Buchan Forest Hunt
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Buchan Forest Hunt
Buchan Forest, as we have heard,
A day of hunting set;
It happened on a Monday,
I wat it was na het.
Some came from Mennack,
And some from Trool,
And some from the Loch Doon,
And when they met at Palskaig-head
Some of the wanted shoon.
I happened on a wony Monday,
It blew both snaw and hail;
We raised him at the Saigy Goats,
Put raches to his tail.
And doun Craignaw I wat he ran,
Down by Loch Narroch strand –
The staibler that we had set there
Was mikle John McCom.
“Now John McCom, now let me by,
For at thee I have no faid,
For I am sure ye never was the worse of me
Since ye cam to Glenhead.”
I think this man he had no faid
When he did let him by,
For we were sair near Criaglee
Before he raised the cry.
James Murray and George Gordon,
They were two subjects true;
They did well, and sped their heels,
And ran to keep in view.
The foremost man cam up to them
Was *Maxcel of Straquhan;
They stabled their men on every side,
They put their terriers in.
They chattel at his chamber day,
They knew he was within;
He did not love their chattling noise
In chamber where he lay,
He thought an’ he was out again
He would show them some more play!
Out he gat, and doun Craignaw,
As swift as any naig,
The mountain dog was good and true
And catched him by the craig.
Straquhan took him by the hin’ heels,
To a stane he laid his heid:
This red-dog that we got here
I think he be no bairn,
For he has bear’d the faid for us
Through Straiton and Carsfairn.
Written down by John Murray, shepherd of Knocknalling. Watermark on paper 1823. Sent to McMath by his sister Jessie 16/2/1874
William McMath collected ballads and songs between 1882 and 1912, many from his family in Galloway. Some, but not all ,were printed in:
“The English And Scottish Popular Ballads” A collection of traditional English Folk songs and ballads, collected & compiled by Francis J Child, [1825-1896].
* Maxcel, or Maxwell was drowned in the river Fleet in November 1699.
Bonny May
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Bonny May
Bonny May to the ewe buchts is gane
To milk her Daddie’s yowes
And aye as she sang her bonny voice it rang
Out o’er the taps o’ the knowes, knowes
Out o’er the taps o’ the knowes
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A troop of noble gentlemen
Came riding merrily by, by
Came riding merrily by
He took her by the middle sae sma’
And by the green gown sleeve
And he’s laid her down on the dewy, dewy ground
And he’s asked no man’s leave, leave
And he’s asked no man’s leave
He’s mounted on his milk white steed
And he’s rode after his men
And all that his merry men said to him
Was, Dear master, ye’ve tarried lang, lang
Dear master, ye’ve tarried long
I have ridden east and I have ridden west
And I’ve ridden among the knowes
But the bonniest lass that e’er I saw
Was milking her Daddie’s yowes, yowes
Was milking her Daddie’s yowes
She’s ta’en the milk pail on her head
And she’s gane singing hame
And all the her father said to her
Was, Dear daughter, ye’ve tarried lang, lang
Dear daughter, ye’ve tarried lang
O there can a tod amang my yowes
An’ a waefu’ tod was he
Afore he had taen my wee yowe-lamb
I wad rather he had taen ither three, three
I wad rather he had taen ither three
It happened on a day, and a bony summer day
As she was ca’in’ in her father’s kye
The same troop o’ noble gentlemen
Came riding merrily by, by
Came riding merrily by
One of them calls out
Lassie, have ye got a man?
She turned her head right saucy about
Saying I’ve got ane at hame, hame
Saying I’ve got ane at hame
Hold your tongue, my bonnie lass
How loud I hear ye lee
Do you no’ remember the caul mirky nicht
When ye were in the yowe buchts wi’ me, me
When ye were in the yowe buchts wi’ me
He’s ordered one of his merry men
To licht and set her on behind him
Saying, your father may ca’ in his kye when he likes
For they’ll ne’er be ca’ed by thee, thee
For they’ll ne’er be ca’ed by thee
For I am the laird o’ the Ochiltree walls
I have fifty ploughs and three
And I have got the bonniest lass
In a’ the north countrie, trie
In a’ the north countrie
Collected from Mary Cochrane, Abbey Yard, Crossmichael, 12/8/1893
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Glossary of some Scottish words
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Glossary of some Scottish words
A’ - all
Abee - to let alone
Aboon, abune - above
Aboot - about; alternatively
Ae - one
Afore - before, ere
Aft - often
A’gates - everywhere
Agin - against
Ain - own
Airn - iron
Airt(h) - direction, quarter
Aisins, easins - eaves (space between wall head and rafters)
Ajee - aside, awry, ajar
Alane - alone
Alang - along
Alicht - alight
Amaist - almost
Amang - among
An - if
Ance - once
Ane - a single person or thing
Aneath - beneath, under
Anent - about
Ase, asse, alse - ashes
Atweel - indeed, certainly, of course
Atween - between
Aucht - to own; anything
Ava’ at all
Awa - away; contradiction
Ay - always
Backend - autumn
Back-gaen - not thriving
Baudrons - a cat (originally meant a hare)
Bawbee - a halfpenny
Beel, beal - to suppurate, fester
Begood - began
Begunk - to cheat
Bicker - wooden drinking bowl; move quickly, noisily; to quarrel
Bigg - to build, biggin - a building
Bield - a shelter; bold
Birse - bristle (with anger)
Blad - a sheet or leaf
Blinman’s baws - puff balls
Bluidy fingers - foxgloves
Bourtree - an elder
Bowte - a bolt, to play bowte to rebound
Brae - hill, slope, braeheid - hilltop
Brat - an apron, cloth
Braws - finery, braw - fine
Breek - to tuck in
Brose - unboiled porridge made by pouring boiling water on meal; kale brose - shredded kale boiled with oatmeal in stock
Bucht - sheepfold, to herd sheep
Bud, bude, bood - behoved, had to
Busk - to prepare, dress
But n’ ben - but -outer part - kitchen, ben - inner part - best room
Ca’ - call
Callant - a lad
Cannie - careful, cautious;
Cantie - comfortable, cheerful
Cap, cappie, caup - a wooden bowl for food and drink
Carlin - an old woman, witch
Caul - cold
Cazy, cassie - a straw creel
Chafer - a chafing dish; blacksmith’s tool
Chap - knock, tap
Champit - mashed
Chattle - nibble
Chessel - a cheese vat
Chiel - a fellow, child, servant
Clash - gossip, scandal; a large quantity; carried clash - hearsay
Cleekit - caught, hooked up
Cleek - to cheat
Cleugh - a gorge, chasm, cliff, narrow glen
Clout - to patch or mend; to beat; a cloth
Close - lane or passage
Clue - thread
Cog,- small wooden pail or bowl
Contramaxcious - perverse, self willed
Cottar - a cottages; a tied house
Coup - overturn, tip, fall
Couples, cupples, sloping rafters
Cow, cowe - turf; a branch; slip of wood
Craig - a rock, crag
Cubbie - a basket made of heather or straw
Cuddie - a small horse/pony
Cuff - the nape of the neck
Cuist - to cast, throw
Cunchie - curtsey
Cutty - short, small, young person
Daffin’ jaunty behaviour
Darg - a day’s work, a task
Dern - secret, hidden
Dicht - wipe clean, rub, sweep; to tell off
Ding - to knock or beat; defeat or overcome
Dirl - to cause to vibrate; a painful blow
Disjasket - in disrepair, depressed, weary
Donnert - scatterbrained
Douce - sober, modest
Doup - the buttocks, the end part of something
Dowie - sad, weary dispirited
Dree - to suspect, fear; to suffer, endure
Dreep - drip
Dreich - dull, dreary; tedious
Drooth - drought, thirst
Drumlie - cloudy, muddy, gloomy, sullen
Dwammy - faint
Dwyne - to dwindle, fade, waste away
Dulfu’ sorrowful
Een - eyes; evening; one
E’en - eyes
Enoo - now, just now, soon
Ether-stane - adder stone
Ettle - intend, plan, aim
Faid - sportsmen, sport
Fail - turf used for building dykes etc.
