Peaceful Ground – Talamh Sìtheil • Track 08  
The Ewe Bughts    

‘Will you go to the *Ewe-bughts, Marian,
And wear in the sheep wi’ me?
‘The mavis sings sweetly, my Marian,
‘But not sae sweetly as thee’.
These aft were the words of my Sandy,
As we met in the howe of the glen,
But nae mair shall I meet wi’ my Sandy,
For Sandy to Flanders is gane.

How can the trumpets loud clarion
Thus take a’ the shepherds afar?
Oh could na’ the Ewe-bughts and Marian
Please mair than the horrors of war?
But, oh, tis the fault o’ them a’, Sirs,
In search of gowd and of fame,
The lads daily wander awa’, Sirs,
And leave their poor lasses at hame.
*(Ewe-bughts = sheep pens)

Not a plough in the land has been ganging,
The owsen hae stood in the sta’,
Nae flails in our barns hae been banging,
For mair than this towmond or twa.
Ilka Laird in the Highlands is rueing,
That he drove his poor tenants away,
For naething is seen here but ruin,
As the haughs are a’ lying in lay.

There’s gowd in the garters of Sandy,
And silk in his blue-bonnet lug,
And I’m not a kaerd nor a randy,
Nor a lass without blanket or rug;
Then why should he fight sae for riches,
Or seek for a sodger’s degree,
Or fling by his kilt for the breeches,
And leave the dear Ewe-Bughts and me?

 

 

 

   
Words by Robert Burns, music by Maggie MacInnes (MCPS & PRS) based on a traditional air    
     


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