This is the companion to the video that teaches the tune. It counts you in so you can play along.
The Music O' Spey
Air, Lament or Listening Piece
Music by J. Scott Skinner (1847-1927)
Words by R. Grant of Peterhead, known as 'The Bard of Ugie'
I sing o' the Spey, the bonnie, bonnie Spey,
Whar the primrose grows so early,
An' ilka mile o' the bonnie Ilielan' stream
Can shew you some rare fairlie.
O dearly I lo'e the grand auld Spey,
And its music aye sae cheerie,
Whan I hear the soun' o' my ain' dear stream;
I ne'er feel dow nor weary.
The voice of the sea on a storm-lashed shore,
Is waesome to me and eerie;
And the sough o' the winds on Lochnagar
To me is ever drearie.
But the music o' Spey is grand to me,
Whan the shades o' nicht are fa'in;
I cou'd listen and listen the lee lang nicht,
An never wish to draw'in'.
In summer its lispin', ripplin' notes
Is a sang to me enchantin',
The music o' love, o' friendship, o' truth,
In which there is naething wantin'.
Sing on! sing on! my braw Hieln' stream,
The stream I lo'e sae dearly,
And a' the fouks on its bonnie green banks,
Shall share my love sincerely.