Fionnghuala
Fionnghuala's BothyThis is a traditional Scottish Gaelic song arranged by The Bothy Band. It appears on The Bothy Band’s second album Old Hag You Have Killed Me, released in 1976.
It’s a piece of mouth music originating from the Isle of Barra in the outer Hebrides, Scotland, credited to Calum Johnston of Barra. Irish musician Mícheál Ó Domhnaill from The Bothy Band collected this song from Calum Johnston.
From: Virginia Blankenhorn
Do you have any further information about this song? Edit this page and help us expand this section. ^closeHere’s the text as sung by Barra singer the late Calum Johnston on the School of Scottish Studies “Scottish Tradition” recording- more than likely the source used by the Bothy Band way back when.
All but the last line of the refrain consists of nonsense vocables based on the system known as “canntaireachd” that was developed in the highlands for the teaching of bagpiping. Calum Johnston himself was a wonderful piper.
Irish
English
The blacksmith said, "I'll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting
Chorus:
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal's bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal's bothies
I'd knock spots off the birds
I'd knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last
Chorus
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last
Chorus
I'd knock spots off the birds
I'd knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last
Chorus
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last
Chorus
The blacksmith said, "I'll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting
Chorus
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