Weir Celts!

by Christine Weir

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Celtic song - a broad selection.

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released June 12, 2017

Lead vocals Christine Weir. All harmonies Matthew Weir. Additional harmonies on Warriors Cry by R Tait, J Tait, G Weir.
Acoustic guitar all songs: Jonathan Tait.  Additional acoustic guitar on ‘Warriors Cry’ by Richard Tait.
Bass guitar and double bass: Matthew Weir. Bass guitar on Warriors Cry – Roger Bashew
Fiddle: Rayelle Goodman
Bagpipes: The Clan MacDonald – Gareth Rudolph/ Mull of Kintyre - Peter Odendaal
Keyboard: Dowie Dens of Yarrow – Ingrid Salzmann/ Mull of Kintyre – Trevor du Buisson
Piano Accordion: Ingrid Salzmann
Penny whistle: Skye Boat Song - Bev Whelan/ Star of the County Down Christine Weir
Front cover Illustration by Matthew Weir
CD design by Matthew Bagley
 With Special thanks to Ingrid Salzmann, Giovanni Bruno, Matthew Weir,
Paris Zannos
Mastered by Paris Zannos

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Christine Weir Cape Town, South Africa

Singer, song writer, author, Christine's compositions reflect her love of Scottish Traditional music and all things Celtic.
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Track Name: Horo Haradala
Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.
Dance to your shadow when it's good to be living lad
Dance to your shadow when there's nothing better near x2

Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.

Hin hin haradala hin hin haradala hin hin haradal hin haradal ho x2
There are tunes in the River Otter, pools in the river Water
pools in the river, and the river calls him x2

Hin hin haradala hin hin haradala hin hin haradal hin haradal ho x2


Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.
Track Name: Skye Boat Song
Billow and breeze, Islands and seas
mountains of rain and sun
all that was good, all that was fair
all that was me, is gone
sing me a song of a lad that is gone
say could that lad be I
merry of soul he sailed on a day
over the seas to Skye

Loud the winds howl
loud the waves roar
thunderclaps rend the air
baffled our foes
stand by the shores
follow they will not dare

Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing
onward the sailors cry
carry the lad who's born to be king
over the seas, to Skye

All t hat was good
all that was fair
over the seas to Skye
Track Name: The Clan MacDonald
In Glencoe, MacDonald, dwelt in misty swirls on the braes
owned the land, ruled the clan, ruled the braes.
Till the kings men in their red coats, with thundering hoof and sword
took the land, taxed the crops, jailed our lords.

The highlander code, don't bar the door,
he who enters will be a friend,
See our red and green standard,
MacDonald defend
The right to our freedom, our peace, our own ends

Till a Kingsman, sent a clansman, with wiley smiles who said
"here's an oath signed in blood", yes and oath, signed in blood,
"drop your swords, end this war, peace will reign".

The highlander code, don't bar the door
he who enters will be a friend
now peaceful our slumber
easy our dreams, no enemy lurking we're safe now it seems

ahh

In Glencoe, MacDonald died in misty swirls on the braes,
lost the land, lost the clan, lost the braes
when the kings men in their black cloaks
crept in at night as we lay
see the land washed in blood
see the clan washed in blood
torched the thatch, torched the crops
red the braes.

The highlander code, don't bar the door
he who enters will be a friend
See our red and green standard
see our banner alight
taken in slumber taken at night

ah ah
Track Name: Dowie Dens of Yarrow
There was a lady in the North,
you scarce could find her marrow
she was courted by nine gentlemen
and a Ploo boy lad, from Yarrow

Well nine sat drinking at the wine
as Aft they'd done afore o
and they made a vow among themselves
to fight for her on Yarrow

she washed his face an combed his hair
as aft she'd done afore o
and she made of him her knight, sae braw
and sent him off to Yarrow

So he's run ower yon high, high hill
and down by the dens so narrow
and there he spied nine armed men
come to fight with him on Yarrow

He said there's nine of you
and one of me,
it's an unequal marrow
but I'll fight you all now one by one
on the Dowie dens of Yarrow

so three he slew, and three they flew
and three he injured sairly
but her brother he came from ayond
and wounded him most foully

oh mother I have dreamed a dream
a dream of duel and sorrow
I dreamt I was pulling the heathery bells
on the dowie dens of yarrow

oh daughter dear I'll read your dream
I read into it sorrow
for your own true love lies pale and wan
on the dowie dens of yarrow

So she's run ower yon high high hill
and down by the dens so narrow
and its there she spied her ploo boy, John
Lying pale and dead on Yarrow

She washed his face and combed his hair
as aft she'd done afore o
with her plaid around her waist so small
she carried him home to Yarrow

Oh mother, mother make my bed
make it long and narrow
for my ploo boy died for me this day
I'll die for him tomorrow
I'll die for him tomorrow
Track Name: The Star of the County Down
In Banbridge town, in the County Down
one morning last July
Down a boreen green, came a sweet Coleen
she smiled as she passed me by
she looked so sweet from her two bare feet
to the sheen of her nut brown hair
such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
to be sure she was really there

From Banbridge town to Derry Que
From Galway to Dublin town
no Maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen
I met at the County Down

As she onward sped sure I scratched my head
I was struck with a feeling rare
so I said said I to a passer by
"Who's that maid with the nut brown hair"
he smiled at me with pride said he "that's the gem of Irelands crown"
that's young Rosie McCann fro the banks of the ban,
she 's the star of the county down"

At the Harvest fair she'll sure be there
so I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
with my shoes shone bright and my hat
cocked right
with a smile for my nut brown rose
no pipe I'll smoke
no horse I'lll yoke
till my plough turns a rusty brown
and a smiling bride by my fire side
sits the star of the county down
Track Name: Danny Boy
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and al the flowers are dying
it's you, it's you, must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
and when the valley's hushed and white with snow
Oh I 'll be there, in summer or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

But if you come and all the flowers are dying
and I am dead, as dead I may well be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
and kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I will hear, tho soft you tread above me
and all my dreams will warmer, sweeter be
until you come and tell me that you love me,
I will sleep in peace until you come to me
Oh Danny boy on Danny boy, I love you so
Track Name: Warriors Cry
Hills rolling snow falling, cars flashing by
how the scent of a memory
brings hero's to life
Mobiles and Sell by's
amid circles of stone
and I swear when I listen
he's calling me home

Flesh painted blue for the bluster
and the kiss of a sword bronze and wide
and when I look inside
I hear a warriors cry
hear a beat on a skin drum
though the song of the bard's dead and gone
I know what he's saying
He's calling me home

Behold the seasons
revere the long day
in our progress, we lost you
somehow on the way
stare into grey mist, to green lands
the blood moon on the rise
feeds the heart of a people
and pulses in mine
Track Name: Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I see,
dark distant mountains and valleys of green
past painted deserts, the sunset's on fire
as he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather, like deer in the glen
carry me home to the place I knew then
nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre


Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre

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