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Sábadu n'Avilés... The Tannahill Weavers!!!

You yera mozu ya entamaba nesto de la música tradicional. Tenía pouca esperiencia, yera vulnerable... Ya entós sintí un tema de los Tannahill... Wow!!!

THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL.

AIR—"Holden's Dead March."

NOW, let the procession move solemn and slow,
While the soft mournful music accords with our woe,
While Friendship's warm tears round his ashes are
shed,
And soul-melting Memory weeps for the dead.
Kind, good-hearted fellow as ever was known,
So kind and so good, every heart was his own ;
Now, alas ! low in death are his virtues all o'er
How painful the thought, we will see him no more ?

In camp or in quarters he still was the same,
Each countenance brighten'd wherever he came ;
When the wars of his country impelld him to roam
He cheerful would say all the world was his home ;
And when the fierce conflict of armies began,
He fought like a lion, yet felt as a man ;
For when British bravery had vanquish'd the foe,
He'd weep o'er the dead by his valour laid low.

Ye time-fretted mansions ! ye mouldering piles !
Loud echo his praise through your long vaulted isles ;
If haply his shade, nightly glide through your gloom,
O tell him, our hearts lie with him in the tomb !
And say, though he's gone, long his worth shall remain,
Remembered, beloved, by the whole of the men ;
Who e'er acts like him, with a warm feeling heart,
Friendship's tears drop applause at the close of his part.


Pouco se pue dicir d'esti veteranu grupu Scottish. Dicir que la hestoria del nome yía curiosa: Robert Tannahill yía na llingua escocesa (un dialeutu d'orixe xermánicu de las tierras Baxas d'Escocia) un poucu lo qu'Andrés Solar n'asturiana... salvando diferencias.

Robert Tannahill trabayóu na industria téxtil. D'ehí lo de Weavers (Texedores). Comparten nome con Tejedor Folk. Robert Tannahill participóu de la industrialización d'Escocia, entrando a trabayar nuna fábrica de, cumo apuntéi, téxtil.

Ya nesi marcu de cambiu d'Esocia cuntaba las vivencias d'aquella época; los cambios, falaba de la Vieya Escocia, de la Escocia Moderna, del desaniciu, de los obreiros, de los vieyos proletarios, los nuevos proletarios...



...Asina hasta que nos años 70 estos rapazones xuntanon, ya musicanon los sous poemas. Ya siguienon faciendo música, enérxica, direuta, cañera... escocesa.

A DEPARTED FRIEND
Written with a pencil on the Grave-stone of a Departed Friend.


STOP, passenger-here muse awhile:
Think on his darksome, lone abode,
Who late, like thee, did jocund smile,
Now lies beneath this cold green sod.

Art thou to vicious ways inclin'd,
Pursuing pleasure's flow'ry road?
Know -- fell remorse shall rack thy mind,
When tott’ring to thy cold green sod.

If thou a friend to Virtue art,
Oft pitying burthen'd Mis'ry's load;
Like thee, he had a feeling heart
Who lies beneath this cold green sod.

With studious, philosophic eye,
He look'd thro Nature up to God --
His future hope, his greatest joy,
Who lies beneath this cold green sod.

Go, passenger -- revere this truth:
A life well spent in doing good
Soothes joyless age, and sprightly youth,
When drooping o'er the cold green sod.