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Valley Of Drumoak
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Per Ardua
Music
PER ARDUA
Track listing and lyrics
Valley of Drumoak
(Instrumental)
Music by The McKintree Boys
Will Ye Not Come Back Again
Words by Carolina Oliphant
Traditional Scottish tune
Bonnie Charlie's now away
Safely o'er the friendly main;
Many a heart will break in two
Should he no come back again.
Ye trusted in your Highland men,
They trusted you dear Charlie!
They kept you hiding in the glen,
Death and exile braving.
Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better loved ye cannot be;
Will ye no come back again?
English bribes were all in vain
Though pure and pure we may be
Siller cannot buy the heart
That aye, beats warm for thine an thee.
We watched thee in the gloomin' hour
We watched thee in the mornin' grey
Though thirty thousand pounds they give,
Oh, there is none that would betray!
Sweet's the levuruck's note an' long,
Liltin' wildly up the glen;
But aye to me he sings a song,
"Will ye no come back again?"
The Auld Pat Henry
Words by Adam McIntyre
Music by The McKintree Boys
Quick, come away my darling
It's time for us to part
Now leave behind that hovel in a bog
And make a brand new start
We'll sail on Patrick Henry
On-board we'll catch our breath
and shout just like her namesake
"Liberty or death!"
Death has made himself at home,
Full upon the Isle
The Blight of all our kinsmen
And the Englishman's denial
We bid farewell to the grassy turves
Goodbye to the whip
and set a course for old New York
Aboard this coffin ship
I'm not sure where were going
But it can't get worse my love
So we'll hope and pray and
Trust our God above
Huddled in the fo'c'sle
With a pound of mouldy tack
Beneath the roaring gales
We hear the thunder crack
At dawn the water's quiet
So we raise our limey rum
One more soul rests 'neath the waves
As we hear the fun'ral drum
I'm not sure where we’re going
But it can't get worse my love
So we'll hope and pray and
Trust our God above
For the sun it flies and shines each day
O'er in grand Americay
So hold fast my love and
We'll walk her shores one day
Now, come away me darling
It's time for us to part
The ship is in the harbor,
This is our brand new start
But now a dreadful feeling as the
Dock rolls into sight
These brand new days in Old New York
Will birth a brand new fight
Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee
(Instrumental)
Music by Ludwig Von Beethoven
In The Sod
Words by Adam McIntyre
Music by The McKintree Boys
Well if you take me by the hand
When my last breath, I be breathin'
I'll whisper gently in your ear
Advice that you'll be needin'
When I'm down in the sod
And I stand before God
Don't fear for it's clear that I am home
Aye, the smiles cheer me
With those I love near me
I’ve all my heart’s desire
with walls for wind and a roof for the rain
and drinks beside the fire
The end is here it's true my love
But do not be afraid
The distant hills look green my love
I’ve only time to say one thing
And Yea though I walk
Through the valley of death
I will not fear the devil
The valleys will be filled
The footpaths made straight
and mountains will be made level
Per Ardua
Words by Adam McIntyre
Music by The McKintree Boys
Distant country, Distant land
Foreign nation, Foreign man
Left his stronghold in Andrew's guile
Full were the arms of Erin's Isle
But don't look back
The night's turned the ocean to black
So we'll sail on toward the dawn
Fought for freedom, fought for love
Still left thirsty for stronger stuff
Rotten wages, rotten food
Walk the road he must pursue
But don't look back
The night's turned the ocean to black
So we'll sail on toward the dawn
Per Ardua!
The darkness cannot fight the dawn, so carry on
Per Ardua!
You know that death has lost her sting, so forever sing,
Per Ardua!
Distant country, Distant land
Foreign nation, Foreign man
On a journey to fertile soil
To plant his seeds, his sweat, his toil
Mairi's Wedding
Words and music by John Bannerman,
Translated by Hugh Roberton
Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding
Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the sheilings through the town
All for sake of Mairi.
Red her cheeks as rowans are
Bright her eyes as any star
Fairest o' them all by far
Is our darlin' Mairi
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel
Plenty bonny bairns as well
That's the toast for Mairi
Those Sweet Eyes
Words by Adam McIntyre
Music by The McKintree Boys
He is crouched on the bank of a river of gold
That carries more river than gold
He places his finger on the picture of a girl
His true love he left half a world away
It's 1852, three years since his crew
Took port in San Francisco Bay
So on this hill he now sat wondering how he'd get back
To the girl in the old photograph
He said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhere
Bright as a midsummer's morning
I know that you'll keep safe my heart
It's been yours since the day I was born"
Well he must have dug ten thousand holes
Washing for gold all the while
But when his claim had been jumped and the hills had dried up
He'd still pull out her photo and smile
And then one day a mule brought a letter
Penned from the girl in the frame
It said, "I'm sorry love, but I married last winter
I prayed for years, but you never came"
The years passed by in the blink of an eye
And there was nothing that ever hurt more
So stayed he right there, in San Francisco Bay
And he opened his own general store
When one winter's morn toward the twilight of his days
A ship from the old country sailed in
When off of the boat stepped a widow in black
He felt a stiff chill down his spine
His hat he removed as he walked down the dock
But his gaze would not lift from the ground
He trembled, when he saw her face
He cried when she uttered the sound
She said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhere
Bright as a midsummer's morning
I hope that you've kept safe my heart
It's been yours since the day I was born"
The McKintree Boys:
David Dickey: fiddle, mandolin, banjo, vocals
Mark Ashley: bass, vocals
Aaron Foor: drums
Adam McIntyre: guitar, lead vocals
Per Ardua is latin meaning "Through all Difficulties"
It is the motto of Clan MacIntyre
“That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” -2 Corinthians 12:10
Copyright ©2014, The McKintree Boys
This album is dedicated to the memory of Aida Frial Beardsley
Recorded at:
Weathertop Studios, Anza, CA
Engineered and Mixed by Matt Maulding
The McKintree Boys would like to thank you for supporting us and for supporting local live music in Southern California. In addition, we would also like to offer our sincere gratitude to the following:
Phillip Beardsley
Matt Maulding at Weathertop Studios,
Paul and Graham from The Shamrock Murrieta
The Bricktop Blaggers, The Humble Hooligans, Quel Bordel, and Lexington Field
The Field San Diego, O’Sullivan’s Carlsbad, The Royal Falconer Redlands, and Hangar 24
Ian Loudon, Scott Ellis, Brianna Lopez, Bridgette Vigneault, Josh Solorio, and Christina Ellis
Of the McIntyres: John, Kathi, Agatha, Gwyneth, and my lovely Jessica
Of The Ashleys: Dick, Becky, Ethan, Preston, Kaelynn, and Adrianne
Of The Foors: Noah, Haley, Allison, Asher, and Emily
Of The Dickeys: David Dickey II
The Almighty Lord who is the giver of all things.
