<p><center><h1>Homage To My Scottish Lineage ~ The Waddell Clan</h1></center></p>
<p>There are 2 kinds of cultural music that make my back tingle and my eyes tear up. I think it's genetic. Blackfoot Native American songs and dances, and Gaelic music and dance.  I can do the Sword Dance!</p>
<p>Back before the industrial revolution art manifested within our everyday tasks. Everything we touched was made by our own hands. Our cloth was grown from our sheep and flax, harvested, worked and woven by our family and village. Everything we touched took time and hard work to fashion. No fast food, fast clothes, fast art, fast relationships. Time was very different back in the day before the mechanical clock and machines. </p>

Enjoy!

<p><center><a href= "https://spinditty.com/genres/Scottish-Gaelic-Folk-Songs-Sung-by-Julie-Fowlis">Nine Scottish Gaelic Folk Songs Sung by Julie Fowlis</a></center></p>

<p>https://youtu.be/9mac9HyMm0U</p>

<p><center><a href="http://performingarts.nd.edu/media/pdf/fowlis-lyrics.pdf">PDF of Lyrics Translated Into English</a></center></p>

<p>https://youtu.be/JOu0qORSDK0</p>

"A Ghaoil, Leig Dhachaigh Gum Mhathair Mi (Love, Let Me Home To My Mother)"

<p>A ghaoil, leig dhachaigh gum mhàthair mi;
A ghràidh, leig dhachaigh gum mhàthair mi;
A ghaoil, leig dhachaigh gum mhàthair mi -
An tòir chrodh-laoigh a thàine mi.</p>

<p>Gur ann a-raoir a chuala mi
Mo ghaol a bhith ri buachailleachd,
’S ged fhuair thu ’n iomall na buaile mi,
A ghaoil, leig dhachaigh mar fhuair thu mi.</p>

<p>’S mi dìreadh ris na gàrraidhean,
’S a’ teàrnadh ris na fàirichean,
Gun d’ thachair fleasgach bàigheil rium,
’S cha d’ dh’ fheuch e bonn ga chàirdeis rium.</p>

<p>Ged bheireadh tu crodh agus caoraich dhomh,
Ged bheireadh tu eachaibh air thaodaibh dhomh,
Ged bheireadh tu sin agus daoine dhomh,
A ghaoil, leig dhachaigh mar fhuair thu mi.</p>

<p>Trodaidh m’ athair ’s mo mhàthair riut,
Trodaidh mo chinneadh ’s mo chàirdean riut,
Ach marbhaidh mo thriùir bhràithrean thu</p>

<p>Mura tèid mi dhachaigh mar thàine mi.
Gheall mo mhàthair gùn thoirt dhomh,
Gheall i ribean a b’ ùire dhomh,
Is gheall i breacan ùr thoirt dhomh
Ma thèid mi dhachaigh mar fhuair thu mi.</p>

[Translation:]
<p>Love, let me home to my mother
Darling, let me home to my mother
Love, let me home to my mother
I only came for the cattle.</p>

<p>It was only last night
That I heard that my love was herding
And though you found me at the perimeter of the cattle fold
Love, let me home as you found me.</p>

<p>I was clambering up the dykes
And descending the ridges
When a friendly lad met me
And he did not enforce his friendship on me.</p>

<p>Though you were to give me cattle and sheep
Though you were to give me tethered horses
Though you were to give me that and men
Love, let me home as you found me.</p>

<p>My mother and father will chastise you
My clan and my relatives will chastise you
But my three brothers will kill you
If I don’t return home as I came.</p>

<p>My mother promised me a gown
Decorated with the newest of ribbons
And she promised me a new plaid
If I return home the way you found me.</p>

<p>https://youtu.be/otWXmEhYy6k</p>
Beating newly woven cloth song. The washing and beating of wool cloth makes it softer and thicker. But the smell was awful, to cure the cloth it was soaked in urine first ....🤢
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