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Hello, I'm delighted you can be with us | 0:19:18 | 0:19:21 | |
to enjoy this concert of poetry, music and song, | 0:19:21 | 0:19:24 | |
as we celebrate the life and work of Robert Burns. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:28 | |
The Ulster Orchestra is taking centre stage this evening, | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
and among those appearing with them are... | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties... # | 0:19:34 | 0:19:37 | |
..Scots singer Emily Smith... | 0:19:37 | 0:19:39 | |
..the Field Marshal Montgomery Pipe Band... | 0:19:41 | 0:19:44 | |
# Will we never meet... # | 0:19:44 | 0:19:46 | |
..singing duo Sylvia Burnside and Alan McBride... | 0:19:46 | 0:19:50 | |
..Jamie McClennan... | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
..and the Markethill Dancers. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:58 | |
Welcome to... | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, | 0:22:08 | 0:22:09 | |
she is regarded as one of the finest interpreters of traditional song | 0:22:09 | 0:22:15 | |
in these islands, so please give her a very warm Ulster welcome - | 0:22:15 | 0:22:19 | |
it's Scotland's Emily Smith. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:22 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
# Ooh, ooh, ooh | 0:22:38 | 0:22:45 | |
# I once was a maid though I canna mind when | 0:22:47 | 0:22:51 | |
# Still my delight is in proper young men | 0:22:51 | 0:22:55 | |
# Some one of a troop of dragoons was my daddy | 0:22:55 | 0:23:00 | |
# Nae wonder I'm fond o' a young soldier laddie | 0:23:00 | 0:23:07 | |
# Singing fa, la, la, la | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:23:09 | 0:23:13 | |
# The first o' my loves was a swaggering blade | 0:23:16 | 0:23:20 | |
# To rattle the thundering drum was his trade | 0:23:20 | 0:23:25 | |
# His leg was sae tight and his cheek was sae ruddy | 0:23:25 | 0:23:30 | |
# Transported I was wi' my soldier laddie | 0:23:30 | 0:23:36 | |
# Singing fa, la, la, la | 0:23:36 | 0:23:39 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:23:39 | 0:23:43 | |
# But the godly old chaplain left him in the lurch | 0:23:49 | 0:23:53 | |
# So the sword I forsook for the sake o' the church | 0:23:53 | 0:23:57 | |
# He ventured the soul and I risked the body | 0:23:57 | 0:24:02 | |
# 'Twas then I proved false to my young soldier laddie | 0:24:02 | 0:24:08 | |
# Singing fa, la, la, la | 0:24:08 | 0:24:11 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:24:11 | 0:24:15 | |
# Full soon I grew sick o' my sanctified thoughts | 0:24:18 | 0:24:22 | |
# The regiment at large for a husband I got | 0:24:22 | 0:24:26 | |
# From the gilded spontoon to the fife I was ready | 0:24:26 | 0:24:32 | |
# I asked for nae mair than a young soldier laddie | 0:24:32 | 0:24:38 | |
# Oh, laddie | 0:24:40 | 0:24:44 | |
# Oh, laddie | 0:24:44 | 0:24:48 | |
# But the peace it reduced me to beg in despair | 0:24:55 | 0:24:59 | |
# Till I met my old boy at a Cunningham fair | 0:24:59 | 0:25:03 | |
# His rags regimental they fluttered sae gaudy | 0:25:03 | 0:25:09 | |
# Oh, my heart, it rejoiced at my soldier laddie | 0:25:09 | 0:25:15 | |
# Sing fa, la, la, la | 0:25:15 | 0:25:17 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:25:17 | 0:25:21 | |
# And noo I hae lived and I know not how long | 0:25:24 | 0:25:28 | |
# Still I can join in a cup and a song | 0:25:28 | 0:25:32 | |
# And while with both hands I can hold the glass steady | 0:25:32 | 0:25:38 | |
# Here's to you, my love | 0:25:38 | 0:25:40 | |
# My ain soldier laddie | 0:25:40 | 0:25:45 | |
# Sing fa, la, la, la | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:25:49 | 0:25:53 | |
# Sing fa, la, la, la | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
# La, la, la, la, laddie | 0:25:58 | 0:26:02 | |
# Oh, laddie | 0:26:04 | 0:26:08 | |
# Oh, laddie | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
# Ooh, ooh | 0:26:11 | 0:26:15 | |
# Ooh, ooh | 0:26:15 | 0:26:16 | |
# Oh, laddie... # | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
SHE VOCALISES | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
# Oh, laddie | 0:26:25 | 0:26:28 | |
# Ooh, ooh, ooh. # | 0:26:32 | 0:26:37 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:26:39 | 0:26:41 | |
Emily, you're from the same part of the world as Burns - | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
Dumfries and Galloway. | 0:26:48 | 0:26:49 | |
Do you feel a connection? | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
Yeah, definitely. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:52 | |
I mean, as a child, we had a lot of Burns in school, | 0:26:52 | 0:26:56 | |
we learnt his poetry, we sang the songs, | 0:26:56 | 0:26:59 | |
you could enter competitions within the school, that kind of thing, | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
so you almost were a wee bit sickened of him | 0:27:01 | 0:27:04 | |
by the time you left primary school, | 0:27:04 | 0:27:06 | |
and me starting a career in traditional music, | 0:27:06 | 0:27:09 | |
the first songs that I learnt, | 0:27:09 | 0:27:10 | |
I ran as far away as I could from Burns' material - | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
I looked older, pre-Burns, or just something different, | 0:27:13 | 0:27:16 | |
different subject matter. | 0:27:16 | 0:27:18 | |
However, I'm born and brought up in Dumfries and Galloway, | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
and as an adult, and having moved back to live there, | 0:27:21 | 0:27:24 | |
I love the connection that I have with him, | 0:27:24 | 0:27:25 | |
I love that I grew up looking at the same landscapes that he travelled, | 0:27:25 | 0:27:29 | |
on his jobs as a tax collector, | 0:27:29 | 0:27:32 | |
I've been to visit Ellisland Farm just recently - | 0:27:32 | 0:27:35 | |
and it's just magical to sense he's still there in spirit, | 0:27:35 | 0:27:39 | |
and I think it's amazing how his legacy lives on. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
# Lang hae we pairted been | 0:27:45 | 0:27:50 | |
# Lassie, my dearie | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
# Noo here we are all met again | 0:27:54 | 0:27:59 | |
# Lassie lie near me | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
# Near me, oh, near me | 0:28:03 | 0:28:08 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
# Lang hae you lain your lane | 0:28:13 | 0:28:17 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:28:17 | 0:28:22 | |
# Oh, all the things that I hae endured | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
# Lassie, my dearie | 0:28:31 | 0:28:36 | |
# Here in you arms, oh, all is cured | 0:28:36 | 0:28:41 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:28:41 | 0:28:45 | |
# Near me, oh, near me | 0:28:45 | 0:28:50 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:28:50 | 0:28:54 | |
# Lang hae you lain your lane | 0:28:54 | 0:28:59 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:28:59 | 0:29:03 | |
# Oh, aa the days that I've been away | 0:29:09 | 0:29:13 | |
# Lassie, my dearie | 0:29:13 | 0:29:17 | |
# I thoucht on you and oor bairns at play | 0:29:17 | 0:29:22 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:29:22 | 0:29:27 | |
# Near me, oh, near me | 0:29:28 | 0:29:33 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:29:33 | 0:29:37 | |
# Lang hae you lain your lane | 0:29:37 | 0:29:42 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:29:42 | 0:29:46 | |
# And in the morning will come the sun | 0:29:52 | 0:29:56 | |
# Lassie, my dearie | 0:29:56 | 0:30:01 | |
# Until that hour let us hae oor fun | 0:30:01 | 0:30:06 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:30:06 | 0:30:11 | |
# Near me, oh, near me | 0:30:11 | 0:30:15 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:30:15 | 0:30:20 | |
# Lang hae you lain your lane | 0:30:20 | 0:30:25 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:30:25 | 0:30:29 | |
# Oh, near me, oh, near me | 0:30:29 | 0:30:35 | |
# Lassie, lie near me | 0:30:35 | 0:30:40 | |
# Lang hae you lain your lane | 0:30:40 | 0:30:44 | |
# Oh, lassie lie near me | 0:30:44 | 0:30:50 | |
# Lassie, lie near me. # | 0:30:50 | 0:30:54 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:31:11 | 0:31:14 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage Mr Robert Burns. | 0:31:19 | 0:31:25 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:31:25 | 0:31:27 | |
"It is a well-known historical fact | 0:31:31 | 0:31:34 | |
"that a great portion of the people of Ulster | 0:31:34 | 0:31:37 | |
"are descended from Scottish settlers. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:40 | |
"From the circumstances of our Scottish descent, | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
"we can appreciate the character | 0:31:43 | 0:31:45 | |
"and admire the genius and poetry of Burns | 0:31:45 | 0:31:49 | |
"almost as much as the natives of Scotland." | 0:31:49 | 0:31:53 | |
Do you know who wrote that? | 0:31:55 | 0:31:58 | |
No less than the Mayor of Belfast in 1844. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:03 | |
Now, he was clearly a man of very good judgment. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
"The genius and poetry of Burns." | 0:32:09 | 0:32:12 | |
I like that. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
It's wonderful to be here in Belfast | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
for a celebration of my life and birthday - | 0:32:18 | 0:32:21 | |
especially as, this year, the celebration is on the 21st, | 0:32:21 | 0:32:25 | |
which means I can hae a pairty here in Belfast tonight, | 0:32:25 | 0:32:29 | |
and yin in Scotland next weekend. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:33 | |
As you may have heard, I do enjoy a guid pairty. | 0:32:33 | 0:32:37 | |
Hm! | 0:32:37 | 0:32:38 | |
Historical records don't say whether I ever visited Belfast, | 0:32:38 | 0:32:43 | |
but given there's many a nicht I canna quite remember... | 0:32:43 | 0:32:48 | |
there's every possibility. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:50 | |
I do have many connections wi' Belfast, though. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:55 | |
Belfast, in 1787, | 0:32:55 | 0:32:58 | |
saw the first published editions of my works outside of Scotland. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:03 | |
This was printed after the Belfast News Letter | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
published a selection of my poetry a year earlier | 0:33:08 | 0:33:11 | |
under the pen name of The Ayrshire Ploughman. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:15 | |
A hundred years after my birth, in 1859, | 0:33:15 | 0:33:20 | |
a great celebration took place here in Belfast at the Corn Exchange. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:24 | |
My granddaughter Eliza and her daughter Martha | 0:33:25 | 0:33:29 | |
were the honoured guests. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
It was nae accident that the people of Belfast and Ulster | 0:33:32 | 0:33:36 | |
took me to their hearts - | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
for the people of Ulster and the people of Scotland are kith and kin. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:43 | |
In 1960, another Irish paper, The Irish News, | 0:33:44 | 0:33:51 | |
published this poem. | 0:33:51 | 0:33:54 | |
"'Nights with Burns are all the fashion,' | 0:33:54 | 0:33:58 | |
"Said the host, 'our Province o'er | 0:33:58 | 0:34:02 | |
"'Bonnie Scotland is our passion | 0:34:02 | 0:34:05 | |
"'Ulster Scots we, to the core.'" | 0:34:05 | 0:34:09 | |
Hm. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:10 | |
Nearly 60 years later, I, Robert Burns, | 0:34:10 | 0:34:16 | |
am pleased to see that you still have the passion... | 0:34:16 | 0:34:20 | |
and I'm delighted to see that I'm still.. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:24 | |
very much in fashion. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:37:53 | 0:37:55 | |
Sylvia and Alan, you'll be singing a beautiful song for us this evening - | 0:38:04 | 0:38:07 | |
Fare Thee Well Love. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:09 | |
It comes from Nova Scotia and The Rankin Family. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
You're both solo singers - | 0:38:12 | 0:38:13 | |
but what is it about singing together in a duet | 0:38:13 | 0:38:17 | |
that makes it so special? | 0:38:17 | 0:38:18 | |
-We have a good rapport, you know? -Yeah. -And that means an awful lot. | 0:38:18 | 0:38:21 | |
And it's a shared experience, you know? | 0:38:21 | 0:38:25 | |
-Isn't that right? -Yeah. | 0:38:25 | 0:38:26 | |
It takes some of the weight of a performance off just an individual, | 0:38:26 | 0:38:31 | |
and you get to kind of spread it across so that it becomes shared. | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
This particular song from The Rankin Family | 0:38:35 | 0:38:37 | |
was sang by a brother and sister, | 0:38:37 | 0:38:39 | |
and my sister Violet and I used to sing together years ago, | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
until she was involved with the Great Britain ladies' hockey team, | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
so she had to commit her time to training for the Olympics, | 0:38:45 | 0:38:48 | |
and I started singing by myself, and that's where it continued - | 0:38:48 | 0:38:51 | |
but this song takes me back to those days when, as a family, | 0:38:51 | 0:38:54 | |
we'd sit around the fire and sing and play music. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:57 | |
We were speaking earlier about how, you know, in life | 0:38:57 | 0:39:00 | |
you'll meet with numerous goodbyes - different kinds of goodbyes - | 0:39:00 | 0:39:03 | |
and some will have a more superficial, temporary level, | 0:39:03 | 0:39:07 | |
and some will be a wee bit deeper, and then, of course, | 0:39:07 | 0:39:10 | |
there's the final goodbye, | 0:39:10 | 0:39:11 | |
and this song - it could be any of those, really, couldn't it? | 0:39:11 | 0:39:15 | |
Because it just says, "Look," | 0:39:15 | 0:39:16 | |
you know, "I'll drink to you, I'll sing songs about you, | 0:39:16 | 0:39:19 | |
"but at the end of the day, | 0:39:19 | 0:39:20 | |
"I'll always be with you if you just have my heart." | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
# Fare thee well, love | 0:39:24 | 0:39:27 | |
# Fare thee well, love | 0:39:28 | 0:39:33 | |
# Far away | 0:39:33 | 0:39:36 | |
# You must go | 0:39:37 | 0:39:42 | |
# Take your heart, love | 0:39:42 | 0:39:46 | |
# Take your heart, love | 0:39:47 | 0:39:51 | |
# Will we never meet | 0:39:51 | 0:39:55 | |
# Again no more? | 0:39:55 | 0:40:01 | |
# Far across, love | 0:40:01 | 0:40:06 | |
# Far across, love | 0:40:06 | 0:40:11 | |
# O'er the mountains | 0:40:11 | 0:40:15 | |
# And country wide | 0:40:15 | 0:40:20 | |
# Take my heart, love | 0:40:20 | 0:40:23 | |
# Take my heart, love | 0:40:24 | 0:40:29 | |
# Will we never meet | 0:40:29 | 0:40:33 | |
# Again no more? | 0:40:33 | 0:40:38 | |
BOTH: # So I'll drink today, love | 0:40:38 | 0:40:42 | |
# I'll sing to you, love | 0:40:42 | 0:40:47 | |
# In pauper's glory | 0:40:47 | 0:40:51 | |
# My time I'll bide | 0:40:51 | 0:40:56 | |
# No home or ties, love | 0:40:56 | 0:41:00 | |
# A restless rover | 0:41:00 | 0:41:05 | |
# If I can't have you | 0:41:05 | 0:41:10 | |
# By my side | 0:41:10 | 0:41:14 | |
# Oh, come back, love | 0:41:14 | 0:41:18 | |
# Oh, come back, love | 0:41:18 | 0:41:23 | |
# The sun and moon | 0:41:23 | 0:41:27 | |
# Refuse to shine | 0:41:27 | 0:41:32 | |
# And since I've gone, love | 0:41:32 | 0:41:35 | |
# Gone away, love | 0:41:36 | 0:41:40 | |
# This lonely girl's had | 0:41:40 | 0:41:45 | |
# No peace of mind | 0:41:45 | 0:41:49 | |
BOTH: # So I'll drink today, love | 0:41:49 | 0:41:54 | |
# I'll sing to you, love | 0:41:54 | 0:41:58 | |
# In pauper's glory | 0:41:58 | 0:42:02 | |
# My time I'll bide | 0:42:02 | 0:42:06 | |
# No home or ties, love | 0:42:06 | 0:42:11 | |
# A restless rover | 0:42:11 | 0:42:15 | |
# If I can't have you | 0:42:15 | 0:42:19 | |
# By my side | 0:42:19 | 0:42:24 | |
-# Fare thee well, love -Fare thee well | 0:42:24 | 0:42:28 | |
-# Fare thee well, love -Fare thee well | 0:42:28 | 0:42:33 | |
-# Far away -Far away | 0:42:33 | 0:42:37 | |
-# You must go -You must go | 0:42:37 | 0:42:41 | |
-# Take my heart, love -Take my heart | 0:42:41 | 0:42:46 | |
-# Take your heart, love -Take my heart | 0:42:46 | 0:42:50 | |
# Will we never meet | 0:42:50 | 0:42:55 | |
# Again no more? | 0:42:55 | 0:42:59 | |
# Where we'll never meet | 0:42:59 | 0:43:04 | |
# Again no more. # | 0:43:04 | 0:43:10 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:43:13 | 0:43:17 | |
Jamie, sounds very Scottish, but actually, | 0:43:21 | 0:43:23 | |
you're a very long way from your native home. | 0:43:23 | 0:43:26 | |
I am, I'm from New Zealand originally. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:28 | |
Came over about 20 years ago, close to. | 0:43:28 | 0:43:30 | |
That's why I've got quite a strong Scottish accent now, | 0:43:30 | 0:43:33 | |
you'll probably pick up on(!) | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
We're seeing you on stage tonight playing the fiddle and the guitar, | 0:43:35 | 0:43:39 | |
