I Little Thocht My Love Wid Leave Me
From the Campbell family in Birmingham, England, who made several albums in the 1960s. The father, Dave Campbell, was born in Cotton Street in Aberdeen just a few doors along from the tenement where my father was born.
Jock o Hazeldean
From my mothers singing. She was, like her mother and grandmother, a net-braider. The lassies sang while they did that poorly paid work and she also sang with the local Fisher Girls Choir. Walter Scott built this still popular song from fragments of the ballad John of Hazelgreen (Child #293).
The Plooman Laddies
From singer and song collector Arthur Argo who learned the song from the great north-east traditional singer Lucy Stewart of Fetterangus. I first heard Arthur singing this lovely song while we were walking along Regent Street in London and I later got him to sing it again so I could remember it. Remembering songs or tales from hearing them once was no effort to me when I was younger. As long as I could see the story in my head it was pretty well fixed.
Busk Bonnie Lassie
A song from the glens of Angus - bonnie Glenisla and bonnie Glenshee, a favourite at the folk club in Aberdeen in the early 1960s from the singing of the Stewarts of Blairgowrie - Belle and Alex and Sheila and Cathy. I couldnt have not learned it - everyone knew the song.
This wonderful ancient ballad (Child #10) is known far and wide - usually known as Binnorie in Scotland but as The Two Sisters in North America. The old singers I knew had different ways of singing the ballad - some with more verses than others. I frequently sing it at waulkings among weavers in America to shrink newly woven blanketing, so many people know it and happily join in the chorus lines.
Brennan on the Moor
A well known song in praise of the Irish highwayman Willie Brennan which I learned from the great Aberdeen traditional singer Jeannie Robertson whose repertoire included a number of Irish songs as well as the big ballads or muckle sangs for which she was famed.
Another song not uncommonly heard, especially from street singers like Davie Stewart, who I was listening to and learning from the time I was twelve years old. Davie used to sing regularly at the Friday Market in Aberdeens Castlegate, just up the road from my parents house.
The Flooers o the Forest
This song was composed in the mid 1700s to a much older tune as a lament for the loss at the Battle of Flodden in 1513 of King James IV and the flower of Scotlands nobility together with the famed archers of the forest. A common party piece when I was young and sung at weddings and other happy occasions.
The Haughs o Cromdale
From Jimmy McBeath, one of the great north-east characters whose majestic performance of the bothy ballads was an inspiration to the folk revival. My father and I knew Jimmy for many years. He borrowed the price of a pint of beer from my father and then died before he could pay it back, which vexed my da no end.
Story: The Smelly Ghost
A old folk tale from Jeannie Robertson. Jeannie told me this story late one night, which didnt cheer me on the dark walk home.
The Gallowa Hills
This was one of Jeannies favourite songs and, from her singing, the song became one of the standards of the Scottish folk repertoire.
The Gypsy Laddies
One of Jeannies muckle sangs, and one of the most popular of the ballads (Child #200) with versions spreading worldwide from its origins in Scotland and well known in North America in a number of forms. The Laird (actually Earl) of Cassilis is the chief of the Kennedy Clan.
Not one of my mothers favourites. The Mistress Bruce referred to in the song was a distant relative of hers (she being Isabella Petrie Bruce) and took it as a personal affront if I sung it in her presence - but that never stopped me.
I Little Thocht My Love Wid Leave Me
From Isla Cameron. I heard Isla sing this when I shared a gig with her in London in the early 1960s.
Mouth Music/ Puirt a Beul
This is just one of several sets of gaelic mouth music - Puirt a Beul, or Port Beoil as the old folk called it - often used as music for dancing when there were no musicians handy - that I learned long ago and far away.