The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. You barely just remember The tears your mother she'd As she sat and read the papers Through the lists and lists of dead. And the gold frame held a photogragh Your mother kissed each night. And the door frame held a shocked And silent stranger from the frae. And twenty-one years later, You had children of your own. The trumpets sounded once again, And the soldier boys were gone. But you made their guns and drove their trucks And you tended to their wounds. At night you kissed their photograph And prayed for safe returns. The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. And when it was all over You had to learn again To be just wives and mothers, Tho' you'd done the work of men. But you worked to help the needy And you never trod on toes. And the photo on the mantlepiece Struck a happy family pose. But your daughters grew to women And your little boys to men. And you wished that you were dreaming When the call up came up again. But you bravely smiled and held your tears As you proudly waved goodbye. But the photo on the mantel piece It always made you cry. The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away wi' drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. Now you're getting older And in time the photos fade. In widowhood you sit there And reflect on the parade. And the passing of your memories How your daughter change their lives. Seeing more to their existences Than mothers, daughters, wives. The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. Aye you never thought to question. You just went on with your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. Songwriters: Small Judith Margaret
The first time it was fathers The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ You barely just remember The tears your mother shed As she sat and read the paper Through the lists and lists of dead. And the gold frame held a photograph Your mother kissed each night. And the door frame held a shocked And silent stranger from the fight. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ And twenty-one years later, You had children of your own. The trumpets sounded once again And the soldier boys were gone. But you made their guns and drove their trucks And you tended to their wounds. At night you kissed their photograph And prayed for safe returns. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ And when it was all over You had to learn again To be just wives and mothers, Tho' you'd done the work of men. But you worked to help the needy And you never trod on toes. And the photo on the mantlepiece Struck a happy family pose. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ But your daughters grew to women And your little boys to men. And you wished that you were dreaming When the call up came up again. But you bravely smiled and held your tears As you proudly waved goodbye. But the photo on the mantel piece It always made you cry. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away wi' drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ Now you're getting older And in time the photos fade. In widowhood you sit there And reflect on the parade. And the passing of your memories How your daughters change their lives. Seeing more to their existences Than mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons In between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. But you never thought to question. You just went on wi' your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡ Aye you never thought to question. You just went on with your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. ♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
This is a two-tissue tune. Caught me out of the blue. I was playing chess listening to this in the background, and by the end of the song I was staring off into space with tears rolling down my cheeks. (This happens to me with Corries songs sometimes. Especially "The Green Fields of France.") I could always tell The Corries were good people in so many ways, and now I would dare to guess they were on the right side of sexual equality, too. Bravo! Beautiful.
@@murdochmclennan3510 actually they werent too bad. I saw them as a very young girl in one of the last decent gigs before roy got ill. They signed my programe in the bar at his majesties theatre . They asked what my favourite was and i said this. They asked why and i said daddy was a soldier but i was going to be a fighter pilot. They didnt dismiss it.
That's pretty neat of them. I believe in them as people and I do think that they cared a lot about all the songs they sang. They sang them that way and I for one do not choose to believe that they were only acting. May someone sometime see this post in a few years just as I saw yours, and may someone in the future get inspired by these posts too.
My husband and I both served multiple tours in Afghanistan. I did a turn in Iraq. I came home with 3 fractures on my scull, a buggered left leg and a chest trauma. I am the lucky one. Even though I was left epilepsy that will probably kill me. Mates lost limbs left blink and some insane. My husband came home in a box. Leaving me a crippled widow in my 30s. I was a daughter and a wife, I was also in the fire. My point is even after it all my generation was lucky we were equal , my wounds are proof of that. My loss makes me understand my mother and grandmother went through
11th November 2018 is the centenary of Armistice Day and Rememberance Sunday falls on the same day. Let it mean something!!! Songs such as this should remind us of the futility of war. The past is as important as the future but have we learned anything.? It breaks my heart when I read the names on the war memorial in my local church and I am grateful that no family names of mine are printed on it. Please remember our brave armed forces who not only fought and died in two world wars but in other more recent conflicts such as Korea, The Falklands, Bosnia, Northern Ireland, Iraq and Afganistan
I am a Falklands veteran, thirty years ago I was at Fitzroy when the Sir Gallahad got hit and fifty men died, I spent the next twelve hours tending to the badly burned, maimed and dying. Five days later I was in the thick of battle and a further fifty men died. For the first time in thirty years I attended a local remembrance day service. I wore a white poppy, as I now believe that war is not the answer. A man looked at me wearing the poppy and called me a coward.