Fank - a sheep pen
Fankle - to entangle, muddle
Farrand - seeming
Fash - to trouble
Fauld - a pen, sheepfold
Feat - neatly made
Fell - very
Fendin’ a provision
Ferlie - a strange phenomenon; a fairy
Firsle - to rustle
Fit - foot
Flake, fluke - a fence, hurdle, gate
Fleg, fley - to frighten
Fleech, fleitch - to flatter, cajole
Flit - to move house, grazing etc.,
Flyte -to quarrel, scold
Forbye - besides; except
Forfochten - exhausted, worn out
Fremyt - strange
Fuss - to fetch
Gab - to mouth, to speak
Gabbit - concerning the mouth
Gaen - given; gone
Gar - to cause, make
Gate, gait, gaet - way, road; fashion; pace
Gaunt, gant - to yawn
Gilp - splash; to gilp - jerk
Gilpin - frolicsome youngster
Gin - if
Gled - kite (bird)
Gliff - a sudden fright or shock; glimpse, glance
Glower - scowl
Gowan - daisy
Gowk - cuckoo; simpleton
Gowpen - a handful
Greet - cry, weep
Gryse - a pig, piglet
Gude, Guid - good; large
Gude-man/wife - master/mistress of the house
Guddle - a mess; a person who makes a mess; to catch fish by hand
Haaf - half; open sea
Haar - foggy, raw
Hafflins - partly, nearly; a hafflin’ - a youngster
Hail - to pour
Hait - a very small quantity
Hantle - a considerable quantity
Hap - to cover, wrap
Happock -a small hump
Haud - hold
Haurn - to toast
Haver, haiver - to talk nonsense
Havermeal - oatmeal
Het - hot; hit
Hind - a servant
Hizzie - a hussy; a housewife
Holm - flat ground beside a river
Houlet, howlet, hoolet - and owl
Howd - to swing, bob up and down
Howdie - midwife
Howe - hollow; lowest part
Howk - dig, unearth
Hum - bad mood; bad odour
Hurcheon - hedgehog
Ilk, ilka - each, every; the same
Ingle - a fire burning in the hearth
Ither - other
Jabble - splash, spill over
Jag - prick, pierce, inject
Jalouse - suspect, imagine
Jaw - to pour, spill
Jink - a quick sudden movement, dodge
Kaim - comb
Keek - peep, glance
Ken - know
Kep - to catch
Kimmer - a gossip; witch
Kintra - country
Kirn - churn
Kist - a chest, trunk
Knoit - to knock
Kye - cattle
Knowe - a hillock, mound
Lade - a millrace
Lair - a place to lie down
Lave - the rest, what’s left
Lease - to release
Leugh - to laugh
Leuk - to see to something
Lick - smack
Linn - a waterfall, gorge, deep pool
Lintie - linnet
Lippen - to trust
Lish, lith - nimble
Loof, luif, lufe - the palm of the hand
Loon - lad
Loup, lowp - leap’ to throb
Louthe - abundance
Lowne, loune - calm
Luckie, Lucky -an old woman; a witch; a female innkeeper
Lug - ear
Lum - chimney
Mart - market; provision
Maun - must; mauna - must not
Mell - mallet
Mickle, muckle - large, many
Mim - prudish, prim
Mirk - darkness
Mool, moul - crumbled earth
Moolins - crumbs
Mun, maun - must
Na - not, no, none
Naigie, naig - pony
Neb - nose
Neist - next
Nieve - a hand, fist
Nocht - nothing
Nor - than
Oo’ - wool
Oorie - uncanny, gloomy
Or - before; until
Owre - over
Paddo, paddock - a frog; a toad
Park - an enclosed field
Pauky - witty, clever
Pech - to pant, deep breath
Pig - an earthen vessel, storage jar
Plouter, plitter - wade through mud or water, mess about with water
Pooch - pocket
Pook, pouk - to pluck
Poother - powder
Pow - head; a pool, creek
Pownie - pony
Preen - pin
Premeese - to suppose
Press - cupboard
Prie, pree - to taste
Prig - haggle, beseech
Puckle, pickle - a small amount
Put past - put away, save
Pyke, pike - to pick
Pyock - a poke or bag
Quha - who
Quhair - where; when
Quhen - when, as soon as
Quhile - while, until, a time
Quhilk - which, who, whoever
Quo’ - said
Raches - hounds
Randy - Aggressive, irrepressible
Rashes - rushes or reeds
Rax - reach out, stretch, strain
Ream - cream, froth
Reck - to matter
Redd - clean out, put in order
Reek - smoke
Riddle - course-mesh sieve
Rive - to split
Rock - distaff, spindle
Routh - plenty
Rug - to pull
Rump - to plunder
Sair - sore; very
Sark - a man’s shirt, a chemise, a nightdress
Saugh - a willow
Scaith - harm
Scale, skail - to spill, scatter
Scart - scratch, scrape
Scaud - scald; glimpse
Scraich, skraich - scream, shriek
Scrieve - to move, glide; written
Scunner - loathing, put off, recoil
Sheil - a shelter
Shoogle - to shake
Shoon - shoes
Siccar, sicker - sure, certain, safe