but you first started with the fiddle. | 0:43:39 | 0:43:42 | |
Why was that? | 0:43:42 | 0:43:43 | |
Well, fortunately, cos my dad had a folk club | 0:43:43 | 0:43:45 | |
and they helped run a folk festival, | 0:43:45 | 0:43:48 | |
we used to get people come and stay with us | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
and one was this fiddle player from Canada called Leo Ready | 0:43:50 | 0:43:53 | |
who used to come and play | 0:43:53 | 0:43:54 | |
and he used to play this one tune, The Four Poster Bed, | 0:43:54 | 0:43:56 | |
and you hit the fiddle with the bow four times | 0:43:56 | 0:43:59 | |
to show the four posts of the bed | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
and I just remember sitting there as a six-year-old going, "What?! | 0:44:01 | 0:44:05 | |
"How's he not breaking that?! | 0:44:05 | 0:44:07 | |
"I need to do that," so that totally inspired me. | 0:44:07 | 0:44:10 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:46:58 | 0:47:00 | |
While Roving On A Winter's Night, | 0:47:06 | 0:47:08 | |
how did you first come across that song? | 0:47:08 | 0:47:10 | |
Well, that was a few years ago. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:11 | |
I was over here in Northern Ireland | 0:47:11 | 0:47:14 | |
to do some songs | 0:47:14 | 0:47:15 | |
for The Santer Sessions, a TV show, | 0:47:15 | 0:47:17 | |
and it was while we were here I heard a great American singer | 0:47:17 | 0:47:22 | |
and fiddle player called Lauren Rioux | 0:47:22 | 0:47:24 | |
and she sang the song on that episode | 0:47:24 | 0:47:26 | |
and when I listened to the lyrics, | 0:47:26 | 0:47:28 | |
I noticed that it was very close | 0:47:28 | 0:47:30 | |
to Burns' My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose, the story of it, | 0:47:30 | 0:47:32 | |
so it's almost like a song that had travelled over to the States | 0:47:32 | 0:47:35 | |
and it had come back again | 0:47:35 | 0:47:37 | |
and I decided to learn it. | 0:47:37 | 0:47:38 | |
# While roving on a winter's night | 0:47:47 | 0:47:53 | |
# And drinking that good old wine | 0:47:53 | 0:47:57 | |
# Thinking about my own true love | 0:47:57 | 0:48:01 | |
# That broke this heart of mine | 0:48:01 | 0:48:06 | |
# She is just like the bud of a rose | 0:48:14 | 0:48:19 | |
# That blooms in the month of June | 0:48:19 | 0:48:22 | |
# She's like some musical instrument | 0:48:22 | 0:48:27 | |
# That has been lately tuned | 0:48:27 | 0:48:31 | |
# Perhaps a trip to some foreign land | 0:48:31 | 0:48:36 | |
# Over to France or Spain | 0:48:36 | 0:48:39 | |
# But if I go 10,000 miles | 0:48:39 | 0:48:44 | |
# I'm coming home again | 0:48:44 | 0:48:48 | |
# And who's going to shoe your pretty little feet? | 0:49:05 | 0:49:10 | |
# Who's going to glove your hands? | 0:49:10 | 0:49:13 | |
# Who's going to kiss your sweet, sweet lips | 0:49:13 | 0:49:18 | |
# Who's going to be your man? | 0:49:18 | 0:49:22 | |
# Well, I'll love you till the seas run dry | 0:49:22 | 0:49:26 | |
# And the rocks all melt in the sun | 0:49:26 | 0:49:30 | |
# I'll love you till the day I die | 0:49:30 | 0:49:35 | |
# Though you'll never be my own | 0:49:35 | 0:49:38 | |
# While roving on a winter's night | 0:49:46 | 0:49:51 | |
# And drinking that good old wine | 0:49:51 | 0:49:55 | |
# Thinking about my own true love | 0:49:55 | 0:49:59 | |
# That broke this heart of mine | 0:49:59 | 0:50:03 | |
# Thinking about my own true love | 0:50:03 | 0:50:08 | |
# That broke this heart of mine. # | 0:50:08 | 0:50:12 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:50:33 | 0:50:36 | |
Richard, you have amassed with Field Marshal Montgomery | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
so many trophies and 11 World Championship wins. | 0:50:40 | 0:50:44 | |
Do you ever sit back and think, "Whoa, how did I do this?" | 0:50:44 | 0:50:48 | |
Absolutely. When I started off, | 0:50:48 | 0:50:50 | |
I had a number of heroes in the pipe band world and one of them | 0:50:50 | 0:50:53 | |
would have been Pipe Major Ian McLellan from the Strathclyde Police | 0:50:53 | 0:50:57 | |
who won 12 World Championships and for me now to be one behind him | 0:50:57 | 0:51:00 | |
is just absolutely unbelievable. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:02 | |
To win it once for me was a dream come true, but to win it 11 times | 0:51:02 | 0:51:05 | |