You've seen more than any person should have to see. You have earned the right to wear any colour of poppy you wish to. Anyone who hasn't seen death, mutilation and pain will never know! Wear your white poppy with pride.
the song is written by Judy Small, a songwriter and musician of Australia. Her music and message in many of her songs is worth finding and listening too.
Happy memories of listening to The Corries whilst heading out to The Western Isles via Glen Coe and Oban to Craignure in the company of my good friend Graham Alexander.
I have the original recording by Australian Judy Small, who wrote this. I've never been able to find much of her stuff, but a little of it is played by other performers... :p
thank you for mentioning Judy Small. She is an amazing songwriter-poet. there is lots of her work on UA-cam. I have seen her live several times. Sadly she performs no more in public.
So poignat. Especially at 5his moment in time. Seeing all the mother's, wife's and daughters of Ukraine having to say good bye to there husband's, sons boyfriends as they go of to defend their country.
War is not the answer but that doesn´t give the right to call you a coward. That person must have no idea of what being in war is. Specially the Falklands war, fostered carelessly by the military Argentine government to try and win public favour.
Peace and happiness to you and thank you for your reply. It took me a long time but I now know war is not the answer. If those who start them, fought in them there would be no wars. All we can do is make sure it doesn't happen again. Peace
That was what I was taught. It is hard to be a woman. Maybe it is better to say it is hard to live life well and meaningfully. Spiritual matters are important. Peace. Beautifully performed.
miss Linda Babbi and Shelley and all the songs they put up. hope your all well and having a good life. wherever you all are. glad your channel is still here to enjoy the music.
How the f**k did you make the link between the tragedy of WW1, where women watched their loved ones disappear into eternity through the folly of human indifference and the vote for Scottish independence? You must live in a very confused world.
How do you unionists find your way to the most famous Scottish nationalist musicians on the planet? have you no got any treacherous musicians of your own to listen to? The corries were the back bone of Scottish Nationalism from the 60's to the 90's away and listen to Vera Lynn redcoats.
I am almost curious when a committee of women elected you to be the mansplainer of all things that we mere females don't seem to understand. Bwahaha, nah I don't care. Go back to your little basement Incel dope.
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
You barely just remember
The tears your mother she'd
As she sat and read the papers
Through the lists and lists of dead.
And the gold frame held a photogragh
Your mother kissed each night.
And the door frame held a shocked
And silent stranger from the frae.
And twenty-one years later,
You had children of your own.
The trumpets sounded once again,
And the soldier boys were gone.
But you made their guns and drove their trucks
And you tended to their wounds.
At night you kissed their photograph
And prayed for safe returns.
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
And when it was all over
You had to learn again
To be just wives and mothers,
Tho' you'd done the work of men.
But you worked to help the needy
And you never trod on toes.
And the photo on the mantlepiece
Struck a happy family pose.
But your daughters grew to women
And your little boys to men.
And you wished that you were dreaming
When the call up came up again.
But you bravely smiled and held your tears
As you proudly waved goodbye.
But the photo on the mantel piece
It always made you cry.
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away wi' drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
Now you're getting older
And in time the photos fade.
In widowhood you sit there
And reflect on the parade.
And the passing of your memories
How your daughter change their lives.
Seeing more to their existences
Than mothers, daughters, wives.
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
Aye you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
Songwriters: Small Judith Margaret
The first time it was fathers
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
You barely just remember
The tears your mother shed
As she sat and read the paper
Through the lists and lists of dead.
And the gold frame held a photograph
Your mother kissed each night.
And the door frame held a shocked
And silent stranger from the fight.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
And twenty-one years later,
You had children of your own.
The trumpets sounded once again
And the soldier boys were gone.
But you made their guns and drove their trucks
And you tended to their wounds.
At night you kissed their photograph
And prayed for safe returns.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
And when it was all over
You had to learn again
To be just wives and mothers,
Tho' you'd done the work of men.
But you worked to help the needy
And you never trod on toes.
And the photo on the mantlepiece
Struck a happy family pose.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
But your daughters grew to women
And your little boys to men.
