Abernethy

More Abernethy songs are here
The songs are drawn from the many hours of recorded interviews Abernethy Museum volunteers have done with Abernethy people. 

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FISHING MEMORIES

Tune: The Piper O Dundee


Tib Smith remembered the men gaun tae the fishin

They aa had their big kist tae pit their ain stuff in

Archie Bett wi horse and cairt cam roon the gates collectin kists

He cairried them to Newburgh tae send them tae the bothies


Salmon fishin on the Tay, those were the grand days

Plenty salmon in the Tay, but noo they've gone away


Dave Stalker told the tale, he left school not yet fourteen

A thousand grilse a season went tae the cannery in Dundee

Two crews o young lads livin in the bothy

If the fish were too wee, they ate them, bones an aa


Salmon fishin on the Tay, those were the grand days

Plenty salmon in the Tay, but noo they've gone away


The bothy lads had cobles, pullin hard on the oars

Newburgh sprat yawls had sails an nets an booms

Catchin sprats and spurlins, but they wid catch the salmon too

Till they got caught and confiscated, served them right said Dave


Salmon fishin on the Tay, those were the grand days

Plenty salmon in the Tay, but noo they've gone away

Salmon fishin on the Tay, those were the grand days

Plenty salmon in the Tay, but noo they've gone away



BOB MORRISON THE JOINER

Tune : Micky Dam


Provost Morrison, Bob to me an you

Any job of joinery he'd guarantee to do

'Ah'll dae it in the mornin, well, maybe no the morn

But soon enough, soon enough, ah'll no be very long'


Janet Paton's mother asked Bob tae fix her shed

After five years of phonin, she got some else instead

Bob said, 'Jinge, ah didny think that you wid dae that

Ah wis comin roond the day, ah'd just pit on ma hat'


Provost Morrison, Bob to me an you

Any job of joinery he'd guarantee to do


Janet's mother passed away, and after eleven years

Bob came to Janet's back door, 'Ah've a chair ah mended here

Yer mother gave it me tae mend, ah've just got it done

Here's the bill, can ah have cash, ah'm retirin soon


Provost Morrison, Bob to me an you

Any job of joinery he'd guarantee to do


An, by the way, ah've anither back hame, ah'll bring it roon'


TIB SMITH AT THE BERRY-PICKIN

Tune : The Calton Weaver


Tib Smith went tae pick the berries

School summer holidays

Six weeks just likea picnic

At Sandilands, hip hip hooray


Tib Smith liked it fine

Summer was berry pickin time


Mrs Sandilands was a gem

Brought tea in the mornin an the afternoon

Blackcurrant jam, ye could taste it yet

An she'd earn enough for a pair o shoon


Tib Smith liked it fine

Summer was berry pickin time


Ye got a check when ye filled a pail

They coonted it up until the end

No pay till the fields were cleared

But then, ah, ye'd money tae spend


Tib Smith liked it fine

Summer was berry pickin time


Their fields were either side

Of the Newbury Road bungalow

No rasps noo in Abernethy

Why did they have to go?


Tib Smith liked it fine

Summer was berry pickin time

FERRYFIELD OF CARPOW – Nan Jarvis

Tune: Ha Ha The Wooin O't


Carpow Ferry is very old, Kings came here to cross I'm told

Going to be crowned at Scone, on the Coronation Road

MacDuff's Cross is where they'd start, then over the Earn to Easter Rhynd

Balhepburn to Elcho Castle, must have been a ferry there at the time


Ferryfield of Carpow, a ferry then and a ferry now


I have a neighbour, ninety two, told me what she used to do

Walked down here to go across to Cairnie Pier, then catch a bus

Into Dundee, looking for Caird's famous department store

A bus right back, and the ferry home with a new school school uniform under her arm


We used to have a proper ferry, came in at the pier, but I have the ferry rights, they're still here

Now and again some walkers ask can we bring them across, it's an easy task

I phone my Newburgh nephew Tommy, he brings the motor boat up for me

We carry them across, they offer to pay, but we say, 'That's all right, no fee'


BRINGING IN THE HEAVY NETS - NAN JARVIS'S SONG

Tune: Oh Rogerum


I was born in Newburgh, Tom lived at Ferryfield

More than fifty years ago I came here

His father taught me, when I was only seventeen

'You'll come down to the fishing and you'll learn to work the gear'


Fishing in the Earn, the salmon and the trout

Turning the windlass, bringing in the heavy nets

The tides bring the fish in, so you go out


We always fished the three tides, high, ebb, and the low

All hours of the night, you never miss

My mother came to see us, saw the blisters on my hands

'I never brought my daughter up to be doing this!'


Trout net for the low water, that has a small mesh

Bigger for the high water, different for the ebb

Hang them at the weekend, up on the pie poles

Mend the holes with needles, a nylon spider web


The Tay and Earn stations all came off in ninety six

We hung on for eight years, but the fish had all gone

The Earn is full of mud now, it's covered our nice pebbled beach

Farewell to the fisheries, but life goes on


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