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Big Jimmy Drummond (Scottish Traveller Cant Song) (Roud No. 2157/2506) (1982) - Sung by Willie MacPhee, a Traveller of Blairgowrie, Perth. From the documentary "Gypsies Sing Long Ballads" (1982). Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/gypsies-sing-long-ballads
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Note about the film:
Scotland’s Travellers have lived outside mainstream society for more than 500 years. Although some of the Travelling People still live by the sides of roads, most live today in houses and are under pressure to abandon their culture. This film celebrates their traditional music, especially the long unaccompanied ballads that date back hundreds of years and have been handed down by memory through the generations.
Note by Kevin W.:
I was delighted to discover this video documentation of Scotland's greatest tradition bearers. The often poorly treated Scottish Travellers honor the memories of their ancestors through songs, music and storytelling. They are proud of their culture and kept old traditions alive for hundreds of years. Many of our most gifted traditional singers and storytellers are Travellers.
Scottish Travellers are an indigenous ethnic minority in Scotland who live or traditionally lived a nomadic lifestyle and for centuries were unfairly shunned by the settled population. For that reason the singing culture of the Travelling people had not been well documented before the 20th century when non-Travellers with an interest in folklore visited and befriended Travellers and started recording their songs, music and stories.
Song transcription:
A song in Scots traveller cant. A traveller man is caught stealing gannies (chickens) and is sentenced to jail leaving his mort (wife) and kenchens (children) to fend for themselves.
My name it is Big Jimmy Drummond,
My name I will never deny;
I will moud aa the gannies by dozens,
For there’ll be naebody there for tae tell.
Last night I lay in a cauld granzie,
Oh the night I lay in the cauld gaol,
An my mort an my kenchens are scattered,
An I dinna jan whaur they may be.
But if ever I dae go a-chouran,
I'll be sure for tae go by mysel;
I will moud aa the gannies by dozens,
And there’ll be naebody there for tae tell.
Traveller cant words:
moud = kill
gannies = chickens
granzie = barn
mort = wife
kenchens = children
chouran = stealing
Duncan Williamson, a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire also knew the song about Big Jimmy Drummond but rarely sang it because he considered it to bring bad luck.
Duncan can be heard singing it here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AGUYOZUILMQMD58H
I found an article on cant here:
aura.abdn.ac.uk/bitstream/handle/2164/18406/McKean_Multi_layered_Traditiones_vor.pdf
Big Jimmy Drummond (Scottish Traveller Cant Song) (Roud No. 2157/2506) (1982) - Sung by Willie MacPhee, a Traveller of Blairgowrie, Perth. From the documentary "Gypsies Sing Long Ballads" (1982). Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/gypsies-sing-long-ballads
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Note about the film:
Scotland’s Travellers have lived outside mainstream society for more than 500 years. Although some of the Travelling People still live by the sides of roads, most live today in houses and are under pressure to abandon their culture. This film celebrates their traditional music, especially the long unaccompanied ballads that date back hundreds of years and have been handed down by memory through the generations.
Note by Kevin W.:
I was delighted to discover this video documentation of Scotland's greatest tradition bearers. The often poorly treated Scottish Travellers honor the memories of their ancestors through songs, music and storytelling. They are proud of their culture and kept old traditions alive for hundreds of years. Many of our most gifted traditional singers and storytellers are Travellers.
Scottish Travellers are an indigenous ethnic minority in Scotland who live or traditionally lived a nomadic lifestyle and for centuries were unfairly shunned by the settled population. For that reason the singing culture of the Travelling people had not been well documented before the 20th century when non-Travellers with an interest in folklore visited and befriended Travellers and started recording their songs, music and stories.
Song transcription:
A song in Scots traveller cant. A traveller man is caught stealing gannies (chickens) and is sentenced to jail leaving his mort (wife) and kenchens (children) to fend for themselves.
My name it is Big Jimmy Drummond,
My name I will never deny;
I will moud aa the gannies by dozens,
For there’ll be naebody there for tae tell.
Last night I lay in a cauld granzie,
Oh the night I lay in the cauld gaol,
An my mort an my kenchens are scattered,
An I dinna jan whaur they may be.
But if ever I dae go a-chouran,
I'll be sure for tae go by mysel;
I will moud aa the gannies by dozens,
And there’ll be naebody there for tae tell.
Traveller cant words:
moud = kill
gannies = chickens
granzie = barn
mort = wife
kenchens = children
chouran = stealing
Duncan Williamson, a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire also knew the song about Big Jimmy Drummond but rarely sang it because he considered it to bring bad luck.
Duncan can be heard singing it here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AGUYOZUILMQMD58H
I found an article on cant here:
aura.abdn.ac.uk/bitstream/handle/2164/18406/McKean_Multi_layered_Traditiones_vor.pdf


![The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) (Fragment) - Recited, then sung by Regina Jeannie Robertson (Mrs. Jean Higgins), Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Recorded by Jean Ritchie and her husband George Pickow for the BBC on 1953-11-28.
