The lea rig

from by Sophie Janna

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about

I started singing folk after living in Edinburgh for a while. This song always reminds me of that period and the lovely people I met on the 'folkie trail' without whom I'd never have found this - thanks for everything Christopher Silver, Jack Foster, Carolyn Anona Scott, Frank Burkitt, Kara Filbey, Dave Gimble, Tom Harland.

The (Scots) lyrics are by Scottish poet Robert Burns and the version I loved listening to most of all was by the brilliant Karine Polwart. It might seem weird that a Dutch girl sings these at first difficult to understand words but actually, the Scots words are closer to the dialect of my youth than English words - and the theme too, since you wouldn't believe it but I worked the land of my grandfather's farm in my days (sunny days during holidays, I admit).

For this track we recorded me on mbira, which I had to held awkwardly onto the piano in which the microphones were hung - one of Nikó's brilliant ideas.

lyrics

When o'er the hill the Eastern star
Tells bughtin' time is near, my jo
And owsen frae the furrowed field
Return sae dowf and weary-o
Down by the burn the birken buds
With dew are hanging clear, my jo
I'll meet thee on the lea rig
My ain kind dearie-o

At midnight hour in mirkest glen
I'd rove and ne'er be eerie-o
If through the glen I gae tae thee
My ain kind dearie-o
Although the night were ne'er sae wild
And I were ne'er sae weary-o
I'll meet thee on the lea rig
My ain kind dearie-o

The hunter loves the morning sun
Tae rouse the mountain deer, my jo
At noon the fisher taks the glen
Adoon the burn to steer, my jo
Give me the hour of gloaming gray
It maks my heart sae cheery-o
Tae meet thee on the lea rig
My ain kind dearie-o

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from Laurels, released March 7, 2014

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