Skep - straw basket; straw beehive
Skirl - shrill sound, scream
Sma - small
Smee - smooth
Sonsie, sonsy - wholesome
Sook - to suck
Sowens - dust from oatmeal steeped and cooked
Snell - bitter cold, severe
Spaewife - A female fortune teller
Speer, speir - to ask
Stour - dust
Swarf, swerf - to faint
Sweir - reluctant, unwilling
Syne - then, since
Taen - taken
Taigle - hinder, tarry
Tent - guard, care
The - you
Thir - these
Thrang - very busy
Thrawn - twisted, cross-grained
Threep - urge, claim
Tine, tyne - to lose
Toom - empty
Tyke - a dog
Unco - strange, unusual
Wale - to choose
Want - to need, be without
Wat - know; promise; wet
Wear - to separate
Waur - worse
Wean - a child
Weel-faured - handsome
Wheen - a number, a few
Wheesht - hush, be quiet
Widdershins - the wrong way, back to front
Win - achieve; harvest; acquire
Won - to dwell; quarried
Woo’ - wool
Wyte - to blame
Yammer - to fret, cry, talk incessantly
Yell, yeld, eild - barren
Yill - ale
Yowe - ewe
Yowl - howl
As the King lay musing
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As the King lay musing upon his bed
As the King lay musing upon his bed
He bethought himself upon a time
Of tribute Due by the King of France
That had not been paid for a long, long time.
Chorus: Fal the Dal, lal a – fal the Dal, lal ee.
So call me my little Page
Go call him here right speedily
For he shall go to the King of France
And bring the treasure that is due to me
Chorus
Away, away ran the little page
Away, away and away went he
And when he came to the King of France
He fell down low on bended knee
Chorus
My master greets you right courteously
Ten tons of Gold which is due he
And if you don’t send him the treasure home
It’s on French ground you will soon him see
Chorus
Your master’s young and of tender years
not fit to come up to my degree
and I will send him three tennis balls
That with them he may learn to play
Chorus
Away, away came the little Page
Away, away and away came he
And when he came to our Gracious King
He fell down low on bended knee
Chorus
What news, what news my little Page
What news, what news have you got for me?
No news, no news my sovereign King
Bust just what my two eyes did see
Chorus
He says you’re young and of tender years
Not fit to come up to his Degree
And he will send you three tennis balls
That with them you may learn to play
Chorus
Go call to me my merry men all
All by thirties and by three
And I will send him such tennis balls
As on French ground he did see
Chorus
Go recruit me a Cheshire and Lancashire
And Derby hill that was more free
Not a married man nor a widow’s son
And they were a Jovial company
Chorus
And when they came unto French ground
With Drums and trumpets so merrily
Out then spoke the King of France
Low yonder come Proud Henry
Chorus
But when they came to the Palace gates
Which they soon stormed and the French did flee
Out then spoke the King of France
God have mercy on my Poor men and me
Chorus
And I will send you your treasure home
Ten tons of gold which is due to thee
And the fairest flower that blooms in France
My liege at your command shall be
Chorus.
(From Alexander Kirk, Inspector of the Poor, Dalry. Learned from David Rae, Barlay, Balmaclellan. Collected 15/10/1886)
To a Passer-by
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To a Passer-by
You are only a form that is passing,
A light for one moment agleam,
But there’s pain in your eyes, and laughter,
And the quest of a wandered dream.
And something is plucking your heart-strings –
A something you cannot name;
There’s an ache and a passionate longing,
And a shy dream – we’re all the same.
For some it’s a croon at the love time,
And for some it’s flooding the years,
It’s the song of the endless endeavour
And the longings, the dreams and the tears.
It’s the lilt of the deathless adventure,
It’s the call of the wind and the seas,
It has chimed through the thunder of battles,
And it’s whispering now in the trees…
You are only a shade in the twilight,
A grain in the wind-ruffled sand,
But your eyes are the eyes of a dreamer
And I know you could understand.
D.M.P. ©