Scotland's growing national pride and rising interest in gaining independence from Great Britain have created a popular cultural revival of which the Glasgow-based Scottish folk group Battlefield Band has been a part. The "Batties" have been playing their jigs, reels, and marches for over 30 years and have released over 20 albums. They have entertained a growing multi-generational audience with their progressive Celtic music. The band's songs cover the traditional range, including remorseful ballads, pastoral celebrations, and the tavern song.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #--------------------------------------------------------------------------------### F--------------------------------------------------------------------------------###rom: [email protected] ([email protected]) Subject: CRD: From here to there (Battlefield!)
Hi! Though nobody requested it, here is a _new_ song of the Scottish Battlefield-Band. The guitar-player Alistair Russell told me the chord on their last concert in Germany last week. Contact me if you have some other Battlefield-Songs or Brian McNeill-Songs or if you want some more (out of the song-book) Bye Dorthe ([email protected]) -----------------------------------cut here--------------------------- {Title:From here to there} {Subtitle:Battlefield Band (Alistair Russell)} {comment: Capo: 1.Bund} From [Em]Barra down to [D] Biscay and from [C]Shetland to [Bm]Mayo It's [Em]miles and miles of [D]rocky road which[C]ever way you [D]go But a [G]tune so sweet with a [D]driving beat will [C]follow you [Bm]around As the [Em]western [D]shores u[C]nite to [D]make that [G]wild and [D]joyful [G]sound {start_of_chorus} A [G]sound that will get you [D]on your feet No [C]matter where you [Bm]roam Wher[G]ever you hear that [D]sound so sweet You can [G]call that [D]place your [G]home {end_of_chorus} These [Em]are rare old times [D]around the world from the [C]west unto the [Bm]east Should we [Em]laugh or [D]should we cry and [C]will we live in [D]peace Back home [G]the change is [D]slow to come as we [C]wait for the dawning [Bm]light So it's [Em]up the [D]pipes and [C]beat the [D]drums to [G]see us [D]through the [G]night We've [Em]travelled far and [D]wandered wide [C]Alaska to Hong [Bm]Kong And a [Em]welcome waits for [D]all who hear and [C]can't be sad for [D]long It's a [G]cold hard heart that [D]can't resist this [C]music and this [Bm]song In a [Em]mighty [D]crowd of [C]dancing [D]feet that's [G]where we [D]all [G]belong