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TITLE
From Sea to Sea (12 of 19)
EXTERNAL ID
HC_STS_FROMSEATOSEA_12
DATE OF RECORDING
2001
PERIOD
2000s
CREATOR
Bob Pegg
SOURCE
The Highland Council
ASSET ID
2412
KEYWORDS
canals
waterways
songs
poaching
poachers
audio

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The following extract is taken from 'From Sea to Sea', an audio celebration of the history, people, landscape and culture of the Great Glen waterway - The Caledonian Canal. The project was created in 2001 by Bob Pegg and funded by Highland Council through the British Waterways 'Living Waterways Programme'.

A local song composed by Duncan MacDonald immortalises the wily art of the poacher, on the slopes of Ardachy, above Loch Oich.

'I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where my mate and I in wind and rain
Would climb the hill to the top of Glen Brein
And many's the hind that we did trail
From the back of Ardachy
Where we climbed the hill and the mountain steep
Stalking the deer and dodging the sheep
And many's the stag we put to sleep
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where we crossed the burns when white with foam
One slip and we're off to our last long home
And down the Breineag our corpse would roll
From the back of Ardachy
When we drank a dram of Ben Nevis dew
Till one stag looked like three or two
But we always pierced the right one through
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where we travelled the face on treacherous ice
One slip and we're over the precipice
And two merry widows would be weeping for us
At the back of Ardachy
The keepers were always on our trail
And the landlords often on our tail
But they never got us into jail
From the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Good luck to all on pleasure bent
For you the hills and the deer are meant
The great Creator demands no rent
For the back of Ardachy
Now that I'm too old for the mountains steep
And stalking on to my last home sleep
I wish I could have it where we dodged the sheep
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy'

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From Sea to Sea (12 of 19)

2000s

canals; waterways; songs; poaching; poachers; audio

The Highland Council

The Highland Council: From Sea to Sea

The following extract is taken from 'From Sea to Sea', an audio celebration of the history, people, landscape and culture of the Great Glen waterway - The Caledonian Canal. The project was created in 2001 by Bob Pegg and funded by Highland Council through the British Waterways 'Living Waterways Programme'. <br /> <br /> A local song composed by Duncan MacDonald immortalises the wily art of the poacher, on the slopes of Ardachy, above Loch Oich.<br /> <br /> 'I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where my mate and I in wind and rain<br /> Would climb the hill to the top of Glen Brein<br /> And many's the hind that we did trail <br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> Where we climbed the hill and the mountain steep<br /> Stalking the deer and dodging the sheep<br /> And many's the stag we put to sleep<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where we crossed the burns when white with foam<br /> One slip and we're off to our last long home<br /> And down the Breineag our corpse would roll<br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> When we drank a dram of Ben Nevis dew<br /> Till one stag looked like three or two<br /> But we always pierced the right one through<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where we travelled the face on treacherous ice<br /> One slip and we're over the precipice<br /> And two merry widows would be weeping for us<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> The keepers were always on our trail<br /> And the landlords often on our tail<br /> But they never got us into jail<br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Good luck to all on pleasure bent<br /> For you the hills and the deer are meant<br /> The great Creator demands no rent<br /> For the back of Ardachy<br /> Now that I'm too old for the mountains steep<br /> And stalking on to my last home sleep<br /> I wish I could have it where we dodged the sheep<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy'