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[RS] ??? Ye're niver kinna respected as much as ye are far away, but I have seen this girl competing in Edinburgh, I've seen her competing in Mull, I've seen her competing all over Scotland and she is one tremendous accordionist. And that's is Lynn Gould from Huntly, Lynn Gould. [clapping] And efter at introduction Lynn if you let me doon I'll niver spik tae ye again, cause I'm awa tae tell ye whit tune ye're awa tae play now, and the tunes start off with Corgarff Castle is the first one, then she's going tae play Scott Skinner's tune of The Warrior Percy; I thought it wis the stuff ye pit in yer broth no at's Percy nae parsley and the reel is Lady Charlotte Campbell, Lynn Gould.


[RS] Well done Lynn, for the accordion, I wis saying that because I remember gan tae fitba matches in the days o Graham Leggat playing outside right fur Aberdeen, an eh, ye used tae get folk coming hame efter a fitba match saying, "Oh Graham Leggat's terrible," cause he wis a local loon. This lassie is probably not local tae Buchan whitever way ye want tae ??? but she is certainly local tae the North East and she is doing very well fur Scotland, Lynn Gould.

I remember speaking aboot Graham Leggat. I remember coming oot at Pittodrie efter an awfu bad fitba match, an affa bad fitba match but this wis affa bad een, Aberdeen wis nothing-nothing I think an, jist tae show the Doric dialect if ye like, and I'm wakking out ahin Bill Leish as you ken, doon in your department somewey, dinna ken whaur he is.… Bill and me wakkin oot the doorway an this twa loons is wakking oot and it wis an affa boring fitba match and we're jist listening tae the comments o the crowd an this boy jist turns and he says, Ca that a fitba match?, he says, I'd hae been as weel at hame githering steens [laughter], now that is a boring fitba match.

I would jist like tae [laugh], can I introduce the next artist tae ye and it's a lad that's done an affa lot for the Buchan festival in fact when I wis pushing through the bothy ballads competition he wis involved in getting that sixty, eighty-seven entries smoothly through the Doric verse, but he took time aff tae come in here for the bothy ballad in the afternoon. He entered against Geordie Smith, well, Geordie Smith won that Doric verse, but our next artist won the one for the best Doric. Fu the hell Geordie gaed wrong I'll niver ken ??? [laughter]. The judges must hae come fae the hinterland o Buchan, ye see, jist as I wis saying we're at far away, ye know. Ye come between Deeside and Donside; naebody kens us, we've got tae get wir ain tongue oot. But he won the competition for the best Doric, but not only that, he also won the competition for the ballad, the ballad…. I would like tae welcome you now; ye're gonna start off with a song. He won the ballad with Glenlogie, tremendous song, but as it's the first house, he's nae gonna sing that for ye. He's gonna start off with the Doric verse and then go into another choice fur ye, so the first one he's going sing he's going tae recite a aboot the wifie at wis sitting in the cinema and she'd a worse o crumbs taking doon her neck, ye ken, the thing it wis stickin tae the back, ken, an the lad come along an he thought he would get ???. I winna give away too much of the secret, but it's the worset crumb and that'll will be followed and Robert can introduce himself. Welcome, please, tae Robert Lovie.

[RL] Right, as Robbie said, especially fur Mary Fowlie, The Worset ???, right.

Noo for lang it wis kept a secret,
Syne laid oot wi a' the rest,
Fu a laddie pu'ed a string,
And a lassie tint her vest.

Noo in a picture hoose at nicht,
Just afore the lichts gaed doon,
He spied a lass in front in a bonnie evening goon,
But he gan oot the back fae oot a frill o lace.

He spied a bit o worset,
Lookin unco oot o place,
So being tidy in himsel,
He took aff the ???.

Sa ??? oot his han,
He guid a gentle poo,
Well the worset come awa,
But niver found the een,
The mair the laddie drew,
The mair he hid tae twine.

Sign in frantic desperation,
Wi he's face foo fiery reed,
He's twinning fur he's life,
But it proved an endless threid.

How ilkae noo and then,
The lassie tempt tae thraw,
But modesty forbid, ye ken,
She dinna like tae claw.

Wis ??? ee,
She lookit ilkae ???,
Makin lauchin her excuse,
Fur figgin wi the yoke.

But the laddie keepit twinning,
An the ??? bigger grew,
Faster aye an faster,
His hand guid roon the ???.

Sa then long length,
He pu'ed wi a' his micht,
And all upon a sudden the een come intae sicht.
And wi a final furl he ca'ed ???,
And just in time tae finish,
When the licht wis turned up.

Well the hoose began tae scale,
Oor laddie in the lead,
Fearing guilt upon his soul,
In his oxter fu o threid,

Well the lassie she is ??? hame,
She well ??? hame she teart aff ilkae stitch,
Tae see if she could fun oot whit hid caused it,
Shifting ??? but she's niver yet fun oot,she niver saw ???,
I just wunnert iver since ??? if she yon loon's sark. ???

At the time, ye ken, she fairly thoucht,
That the sark wis on tae bide,
But she'll niver solve the problem,
Till the ??? crack o ???.

For the ??? that won the ???,
Will keep the clue aneath he's thoomb,
And aft times he'll declare,
And sweer by a' that's guid.
As lang as he is living,
Will he pu anither threid.


Well I've chosen a song the night that ye can a' join in the chorus and that's whit wey I wint ye tae join in wi me. It's The Banks of Red Roses. I want tae hear ye singing.

On the banks o reid roses, my love and I sat down,
And I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune,
In the middle of the tune, well she sighed and she said,
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me.

Now I wis jist a wee thing and easy led astray,
Oh before that I wid work, I would rather play,
[Oh before that I wid work, I would rather play,]
Wi ma lassie on the banks o Red Roses.

On the banks o Reid Roses, my love and I sat down,
And I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune,
In the middle of the tune, well she sighed and she said,
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me.

Oh I took my penknife and it is long and sharp,
And I pierced it through the middle o ma bonnie lassie's heart
And I pierced through the middle o ma bonnie lassie's heart
And I left her on the banks o Red Roses.

On the banks o Reid Roses, my love and I sat down,
And I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune,
In the middle of the tune, well she sighed and she said,
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me.

[RS] Thank you indeed Robert Lovie, an affa busy day fur him, cause as I said he's been behind the scenes an pushing things through the whole day, but there he is having time to compete, nae only time tae compete, but time to win. Thank you again Robert Lovie.

I'd like to introduce you now to a smashing group of fiddlers. Well, it's mainly fiddlers I would think, can I introduce you now to the Banchory Fiddlers of Mary Milne. Mary, yer young fiddlers comin on now…. Mary Milne's Banchory Fiddlers, there they are.


[RS] The tunes they're going tae play fur ye.... It might help you to know the tune that they're playing…. The tune there're going to play you, start aff wi Jim Barrie a Strathspey that was composed by Niel Gow, nae tae be confused wi Niel Gow's Lament for Whisky or ony thing o that kind. It wis jist Niel Gow himsel, the mannie, and then we have the High Road tae Linton. Mary Milne's players from Banchory.

[fiddle music]

[RS] Thank you ladies young ladies under the care of Mary Milne playing e piano.

An I go to piano noo and switch to the junior piano winner theday, and that wis a lad at maks me feel affa aul it really does. Cause I come oot here theday and I wis gan roon the streets o Strichen kinna telling people where to go to in the nicest possible sense [laughter], where to go to, to come to different companies and I saw this mannie in his doorway and that wis Ramsay Macdonald. An I, oh my it's a lang time ago since I kent him. He used to play fitba fur Dunecht, now he did, now at is one tae him. [He] didna play fur United,…Dundee United, he played fur Dunecht [laughter]. Min when he played for Dunecht Amateurs and I looked at him and I hid a tune wi him this efterneen not realising that the grandson, the grandson, I shouldnae tell ye this cause it maks me affa aul, but his grandson won the junior ??? today: Paul Strachan. Come in Paul, Paul Strachan.


[RS] ??? play something different ??? that right Paul finishing off with a reel the winner of the junior

[piano music]

[RS] Sure fingers on there, sure fingers that wis Paul Strachan winning the junior piano. I would like to introduce you now to an artist who wis not on the prize list today, but certainly behind the scene. He wis judging the moothies today, but he is also the president of the TMSA, Traditional Music and Song Association of Scotland. He's done a lot of valuable work for the TMSA an he started off life, like young Paul, full of enthusiasm for the music with the two hands able tae play a'thing an play any instrument. Unfortunately for this gentleman a sawmill accident cut off four fingers and he wis left wi the one hand and you would think at would kill him as far as Scottish music was concerned. Not a bit of it, he fought through that…cause he loves the music and he thought, Whit the hell can I dee wi one hand in Scottish music. Well, there's the moothie, ??? the fiddle is a'richt if ye can get some contraption tae ging ya ha ha ha ha ha but the ither thing might be the diddling…. The president of the TMSA, Willie Fraser [applause].

