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Alex Campbell
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Baron of Brackley
Scottish Version - whilst difficult this is authentic and the singer should try to perfect singing this song in Scottish not English. Alex Campbell actually sang this in more modern Scottish which could be understood by a larger audience. Up to the singer to decide how far he should go with this.：
BARON OF BRACKLEY
Doon Deeside came Inverey, whistlin'and playin',
And he was at Brackley's yetts ere the day was daw'in';
'O are ye there, Brackley, and are ye within?
For oor sherp swords are at yer yetts, we maun gar yer blood spin.'
'O rise up, my baron, and turn back yer kye,
For the lads frae Drumwharron they are drivin' them by!'
'Oh, how can I rise up and turn them again?
For whaur I hae ae man, I am sure they have ten.'
'O rise up, Betsy Gordon, and gie me my gun,
And tho' I gang oot, love, sure I'll never win hame.
O kiss me, my Betsy, don't think I'm tae blame,
For aginst three and thirty, wha's me what is ane?'
Wi' their dirks and their braidswords they did him surroond,
And they've slain bonnie Brackley wi' monie's the wound.
Frae the heid o' the Dee tae the banks o' the Spey
The Gordons shall mourn him and will ban Inverey.
'Cam ye by Brackley's yetts or cam ye by here?
And saw ye his lady a-rivin' her hair?'
'O I cam by Brackley's yetts and I cam by there
And I saw his guid lady, she was makin' guid cheer.
'She was rantin' and dancin', aye singin' for joy,
And vowin' that very nicht she wad feast Inverey;
O she lauch'd wi' him, danced wi' him, welcomed him ben,
Aye, she kept him till mornin', wha had slain her good man.'
Now there's grief in the kitchen, but there's mirth in the ha,
For the bonniest Gordon wha's deid and awa.
Then up and spak the bairn on the nourice's knee,
'It's afore I'm a man, avenged I'll be!'
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English Translation is provided to allow German Speakers unfamiliar with Scottish dialect to understand more clearly what they are singing in Scottish:
Down Deeside came Inverey, whistlingand playing,
And he was at Brackley's gates before the day was dawning;
'O are you there, Brackley, and are you within?
For our sharp swords are at your gates, We must make your blood spill.'
'O rise up, my baron, and turn back your cows,
For the lads from Drumwharron they are driving them by!'
'Oh, how can I rise up and turn them again?
For where I have one man, I am sure they have ten.'
'O rise up, Betsy Gordon, and give me my gun,
And though I gang out, love, sure I'll never come home.
O kiss me, my Betsy, don't think I'm to blame,
For against three and thirty, there is me that is one?'
With their dirks and their broadswords they did him surround,
And they've slain bonnie Brackley with many's the wound.
From the head of the Dee to the banks o' the Spey
The Gordons shall mourn him and will ban Inverey.
'Came you by Brackley's gates or came you by here?
And saw you his lady a-tearing her hair?'
'O I came by Brackley's gates and I came by there
And I saw his good lady, she was making good cheer.
'She was ranting and dancing, yes singing for joy,
And vowing that very night she would feast Inverey;
O she laughed with him, danced with him, welcomed him in,
Yes, she kept him till morning, he who had slain her good man.'
Now there's grief in the kitchen, but there's mirth in the hall,
For the bonniest Gordon is dead and gone.
Then up and spoke the bairn on the nurse's knee,
'It's before I'm a man, avenged I'll be!'
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