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The Welcome Companion

by Dick Hensold & Patsy O'Brien

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    Traditional Celtic Songs and tunes for Northumbrian smallpipes and other instruments. This album is half songs and half instrumentals.
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Braes of Balquhidder Let us go, lassie, go Tae the braes of Balquhidder Where the blueberries grow All along the Highland heather Where the deer and the rae Lichtly bounding together Sport the long summer days On the braes of Balquhidder I will twine thee a bower Near yon clear and silver fountain And I'll cover it o'er Wi' the flooers of the mountain I will range through the wilds And the deep glens sae dreary And return with their spoils To the bower of my dearie When the rude and wintry wind Idly rail around our dwellin' And the roarin’ of the linn On the nicht breeze is swellin' So merrily we'll sing As the storm rages o'er us 'Til the dear shielin' ring Wi' the licht liltin' chorus Now the summer’s in it’s prime And the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme All the moorland's perfumin' To our dear and native scenes Let us journey together Where glad innocence reigns On the braes o' Balquhidder
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When a Man's in Love, Hugh McWilliams, the weaver poet (d.1831) When a man's in love he’ll feel no cold Like me not long ago Like a hero bold to see his girl He'll plough through frost and snow And the moon did gently shed her light Along my weary way Until I came to that fine spot Where all my treasure lay. And I rapped three times on the window saying My darlin’, are you within? And slowly she undid the latch And slyly I slipped in. And her hand was soft, her breath it was sweet And her tongue it did gently glide I stole a kiss, it was no miss And I asked her to be my bride. O, Take me to your chamber love, Take me to your bed Take me to your chamber love And I’ll rest my weary head. Well, to take you to my chamber love My parents they won’t agree But sit you down by yon bright fire And I'll lie close to thee. Well, many's the night that I've courted you Against your father's will You have never said that you'd be my bride So now I say, sit still Tonight I’m bound across the seas To far Columbia's shore And you will never ever see Your youthful love no more Many's the dark and stormy night I came to visit you Whether tossed about by the cold winter winds Or wet by the morning dew But tonight our courtship’s at an end Between my love and me So fare thee well my favorite girl A long farewell to thee Oh are you going away, my love? Oh pray what will I do? I’ll break through every bond of love To go along with you. And my parents, they might well forget But surely they'll forgive For from this hour I am resolved Along with you to live. This talk of going away my love Oh, how it breaks my heart Come and let us married be Before we have to part Then with a kiss, the ring it was closed And the wedding it's put on From courtship's cares they are released The two are joined as one.
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The Hexhamshire Lass Hey for the buff and the blue, Hey for the cap and the feather; Hey for the bonnie lass true, That lives in Hexhamshire. Chorus: Through by the Saiby Syke, Over the moss and the mire, I’ll go to see my lass, That lives in Hexhamshire. Her father loves her well, Her mother loves her better; I love the lass mysel’, But the devil I can’t get at her. O, this love, this love, of this love I’m weary; Sleep I cannot get for thinking of my dearie My heart is like to break, My bosom it’s on fire, So well I love this lass That lives in Hexhamshire. Her petticoat’s of silk, And all wrapped round with siller, Her shoes are tied with tape; She’ll wait till I get to her. Were I where I would be, I would be beside her, But here awhile I will stay, No matter what betide her. Hey for the thick and the thin, Hey for the muck and the mire, Hey for the bonnie lass true, That lives in Hexhamshire.
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O Lady, for Thy Constancie O lady, for thy constancie, A faithfull servand sall I be, Thyn honour to defend; And I will surelie, for they saik, Just as the turtle for his maik, Love to my lyfis end. No pene or travell, feir nor dreid, Sall caus me to desist. And, ay as ye this letter reid, Remember hou we kist; Embracing, enlacing, In other teiris sueet. Sik blissing in kissing I quyt till we tua meit. Albeit my body be absent, My hairt remains vigilent To do your service true; Until I hant into the place Quhair I am wont to sie that face, My dolour do reneu. Then all my plesur is bot pane, My cairis they do incres; Vntill I sie thy face agane, I live in hevynes. In sleeping, still weeping, These nichts I ouerdryve; In murning, still turning, In thoghtis so pensityve.
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Jock Hawk 03:28
Jock Hawk To Glasga toon I went ae nicht to spend my penny fee, And a bonnie lass did soon consent to bear my company, I said I was a ploughman lad and a stranger to this toon, She said: "That needn’t hinder ye to jog it up and doon." So we happened on Jamaica Street down by the Broomielaw, And the organ lads played rich and sweet, the fiddlers ane or twa. And as we walked into the crowd I could hear the people say, “There goes Jock Hawk, he has a miss but he’ll repent the day”. So we ga’ed into a tavern then and I ca'd out for gin, And the lads and lassies all looked round, and smiled as we cam' in. The sailor lads all shook my hand, a welcome right and free And ilka toast that ere they gave was the bonnie young lass and me. Now the spree went on wi' mirth and sang till daylight did appear, And the bosun of the ship stood up and said, "Lads on deck appear!" The lassies gave a parting kiss, the lads all said goodbye, The hindmost ane as he went oot said: "Jock, you've a' to pay." Now my heart went down into my boots as he went out the door, And the landlord took ahold of me, said, “lad now, pay your score”. I reached my hand into my pouch, laid all my money down, And I kenn’d it wisnae near enough by the way that he did frown. And he took from me my watch and chain, my spleuchan and my knife, It’s a wonder that he didna take my wee bit spunk o' life. He took from me my Sunday Coat, my waistcoat and my shin, And as for my hat, I ne’er seen that since I first ca’d out for gin. So come a’ ye brisky young ploughman lads and a warning take from me, And ne’er go down to Glasgow town to spend your penny fee, For when I got out of that auld place sae naked and sae bare, I’ll ne’er gae down to Glesca town to spend the spree nae mair.
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Lass of Glencoe As I went a-walkin’ one evening in June, All the birds in the bushes were singin’ their tune, And a lovely wee lassie to me did appear, The fairest of maidens I ever had seen. Said I, “Lovely lassie, you have a sweet smile, And your braw, comely features my heart doth beguile, And if your affections on me you’ll bestow, I will bless this fine hour that we met in Glencoe”. “Young man,” she gave answer, “your suit I disdain, For I once had a sweetheart – MacDonald’s his name – He is gone to the wars now, ten years ago, But he promised one day to return to Glencoe”. “Perhaps your MacDonald regards not your name, But has placed his affections in some other one, He may not remember for all that you know The fairest young maiden that he left in Glencoe”. “O MacDonald would ne’er from his promise depart, For truth, love and honour reside in his heart, And if he ne’er returns then a maid I will go, But he’s promised one day to return to Glencoe”. And proving her constant, I pulled out a glove, Which at our last parting was a token of love. She fell into my arms and she wouldn’t let go, For she knew her MacDonald had returned to Glencoe. So be ye a hero, or some nobleman, Who has placed his affections in some other one, And the red clouds of war in the distance may glow, But we’ll stay here content at the pass of Glencoe.
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This is the first album of the Dick & Patsy duo! You will be surprised at the variety of both the sounds and styles on an album featuring only two musicians playing mainly Celtic music. Half the CD is tunes, the other half songs, with Dick playing Northumbrian smallpipes (a quiet bagpipe from Northeast England), reel pipes, and various whistles, and Patsy on guitar and vocals. The songs are from Britain and Ireland, and the tunes from Cape Breton Island, Scotland, Ireland and Northumberland, with a good measure of original music in the traditional style.

“What I love about Dick and Patsy’s duo is that their music deeply satisfies both the die-hard lover of traditional music, and those with little experience of this kind of music. Virtuosity, wit, and great stage chemistry will do that.” -Kevin Carr

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released April 16, 2022

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Dick Hensold Saint Paul, Minnesota

“What I love about Dick and Patsy’s duo is that their music deeply satisfies both the die-hard lover of traditional music, and those with little experience of this kind of music. Virtuosity, wit, and great stage chemistry will do that.” — Kevin Carr

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