I my loved ones’ watch am keeping,Īll through the night.Out of the Frying Pan Into the Fireglo tells the story of how the guitar was created and developed in California during the early 1930s by George Beauchamp and Adolph Rickenbacker. John rise her up from down below Author McGuinn Posted on SeptemCategories Irish/british, Seafaring All Through The Night Give me some whiskey and I’ll sing you a song He played a tune and he danced aroonīelow the gallows tree Author McGuinn Posted on OctoCategories Irish/british, Tragedy Whiskey-O There is a resemblance in this to “I Heard The Voice of Jesus.” Click Here For: I Heard The Voice of Jesus In the folk process many elements of melodies are similar and interchangeable. No one came forward, and so he broke the fiddle across his knee, throwing the pieces to the crowd, saying, “No one else shall play Jamie Macpherson’s fiddle”.The Clan Macpherson Museum in Newtonmore houses what remains of his fiddle. Before he was hanged, he played this tune beneath the gallows, and then, after playing his song, he offered his fiddle to his clansmen to play it at his wake. While in prison the night before his execution he composed this song. The town left the clock in that position for many years. There was a pardon on the way but the town advanced their clock 15 minutes so the hanging would take place before the pardon arrived. He was arrested for bearing arms at a market and sentenced to death by hanging on November 16, 1700. Jamie was unusually strong and skilled as a swordsman and a violin player. Growing up in that culture led him to a life of crime although he was more like Robin Hood in that he didn’t rob the poor and disadvantaged. When his wealthy father, who had raised him in his house was killed by cattle thieves, he went to live with his gypsy mother. Jamie Macpherson was a Scottish robber, born in 1675, the illegitimate son of a Highland laird and a gypsy woman. You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,Īnd now you would never know Author McGuinn Posted on MaMaCategories Irish/british Macpherson’s Lament When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Author McGuinn Posted on ApCategories Irish/british Road Through The Woods She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother. Three times six and four times seven, twenty-eight and eleven, She can make a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink an eye, Yes, she set for me a chair, there are ringlets in her hair,Ĭan she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,Ĭan she make a cherry pie, charming Billy? She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.ĭid she set for you a chair, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,ĭid she set for you a chair,Charming Billy. Yes, she asked me to come in, there’s a dimple in her chin. She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.ĭid she ask you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,ĭid she ask you to come in, charming Billy?

I have been to seek a wife, she’s the joy of my life, Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy, Author McGuinn Posted on MaMaCategories Irish/british Banish Misfortune

It was Bold Archer, whom they’d set free. They rode till they came to their fa-milyĪnd there they dismoun-ted bold and free.Īnd th-ere they ordered the music to play They mounted their horses, away they did ride Now Dickie broke locks and Dickie broke bars The chain and the bars will have to be broke

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