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TIOTAL
O mhuir gu muir (4 de 19)
EXTERNAL ID
HC_STS_FROMSEATOSEA_04
DEIT
2001
LINN
2000an
CRUTHADAIR
Bob Pegg
NEACH-FIOSRACHAIDH
Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd
AITHNEACHADH MAOINE
2400
KEYWORDS
slighean-uisge
slighe-uisge
claistinneach

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Tha an earrann a leanas a' tighinn o 'From sea to sea', lèirmheas chlaistinneach air eachdraidh, daoine, tìr agus cultar Slighe-uisge a' Ghlinne Mhòir. Chaidh am pròiseact seo a chruthachadh ann an 2001 le Bob Pegg, maoinichte le Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd tron phrògram 'Slighean-uisge beò' aig 'Slighean-uisge Bhreatainn'.


Fidheall, 'Clach-na-Cùdain' (O bheul-aithris)

'The Cappie Brae is white with snow
So a-sledging we must go
With woolly gloves and hats so cosy
Our cheeks and noses they look rosy

Down the brae we slide so fast
Wishing the thrill of it would last
We hit the bottom with a bump
Must have hit an old tree stump

Jock the joiner made the sledge
Musn't go near Granda Innes's hedge
There's old Mr. Cantray the bonesetter
Where we go to make things better

Jimmy Gunn in the signal box
Forever polishing the brass and clocks
Dan Mackay blacksmith lights the forge
Someone shouts, 'Hurray, there's Uncle George'

Kenny MacLean, the canal driver
Every dip paid less than a fiver
Alasdair [?], canal carpenter rare
You should see his cartoons, they're beyond compare

Jess and that, they had the inn
Many a Clacher left there in a spin
The Macleods - they had the only shop
Selling Highland Toffee and cough drops

The Christies sold the paraffin
They filled our bottles from a tin
We'd walk out to MacGruer's farm
Not many cars to do us harm

Up to the poultry farm with tired legs
Paid a sixpence for the chipped eggs
And we'd better not forget Old Jock the Post
Or we may be haunted by his ghost

To old Granny Fraser's with her hairnet so neat
That's where we went to get our sweets
Her little shop was round the back
So with a stone on her garden seat we'd give a loud rat-a-tat

Then she'd appear with key in hand
And with such patience to all our demands
Her cups of lemonade we'd all buy
It was like drinking the Preachit Well dry

Len and Albert Philips and cousin Beryl, true Clachers born
Brothers Walter, Sandy & Rob are Invernesians sworn
Look out when the Gibsons and Birds are about
They are related I heard someone shout'

Gach soirbheachas le muinntir Clach na Cùdain o Anne Phillips

Airson stiùireadh mu bhith a’ cleachdadh ìomhaighean agus susbaint eile, faicibh duilleag ‘Na Cumhaichean air Fad.’
’S e companaidh cuibhrichte fo bharantas clàraichte ann an Alba Àir. SC407011 agus carthannas clàraichte Albannach Àir. SC042593 a th’ ann an High Life na Gàidhealtachd.
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O mhuir gu muir (4 de 19)

2000an

slighean-uisge; slighe-uisge; claistinneach

Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd

The Highland Council: From Sea to Sea

Tha an earrann a leanas a' tighinn o 'From sea to sea', lèirmheas chlaistinneach air eachdraidh, daoine, tìr agus cultar Slighe-uisge a' Ghlinne Mhòir. Chaidh am pròiseact seo a chruthachadh ann an 2001 le Bob Pegg, maoinichte le Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd tron phrògram 'Slighean-uisge beò' aig 'Slighean-uisge Bhreatainn'.<br /> <br /> <br /> Fidheall, 'Clach-na-Cùdain' (O bheul-aithris)<br /> <br /> 'The Cappie Brae is white with snow<br /> So a-sledging we must go <br /> With woolly gloves and hats so cosy<br /> Our cheeks and noses they look rosy<br /> <br /> Down the brae we slide so fast <br /> Wishing the thrill of it would last<br /> We hit the bottom with a bump<br /> Must have hit an old tree stump<br /> <br /> Jock the joiner made the sledge <br /> Musn't go near Granda Innes's hedge<br /> There's old Mr. Cantray the bonesetter<br /> Where we go to make things better <br /> <br /> Jimmy Gunn in the signal box <br /> Forever polishing the brass and clocks <br /> Dan Mackay blacksmith lights the forge <br /> Someone shouts, 'Hurray, there's Uncle George'<br /> <br /> Kenny MacLean, the canal driver<br /> Every dip paid less than a fiver <br /> Alasdair [?], canal carpenter rare<br /> You should see his cartoons, they're beyond compare<br /> <br /> Jess and that, they had the inn<br /> Many a Clacher left there in a spin<br /> The Macleods - they had the only shop<br /> Selling Highland Toffee and cough drops<br /> <br /> The Christies sold the paraffin <br /> They filled our bottles from a tin<br /> We'd walk out to MacGruer's farm<br /> Not many cars to do us harm<br /> <br /> Up to the poultry farm with tired legs<br /> Paid a sixpence for the chipped eggs<br /> And we'd better not forget Old Jock the Post <br /> Or we may be haunted by his ghost <br /> <br /> To old Granny Fraser's with her hairnet so neat<br /> That's where we went to get our sweets<br /> Her little shop was round the back<br /> So with a stone on her garden seat we'd give a loud rat-a-tat<br /> <br /> Then she'd appear with key in hand <br /> And with such patience to all our demands <br /> Her cups of lemonade we'd all buy<br /> It was like drinking the Preachit Well dry<br /> <br /> Len and Albert Philips and cousin Beryl, true Clachers born <br /> Brothers Walter, Sandy & Rob are Invernesians sworn<br /> Look out when the Gibsons and Birds are about<br /> They are related I heard someone shout'<br /> <br /> Gach soirbheachas le muinntir Clach na Cùdain o Anne Phillips