Sir Harry was married to my grandmother's sister,my dad and his sister were more or less the last people from the family to see sir Harry prior to his passing away.😢😢
Beautiful. Thank you. ♡ My mother born (1920) would have loved to have seen and heard this. She met him as a wee lass in Glasgow and he drew and signed a drawing in her "autograph book" which was a thing of those days before technology came into being.
The following is from Wikipedia: The Road to the Isles" is a famous Scottish traditional song. It is part of the Kennedy-Fraser collection and it appeared in a book entitled 'Songs of the Hebrides' published in 1917, with the eponymous title by the Celtic poet Kenneth Macleod. The poem is headed by the statement 'Written for the lads in France during the Great War'. The impression is given by the notes appended to the book that the author was Kenneth Macleod himself. Marjory Kennedy-Fraser toured the Western Isles of Scotland in the summer of 1917 and collected a group of local tunes. The tune associated with the Road to the Isles was an air played by Malcolm Johnson of Barra on a chanter and composed by Pipe Major John McLellan of Dunoon (originally titled "The Burning Sands of Egypt"). Kenneth Macleod then wrote the words for a voice and harp (or piano) arrangement of this air by Patuffa Kennedy-Fraser.
Makes flower of Scotland sound like the dirge it is Lovely to hear again my wee granny loved Oor Harry and had loads of 78rpm records which my Aunty her daughter has them along with an abundance of Elvis 78rpm also
The Road to the Isles is a joy to behold. The places mentioned in this song are so familiar to me. - with the exception of The Skerries. Ah ! to smell the "tangle" (seaweed) again ! Thank you for sharing.
At Portree seafront in sight of the Cuillins, it's the thick 'scent' of spices & vinegar of late, as dozens of tourists stuff their faces with take-outs on the jetty. A resident, it's something that deters me from wandering down there nowadays..
A far croonin' is pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromach to the road. The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load. Chorus Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles. If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles. Oh the far Cuillins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' my cromach to the Isles. It's by Shiel water the track is to the west By Ailort and by Morar to the sea The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mother´s knee. The blue islands are pullin' me away Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
thank you for the words. I had them printed on the back of my mum's funeral sheet because of her love for Scotland. She lived in S Africa all her married life and longed to return to Scotland. When she was 87 I had the opportunity to do that for her and her heart was at ease. We visited her childhood home in Pollockshields and saw the Cuilleans and her love for her homeland was renewed again in her final years. I have the autograph and signature of Harry Lauder in her album today. ♡♡♡
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This is what I call singing, without all the amplifiers and the props!
I loved the Isle of Skye though my companion and I were unable to visit the entire Isle. We will be back this summer to explore the rest of Skye and maybe visit some caves, if we can get to them. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Explained to me by an old Scot, with an Irish name: A cromach is a walking stick that you pick up sometime well into a journey afoot. It is not wise to start out with one, as you'll come to depend on it, and its virtues will not be available to you in full measure when needed; you take it up when well into the walk. The narrator in this song is starting his journey with one in hand, because he is on his final trek to his birthplace, and does not care whether he becomes dependent on it. He is hiking southwestward across Scotland, past the Loch country, toward the isle of Lewis, where the oddly-shaped Cuillin Hills are visible from quite a distance. He is joyful, has not a care in the world, no trepidation about the future, because once he arrives, he will journey no more -- when an old Scot looks homeward for the last time, it is the last time.
I'm 37 and love when the weans are sleeping over elsewhere, i can tae listen to harry lauder. A few year ago , quite a few year ago , low park museum in hamilton had a dedication to him i took the weans... not interested lol. . the weans have caught me a few times listenin to him. the obvious look lol, wtf mum . i think i might be an old soul when im not listening to the usual modern stuff ma pals blast on a saturday ...lol
and like an old soul i have commented on my sons account because i have no idea how to put mine on. despite that 37.... phhhhhfffff, i should be young enough to work this.... em... a ..wee bit of help please....
Ta for that .. my Gran (and to a lesser extent my Mum) used to sing this to me as a child ..... liked the tune but never got the lyrics being a sassonach ..."A far cruel king is putting doves on lea...." DOH!
There'll never be another Harry Lauder ! Thank you for posting this classic.
Thank Goad there'll never be ithir the likes o yon yin!
Great to listen to Sir Harry's timing in this. Quite a lesson in singing actually.
Thanks
Listen to that passion is his voice... Very beautiful indeed!
My mother's Canadian Family saw Harry Lauder in Montreal in the 1930's. My mother remembered the concert when she was a young girl.
if youre listening harry, you were the BEST.! .. thank you...
Sir Harry was married to my grandmother's sister,my dad and his sister were more or less the last people from the family to see sir Harry prior to his passing away.😢😢
Loved that Scottish song… LOVED 🥰 IT!!!
