Farms: Bothy Ballad and photos from old farming days of North-East Scotland
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Two of Gruntlesnoot's favourite enjoyments: A Bothy Ballad by Charlie Allan and photographs from North-East Scotland's old farming days. The 'bothy' was where the young single farmworkers lived and often entertained themselves of an evening by making up & singing bothy ballads such as this (true 'folk' music.) There is often much humour in the ballad (as there is here) but the sense of the harshness and poverty of these young men's situation and working lives is often communicated too. But there is also a great pride in their work and especially if they are horsemen, in their beautiful animals. I hope this video will, in some small way, keep their memories alive and their Bothy Ballad flame burning.
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smashing song by a pure la
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I'm in love with this song, is it possibile to know the title and maybe a bit of the lyrics?
Greetings from Italy :) -
Ya fine a'day
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Great music and pics! Ever hear of a game called Cat and Dog??
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I love this fucking song
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Very evocative. As a schoolboy doing holiday work at the Mains of FINNECHTIE, the bothy was an escape from the hard work in the fields. The humour was a tonic.
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Anybody know please???
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Whos the boy at end of video looks like my dad, john mitchell ???
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Do you know who young lad is at end of video? Looks affy like a Mitchell
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never forget these people, they build up your countries , respect your forefathers
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:-)
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From Minnesota usa
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Back then we would have used those clydesdales would be used for hall a sled of logs in the winter
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Their use is coming back in the states both for logging and farming in this new age of smaller farms and ranches they are a economical option, and especially popular in small scale logging. Many Percherons around where I live with a few Belgians also, but Clydesdales are rare.
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Work was easy to get back then. I could have got a nice steady wage by being the guy who lit the village lanterns at night!
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Cheers from Russia, Celtic Brothers and Sisters!
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--Memories to cherish...I have similar ones. These days will never be repeated. Gruntlesnoot
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But we may not get the chance! Thanks for your comment. Gruntlesnoot
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I can remember the horse on the farm where my Dad was the Dairyman. I used to get a hurl on its back when they were taking neeps up to the steading. Then one day there was a blue Fordson Major in the yard and I never saw Dobbin again.
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We may have to re-learn these skills