is just an unbelievable experience when I sit back and look at it. | 0:51:05 | 0:51:08 | |
What do you think is the continuing appeal | 0:51:08 | 0:51:11 | |
of this international culture? | 0:51:11 | 0:51:13 | |
I think it's the music. | 0:51:14 | 0:51:16 | |
It's down to the music that's played by all the pipe bands, | 0:51:16 | 0:51:20 | |
traditional music played, | 0:51:20 | 0:51:21 | |
new compositions played, certainly at a top level, | 0:51:21 | 0:51:24 | |
cos everybody else takes their key to what to play from the top bands | 0:51:24 | 0:51:29 | |
and I think it's down to the standard of the music | 0:51:29 | 0:51:31 | |
that's being played. | 0:51:31 | 0:51:32 | |
And what music have you in store for us this evening? | 0:51:32 | 0:51:36 | |
Well, one of the sets that we're playing tonight starts off with | 0:51:36 | 0:51:40 | |
a slow air which we got from Brittany, it's called La Baum, | 0:51:40 | 0:51:43 | |
and then we're going into a traditional Scottish jig | 0:51:43 | 0:51:47 | |
written by Gordon Walker called The Fiddler's Rally. | 0:51:47 | 0:51:50 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:55:41 | 0:55:43 | |
Now, Robert Burns, we know he was a spontaneous man. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:56 | |
He was direct and he was sincere. He was also a true egalitarian. | 0:55:56 | 0:56:03 | |
His powerful song A Man's A Man For A' That | 0:56:03 | 0:56:07 | |
remains a potent rallying call against social and class inequality. | 0:56:07 | 0:56:13 | |
The sentiments it expresses are universal - | 0:56:13 | 0:56:16 | |
wealth, or lack of it, | 0:56:16 | 0:56:18 | |
and social class shouldn't be the measure of the man. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:23 | |
A man's character is his true pride o' worth | 0:56:23 | 0:56:27 | |
and, "The honest man, tho e'er sae poor | 0:56:27 | 0:56:31 | |
"Is king o' men for a' that." | 0:56:31 | 0:56:34 | |
Let us reflect on these words as we welcome to the stage | 0:56:34 | 0:56:39 | |
Robert Burns for the Address To The Haggis. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:43 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:56:45 | 0:56:47 | |
Thank you. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
Good evening. | 0:56:58 | 0:56:59 | |
Allow me to mair informally introduce myself. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:03 | |
I am the poet Robert Burns. | 0:57:03 | 0:57:06 | |
GUFFAW FROM AUDIENCE, LAUGHTER | 0:57:06 | 0:57:08 | |
Indeed. | 0:57:08 | 0:57:10 | |
In 1787, on a visit tae Edinburgh, | 0:57:10 | 0:57:14 | |
I was first introduced tae what is now Scotland's national dish, | 0:57:14 | 0:57:18 | |
the haggis. | 0:57:18 | 0:57:20 | |
-So taken was I with the wonderful aroma... -HE SNIFFS | 0:57:20 | 0:57:24 | |
..and fabulous taste | 0:57:24 | 0:57:26 | |
that I wrote my ain poem of thanks, | 0:57:26 | 0:57:29 | |
which I'd like to perform for you now, | 0:57:29 | 0:57:32 | |
my Address Tae The Haggis. | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
Ho-ho! | 0:57:36 | 0:57:38 | |
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face | 0:57:38 | 0:57:42 | |
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! | 0:57:42 | 0:57:45 | |
Aboon them a' ye tak your place | 0:57:45 | 0:57:47 | |
Painch, tripe, or thairm | 0:57:47 | 0:57:50 | |
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace | 0:57:50 | 0:57:52 | |
As lang's my airm | 0:57:52 | 0:57:55 | |
The groaning trencher there ye fill | 0:57:55 | 0:57:58 | |
Your hurdies like a distant hill | 0:57:58 | 0:58:01 | |
Your pin wad help to mend a mill | 0:58:01 | 0:58:03 | |
In time o' need | 0:58:03 | 0:58:05 | |
While thro your pores the dews distil... | 0:58:05 | 0:58:07 | |
Mmm. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:10 | |
..like amber bead. Ho! | 0:58:10 | 0:58:13 | |
His knife see rustic labour dight | 0:58:13 | 0:58:17 | |
An' cut you up wi ready slight | 0:58:17 | 0:58:20 | |
Trenching your gushing entrails bright | 0:58:20 | 0:58:22 | |
Like onie ditch | 0:58:22 | 0:58:24 | |
And then, O what a glorious sight | 0:58:24 | 0:58:27 | |
-Warm-reekin'... -HE SNIFFS | 0:58:27 | 0:58:29 | |
..rich | 0:58:29 | 0:58:30 | |
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive | 0:58:30 | 0:58:33 | |
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive | 0:58:33 | 0:58:37 | |
