Track listing and lyrics
for our latest release, PER ARDUA
Valley of Drumoak
(Instrumental)by Music by The McKintree Boys
Will Ye Not Come Back Again
Words by Carolina Oliphant, traditional Scottish tuneBonnie Charlie's now away
Safely o'er the friendly main;Many a heart will break in twoShould 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 vainThough pure and pure we may be
Siller cannot buy the heartThat aye, beats warm for thine an thee.We watched thee in the gloomin' hourWe watched thee in the mornin' greyThough 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 BoysQuick, come away my darling, it's time for us to partNow leave behind that hovel in a bog and make a brand new startWe'll sail on Patrick Henry, and onboard we'll catch our breathand shout just like her namesake, "liberty or death!"And death has made himself at home, full upon the IsleThe Blight of all our kinsmen and the englishman's denialWe bid farewell to the grassy turves, goodbye to the whipand set a course for old New York aboard this coffin shipI'm not sure where were going, but it can't get worse my loveSo we'll hope and pray and trust our God aboveHuddled in the fo'c'sle, with a pound of mouldy tacBeneath the roaring gales, we hear the thunder crackAt dawn the water's quiet, and we raise our limey rumOne more soul rests 'neath the sea, as we hear the fun'ral drumI'm not sure where were going, but it can't get worse my loveSo we'll hope and pray and trust our God aboveFor the sun it flies and shines each day, o'er in grand AmericaySo hold fast my love and we'll walk her shores one dayNow, come away me darling, It's time for us to partThe ship is in the harbor, this is our brand new startBut now a dreadful feeling as the dock rolls into sightThese brand new days in Old New York, will birth a brand new fight
Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee
(Instrumental)by Music by Ludwig Von Beethoven
In The Sod
Words by Adam McIntyre, music by The McKintree BoysWell 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 GodDon't fear for it's clear that I am home.Aye, the smiles cheer me, with those I love near me I haveAll that my heart may desirewith walls for wind and a roof for the rainand drinks beside the fireThe end is here it's true my loveBut do not be afraidFor the distant hills look green my loveIve only time to say one thingAnd Yea though I walk through the valley of death I will not fear the devilThe valleys will be filled, the footpaths made straightand mountains will be made level
Words by Adam McIntyre, music by The McKintree BoysDistant country, Distant land, Foreign nation, foreign manleft his stronghold in Andrew's guile, full were the arms of Erin's IsleBut don't look back.the night's turned the ocean to blackSo we'll sail on toward the dawnFought for freedom, fought for love, Still left thirsty for stronger stuffRotten wages, rotten food, Walk the road he must pursueBut don't look back.The night's turned the ocean to blackSo we'll sail on toward the dawnPer ArduaThe darkness cannot fight the dawn, so carry on Per ArduaYou know that death has lost her sting, so forever sing, Per ArduaDistant country, Distant land Foreign nation, foreign manOn a journey to fertile soil, To plant his seeds, his sweat, his toil
Words and music by John Bannerman, translated by Hugh RobertonStep we gaily, on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe,Arm in arm and row on rowAll for Mairi's wedding. Over hillways up and downMyrtle green and bracken brown,Past the sheilings through the townAll for sake of Mairi. ..Chorus Red her cheeks as rowans areBright her eyes as any star,Fairest o' them all by farIs our darlin' MairiPlenty herring, plenty mealPlenty peat to fill her creel,Plenty bonny bairns as wellThat's the toast for Mairi.
Those Sweet Eyes
Words by Adam McIntyre, music by The McKintree BoysHe is crouched on the bank of a river of goldThat carries more river than goldHe places his finger on the picture of a girlHis true love he left half a world awayIt's 1852, three years since his crew Took port in San Francisco BaySo on this hill he now sat wondering how he'd get backTo the girl in the old photographHe said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhereBright as a midsummer's morningI hope that you've kept safe my heartIt's been yours since the day I was born"Well he must have dug ten thousand holesWashing for gold all the whileBut when his claim had been jumped and the hills had dried upHe'd still pull out her photo and smileAnd then one day a mule brought a letterPenned from the girl in the frame It said, "I'm sorry love, but I married last winterI prayed for years, but you never came"The years passed by in the blink of an eyeAnd there was nothing that ever hurt moreSo stayed he right there, in San Francisco BayAnd he opened his very own store.When one winter's morn toward the twilight of his daysA ship from the old country sailed inWhen off of the boat stepped a widow in blackHe felt a stiff chill down his spineHis hat he removed as he walked down the dockBut his gaze would not lift from the groundHe trembled, when he saw her face He cried when she uttered the soundShe said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhereBright as a midsummer's morningI hope that you've kept safe my heart It's been yours since the day I was born"