The Whistlin' Donkeys - Beeswing (Official Music Video)
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- Опубликовано: 29 сен 2024
- The Whistlin' Donkeys were in Scotland a few weeks ago. Playing gigs in both Edinburgh and Glasgow for the first time since the band started over seven years ago!
Thank you to everyone who came out to see us either in Edinburgh or Glasgow! We really appreciate the support and were blown away by the reception we received at both venues.
We will be working hard now to get back to Scotland next year and make the gigs even bigger and better than before! Watch this space folks!
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amazing version of a beautiful song!
LYRICS
I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St,
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
She said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind,
If you don’t take me out of here I’ll surely lose my mind
Chorus:
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild (she said)
So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
You wouldn’t want me any other way.
We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in kent
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went.
We were campin down the Gower one time, the work was mighty good.
She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I thought we should.
I said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug,
A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug.
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell,
You might be lord of half the world,You’ll not own me as well
Chorus
We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch.
Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin’ down
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze,
Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
I miss her more than ever words can say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today…..
I wouldn’t want her any other way
Absolutely lovely story. What a tune.
My favorite!
We need more dates in St. Johns, Newfoundland ❤
I'm 100% irish I love this song I play it like every 2 seconds
thank you thank you thank you, gentlemen!
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Recently started learning this song, lovely song! Wish I had knew they were coming to Scotland.....
Next year bro. In Glasgow 2022
@@acloserlook6133 Yea I heard would love to go! Fingers crossed :)
Thanx alot Rivergull for the lyrics......I really appriciated......it,s really loving sweet number.....
Loving greetings from Holland
Arno Kanij
@ryanair should pay you for this
Come to SanFrancisco
Beautiful vocal, beautiful back up music. Gooseebumping Fergal can sing anything.
Exellente voix pour une belle chanson
Travelling in style on a Ryanair flight
Super Irish band 😄👍
Covers should credit the original artist. Richard Thompson in this case.
Tune and a half so it is
love the fiddle with this version!
Please come to Boston with the Mary Wallopers.
fantasic boys
Lyrics are just fantastic and very picturous, when I close my eyes I fell like part of the story.
Nice views of Edinburry but the song was set in Dundee. Good version.
Proud to be irish 💚
Erin go bragh
Beutiful
🙏🏼💪🏼☝🏼💜🏴
Class lads ❤
😍 Wonderful 💖
I love Richard Thompson but the whistlin donkeys are good too..wow!! I love you both..My heart feels wonderful just listening to you guys!!
Yeah 🎉🎉🎉🎉
When they next in scoand?
LYRICS to "Beeswing"
I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
Brown hair zig-zagged across her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said "Oh man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll lose my mind."
Chorus:
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine, in fact, the wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
You wouldn't want me any other way."
We busked around the market towns, we picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went
We were camping down the Gower one time, and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't stay for the harvest, I thought we should.
And I asked her if we might settle down, get a few acres dug
With the fire burning on the hearth and babies on the rug
She said "Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, but you won't own me as well."
Chorus:
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
You wouldn't want me any other way."
We were drinking more in them days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
With a bottle of wine in her pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, to a man called Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much like settling down
And they say her flower is faded, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's the change you get for the life that you refuse.
Chorus:
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
I love her more than all the words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way.
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine, in fact, the wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
You wouldn't want me any other way."
Songwriters: Richard John Thompson
Beeswing lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Half of your lyrics are wrong luv 😂🤦♂️
P_ Cronin uh oh... Thanks for the heads up! I copied the lyrics from someone else’s post. Can you post correct lyrics? and I will delete these.
@@Rivergull Your lyrics are correct
No they're not all correct,Richard Thompson certainly never sings "....but maybe that's the change you get for the life that you refuse..."
@@brianmckeever1916 You are correct! Just listened to Richard Thompson singing Bees Wing and his words were “Maybe that’s the price you pay for the chains you refuse.”
Hugs and hugs!!! Beautiful version..🙏
These boys are gold ! Perfect balled singer , rare as hens teeth ,,,,
Better version than the original.
just great lads,fine job!
Loved this night 😭 wish it was happening again this yr
Good version of the Richard Thompson classic....... but if I be honest, I just love the Christy Moore version even more.....
this version is nearly as good as Richard Thompson.....
Goway with that outrageous claim Dave ye old dozzy huer
@@deadxretardz he did write it after all
Called me biased but I prefer this version. The Irish accent lends a certain something extra.
Just remembering the meandering and twisting lyrics, is an achievement in itself...great song, well sung!
Lyrics are all over the place there lads
Bys yer the finest 😊