Twa Corbies: Bert Jansch
Rocky Bivens
on a Bert Jansch album. If anyone knows which of his albums contains this
song or a similar version, I would certainly appreciate it.
Thanks in advance.
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Rocky Bivens RBBI...@Venus.CambrianC.On.Ca
ao...@Freenet.Carleton.Ca
Rick Fears
>I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad that I once heard
>on a Bert Jansch album. If anyone knows which of his albums contains this
>song or a similar version, I would certainly appreciate it.
Can't remember the B.J. version but think there's one (by Margaret
Barrie??) on the excellent "Electric Muse" compilation album - this
tried to show how electric folk derived from acoustic and has a vast
range of artists - sorry to tantalise but can't remember the label,
the date or anything useful about it...
Cheers
Rick.
Brian Rost
>I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad that I once heard
>on a Bert Jansch album. If anyone knows which of his albums contains this
>song or a similar version, I would certainly appreciate it.
I have it on an out of print Reprise album called "Moonshine".
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Kevin Rolph
: I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad
We used to do this one when I was with Hedgepig, If I can find
the file I'll post the lyrics. (and perhaps the translation - it's in
Scottish). It's a Robbie Burns one I recall.
Summary:
2 crows discuss lunch.
Spot dead knight in ditch.
(Discuss location of can opener? :-)
General philosophy regarding dead knights.
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Kevin Rolph, Cambridge, England. Bodhran player.
A flock of birds. A pride of lions. An unkindness of ravens.
An excess of Bodhrans.
Sally Greenberg
: Rocky Bivens (ao...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA) wrote:
: : I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad
Old blind Dogs perform a phenomenal version of this song on their album
"Close to the Bone". Wonderfully eerie...
: Scottish). It's a Robbie Burns one I recall.
The OBD liner indicates that it's traditional.
Sally
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Rolf Holle
(Rocky Bivens) wrote:
> I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad that I once heard
> on a Bert Jansch album. If anyone knows which of his albums contains this
> song or a similar version, I would certainly appreciate it.
>
> Thanks in advance.
>
> --
> Rocky Bivens RBBI...@Venus.CambrianC.On.Ca
> ao...@Freenet.Carleton.Ca
The song "Twa corbies" is on Bert´s album "Moonshine" which came out in
the early or mid 70s. I have a copy at home and it it one of my favourite
Bert Jansch albums. If you want any more information about it please
e-mail me.
Rolf
Kevin Rolph
: Rocky Bivens (ao...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA) wrote:
: : I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad
: If I can find the file I'll post the lyrics.
Found it..
Twa Corbies
As I was walking all on my ain
I saw twa corbies makin' mane
One untae the tother say oh
Where shall we gan and dine the day oh?
Where shall we gan and dine the day?
It's in behind an old fell dyke
It's there I spied a new slain knight
'n neabody kens that he lies there O
'cept his hawk his hound and his lady fair O,
His hawk his hound and his lady fair
His Hawk has tae the hunting gone
His hound tae fetch the wild fowl hame.
His lady's ta'en another mate O
So we can mak oor dinner wait O
So we can mak oor dinner wait
And now the sun the dawn to rise
You pick oot the bonny blue eyes
W'll tak a lock of his golden hair O
To mak oor nest, when it grows fair O
To mak oor nest, when it grows fair
There's many a name for him maks mane
But none shall ken where he has bin
O'er his white banes when they are bare O
The winds shall blow for ever more O,
The winds shall blow for ever more.
As I was walking all on my ain
I saw twa corbies makin' mane
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Kevin Rolph
Ralf-Michael Thilo
: I (ke...@primag.co.uk) wrote:
: : Rocky Bivens (ao...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA) wrote:
: : : I am searching for a version of this traditional ballad
: : If I can find the file I'll post the lyrics.
: Found it..
: Twa Corbies
: As I was walking all on my ain
: -- (snip, snip, snip)
: Kevin Rolph
Now this is a version that sounds somewhat more Scottish (the tune by the
way is an old Breton one, called Al Alarc'h, which somebody once put to the
old Scottish words and didn't they fit well)
As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies makin' a mane
The tane intae the tither did say
"Whaur sall we gang and dine the day,
Oh, whaur sall we gang and dine the day?"
"It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain Knight,
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O,
But hus hawk and hound, and his lady fair
"His hound is to the hunting gane
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame
His lady 's ta'en anither mate
So we my make our dinner swate, O,
O we may make our dinner swate.
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en,
Wi' ae lock o' his gouden hair
We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O,
We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare.
There's mony a ane for him maks mane
But nane sall ken whaur he is gane,
O'er his white banes when they are bare
The wind sall blaw for evermair, O,
The wind sall blaw for evermore.
Michael