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The Thread

by Band of Burns

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Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie dearie. As I gaed down the water-side, T’was there I met my shepherd lad: He row'd me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca'd me his dearie. Will ye gang down the water-side, And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide, The moon it shines fu' clearly. If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad, And ye may row me in your plaid, And I sall be your dearie. While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e, Ye sall be my dearie.
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To Ruin 05:31
All hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief and pain, A sullen welcome, all! With stern-resolv'd, despairing eye, I see each aimed dart; For one has cut my dearest tie, And quivers in my heart. Then low'ring, and pouring, The storm no more I dread; Tho' thick'ning, and black'ning, Round my devoted head. And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd, While life a pleasure can afford, Oh! hear a wretch's pray'r! Nor more I shrink appall'd, afraid; I court, I beg thy friendly aid, To close this scene of care! When shall my soul, in silent peace, Resign life's joyless day- My weary heart is throbbing cease, Cold mould'ring in the clay? No fear more, no tear more, To stain my lifeless face, Enclasped, and grasped, Within thy cold embrace!
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Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, To muse upon my charmer. The partridge loves the fruitful fells, The plover loves the mountains; The woodcock haunts the lonely dells, The soaring hern the fountains: Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves, The path of man to shun it; The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush, The spreading thorn the linnet. Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, The savage and the tender; Some social join, and leagues combine, Some solitary wander: Avaunt, away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion; The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, The flutt'ring, gory pinion! But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, Thick flies the skimming swallow, The sky is blue, the fields in view, All fading-green and yellow: Come let us stray our gladsome way, And view the charms of Nature; The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, And ev'ry happy creature. We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, Till the silent moon shine clearly; I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, Swear how I love thee dearly: Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs, Not Autumn to the farmer, So dear can be as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer!
4.
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory! Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name. Sae famed in martial story! Now Sark rins over Salway sands, An' Tweed rins to the ocean, To mark where England's province stands -- Sic’ a parcel o’ rogues in a nation! O, would, or I had seen the day That Treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lien in clay Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour I'll mak this declaration :- 'We're bought and sold for English gold'-- Sic’ a parcel o’ rogues in a nation!
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The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, The summer lilies bloome in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; But an auld man shall never daunton me! To daunton me, and me sae young, Wi' his fause heart and flatterin' tongue! That is the thing ye ne'er shall see; For an auld man shall never daunton me. For a' his meal, for a' his maut, For a' his fresh beef and his saut, For a' his gowd and white monie, An auld man shall never daunton me. His gear may buy him kye and yowes, His gear may buy him glens and knowes; But me he shall not buy nor fee; For an auld man shall never daunton me. He hirples twa-fauld, as he dow, Wi' his teethless gab and auld bauld pow, And the rain rins doun frae his red-blear'd e'e: That auld man shall never daunton me
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Highlander's 04:43
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Ay Waukin O 04:28
Summer's a pleasant time Flowers of every colour The water runs o'er the heugh And I long for my true lover Aye waukin O Waukin still and weary Sleep I can get nane For thinking of my dearie When I sleep I dream When I wake I'm eerie Sleep I can get nane For thinking of my dearie Lonely night comes on And all the lave are sleepin' I think on my bonnie lad And blur my eyes wi' weepin'
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T’was on a monday morning Right early in the year That Charlie came to our town The young chevalier. Charlie is my darling My darling, my darling Charlie is my darling The young chevalier. As he was walking doon the street The city for to view; O there he spied a bonie lass The windae peekin' through. So light he jumped up the stairs A tirl'd at the pin And wha's sae ready but herself To let the laddie in? He set his Jenny on his knee All in his highland dress For brawly weel he kent the way To please a highland lass It's up yon heathery mountain And down yon scroggie glen We daur nae gang a-milking For Charlie and all of his men…
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It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O. All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost, Like the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas! I am weary, weary O: There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas! I am weary, weary O: The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear, In the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O; And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas! I am weary, weary O: And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas! I am weary, weary O:
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Bombs fell on your house Wiped out the whole street You grab what you can You’re out on your feet The bombs keep falling It’s raining stones You keep on running Stripped to the bone Gave all your money to a smuggler Boat leaves in the night Across the dark ocean Out of the coast guard’s sight You get to the other side They can’t send you home Stuck in no man’s land Stripped to the bone Barbed wire fence Rivers of mud Damp rots your feet Screams chill your blood You got to jump the fence Dog’s teeth and mouth foam Took the flesh from your leg Stripped to the bone Laying on a park bench Dirty hands and bare feet Sleeping in the doorway In the rain and sleet Going where the begging’s good No place to call home All out of favours Stripped to the bone All in a shopping trolley And plastic bags One man’s rubbish Another man’s rags Washing in the river Wake with the dawn Sleep beneath a bridge Stripped to the bone What man can endure Like many men hence The temple of Zeus I see through the fence Surviving earthquakes A spine of lead and stone Well I’m still standing too Stripped to the bone If this is a man Then so it be He’s just as often here As he’s prospering and free It must be nature’s law To be so high on a throne Then to fall so low Stripped to the bone
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Red Jura 05:16
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Hey, the dusty miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he win a groat Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the colour, Dusty was the kiss That i gat frae the miller. Hey the dusty miller, And his dusty sack; Leeze me on the calling Fills the dusty peck: Fills the dusty peck, Brings the dusty silver I wad gae my coatie For the dusty miller.
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The Thread ... is the first studio album by Band of Burns, releasing 2 years after their critically acclaimed album Live from Union Chapel.

Recorded by the 12 members of the band in Watercolour Studios last year, The Thread is a true representation of the band's international influences, and their poetic endeavour to interpret the works and philosophies of Scotland's national poet, Robert Burns.

The messages of equality, love, and common human objectives championed by Burns were the higher links beyond music, the thread that bound the musicians together. This binding Thread inspired the title of the album.

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released October 10, 2019

Recorded and mixed at Watercolour Studio by Sonny Johns
Mastered by Alastair Caplin
Produced by Alastair Caplin & Sonny Johns
Original Artwork by Chloe Purcell & Gianluca di Girolamo

Artistic Producer - Dila Vardar
Musical Director - Alastair Caplin

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Band of Burns London, UK

A unique collaboration between 12 international artists, coming together to perform a truly distinct show celebrating the life, works, and philosophies of Robert Burns.

Scotland's national poet, pioneer of the Romantic Movement, a great source of inspiration to founders of Liberalism and Socialism, a famous womaniser, and an internationally celebrated 'People's Poet'.
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