1  Maiden’s Lament (An Charraig Donn)

Trad arr. Eddi Reader (PRS/MCPS)

The heath was green on Carrigdhoun
Bright shone the sun o’er Ard-na-Lee
The dark green trees bent trembling down
To kiss the slumbering Own na Buidhe
That happy day – ’twas but last May
Now it’s like a dream to me
When Donal swore, aye o’er and o’er
We’d part no more, â stó mo chroí.

On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown
The clouds are dark o’er Ard-na-Lee
And many a stream comes rushing down
To swell the angry Owen na Buidhe
The moaning blast is sweeping past
Through many a leafless tree
And I’m alone, for he is gone
My hawk has flown, ochre mo chroí

Soft April showers and bright May flowers
Will bring the summer back again
But will they bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Donal then?
there’s but a chance he’s gone to France
To wear the Fleur-de-Lis
But I’ll follow you, my Donal Dhu
For still I’m true to you mo chroí.

 

2  Wonderful

by Eddi Reader/ John Douglas

I’m used to cloudy mornings
I know before I open my mouth
There’s a warning of a storm a-coming
Things’ll shake us up before it passes by.

I guess I’m talking about the weather
I can get myself together
I wonder ‘bout what it might do to you.

The wars I fought indoors when I was
Young and stormy they’re not the same
So now I always search for metaphors
To make some sense to you
While clouds fill your frame.

It’s knowing that you’re growing
And it’s definitely showing
It’s wonderful and it’s happening to you.

Every soul has a morning to rise
And it knows by the evening
To take its time
We’ll take our time.

I’ll take these cloudy mornings
And think before I open my mouth
I know you’ll teach me more than I can teach you
It’s a truth that will out.

I won’t take about the weather, we can get through this
Together, it’s wonderful and happening to you.

 

3  Cavalier

John Douglas (PRS/MCPS)

I’ve got the car outside
I’ll take you places you’ve never been
open your heart
cause I love you.

I’ll do the driving now
I’ll show you things you’ve never seen
open your heart
cause I love you.

Chorus
Cavalier, I’m surprisingly cavalier
All the signs I’m displaying here
Why’d I get so cavalier?
It must be you.

You’ll be the passenger
You’ll be the finest I’ve ever seen
open your heart
cause I love you.

Cavalier, I’m decidedly cavalier
All the signs I’m displaying here
How’d I get so cavalier over you?

We’ll make us feel alright
take it in turns
open our hearts
‘cause we’re all lonely

That’s why we’re cavalier
Say what’s on our minds without fear
All the signs I’m displaying here
Oh I get so cavalier
It must be you.

 

4  Starlight

by Eddi Reader/ Boo Hewerdine

Starlight Starlight
How long did it take you
to get here tonight?
Up there in the darkness
Where you shine so bright Starlight
Starlight Starlight
Just for a moment everything’s right
And there’s no time for time
What a wonderful sight
Starlight

Oh I know you cannot stay
And you must go away
But just for now be here
Oh I know tomorrow brings so many other things
But just for now, be here, be here

Starlight Starlight
How quickly you’ll leave us
You’ll pass us by
Then it’s on to forever
With no word of goodbye
Starlight Starlight

Maybe it’s the darkness makes us
Hold on so tight to your light
Starlight Starlight

 

5  Meg O’ the Glen

Trad arr. Eddi Reader (PRS/MCPS)

Meg o’ the Glen went aff tae the fair,
Wi’ ribbons and bows in her bonnie brown hair
Her head it was heavy, her heart it was light,
A’ the long way fur a wooer to find.

She spoke to the lads, but the lads slipped by
Spoke to the lassies, the lassies were shy
Meg O’ the Glen had nae dowry at a’
To them could never be bonnie nor braw.

Her mither would have her to marry the miller
Her father would have her to marry the laird
Brawly we ken its the lure o’ the silver
That brightens their fancy to ONY regard.

The miller is crooked, the miller is crabbit
The laird thou he’s wealthy is a liar and mean
Auld and cauld and blin and bauld
Thur no fur a lassie o’ merry 18.

She danced wi’ the miller
But he was o’er fly
So she married the laird
But he suddenly died
Now our Meg’s a rich widow
With silver to spend
And —— everyone cares for oor
Meg O’ the Glen.