And you wished that you were dreaming
When the call up came up again.
But you bravely smiled and held your tears
As you proudly waved goodbye.
But the photo on the mantel piece
It always made you cry.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away wi' drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
Now you're getting older
And in time the photos fade.
In widowhood you sit there
And reflect on the parade.
And the passing of your memories
How your daughters change their lives.
Seeing more to their existences
Than mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
Aye you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.
♡♡♡ ♡ ♡♡♡
This is a two-tissue tune. Caught me out of the blue. I was playing chess listening to this in the background, and by the end of the song I was staring off into space with tears rolling down my cheeks. (This happens to me with Corries songs sometimes. Especially "The Green Fields of France.") I could always tell The Corries were good people in so many ways, and now I would dare to guess they were on the right side of sexual equality, too. Bravo! Beautiful.
Don't bet on it [their being on the right side of sexual equality].
I mean, they didn't write either of those songs. They chose to sing them, which must count for something, but...
@@murdochmclennan3510 actually they werent too bad. I saw them as a very young girl in one of the last decent gigs before roy got ill. They signed my programe in the bar at his majesties theatre . They asked what my favourite was and i said this. They asked why and i said daddy was a soldier but i was going to be a fighter pilot. They didnt dismiss it.
That's pretty neat of them.
I believe in them as people and I do think that they cared a lot about all the songs they sang.
They sang them that way and I for one do not choose to believe that they were only acting.
May someone sometime see this post in a few years just as I saw yours, and may someone in the future get inspired by these posts too.
"Seeing more to their existences than mothers, daughters, wives."
They believed it, truly, I think.
Certainly I do.
Never heard anything so beautiful in my life.
I do not interpret the song as strictly an antiwar song. I view it more of the importance of women's sacrifice which is often overlooked.
Mother's, daughters, wife's was written and sang by Judy small and she was anti war .
My husband and I both served multiple tours in Afghanistan. I did a turn in Iraq. I came home with 3 fractures on my scull, a buggered left leg and a chest trauma. I am the lucky one. Even though I was left epilepsy that will probably kill me. Mates lost limbs left blink and some insane. My husband came home in a box. Leaving me a crippled widow in my 30s. I was a daughter and a wife, I was also in the fire. My point is even after it all my generation was lucky we were equal , my wounds are proof of that. My loss makes me understand my mother and grandmother went through
Closing Cassie channel, she has fought her last battle and gone home to God and more importantly her husband. One hell of a warrior. It was an honour
Thank you for your service, and God bless you.
Bless you both
I found this on my second tour - still think my mam and wife had more sleepless nights than I ever had waiting for us to come home.
11th November 2018 is the centenary of Armistice Day and Rememberance Sunday falls on the same day. Let it mean something!!! Songs such as this should remind us of the futility of war. The past is as important as the future but have we learned anything.? It breaks my heart when I read the names on the war memorial in my local church and I am grateful that no family names of mine are printed on it. Please remember our brave armed forces who not only fought and died in two world wars but in other more recent conflicts such as Korea, The Falklands, Bosnia, Northern Ireland, Iraq and Afganistan
Excellent observations.
ua-cam.com/video/F6Vh-NPAb8w/v-deo.html
Brought a Tear to my eye and I'm a 67 year old bloke
Same here mate from a 28 year old bloke.
my heart weeps for what we have become .Alba gu bràth
Caber Feidh Gu Brath
The Green Fields of France and this song always make me cry :')
I am a Falklands veteran, thirty years ago I was at Fitzroy when the Sir Gallahad got hit and fifty men died, I spent the next twelve hours tending to the badly burned, maimed and dying. Five days later I was in the thick of battle and a further fifty men died. For the first time in thirty years I attended a local remembrance day service. I wore a white poppy, as I now believe that war is not the answer. A man looked at me wearing the poppy and called me a coward.
Combat Medic (or equivalent)? My late husband was one during WW2 and he pretty much felt the same way.
The man calling you a coward is an epic tool.
You're no coward, Sir. Ignore that ass.
God bless you, sometimes there are no good paths.
Respect to you brother
An absolute gem of an antiwar song - the lyrics are so heart breaking yet totally real. This is the Corries at their best - wonderful.
