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Woo'd
03:52
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‘Woo’d an married, an a’
Kissed, an carried awa
And is no the bride weel aff
The bride that’s woo’d an married?’
From “The Bride Came Out of the Byre”, written by “a young probationer of the Church of Scotland” about 1826/ 27.
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Interlude
00:33
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Cradlesong
04:39
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Overlooking the Moray Firth
St. Benet’s chapel, in the ruins…
Along with his accompanying holy well
Near the chapel itself
There was a stone trough
For virtues derived also by the Saint
Like those of the well
If a baby had been replaced
Carried away…
One only had to lay the changeling
In the trough
And Oberon himself would
By some invisible process
Restore the child
Overlooking the Moray Firth…
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I know who killed me
03:21
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As dawn broke o’er the day,
I made my way to Navity Wood,
Two gentlemen, aghast the sight of me,
A spectre where I thought I stood.
No single wave dashed over the black rock,
No gulls with hungry blood cries;
My bones scattered, like seaware on the shore
Ere the fall of the tide, in the morning.
I knew them both by name,
And called out in a voice full-clear,
“Good sirs, I know who killed me,”
My breath lost, sightless, to the air.
No single wave dashed over the black rock,
No gulls with hungry blood cries;
My bones scattered, like seaware on the shore
Ere the fall of the tide, in the morning.
“Good sirs, I know who killed me,”
A spectre whispered to the air.
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5. |
Black gold / dust
04:26
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6. |
What used to stand here
05:20
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The evening is cloudless and bright
Covered in bushes of hazel and birch
Roughed by thickets of juniper
Red tumblings of streams
I wonder where this fragment of the old world
Could have lain for the last century
Rallied on his love adventures
And poetry
I will meet you there, old friend
My heart an affectionate one
To lay down the daisies at your side
To lay down the daisies
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