Meg o’ the Glen went aff tae the fair,
Wi’ ribbons and bows in her bonnie brown hair
Her head it was heavy, her heart it was light,
A’ the long way fur a love to find.

Meg o’ the Glen went aff tae the fair,
Wi’ ribbons and bows in her bonnie brown hair
She thought she would dae but she didnae weel ken
Why everyone cares for our Meg O’ the Glen.

 

6  My Favourite Dress

by Eddi Reader/ John Douglas/ Simon Dine

Can I put on my favourite dress?
It’s deep electric blue
Hand it down, I kept it good
Bet it’s still like new
I’ll put it on and fix my hair
The way we all would do
I want to walk Argyle Street
Like I used to do
And turn their heads and win respect
See just what I could do.
Felt like I could fly and fill the sky
And everything was new
It’s sweetheart neck
And debut style,
Deep electric blue.
Daylight hem, just above the knee
Buttons up the front you see,
No one else could make me feel
The way that dress could do..
’Til in it’s sleeves
I fell in love
We danced the years
Now he’s gone above
And I’m all alone
In this filthy home
I’m gonna put on my favourite dress
It’s deep electric blue
It buttons up the front you see
Still fits me too
I wanna walk Argyle Street
One more time for you
And turn their heads and win respect like I used to do

 

7  Deirdre’s Farewell to Scotland

Trad arr Eddi Reader

Dearest Albain
Land o’er yonder
Thou dear land of wood and wave
Sore my heart is I must leave thee
But ’tis Noishe I may not leave
Oh Glen Etive – where they builded
My bridal-hold,
Beauteous glen in
Early morning flocks of sunbeams
Crowd thy fold
Glen da Rua – my love on all who’s mother thou
From a cliff tree calls a cuckoo
and methinks I hear him now

 

8  Fishing

by John Douglas

Rain, rain, rain
Waters coming hame
Pissin’ aff the wean
He’s stuck inside again

It’s a grey old day
down here by the bay
the boats call your name
Let’s all sail away

Fishing, fishing, throwing in your line
and wishing, wishing
Hoping, hoping, hoping that your boat
stays floating, floating

It’s the same old refrain
the clouds to the drains
round and around again
and nothing stays the same

And there’s no escape
It’s our only fate
If nothing takes the bait
We’ll cast it out again

Fishing, fishing, staring at the water wishing
Hoping, hoping, hoping that your boat stays
Floating, floating, floating

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain

 

9  Maid O’ The Loch

by John Douglas

The mosses on the harbour
Green and gold in Autumn
I could find the time..I could fair enjoy ‘em
In the city’s evening
Thoughts turn to leaving
Watch the golden sun settle down behind the mountain

Sail away, ‘cross the water
Maid o’ the loch, sail me over

I want to see the islands
Across the other side I’ll
Empty down to silence and watch the day unfolding
From the other side I’ll
Watch the harbour lights shine
I can see you sail through the mist of the morning

Come to
Sail me away ‘cross the water
Maid o’ the loch, come to sail me across.. here she comes..

I want to see the islands, lie in the silence
Through the early morning mist she’s arriving
Here she comes

 

10  There’s A Hole in the Desert Dear Darling (For our Milou Bessa)

Eddi Reader (PRS/MCPS)

There’s a hole in the desert
Dear darling dear darling
There’s a hole in the frozen north too
I’ll throw down a rope
Send a keen Holy Ghost
To walk with us all the way through.

It won’t take us long
To get there dear darling
With this Owl and Pussycat crew
When the clock comes to rest
And we swerve dead man chests
We’ll glide through the light to the new.

A smile that’s as wide as the Clyde
Me and Bonny know the sorrow
Cover me if I should slide
3-2-1, now go – get me one more tomorrow.

The smoke screen is clearing dear darling, dear darling
You can see me and I can see you
Let’s pour out the wine, toast to our time
And dance ‘neath an October moon.

So climb to the top
I’ll be waiting dear darling
It’s cold bring a cardigan too, we’ll dance and we’ll sing
With all our chieftains and kings
Equal in one Holy Truth: All equal in one Holy Truth.

 

11  A Sailor’s Farewell to the Sea (Sheenagh’s Air)

by John Douglas/ Phil Cunningham

On the restless roaring ocean
and the stormy silver sea
I have lived and lost and found, at cost
They have taken enough of me.

