Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Music in the Morning No. 300 – Dick Gaughan

 

An other milestone!  After so long away I never thought this series would reach 300 but here we are.  Today’s music had to be special and I’ve gone back to a Sunday Morning Coffee show to bring this to you.

I wrote this in early January 2011,

We finish with one of my favourite songs, not just of Dick Gaughan or of Hamish Henderson - the composer, but of all time.  Gaughan writes this of the song:

This song is so rich in imagery and symbolism that it is impossible to give an adequate understanding of it without writing a major treatise. Basically, the main theme is anti-imperialism coupled with the recognition of the part that Scots have played in the conquest and subjugation of other peoples within the British Empire and the anticipation of the day when all peoples are truly free and can meet in peace and friendship.”

Many have said that this song should be Scotland’s national anthem but it won’t …. unfortunately.  I wrote this elsewhere last Friday,

“[T]he lyrics describe our vision and the past we want to leave behind.”

Enough!  It’s music-time!

Freedom Come All Ye                                                   Dick Gaughan  

 

 

Roch the wind in the clear day's dawnin
Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay
But thair's mair nor a roch wind blawin
Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day
It's a thocht that wad gar our rottans
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay
Tak the road an seek ither loanins
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play

Nae mair will the bonnie callants
Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan
Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw
Broken faimilies in launs we've hairriet
Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mair
Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare

Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom
Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom
In yer hous aa the bairns o Aidam
Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit room
Whan MacLean meets wi's friens in Springburn
Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blume
An a black laud frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun.

 

 

I doubt I’ll reach 400 but, if not, I’ll remember 300!

1 comment:

  1. Bravo! I had many pleasant hours with your 300.

    Love the Scottish accent!

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