Highland Widow’s Lament (Traditional Scottish Folk Banjo) - Sam Shackleton
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- Опубликовано: 20 сен 2024
- Playing the traditional Scottish folk ballad known as the “Highland Widow’s Lament” on a cold winter's evening down a wee close in Edinburgh, Scotland. First published by Robert Burns in 1794, this sad wee song is about a widow from the Highlands of Scotland who is forced to move to the Lowlands after her husband dies in the Battle of Culloden in 1745 which was the last battle ever fought on Scottish soil.
The defeat of the Jacobites at this battle led to the Highland Clearances, resulting in the almost complete destruction of the Highland Gaelic way of life and the clan system. Tartan and bagpipes were outlawed and young Highland men were forcibly conscripted into the British army as the glens were violently cleared of all their inhabitants to make way for sheep by rich landowners. Many Scots emigrated to other countries such as North America and many too made the sad journey south to the cities like the poor widow in this song. Sung in the Scots language.
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LYRICS:
Oh I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.
It was na sae in the Highland hills,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Nae woman in the Country wide,
Sae happy was as me.
And there I had three score o'yowes,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Skipping on yon bonie knowes,
And casting woo' to me.
I was the happiest of a' the Clan,
Sair, sair, may I repine;
For Donald was the brawest man,
And Donald he was mine.
Till Charlie Stewart cam at last,
Sae far to set us free;
My Donald's arm was wanted then,
For Scotland and for me.
Their waefu' fate what need I tell,
Right to the wrang did yield;
My Donald and his Country fell,
Upon Culloden field.
Oh now I'm come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Nae woman in the warld wide,
Sae wretched now as me.
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Very spiritual lament.Performed with genuine engagement , against a beautiful and somehow fitting backdrop.
A true wandering minstrel.
Bless you and Scotland !
Haha the girls at the end.
What a lad!
Amazing rendition.
Voice of Scotland, not for rags or riches but for freedom alone ❤🏴
as beautiful as looking out onto a lake, keep it up your a real good singer and picker. I look forward to hearing many more
I can't believe I missed you in Vancouver when you were here last October. I only just discovered you through a random spotify suggestion. I will definitely be at your next show here in BC. If you do Dark Lochnagar or Wild Rover I'll be in the front row singing along. My dad told me "son, we're Duff men, we can sing very passionately, and very loud, we just cannot sing very well". But I'll try.
I honestly never knew soneone was out there playing this stuff. I've only ever heard The Corries version of this tune. I've been obsessed with them my whole life, but the only people I've met that have even heard of The Corries were from Scotland and living in Canada, like my dad.
I would love to hear you do some old Canadian songs. Peter Emberley? The Wakami Wailers do a great version of that tune. The Jam on Garry's Rock? How We Got Up To The Woods Last Year is another good one.
It's a beautiful song, the more you listen, the more you feel like listening
What a haunting song, and an even more haunting history to it. Would love to give it a go myself, would you happen to have the tabs handy, Sam?
beautiful
Class as always Sam 👍
Nice Sam!
Great as always man! Love that you are putting more stuff out there!
bless you, sam. you absolute beauty of a bard
You've inspired me to pick my guitar back up thank you
so beautiful, come back to Bristol x
fascinating
Lovely Sam❤
Fantastic 👌
Love this 🔥
what does "skipping on yon bonie knowes" mean?
It translates roughly to mean "skipping on the lovely hills". "Knowe" basically means a small hil/knoll. Also "yowes" means sheep, specifically female sheep which are called ewes in English. So basically she was watching her herds of sheep skip across the hills.
Wow, how’d you learn this on banjo? 🤩