So I’ll leave behind my wanderlust
My boots and compass too
I’ll go and sit on this harbour wall
and I’ll wave my goodbyes to you.

Chorus
No more will I go-a-sailing
No more a-crossing the sea
I dreamt of thee for a thousand nights
Not once did you think of me
I see the rocks and the sirens
The storms a-waiting for me
So I’ll sit up high on these harbour walls
and I’ll raise me a glass to thee.

 

12  Old Song

by Boo Hewerdine

Sing us an old song an old song
One we all know
That lives in our memory from so long ago
There is a place in your mind
That only an old song can find.

It must be an old an old song
A familiar tune
That raises our voices and rings round the room
So much has been lost and yet
An old song you never forget

Sing Sing Sing

I was a father, a mother
A husband, a wife
I worked and I fretted for most of my life
But now those days are gone
So sing us an old old song

Sing Sing Sing

Sing us an old song an old song
One we all know
That lives in our memories from so long ago
There is a place in your mind
That only an old song can find.

So sing us an old old song.

 

13  The Loch Tay Boat Song

Trad arr Eddi Reader

When I’ve done my work o’ day, and I row my boat away
Doon the waters of Loch Tay, as the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after-glory goes
And I think on two bright eyes, and a melting mouth below

He’s my beauteous Ghillie Ruadh, he’s my joy and sorrow too
And although he is untrue, well I cannot live without him
For my heart’s a boat in tow, and I’d give the world to know
Why he means to let me go, as I sing “horee horoo”

Ghillie Ruadh, your lovely hair, has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare, t’ween Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint-white, broon or gold, be they blacker than the sloe
They are no more worth to me, than a melting flake o’ snow

His eyes are like the gleam o’ the sunlight o’er the stream
And the songs the fairies sing, seem like the songs he sings at ploughing

But my heart is full of woe
For last night he bade me go
And the tears begin to flow, as I sing “horee horoo”.

 

14  Pangur Bán

by John Douglas

Me and Pangur Bán, my cat
’Tis a like task we are at
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night

Better far than praise of men
’Tis to sit with book and pen
Pangur bears me no ill-will
He too plies his simple skill

I sleep all daylight, vampire my way
Don’t need no sunlight, I’ll catch my prey

Oft times a mouse he will stray
In the hero’s Pangur’s way
Oft times my keen thoughts set
Takes a meaning in its net

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I,
All my little wisdom try

O my Pangur Bán, my faithful feline
Dusk til dawn we’ll make our beeline
When the sun comes, we’ll call it a day

Practice ev’ry day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade,
I get wisdom in the night
Turning darkness into light!

 

15  Go Wisely

by Eddi Reader

Be good to yourself go wisely
Take care of yourself go brightly
Always ask, don’t be afraid, avoid the greed
You might not get everything you want
But you’ll have all you need
Be good to yourself go wisely
Go wisely or stay right here

It doesn’t take much to lose you
I’ve a bit of a hunch I’ll see right though you
Hope you find the whatever you’re looking
Good luck sifting through the wreckages
And if you want your mother’s cooking
It doesn’t cost much for a phone call
And if you want me I’ll be right here

Go ahead, I always knew this day was coming
Don’t forgot the door stays open
I’ll be sending all my loving
Hope you find the whatever you’re looking
Good luck sifting through the wreckages, the broken and the craven
Be good to yourself go wisely
But always have the bus fare hame!

 

16  A Man’s A Man For A’ That

Burns arr. Eddi Reader (PRS/MCPS)

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, an’ a’ that
The coward slave, we pass him by
We dare be poor for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that
Our toil’s obscure and a’ that
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp
The man’s the gowd for a’ that

What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a’ that
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A man’s a man, for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that
Their tinsel show an’ a’ that
The honest man, though e’er sae poor
Is king o’ men for a’ that

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord
Wha struts an’ preens an’ a’ that
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word
He’s but a coof for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that
His ribband, star and a’ that
A man o’ independent mind
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that

Then let us pray that come it may
As come it will for a’ that
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth
Shall bear the gree an’ a’ that
For a’ that an’ a’ that
It’s coming yet for a’ that
That man to man, the world o’er
Shall brithers be for a’ that