Knacker's Yard is a six-piece traditional Celtic ballad group from Victoria, B.C that has been arranging and performing traditional Irish, Scottish, English, Austral
Comprised of Bronwyn Churcher (fiddle, vocals) , Stephen Johnson (accordion, tin whistle, vocals), Jon MacDonald (guitar, vocals), Cody Baresich (mandolin, vocals), and Dexter Simpson (Irish tenor banjo), the group breathes new life into the Celtic ballad and shanty genres.
For more information, see: knackersyard.net knackersyard.bandcamp.com/ facebook.com/knackersyardband
Grandmother from New Brunswick. This was one of the first songs I learned. As a camp counselor I taught it to hundreds of children in the Ottawa valley each summer for five years. I wonder if any of those children, now in their 40's remember it, or sang it outside of camp? I know many of them loved it since it wasn't a mindless call and answer song. 'One Tin Soldier' 'Child of the Universe' and 'Geremia was a Bullfrog' were the other songs they loved to learn. With only four songs the kids found worthy of their attention it was easy to teach them all four in a week. That doesn't mean great harmonizing, just melody and words. They did great if they were each singing it alone and noone was clashing pitches or entire key signatures. I was just happy they were interested in music😄
Nice. Could be a bit slower to convey more of the song's elegiac nature. I think Ian and Sylvia's rendition still captures the essence of the song best.
Wonderful folk song, excellent performance. Back in the 70s I visited NS. We spent an evening in a bar in Yarmouth singing this song to many many different verses (some dirty) chimed in by patrons, for the entire evening. Rugby songs are similar, LOL.
The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on every tree All nature seemed inclined for rest But still there was no rest for me Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me I grieve to leave my native land I grieve to leave my comrades all And my aging parents whom I've always hold so dear And the bonny, bonny lass that I do adore Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me The drums they do beat and the wars do alarm The captain calls, we must obey So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms For it's early in the morning I am far, far away Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me I have three brothers and they are at rest Their arms are folded on their breast But a poor simple sailor just like me Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me
It is rather sad that the singer doesn't seem to know what "a Thompson gun" is... I listened several times. I don't know what he says, but it's not Thompson...
