STANHOPE FOLK CLUB, Queens Head Pub, Front Street, Stanhope
The Programme for 2005
WHATS ON IN WEARDALE
Killhope Lead Mining Centre
MINING IN WEARDALE UK MINING VENTURES AT THE ROGERLEY MINE
Folk Clubs up to 1hours drive from Weardale
Review of the "Victorian Music Hall Night" 7 Dec 2003
SONG OF THE MONTH
FARNE the new FOLK ARCHIVE RESOURCES NORTH EAST
The Mighty Wurlitzer Organ, Howden le Wear
Review of the Northumbrian Night October 2003
Review of the Rib Tickling Night - May 2004
Humerous Monologue of the Month
An Extra Special Monologue by popular request
The web side humour page
Northumberland Traditional Music Festival
Views of Weardale, a working community
Stanhope Silver Band
Contact Information for Stanhope Folk Club
Message Board
Guestbook
Event Calendar
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"The Wild Geese" or "The Norland Wind"
 | This beautiful poem "The Norland Wind" was written in 1915, by the Scottish Poet and author, Violet Jacobs. Set to music and sung by the famous NE Scottsh Folk Singer, Jim Reid. For the full "Wild Geese" experience click on "Wild geese" below". View the painting of the wild geese, listen to Jim speaking the first verse and thereafter singing the 16 lines of the song.
Oh tell me fit was on yer road ye roarin Norland wind?
As ye come blawin frae the land that's never frae ma mind.
Ma feet they traivel England but I'm deein for the North."
"Ma man, I saw the siller tides rin up the Firth o Forth."
"Aye wind, I ken them weel eneuch an fine they fa and rise,
And fain I'd feel the creepin mist on yonder shore that lies.
But tell me as ye pass them by fit saw ye on the way?"
"Ma man, I rocked the rovin gulls that sail abin the Tay."
"Bit saw ye naethin leein wind afore ye come tae Fife?
For there's muckle lyin 'yont the Tay that's mair tae me nor life."
"Ma man, I swept the Angus braes that ye hivna trod for years."
"Oh wind, forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears."
"And far abin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o beatin wings wi their heids toward the sea,
And aye their cryin voices trailed ahint them on the air."
"Oh wind, hae mercy, haud your wheesht for I daurna listen mair."
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"The Wild Geese" or "Norland Wind" (englis
"Oh tell me what was on your road, you roaring Norland Wind?"
As you come blowing from the land that is never from my mind.
My feet they travel England, but I am dying for the North."
"My man, I saw the silver tides run up the Firth of Fourth."
"Oh wind, I know them well enough and fine they fall and rise.
But rather I would feel the creeping mist which on yonder shore lies.
But tell me as you pass them by, what did you see
But tell me as ye pass them by fit saw ye on the way?"
"My man, I rocked the roving gulls that sail above the Tay."
"But saw you nothing, leeing wind, before you came to Fife?
For there's a lot lying beyond the Tay that's more to me than life."
"My man, I swept the Angus braes you have not trod for years."
"Oh wind forgive, a homeless fool, that cannot see for tears."
And far above the Angus straths, I saw the wild geese flee
A long, long skein of beating wings with their heads towards the sea.
And always their crying voices trailed behind them on the sir,
"Oh wind, have mercy, be quiet, for I dare not listen more."
"a strath" is a scottish word for a valley/dale
"Haud yer wheesht" would be an expression you would use to a friend or child, telling them to be quiet/stop talking about something as it is too upsetting or painful for the listener to continue to listen to. |
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