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I also recorded this while camping,it was a very windy evening which the mic picked up,but also quite cold and it was only after sitting cross legged for quite sometime that I realised my legs were aching pretty bad thus the expicit content.I had to leave it in though for prosperity.The cider warmed me up later on though to be honest I'm not sure really what the lyrics are about - I do remember a beetle in the tent and also wondering how the hell people built so many walls of such length in such wild places out of stone back in olden days.
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Lyrics
Wise Old Owl
('My legs are aching badly')
Tiny is the beetle rolling around on his back
The whole world is upside down again
Turn him over let him out
Cos he dont know the difference only now and then
Tiny is as tiny does a shiney place
A pine tree blown down and every soldier fallen
Writin down this history dont seem to make
No sense to me - a kingdom of water frozen
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown
Rainy on the sheepskin coat and rainy on the drystone wall
Our work is never finished
Squawking on a broken branch
The leader of the rough-nosed pack is shouting
Though were famished
If i could take these weary legs across the ferry and up the hill
I'd bake you all a stottie *
But they wont budge another inch and we have
Settled by the bridge and our boots
Are far too muddy
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown away
And I'll be as truthful as the sunrise
And I'll see you make it to the other side
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown away
* The Stottie
Copyright Irv Graham
Every Geordie has had a stottie but not everyone knows how they came about. So open yer lugs and I’ll tell you.
After their long march from the forgotten part of England young George and his followers were lost in the low lands of Scotland. Weak with hunger and burdened with doubt the people just wanted to lie down and die.
Young George in desperation for his people dropped to his knees, and prayed to his God for help.
The Lord listened, and found that goodness dwelt in the hearts of this bedraggled band. So waving his hand bread fell from heaven like snow. Which the people gave the name stottie, after the manner in which it boonced. Gathering them up they ate, and were filled with a feeling of wellbeing and great strength. Thus enabling them to carry on until they reached the place we know today as Geordieland. When they settled down each week they would bake a batch of stottie as a reminder of their deliverance from the wilderness, and that me geet fondy is the hokey.
('My legs are aching badly')
Tiny is the beetle rolling around on his back
The whole world is upside down again
Turn him over let him out
Cos he dont know the difference only now and then
Tiny is as tiny does a shiney place
A pine tree blown down and every soldier fallen
Writin down this history dont seem to make
No sense to me - a kingdom of water frozen
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown
Rainy on the sheepskin coat and rainy on the drystone wall
Our work is never finished
Squawking on a broken branch
The leader of the rough-nosed pack is shouting
Though were famished
If i could take these weary legs across the ferry and up the hill
I'd bake you all a stottie *
But they wont budge another inch and we have
Settled by the bridge and our boots
Are far too muddy
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown away
And I'll be as truthful as the sunrise
And I'll see you make it to the other side
I was a young man when she called
And I am a wise old owl whose flown away
* The Stottie
Copyright Irv Graham
Every Geordie has had a stottie but not everyone knows how they came about. So open yer lugs and I’ll tell you.
After their long march from the forgotten part of England young George and his followers were lost in the low lands of Scotland. Weak with hunger and burdened with doubt the people just wanted to lie down and die.
Young George in desperation for his people dropped to his knees, and prayed to his God for help.
The Lord listened, and found that goodness dwelt in the hearts of this bedraggled band. So waving his hand bread fell from heaven like snow. Which the people gave the name stottie, after the manner in which it boonced. Gathering them up they ate, and were filled with a feeling of wellbeing and great strength. Thus enabling them to carry on until they reached the place we know today as Geordieland. When they settled down each week they would bake a batch of stottie as a reminder of their deliverance from the wilderness, and that me geet fondy is the hokey.
typing as I listen again.......this makes me homesick...the rolling tobacco,
bottle of cider...a wee walk down the hill into town for a fish supper with a white puddin on the side. Great song...fine lyrics.
This has inspired me to head for the hills with my guitar and my tent.
Thanks.