Lay the Bent to the Bonnie Broom

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  • Опубликовано: 13 янв 2025

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  • @nealsp.2194
    @nealsp.2194 Год назад +1

    Very awesome! Also titled "Cruel Sister" and performed by "Pantagle" in the early seventies or so. Awesome traditional piece of music. "Twa corbies" too!

  • @MichaelLevine-n6y
    @MichaelLevine-n6y Год назад

    Interesting blend of cultures.

  • @shunyabhai
    @shunyabhai 6 лет назад

    Kya bat hai!! Feel silenced and in awe by the beauty of your singing soul

  • @richardrose7382
    @richardrose7382 6 лет назад +1

    I haven't heard this version (or nearly this version) in a very long time. Someone, please, show the lyrics...I want to sing it too

    • @branandubh
      @branandubh  6 лет назад

      You should be able to get most of them from the video, no? You can ask me if anything isn't clear. Too many words to write down.

    • @netwitchtatjana4661
      @netwitchtatjana4661 Год назад

      There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
      (Lay the bent to the bonnie broom)
      Two daughters were the babes she bore
      (Fa la la la la la la la la la)
      As one grew bright as in the sun
      So coal black grew the elder one
      A knight came riding to the lady's door
      He'd travelled far to be their wooer
      He courted one with gloves and rings
      But loved the other above all things
      Oh sister will you go with me
      To watch the ships sail on the sea?
      She took her sister by the hand
      And led her down to the North Sea strand
      And as they stood on the windy shore
      The dark girl threw her sister o'er
      Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
      Crying sister reach to me your hand
      Oh sister, sister let me live
      And all that's mine I'll surely give
      It's your own truelove that I'll have and more
      But thou shalt never come ashore
      And there she floated like a swan
      The salt sea bore her body on
      Two minstrels walked along the strand
      And saw the maiden float to land
      They made a harp of her breast bone
      Whose sound would melt a heart of stone
      They took three locks of her yellow hair
      And with them strung the harp so rare
      They went into her father's hall
      To play the harp before them all
      But as they laid it on a stone
      The harp began to play alone
      The first string sang a doleful sound
      The bride her younger sister drowned
      The second string as that they tried
      In terror sits the black-haired bride
      The third string sang beneath their bow
      And surely now her tears will flow