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve | 0:58:37 | 0:58:41 | |
Are bent like drums | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive... | 0:58:43 | 0:58:47 | |
HE BLOWS RASPBERRY, LAUGHTER | 0:58:47 | 0:58:50 | |
.."Bethankit" hums | 0:58:50 | 0:58:52 | |
Is there that owre his French ragout | 0:58:52 | 0:58:56 | |
Or olio that wad staw a sow | 0:58:56 | 0:58:58 | |
Or fricassee wad mak ye spew | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
Wi perfect scunner | 0:59:01 | 0:59:03 | |
Looks doon... | 0:59:03 | 0:59:04 | |
"Oh! Non, merci!" | 0:59:04 | 0:59:07 | |
..wi sneering, scornfu' view | 0:59:07 | 0:59:11 | |
On sic a dinner? Huh! | 0:59:11 | 0:59:14 | |
Poor devil! See him owre his trash | 0:59:14 | 0:59:17 | |
As feckless as a wither'd rash | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
His nieve a nit | 0:59:22 | 0:59:25 | |
Thro bloody flood or field to dash | 0:59:25 | 0:59:27 | |
O how unfit! | 0:59:27 | 0:59:29 | |
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed | 0:59:29 | 0:59:32 | |
The trembling earth resounds his tread | 0:59:32 | 0:59:36 | |
Clap in his walie nieve a blade | 0:59:36 | 0:59:38 | |
He'll make it whissle | 0:59:38 | 0:59:40 | |
An legs an arms an heads will sned | 0:59:40 | 0:59:43 | |
Like taps o' thrissle | 0:59:43 | 0:59:45 | |
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak' mankind your care | 0:59:47 | 0:59:50 | |
And dish them out their bill o' fare | 0:59:50 | 0:59:53 | |
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware | 0:59:53 | 0:59:57 | |
That jaups in luggies | 0:59:57 | 1:00:00 | |
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer | 1:00:00 | 1:00:03 | |
Gie her a Haggis. | 1:00:03 | 1:00:07 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:00:07 | 1:00:10 | |
# Adoon winding Nith I did wander | 1:00:25 | 1:00:28 | |
# To mark the sweet flowers as they spring | 1:00:28 | 1:00:31 | |
# Adoon winding Nith I did wander | 1:00:31 | 1:00:34 | |
# Of Phillis to muse and to sing | 1:00:34 | 1:00:37 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:00:37 | 1:00:40 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:00:40 | 1:00:43 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:00:43 | 1:00:46 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair | 1:00:46 | 1:00:49 | |
# The daisy amused my fond fancy | 1:00:51 | 1:00:53 | |
# So artless, so simple, so wild | 1:00:53 | 1:00:56 | |
# Thou emblem said I o' my Phillis | 1:00:56 | 1:00:59 | |
# For she is simplicity's child | 1:00:59 | 1:01:02 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:01:02 | 1:01:05 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:01:05 | 1:01:08 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:01:08 | 1:01:12 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o the Fair | 1:01:12 | 1:01:15 | |
# Oh, the rose bud's the blush o' my charmer | 1:01:22 | 1:01:25 | |
# Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis pressed | 1:01:25 | 1:01:28 | |
# How fair and how pure is the lily | 1:01:28 | 1:01:31 | |
# But fairer and purer her breast | 1:01:31 | 1:01:34 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:01:34 | 1:01:38 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:01:38 | 1:01:41 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:01:41 | 1:01:44 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair | 1:01:44 | 1:01:47 | |
# Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour | 1:01:48 | 1:01:51 | |
# They none wi' my Phillis can vie | 1:01:51 | 1:01:54 | |
# Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine | 1:01:54 | 1:01:57 | |
# Its dew drop o' diamond her eye | 1:01:57 | 1:02:00 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:02:00 | 1:02:03 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:02:03 | 1:02:06 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:02:06 | 1:02:09 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair | 1:02:09 | 1:02:14 | |
# Oooh | 1:02:16 | 1:02:18 | |
# Da-da da da-da da | 1:02:18 | 1:02:20 | |
# Ooh doo-doo da da-da da | 1:02:22 | 1:02:27 | |
# Oooh | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
# Her voice is the song o' the morning | 1:02:38 | 1:02:41 | |
# That wakes through the green spreading grove | 1:02:41 | 1:02:44 | |
# While Phebus peeps over the mountain | 1:02:44 | 1:02:47 | |
# On music and pleasure and love | 1:02:47 | 1:02:50 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:02:50 | 1:02:53 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:02:53 | 1:02:57 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:02:57 | 1:03:00 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair | 1:03:00 | 1:03:03 | |
# Oh, but beauty how frail and how fleeting | 1:03:03 | 1:03:07 | |
# The bloom o' a fine summer's day | 1:03:07 | 1:03:10 | |
# While worth in the mind o' my Phillis | 1:03:10 | 1:03:13 | |
# Will flourish without a decay | 1:03:13 | 1:03:16 | |
# Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties | 1:03:16 | 1:03:19 | |
# They never wi' her can compare | 1:03:19 | 1:03:22 | |
# Whaever has met wi' my Phillis | 1:03:22 | 1:03:28 | |
# Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair | 1:03:28 | 1:03:34 | |
# Oooh | 1:03:34 | 1:03:37 | |
# Da-da da da-da da | 1:03:37 | 1:03:39 | |
# Ooh doo-doo da da-da da | 1:03:39 | 1:03:45 | |
# Oooh. # | 1:03:45 | 1:03:48 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:04:01 | 1:04:05 | |
Thank you. | 1:04:05 | 1:04:07 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:09:06 | 1:09:11 | |
AUDIENCE CLAP ALONG | 1:09:25 | 1:09:29 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:12:11 | 1:12:16 | |
Stalked by debt and illness, | 1:12:28 | 1:12:30 | |
Burns died at Dumfries on 21st July, 1796, | 1:12:30 | 1:12:36 | |
aged just 37. | 1:12:36 | 1:12:39 | |
His funeral was held on the same day his son Maxwell was born. | 1:12:39 | 1:12:44 | |
His passing was marked by William Wordsworth with these words... | 1:12:44 | 1:12:50 | |
I mourned with thousands, but as one | 1:12:51 | 1:12:54 | |
More deeply grieved, for he was gone | 1:12:54 | 1:12:57 | |
Whose light I hailed when first it shone | 1:12:57 | 1:13:00 | |
And showed my youth | 1:13:00 | 1:13:02 | |
How Verse may build a princely throne | 1:13:02 | 1:13:05 | |
On humble truth. | 1:13:05 | 1:13:07 | |
# Should auld acquaintance be forgot | 1:13:09 | 1:13:14 | |
# And never brought to mind | 1:13:14 | 1:13:19 | |
# Should auld acquaintance be forgot | 1:13:19 | 1:13:24 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:13:24 | 1:13:28 | |
# For auld lang syne, my jo | 1:13:30 | 1:13:35 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:13:35 | 1:13:41 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet | 1:13:41 | 1:13:46 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:13:46 | 1:13:51 | |
# And surely ye'll be my pint stoup | 1:13:55 | 1:14:00 | |
# And surely I'll be thine | 1:14:00 | 1:14:05 | |
# And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught | 1:14:05 | 1:14:11 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:14:11 | 1:14:16 | |
# For auld lang syne, my jo | 1:14:16 | 1:14:22 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:14:22 | 1:14:28 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet | 1:14:28 | 1:14:33 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:14:33 | 1:14:40 | |
# Should auld acquaintance be forgot | 1:14:55 | 1:15:02 | |
# And never brought to mind | 1:15:02 | 1:15:07 | |
# Should auld acquaintance be forgot | 1:15:07 | 1:15:13 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:15:13 | 1:15:19 | |
# For auld lang syne, my dear | 1:15:19 | 1:15:25 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:15:25 | 1:15:31 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet | 1:15:31 | 1:15:37 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:15:37 | 1:15:43 | |
# So here's a hand, my trusty fiere | 1:15:43 | 1:15:49 | |
# And gie's a hand o' thine | 1:15:49 | 1:15:55 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, | 1:15:55 | 1:16:00 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:16:00 | 1:16:06 | |
# For auld lang syne, my dear | 1:16:06 | 1:16:13 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:16:13 | 1:16:18 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet | 1:16:18 | 1:16:24 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:16:24 | 1:16:30 | |
# For auld lang syne, my dear | 1:16:30 | 1:16:36 | |
# For auld lang syne | 1:16:36 | 1:16:41 | |
# We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet | 1:16:41 | 1:16:47 | |
# For auld lang syne. # | 1:16:47 | 1:16:55 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 1:17:00 | 1:17:05 |