[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm/Trad.]
Who will sing o’ the guising
When bairnies blether to the auld yins?
Who will sing o’ the Greylag
Who tak their leave when the leaves turn?
Who will sing in oor language
That you love your brother in
That you tell you story in?
[Trad lyrics] As I cam in by dunideer, an’ roon by Nether Ha
There were fifty thoosan’ hielan’ men marchin tae Harlaw
Wi a diddyayeoh and a fal and the doe, and a diddyayeohayeae
[Trad lyrics] Ally Bally, ally bally bee
Sittin’ on yer mammy’s knee
Greetin’ for a wee bawbee
Tae buy some coulter’s candy
(Martyn Bennett/Lizzie Higgins/Trad) What a voice, what a voice
What a voice I hear
It’s like the voice of my Willie dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I would clasp in the erms
Of my billy boy
These are the sounds, the songs
I drank up as a wee one
Drunk on milk and auld Scots song
I slept and cried and wailed along
My folkmosis had begun
Drinking from the breast
With wee ears pressed
To songs that rumbled through my mother’s chest
These are my sounds, my beats, my rhythms
And as certain as the rising sun
My folkmosis had begun