Contributed by Marilyn McPhie This old tale is taken from one of the 350 ballads recorded by James Child in the 19th century. Once long, long ago on a pleasant summer morn, the Earl of Mar’s daughter was walking with her maids in the garden. The girl looked around at the green grass, the …
— contributed by Marilyn McPhie Many, many years ago the people who lived near a loch by the River Spey were plagued with a terrible water horse. He was most often seen in the spring, when he seemed to be grazing along with the cattle who were by the loch. All who saw the water …
— contributed by Marilyn McPhie Long ago there was a farm known as Ferne Den. It took its name from the Den, or the Glen, filled with ferns that lay all around the farm. Anyone visiting the farm had to pass through the glen. And that was a problem, because in the glen there lived …
Many, many years ago there was a Highland Ball at Alness in Ross-shire. Visiting the area from England was a young nobleman. At first, he sat against the wall, for the Scottish dances were not familiar to him. However, finally he heard something he knew – a slow waltz – and at the same time …
Contributed by Marilyn McPhie Many years ago in the highlands of Scotland there was a piper — Billy McLeod. I doubt you’ve heard of him. He was not famous, but just a pretty good piper, not the best, but not the worst either. But that was his art and his occupation, too. He played anywhere folks …
There was once a woman who had three daughters. One day the eldest said, “Mother, bake me a bannock and roast me a collop, for I must seek my fortune.” Her mother provided the food, and the lass went to visit a local witch for advice on where to find her fortune. The witch told …
Many years ago, there was a lad named Jack who lived in a small cottage with his mother. I’m not sure how many years ago this happened, but as you will see, you would probably want to know.) Jack worked as a shepherd for a rich laird who was as stingy a man as ever …
Once there was a young man called Jock who lived with his old mother. One day she said to him, “Jock, you are a lazy fellow, and it seems that I have to do everything for both of us. You need to go out and find some work to help us out.” “I’ll do that, …
words and music (c) 2013, Jeanne McDougall People come from many different lands We share one world, together hand in hand But if you see something special in the shining Scottish sky There’s a reason and you’ll know it when I tell you why …. There’s a wee bit o’ Scot in us all There’s …
A man’s still a man to me Arbroath made it right to be free The voices of freedom are calling to me Saying stand for the free soil of Scotland Be it land of your heart, or the land of your birth It was right from the start, and it spread o’er the Earth Their …