Beautiful. Thank you. ♡ My mother born (1920) would have loved to have seen and heard this. She met him as a wee lass in Glasgow and he drew and signed a drawing in her "autograph book" which was a thing of those days before technology came into being.
wonderful; wonderful; just wonderful!
This is wonderful to listen to thank you.
The following is from Wikipedia: The Road to the Isles" is a famous Scottish traditional song. It is part of the Kennedy-Fraser collection and it appeared in a book entitled 'Songs of the Hebrides' published in 1917, with the eponymous title by the Celtic poet Kenneth Macleod. The poem is headed by the statement 'Written for the lads in France during the Great War'. The impression is given by the notes appended to the book that the author was Kenneth Macleod himself. Marjory Kennedy-Fraser toured the Western Isles of Scotland in the summer of 1917 and collected a group of local tunes. The tune associated with the Road to the Isles was an air played by Malcolm Johnson of Barra on a chanter and composed by Pipe Major John McLellan of Dunoon (originally titled "The Burning Sands of Egypt"). Kenneth Macleod then wrote the words for a voice and harp (or piano) arrangement of this air by Patuffa Kennedy-Fraser.
It's good that I'm not the only one who knew this!
No one else comes close to the great Sir Harry Lauder.
Enjoying this on Burns night here in Dublin - lovely.
Makes flower of Scotland sound like the dirge it is
Lovely to hear again my wee granny loved Oor Harry and had loads of 78rpm records which my Aunty her daughter has them along with an abundance of Elvis 78rpm also
The Road to the Isles is a joy to behold. The places mentioned in this song are so familiar to me. - with the exception of The Skerries.
Ah ! to smell the "tangle" (seaweed) again !
Thank you for sharing.
At Portree seafront in sight of the Cuillins, it's the thick 'scent' of spices & vinegar of late, as dozens of tourists stuff their faces with take-outs on the jetty. A resident, it's something that deters me from wandering down there nowadays..
@Corrie121
The Skerries are a group of tiny Islands in the Pentland Firth between Caithness and Orkney.
A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromach to the road.
The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Chorus
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Cuillins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromach to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Ailort and by Morar to the sea
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother´s knee.
The blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
thank you for the words. I had them printed on the back of my mum's funeral sheet because of her love for Scotland. She lived in S Africa all her married life and longed to return to Scotland. When she was 87 I had the opportunity to do that for her and her heart was at ease. We visited her childhood home in Pollockshields and saw the Cuilleans and her love for her homeland was renewed again in her final years. I have the autograph and signature of Harry Lauder in her album today. ♡♡♡
This is what I call singing, without all the amplifiers and the props!
'the far coolins are putting love on me' sounds very 'today' - interesting turns of phrase!
Michael Gorman in what way? They've been up for sale in recent years. The Cuillins to which the song refers is a heady sight for sure...
I loved the Isle of Skye though my companion and I were unable to visit the entire Isle. We will be back this summer to explore the rest of Skye and maybe visit some caves, if we can get to them. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Explained to me by an old Scot, with an Irish name: A cromach is a walking stick that you pick up sometime well into a journey afoot. It is not wise to start out with one, as you'll come to depend on it, and its virtues will not be available to you in full measure when needed; you take it up when well into the walk. The narrator in this song is starting his journey with one in hand, because he is on his final trek to his birthplace, and does not care whether he becomes dependent on it.
He is hiking southwestward across Scotland, past the Loch country, toward the isle of Lewis, where the oddly-shaped Cuillin Hills are visible from quite a distance. He is joyful, has not a care in the world, no trepidation about the future, because once he arrives, he will journey no more -- when an old Scot looks homeward for the last time, it is the last time.
thanks for sharing this information
I'm 37 and love when the weans are sleeping over elsewhere, i can tae listen to harry lauder. A few year ago , quite a few year ago , low park museum in hamilton had a dedication to him i took the weans... not interested lol. . the weans have caught me a few times listenin to him. the obvious look lol, wtf mum . i think i might be an old soul when im not listening to the usual modern stuff ma pals blast on a saturday ...lol
and like an old soul i have commented on my sons account because i have no idea how to put mine on. despite that 37....
phhhhhfffff, i should be young enough to work this....
em... a ..wee bit of help please....
Make the weans listen and tell them of Sir Harry and his life. It is the only way to keep him going for future generations.
A nice piece of History
Ta for that .. my Gran (and to a lesser extent my Mum) used to sing this to me as a child ..... liked the tune but never got the lyrics being a sassonach ..."A far cruel king is putting doves on lea...." DOH!
i think the instrument playing the melody line at the start of the song is, an oboe.?and perhaps a bassoon in there as well.?
tangle is here me dearies!! ;)
Question, can anyone identify the instruments being played at the start of the piece ? Love to know thank's
A beautiful performance. Pity that this is a transfer from a worn original.
The song is familiar