Biography:
Malinky is a Scottish folk band specialising in Scots song.
Formed in autumn 1998, the original members were Karine Polwart from Banknock, Stirlingshire (vocals, guitar, bouzouki), Steve Byrne from Arbroath (vocals, guitar, bouzouki, mandolin), Mark Dunlop from Garryduff, Co. Antrim (bodhrán, whistles, vocals) and English fiddler Kit Patterson.
First meeting to rehearse in early October that year, the band was largely formed to help Polwart fulfil a support slot at Edinburgh Folk Club some ten days later
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Other songs:
- Alison Cross
- Billy Taylor
- Edzells Bonnie Braes
- Flowers Of Saskatchewan
- Long Cookstown
- My Ain Countrie
- Pad The Road Wi Me
- Strathmartine Mains Love And Freedom Banish Misfortune
- Sweet Willie And Fair Annie
- The Beggar Man
- The Bonnie Hoose O Airlie
- The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie
- The Brisk Young Lad
- The Dreadful End Of Marianna For Sorcery
- The Fairy Kings Courtship
- The Green Wedding
- The Hills Of Ardmorn
- The Lang Road Doon
- The Light Dragoon
- The Ploughboy And The Maid
- The Road Tae Drumleman
- The Shipyard Apprentice
- The Term Time
- The Wild Geese
- Whaur Dae Ye Lie
- When Margaret Was Eleven
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
G C G C G C G C G
[Verse]
C G C
My father sailed away, the band played tunes of glory
F C G F
A giant man with ribbons, bedevilled dignity
C F C
A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire
F C G C G
For god and righteous glory, bound for High Germany
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Verse]
G C
My childhood passed away midst the tales and lurid stories
F C G F
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
C F C F
I asked, "When is war over?", but no one deemed to answer me
C G C G
And Margaret played that dreaded tune called High Germany
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Instrumental]
G C G C G C G C G
[Verse]
C G C
My father made it home, but he came without his reason
F C G F
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
C F C
"He's just a child," my mother cried, "to be dressed in full regalia
F C G C G
And paraded as a hero, home from High Germany"
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Chorus]
G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast, aye, and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
F C G C
There'll be no tunes of glory for Margaret and me
G C G C G C G C G
[Verse]
C G C
My father sailed away, the band played tunes of glory
F C G F
A giant man with ribbons, bedevilled dignity
C F C
A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire
F C G C G
For god and righteous glory, bound for High Germany
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Verse]
G C
My childhood passed away midst the tales and lurid stories
F C G F
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
C F C F
I asked, "When is war over?", but no one deemed to answer me
C G C G
And Margaret played that dreaded tune called High Germany
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Instrumental]
G C G C G C G C G
[Verse]
C G C
My father made it home, but he came without his reason
F C G F
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
C F C
"He's just a child," my mother cried, "to be dressed in full regalia
F C G C G
And paraded as a hero, home from High Germany"
[Chorus]
C G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
[Chorus]
G F C F
Sweet lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
C G F
They served us war for breakfast, aye, and soldiers' songs for tea
C F C F
"Your father's gone campaigning", was a way of not explaining
C G C
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
F C G C
There'll be no tunes of glory for Margaret and me
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