Over the Main

by Dorain

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released January 28, 2017

Dòrain is:
Alexander Dove Lempke: Guitar, Bodhrán, Vocals
Cara Weggler: Fiddle, Bouzouki, Vocals
Iain Dove Lempke: Guitar, Flute, Whistle, Vocals

Recorded Janury-October 2016 in Minneapolis, MN.
Recorded and mixed by Alexander Dove Lempke.
Album art by Iain Dove Lempke.

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Track Name: Twa Recruiting Sergeants
There was twa recruiting sergeants cam frae the Black Watch
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch,
But all that they listed was forty and twa.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa!

And it’s over the mountain and over the main,
Through Gibraltar to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet and a kilt abeen your knee.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa wi’ me!

Laddie, ye dunnae ken the danger that you’re in.
If horses were tae fleg and your owsen were tae rin,
That greedy old farmer, he would no pay your fee
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa wi’ me!

And it’s into the barn and out of the byre.
That old farmer things that ye never tire!
It’s a slavin’ job o’ low degree,
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa wi’ me!

Wi’ your tattie pourins and your meal and kale,
Wi’ your soor sowan’ soorins and your ill-brewed ale
Wi’ your buttermilk and whey and your breid fired raw
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa!

Laddie, if you’ve got a sweetheart and a bairn,
You’ll easily get rid of that ill-spun yarn.
Twa rattles o’ the drums, aye, that’ll pay it a’!
Sae list my bonnie laddie and cam awa!
Track Name: Bonnie George Campbell
High upon highlands and low upon Tay
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day.
Saddled and bridled, say gallant rode he.
Home came his good horse, but never came he.

Saddled and bridled and booted rode he,
With a plume in his helmet and a sword by his knee.
Home came his saddle, all bloody to see.
Home came his good horse, but never came he.

Down came his mother, she’s grieving fu’ sair.
And down came his bonnie bride,a’ tearing her hair,
Saying “My meadow lies green and my corn is unshorn,
My bonnie George died with my baby unborn!”
Track Name: An Eala Bhàn
How sad and heavy I have grown,
my heart in sorrow's fist
since when I took my leave of those
high mountains wound in mist,
and songs of sweetly-sounding glens,
of loch, and stream, and bay,
and that white swan who swims thereon
I look for every day.

O Maggie, don't be sad, my love,
though here I may find death.
Who is the man of all this host
forever will hold breath?
We only go one path—like flowers
grown in the cattle-pen,
which storms of all the year bear down
and sun can't lift again.

I clearly see the steady earth
blown skyward all around
by blasts of shells. I cannot see
for smoke around me wound;
my ears are hollowed out of sound
by cannons' thundering,
but while time pelts so hard on me,
my thoughts on you must cling.

On my elbows in the trenches' muck
my thoughts on you must dwell,
and in my sleep I'll dream of you,
though nothing here is well.
As longings pour into my mind
for what is out of sight,
the hair that grew so red on me
is fast becoming white.

Good night, my love—sleep warm and well
upon your fragrant bed.
Wake healthy in the tranquil house
where salt tears are not shed.
Here in these trenches, cold I lie,
and in my ears death's roar,
without one hope of victory
or to swim back to your shore.

(translation by Alexander Dove Lempke)
Track Name: Maid on the Shore
There is a young maiden. She lives all alone.
She lives all alone on the shore-o
There’s nothing she can find to comfort her mind
But to wander alone on the shore, shore, shore,
To wander alone on the shore.

‘Twas of the young captain who sailed the salt sea.
Let the wind blow high, blow low.
“I will die, I will die,” the young captain did cry,
“If I don’t have that maid on the shore, shore, shore!
If I don’t have that maid on the shore!

“I have lots of silver, I have lots of gold,
I have lots of costly wear-o.
I’ll divide, I’ll divide with my jolly ship’s crew
If they row me that maid on the shore, shore, shore!
If they row me that maid on the shore!”

After much persuasion, they got her aboard.
Let the wind blow high, blow low.
They replaced her away in his cabin below.
“Here’s adieu to all sorrow and care, care care!
Here’s adieu to all sorrow and care!”

They replaced her away in his cabin below
Let the wind blow high, blow low.
She’s so pretty and neat, she’s so sweet and complete,
She sang sailors and captain to sleep, sleep, sleep,
She sang sailors and captain to sleep.

Then she robbed him of silver, she robbed him of gold,
She robbed him of costly wear-o
And took his broadsword instead of an oar
And paddled her way to the shore, shore shore!
And paddled her way to the shore!

“Well me men must be crazy, me men must be mad,
Me men must be deep in despair-o
For to let you away from my cabin so gay
And to paddle your way to the shore, shore shore,
To paddle your way to the shore!”

“No, your men was not crazy, your men was not mad,
Your men was not deep in despair-o.
I deluded your sailors, as well as yourself.
I’m a maiden again on the shore, shore, shore.
A maiden again on the shore.”

There is a young maiden. She lives all alone.
She lives all alone on the shore-o
There’s nothing she can find to comfort her mind
But to wander alone on the shore, shore, shore,
To wander alone on the shore.
Track Name: The Sound of Iona
I can see the white spray flying
over the Sound of Iona
I can hear the seagulls crying
over the Sound of Iona
Sail away, sail away
over the Sound of Iona

I can see the breakers prancing
over the Sound of Iona
I can see the red boats dancing
over the Sound of Iona
Sail away, sail away
over the Sound of Iona

Oh if I could stay forever
near to the Sound of Iona
I would leave you never, never
lovely Sound of Iona
Sail away, sail away
over the Sound of Iona
Track Name: If I Were A Blackbird
I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was carefree with a young sailor lad.
He courted me sweetly, by night and by day,
But now he has left me and gone far away

I am a young sailor, my story’s sad too
For once I was carefree with a lass of full bloom.
I courted this lassie by night and by day,
But now she won’t have me, and I’ve gone far away.

Chorus:
Oh if I were a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing.
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging, I’d there build my nest
And flutter my wings over the one I love best.

He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair
To buy my fine ribbons, tie them up in my hair.
He offered to marry and to stay by my side,
But then, in the morning, he sailed with the tide.

I sailed o’er the ocean my fortune to seek,
Though I missed her caresses and her kiss on my cheek.
I went and I told her that my love was still strong,
But she turned away lightly, and great was her scorn.

Chorus

My parents, they chide me and will not agree
Saying, me and my true love, married we’ll never be,
But with my true love gone, let them do what they will.
While there’s breath in my body, he’s the one I love still.

Oh if I were a scholar and could handle the pen
One secret love letter to my true love I’d send
And I’d tell her my sorrow, my grief and my pain
Since my love’s gone and left me in yon flowery glen.

Chorus
Track Name: Mingulay Boat Song
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys!
Swing her head round, now all together.
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys!
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.

What care we though white the Minch is?
What care we for wind and weather?
Swing her head round, every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.

Wives are waiting by the quayside,
Gazing seaward from the heather.
Swing her head round and we’ll anchor
Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.