[WF] Hello, ye're a' fine, are ye?

[Audience] Aye

[WF] Oh I'll seen pit a stop tae that [laughter]. Well, unfortunately for you or maybe fur me, I left the music doon in the car but I've jist telt him that I may be diddle tae keep you happy.


[WF] Thank you very much. Now since ye came ???.

OK, I will diddle The Broon Coo and Mrs Macleod of Raasay. Are ye ready?…

[WF and audience diddling; WF moves from microphone]

[WF] God, that wis affa ???… Whit aboot Bonnie Dundee, dae ye ken Bonnie Dundee?


[WF] Thank you very much ???.


[RS] Willie Fraser, and at back there just now at the stall of the TMSA is Lesley Wheeler who's been judging this afternoon and Lesley turned tae me, he says, Whit the hell's he going tae dee if he forgets the words [laughter]/

[RS] ??? but I would like to introduce our next artist and this is one of our junior winners. The junior winner of the accordion was twelve-year-old Lynn Christie of Keith. Come in Lynn. Come in. You wantin a seat? [applause] Well will somebody bring her music stand an music?… Lynn Christie of Keith the junior accordion winner and she's startin aff…. Oh it starts aff wi Professor Blackie, then we have, at's fine cause I dinna know able tae read ma ain writing, so at's fine. I'll take a look and see whit ye're playin next. Next one after that is John Stephen of ??? and we finish off with Big John, John Macneill reels and I'll stand wi ye till yer teeth bleeds, where will I hold it laughter [sings] mama.

[accordion music]


[RS] Oh at wis sair at [holding Lynn's music]. Hiv you ever, hiv you ever sat on a stage wi yer big tae underneath? Ye're whitever it is sore tae at that wis tremendous playing. Once again for Lynn Christie. [applause]

[RS] I said so often tonight my songs of praises for the youngsters cause I really think there doing a marvellous job for Scotland and getting the acknowledgement they deserve too. There's one lassie come across from Deeside and I think at the last competition down south, that she kinna swept the boards. She's done very well today as well. She's a slow air for you, hinna hid time tae speak tae her, but I speak to her quite a lot over the season, is being covering these festivals. She's one of our top fiddlers in Scotland [and] she's still in her teens. She wis studying fur her exams; she couldnae come in tae spik tae me in a radio programme not long ago cause she wis sitting fur her Highers. I wish her all the best, from Banchory, Rebecca Hunter. [applause]

RS I only said that cause I dinna ken whit tune she wis [going to play], as I wis sitting doon there.

[fiddle music]

[RS] ??? Oh I ken whit she's playin noo; She's playing a beautiful slow air by the late Willie Macpherson of Elgin ??? called Colburn[?], Colburn, Rebecca Hunter.

[fiddle music]

[RS] ??? I'm taking both ??? fur two reasons: the first is when I acknowledge the piano players that play here tonight and the work they do. I realise that there's piano players staying behind tae make sure they do the compliment they were asked to do. Been waiting throughout two hours, the last time you wis on the stage ???, thank you, and if this lassie is nae a top fiddler in three years time well coont me a dunce. Then well done Becky, well done, thank you.

Go to the tin whistle now. This is the open section of the tin whistle and it was won by a lad at dis an affa lot on the folk scene around Scotland and a lot tae do with the TMSA, the Aberdeen branch, and throughout Scotland. He's gonna play fur ye a hornpipe, Jim Tweedie's Sealegs and he's Ken Hadden…. [applause] The hornpipe Jim Tweedie's Sealegs, an bi the time I'm finished wi it it'll be in bits.


[RS] Thank you thank you very much and well played to that wis Ken Hadden, Ken Hadden playing Jim Tweedie Sea Legs. I keep harping back tae the bothy ballad competitions this morning. That's the only thing I can harp back to because I wis involved wi it a' morning. You folk hiv been tae different competitions and you've seen the standard and you'd know on your own whether it wis the first or whether something jist sprung tae yer mind. Well I can tell ye oot o this morning, I have been, I have been at many, many, many a bothy ballad competition, mony, mony a festival, but there wis two things jist sprung up tae me today and I'm affa sorry, but one o the items or one o the young lads canna be here the night but I'll call the second.


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