aye a roaming Highlander though far out o'er the sea^^ There are short notes: [1985:] A version of this song appears in the Greig Duncan collection. [...] Greig comments, "the ditty appears to deal with a real character ..." and some of his sources refer to people who knew the poacher called Crewar. In the old days it was common practice to deal with law-breakers and undesirables by transporting them to Australia. These days they seem to end up running the country. (Notes Black Donald, 'Dancing Hazards') |
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Subject: ADD: The Roving Highlander^^ From: Joe Offer Date: 12 Mar 03 - 02:19 AM There are two versions in the Greig-Duncan Folk Song Collection. This one is a more complete rendition of what Susanne posted, with some other differences. -Joe Offer- The Roving Highlander I am a roving highlander, a native of Braemar I've often climbed the mountains surrounding Lochnagar I've often roamed the valleys in spite of all command But now I mean to sail the seas unto Van Dieman's Land. 2 For sixteen years and longer I have been a poacher bold I aye was stout and hardy and never feared the cold I aye was stout and hardy with wealth at my command But now I mean to sail the seas unto Van Dieman's Land. 3 One night I went to Ben-a-Bhuird, my gun into my hand But there soon came to capture me six keepers in a band They swore they would lay hold of me, but I soon let them know I was the roving Highlander could prove their overthrow. 4 And oftentimes when they combined for to protect their game They said "We hear that Grewar comes we maun aft to the glen And range the woods and valleys to come across his trace For he is the roving champion of all the poacher race." 5 Oft times they made attempts on me but all such schemes were vain To let them lay their hands on me I surely did disdain For I aye maintained my liberty wi' money at my command But now I mean to sail the seas unto Van Dieman's Land. 6 Here's a hearty health to all my friends that Grewar are by name Likewise to all the poacher race when in pursuit of game May they aye be at their liberty either to fight or flee And join the roving Highlander that means to cross the sea. 7 Here's a health unto my native land as I sail from the shore And to the bonnie Braes o' Mar I never may see more But I'll think on the youthful days that I hae spent on thee For I am still a roving Highlander though far across the sea.^^ singer: JONATHAN GAULD — collected by Greig, #253C Click to play |
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Subject: ADD: The Braemar Poacher From: Joe Offer Date: 12 Mar 03 - 02:23 AM THE BRAEMAR POACHER 1 I am a rovin' Highlander, a native of Braemar, And oft I've climbed the mountains surrounding Lochnagar; And many a lonesome valley, which here I needna name, But now I'm bound to cross the sea, and leave my native hame. 2 'Twas at the back o' Ben-a-bourd, my gun into my hand When suddenly appeared to me six keepers in a band; They said they would surround me, but soon I let them know I was the rovin' Highlander who'd prove their overthrow. 3 One night I was trepanded by keepers hid in sand, They marched me off to Aberdeen my trial for to stand, [MISSING] [MISSING] 4 Here's a health unto all comrades that Grewar winna name, Success unto the poacher when he's in search o' game! May they always be at liberty either to fight or flee, Or to join the rovin' highianders that mean to sail the sea! 5 Here's a health unto all comrades that Grewar winna name, Success unto the poacher when he's in search o' game! May they always be at liberty, with money at command, Or to join the rovin' Highlander bound for Van Diemen's land. singer: Miss LITTLEJOHN — collected by Greig #253A Click to play |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman From: GUEST,Edie Date: 12 Apr 08 - 06:03 PM The poacher in question is Alexander Grewar from Braemar, Scotland; he is one of my ancestors. He never made it to Van Dieman's land. He died in Carse of Gowrie, having returned to more orderly ways after his ship wrecked off the coast of Ireland (he survived). I have a newspaper article where the poem appears - the clipping is from circa 1900. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rovin Hielandman From: Jim Carroll Date: 13 Apr 08 - 03:43 AM MacColl recorded a version which (I think) he got from Scots Traveller Willie McFee. Jim Carroll |
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