Julie Fowlis in Milton Keynes November 2017
Unusual words 11 Philibeg or Filibeg
Not seasonal still obscure
Whether he or the others were drinking
There would still be plenty on the table.
chorus:
The drink would be in my love's hand
Here's to the health of the chief
The drink would be in my love's hand
A boat was seen on the waves
and the red hand at the helm
I saw it passing through the straits
with a clump of heather on the sail-yard
You who saw her out at sea
Bless the fair ship and her crew
Bless her high masts and her equipment
Her moorings and her sails
Though I am here in Coll
I long to go to Rhum
And from there to Uist
Were I to get my wish.
Julie Fowlis Live


Foowlisness
(Indulge me, hey?)
Who'll give a bonnet more?
Do you wanna see it there?
Did you getta bonnet, Jenny?
Can you lick an aura?
Bonnet jelly cull,
Barn and a bull,
And your cars are Eurovision
Spar, Spar in a walled barn.
Or is it Gaelic and
Hùg air a' bhonaid mhòir
Cuiribh oirre 's leigibh leatha
Tuilleadh air a' bhonaid eile
Chan eil leth gu leòr oirre
[Celebrate the great bonnet
Add to it, leave it alone
More on the other bonnet
There's not half enough on it]
Bhonaid a bh' aig Dòmhnall Bàn
Ann an Bothalam na tàmh
Bha i uiread ris an spàrr
B' àird' i na lòban [2]
[Donald Ban's bonnet
Is to be found in Bothalam
It was as high as the roof joist
Higher than the corn-stack frame]
If so minded, why not try for the later part (less close to Fowlis own words)
Barber with a mighty hammer
Did a scissor cut
Barber with a mighty hammer
Nicked Uhura
Peppermint, bring them back
And peel em with a scissor cut
Peppermint, bring them back
And try to be Uhura
Hùg Air A' Bhonaid Mhòir
"Celebrate the great bonnet". I'm obviously in a folk phase at present. I find this spell binding stuff. (PS This is recent footage - in case you're wondering)

