Singer: The Laird Bosie McScutta of Bowlaynee
One of my favorite songs in the Redwall series, with an intriguing score of accordion, bass, hand drum, mandolin and possibly a violin, all about the courting rituals of a hare (three guesses what his heart REALLY falls for!)
Quote from Doomwyte: "The lyrics were hard to understand, being in the Highland dialect." So on that note, I've decided to take the hint from Brian Jacques and include lyrics exactly as they appear in the book. Sae sing alung wi' yer best Highland accents, lads an' lassies!
A braw wee beastie tramped o'er the hill, Red Jemmie was his name sir, tae pay some court tae a bonny young maid who dwelt hard by the burn there. Sae skirl the pipes and rosin mah bow And Ah'll sing all the day, is the wit, the heart or the belly tae rule? Ah canna truly say.
Bold Jem he came tae the wee lassie's door, "Are ye within, mah darlin'?" She yelled, "Awa' ye roguey scamp, how dare ye come a-callin'." Well skirl the pipes an' rosin mah bow, och, are ye afear't tae play? Does a girlie's nay mean yea mayhap, Or does her yae mean nae?
She's barred the door on puir young Jem, she's spinnin' by the fire. an' left him langin' in the cauld, far frae his heart's desire. So skirl mah pipes an' rosin mah bow, 'tis aye mah golden rule that Ah will sing an' dance an' woo, but Ah'll be naebeast's fool!
Now Ah'm awa' tae mah wee bit hame havin' suffered enough ill will, an' Ah've commandeered yore mammy's pie frae off yon windowsill. Aye, skirl the pipes an' rosin mah bow, Ah'll relish every bit. for 'tis many the maid may rule mah heart, but mah belly commands mah wit!
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