Biografía:
Old Blind Dogs is a musical group which plays Celtic folk and traditional Scottish folk music, with influences from rock, reggae and Middle Eastern music rhythms. The three founding members of the band (Ian F. Benzie, Buzzby McMillan and Jonny Hardie) first met during a so-called "buskers' holiday" in the Scottish Highlands in 1990, and after playing together for the summer decided to call themselves "Old Blind Dogs". Dave Francis and Carmen Higgins joined the band soon afterwards
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Otras canciones:
- A Wife In Every Port
- Awa Whigs Awa
- Battle Of Waterloo
- Bennachie
- Bogies Bonny Belle
- Broken Ring
- Cairn O Mount
- Copper Kettle
- Gala Water
- Is There For Honest Poverty
- Jean O Bethelnie
- Johnny O Braidislee
- Lads O The Fair
- Lay Ye Doon Love
- Lough Ernes Shore
- Macphersons Rant
- Mill O Tifty
- Monymusk Lads
- Mormond Braes
- Parcel O Rogues
- Reres Hill
- Rolling Home
- Song For Autumn
- Star O The Bar
- Terror Time
- The Barnyards O Delgaty
- The Battle Of Harlaw
- The Bonnie Banks O Fordie
- The Bonnie Earl Omoray
- The Bonnie Lass O Fyvie
- The Cruel Sister
- The Lancashire Lads
- The Lowlands Of Holland
- The Snows They Melt The Soonest
- The Twa Corbies
- The Wisest Fool
- Tibbie Fowler
- To The Beggin I Will Go
- Tramps And Hawkers
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
C G F G x2
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Ae Whitsunday in Huntly toon, it's there I did agree
C F G Dm7 G
Wi' Bogie side o' Cairnie, a six-months for tae fee
C F Am F Em
Tae drive his twa best horses, likewise his cairt and ploo
Dm7 C F Am G
And tae dee a thing aboot the fairm, that richt weel I could do
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Noo Bogie had a dochter wha's name was Ysabelle
C F G Dm7 G
The floo'er o' her nation, there's nane her could excel
C F Am F Em
She had rosy cheeks and ruby lips and hair a darkish hue
Dm7 C F Am G
She was neat, complete and handsome and comely for tae view
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
One day she went a-ramblin' and chose me for her guide
C F G Dm7 G
Tae tak' a pleasant walk wi' her alang by Cairnieside
C F Am F Em
I have slipped my airm aboot her waist and tae the groond did slide
Dm7 C F Am G
And it's there I've had ma first braw nicht wi' the Belle o' Bogieside
[Instrumental]
C G F G
Dm7 G F G
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
The blackbird sang sae sweetly, the mavis sang sae shrill
C F G Dm7 G
And a' the chorus o' their sang was, "There lies Bogie's Belle"
C F Am F Em
Amang the weeds o' Cairnie, upon the grass sae green
Dm7 C F Am G
Then she and I rose up again for fear we would be seen
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
'Ere twenty weeks had passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom
C F G Dm7 G
Her rosy cheeks grew pale and wan, and she began tae swoon
C F Am F Em
'Ere forty weeks had passed and gone, this maid brought forth a son
Dm7 C F Am G
And I was quickly sent for tae see what could be done
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Auld Bogie heard my story and cried, "I am undone
C F G Dm7 G
Since ye beguiled my dochter, my sorrows are begun"
C F Am F Em
Ah says, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt," and I hung my heid in shame
Dm7 C F Am G
"I'll mairry Belle the morning, Ah'll gie the bairn ma name"
[Instrumental]
C G F G
Dm7 G F G
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
But though I said I'd wad the lass, na, na, that wouldnae dae
C F G Dm7 G
"Ye're nae a fittin' match for Belle, nor she a match for ye"
C F Am F Em
And he sent me packin' doon the road wi' nae penny o' ma fee
Dm7 C F Am G
Sae a' ye lads o' Huntly toon, a lang fareweel tae ye
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
And noo she's mairried wi' a tinklerlad wha's name is Soutar John
C F G Dm7 G
He hawks his pans and ladles aroon' by Fogieloan
C F Am F Em
And maybe she's got a better match, auld Bogie canna tell
Dm7 C F Am G
But it's me wha's ta'en the maidenheid o' Bogie's bonnie Belle
[Outro]
C G C G Am G F G Am
C G F G x2
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Ae Whitsunday in Huntly toon, it's there I did agree
C F G Dm7 G
Wi' Bogie side o' Cairnie, a six-months for tae fee
C F Am F Em
Tae drive his twa best horses, likewise his cairt and ploo
Dm7 C F Am G
And tae dee a thing aboot the fairm, that richt weel I could do
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Noo Bogie had a dochter wha's name was Ysabelle
C F G Dm7 G
The floo'er o' her nation, there's nane her could excel
C F Am F Em
She had rosy cheeks and ruby lips and hair a darkish hue
Dm7 C F Am G
She was neat, complete and handsome and comely for tae view
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
One day she went a-ramblin' and chose me for her guide
C F G Dm7 G
Tae tak' a pleasant walk wi' her alang by Cairnieside
C F Am F Em
I have slipped my airm aboot her waist and tae the groond did slide
Dm7 C F Am G
And it's there I've had ma first braw nicht wi' the Belle o' Bogieside
[Instrumental]
C G F G
Dm7 G F G
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
The blackbird sang sae sweetly, the mavis sang sae shrill
C F G Dm7 G
And a' the chorus o' their sang was, "There lies Bogie's Belle"
C F Am F Em
Amang the weeds o' Cairnie, upon the grass sae green
Dm7 C F Am G
Then she and I rose up again for fear we would be seen
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
'Ere twenty weeks had passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom
C F G Dm7 G
Her rosy cheeks grew pale and wan, and she began tae swoon
C F Am F Em
'Ere forty weeks had passed and gone, this maid brought forth a son
Dm7 C F Am G
And I was quickly sent for tae see what could be done
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
Auld Bogie heard my story and cried, "I am undone
C F G Dm7 G
Since ye beguiled my dochter, my sorrows are begun"
C F Am F Em
Ah says, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt," and I hung my heid in shame
Dm7 C F Am G
"I'll mairry Belle the morning, Ah'll gie the bairn ma name"
[Instrumental]
C G F G
Dm7 G F G
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
But though I said I'd wad the lass, na, na, that wouldnae dae
C F G Dm7 G
"Ye're nae a fittin' match for Belle, nor she a match for ye"
C F Am F Em
And he sent me packin' doon the road wi' nae penny o' ma fee
Dm7 C F Am G
Sae a' ye lads o' Huntly toon, a lang fareweel tae ye
[Verse]
Am G Em7 F
And noo she's mairried wi' a tinklerlad wha's name is Soutar John
C F G Dm7 G
He hawks his pans and ladles aroon' by Fogieloan
C F Am F Em
And maybe she's got a better match, auld Bogie canna tell
Dm7 C F Am G
But it's me wha's ta'en the maidenheid o' Bogie's bonnie Belle
[Outro]
C G C G Am G F G Am
Old Man Pie
Old Man River
Old River Folks
Old Salt Union
Old School