Wonderful Corries❤❤
What a beautifully sensitive rendition by Ronnie. Soothing voice and so easy on those ears.I find myself singing along with him.Awesome job, Ronnie.
"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in." - George McGovern
"rule number 1 of war: young men die
rule number 2: doctors can't change rule 1"
Colonel Henry Blake
You've seen more than any person should have to see. You have earned the right to wear any colour of poppy you wish to. Anyone who hasn't seen death, mutilation and pain will never know! Wear your white poppy with pride.
the song is written by Judy Small, a songwriter and musician of Australia. Her music and message in many of her songs is worth finding and listening too.
Happy memories of listening to The Corries whilst heading out to The Western Isles via Glen Coe and Oban to Craignure in the company of my good friend Graham Alexander.
Who doesn't love Ronnie's lovely voice?? This is such a powerful song I first heard from the Mac Calmans. Thanks Linda
Thank you too beautiful for words
Another wee listen
I have the original recording by Australian Judy Small, who wrote this. I've never been able to find much of her stuff, but a little of it is played by other performers... :p
thank you for mentioning Judy Small. She is an amazing songwriter-poet. there is lots of her work on UA-cam. I have seen her live several times. Sadly she performs no more in public.
Also glad that you credited the songwriter: also saw her several times on her tours of the UK.
But she had a full-time job as an Australian High Court judge!
So poignat. Especially at 5his moment in time. Seeing all the mother's, wife's and daughters of Ukraine having to say good bye to there husband's, sons boyfriends as they go of to defend their country.
Never ceases to move me to tears.
I use this song along with a number of other good songs in my college history class.
we will never learn
War is not the answer but that doesn´t give the right to call you a coward. That person must have no idea of what being in war is. Specially the Falklands war, fostered carelessly by the military Argentine government to try and win public favour.
only heard the Macs sing this, lovely version Linda, hope you are well . Ray
Spot on - I'm with you, Gamlingen! Talented lassie ye have there!
I have only just found The Corries and I absolutely love them.
Your lucky you have so many good songs to listen to for the first time
Beautiful and .gentle
I cannot express how much i love this song.
Loved the Corries. Pure brilliant.
Peace and happiness to you and thank you for your reply. It took me a long time but I now know war is not the answer. If those who start them, fought in them there would be no wars. All we can do is make sure it doesn't happen again. Peace
Please listen to the original by Judy small,
Beautiful
Never thought i would tear that much listening to a song.
sad song, but moving.
That was what I was taught. It is hard to be a woman. Maybe it is better to say it is hard to live life well and meaningfully. Spiritual matters are important. Peace. Beautifully performed.
miss Linda Babbi and Shelley and all the songs they put up. hope your all well and having a good life. wherever you all are. glad your channel is still here to enjoy the music.
Probably the most emotional Corries' song I know. The most eloquent feminist song I know, without being a feminist.
@mandolinda6 He's not the only one who thinks so....
Man will always fight, its our nature, I love people & cats - but I love Cats more than people..
I loe this song, singin it makes me cry
what are you talking about?
VOTE YES DONT LET THIS SLIP AWAY FROM US ALL VOTE YES
Music not politics !!!!!
How the f**k did you make the link between the tragedy of WW1, where women watched their loved ones disappear into eternity through the folly of human indifference and the vote for Scottish independence? You must live in a very confused world.
Mr .Creosote Well said Mr Creosote.Such lovely music being sullied by a clown.
your def a complete muppet, not the place for snp troll pish
How do you unionists find your way to the most famous Scottish nationalist musicians on the planet? have you no got any treacherous musicians of your own to listen to? The corries were the back bone of Scottish Nationalism from the 60's to the 90's away and listen to Vera Lynn redcoats.
Love the Corries but hate this song. So patronizing. Millions of women of that bygone era did indeed question things.
Snowflake
What an idiotic statement. This is a tribute to women. Away and virtue signal somewhere else.
Troll.
Sabrina Martin the only troll here is you sabrina bbz now get your apron on and bet in that kitchen I'm starving biatch
I am almost curious when a committee of women elected you to be the mansplainer of all things that we mere females don't seem to understand. Bwahaha, nah I don't care. Go back to your little basement Incel dope.
I must admit...I was no more than a Mother, Daughter, Wife.
Ultimately, anyroad....