Note by Kevin W.:
Jeannie Robertson did not have a tune for the ballad until she heard Jean Ritchie sing her version of it for her. Jeannie said that as a child she heard it recited, not sung, from relatives in Pertshire, Scotland. The verses she recites recall the ones remembered by Charlotte Higgins of Blairgowrie, Perthshire.
Notes by Jean Ritchie on the Mudcat.org forum:
I got other verses from Jeannie Robertson when we met in 1952, and she said the first two verses like a poetry, and I told her to try singing them, as they were actually the first two verses of her Four Maries. She couldnt believe it at first, tried it, then finally it fit. She was so happy!
Yes, the 1953 recording of Jeannie Robertson was done by myself and my husband George Pickow, towards the end of my Fulbright year in the British Isles and Northern Ireland (or as we say at home, England, Scotland and Ireland). Hamish Henderson was along as friend, guide, and collector with us on behalf of his University.
Song transcription to be corrected:
A knock came tae the kitchen door,
It soonded through aa the room,
That Marie Hamilton had a ween
Tae the highest man in the toon,
Whaur is the ween ye had last nicht?
Whaur is the ween, I say?
They looked high and they looked low,
And they looked below the bed,
And there they found the dear wee ween,
Laying in a pool o blood.
...
Sink ye, or swim ye, yell get nae mair frae me.
Oh rise, Mary Hamilton, and come alang wi me.
This day yere gaun tae Edinborough toon,
A rich weddin for tae see.
...
...
She went up the tall booth stair,
And the heels did click o her sheen,
[And she was smiling,]
When she came doon again,
The tears did blind her ee,
For she was condemned tae dee. The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TqjBXaO-Pbw/mqdefault.jpg)



![Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen
Young Johnston and the Young Colonel / Young Johnstone (Child No. 88) - Sung by Cathie MacQueen, a Traveller at Pitlochry, Moulin, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned it from her grandparents and parents. Recorded by Dr. Linda Williamson on November 22th, 1975.
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/39283?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Cathie MacQueens song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Note by Kevin W.:
This is really, really good. I never expected to hear such a full version of this beautiful ballad. The episode with Glengyle Ive never heard before. Betsy Whytes version didnt have it, Jessie MacDonalds didnt have it, and neither did Prof. Childs texts.
Song transcription:
Johnston and the Young Colonel
Was drinking high at wine.
You will marry my sister
And I will marry thine.
[Oh no, oh no, says the Young Colonel
Such a thing can never be.
Ill keep her as my housekeeper
When I come oer the lea.] *
Now Johnston had a small penknife
He wore down by his side,
He thrust it in the Young Colonel
An neer a word (he spoke) more.
Then he looked all around with a tearful eye
To see if anyone eyed him
But who should he spy but the Young Glengyle
With the wind his clothing flying.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Or (in) pieces I will break it
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And you have done it falsely.
Oh yield your sword, Glengyle, he says
Do not make me kill you
Though I have killed the Young Colonel
I have not done it falsely.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Dont like a dog destice(?) me
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And Ive come it to see.
Oh twice Johnston thrust and twice he missed
And twice he could have slain him
But he thrust it through the Young Colonel (Glengyle)
No longer hed detain him.
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Where man or bird shall hide him
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Its there he left him dying.
He mounted up his milk white steed
Rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his sister Ann
And there alighted he.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh sister dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Make haste and dont waste time
If you have killed that Young Colonel
Youre no dear brother of mine.
He mounted up his milk white steed
And rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his true loves abode
And he tinkled at the pin.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Margaret dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And your own dear brother is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Come in and take a sleep
What care I for the Young Colonel
When your own dear body is mine.
They were nor through nor up the stairs,
No time to take a sleep
When four and twenty belted knights
Came charging at the gate.
Oh did you see a bloody knight
For he was just taking this way
Were after him both day and night
For free he must not be.
[Bloody was his hawk, he said
And bloody was his hound,
And bloody was his milk white steed
That carried him oer the lea.] *
My parlors full of gentlemen
My barns full of hay
I have not seen no bloody knight
Ive no room for him to stay.
Alight, alight, dear gentlemen,
And have some bread and wine.
If you flew so swiftly oer the lea
Hes passed the bridge o Tyne.
Oh thank you for your bread, my dear
And thank you for your wine,
But I would give all broad Scotland
That your own dear body was mine.
Arise, arise, oh dear Johnston
Arise and breast(?) no more
For theres four and twenty belted knights
A-seeking you at my door.
For Johnston drew his good broad sword,
That lay down by his side,
And he thrust it through his own true love
And she dropped down to the floor.
Oh Johnston, dear, what have you done
Youd no (need) to kill me
For I had given you all my fathers land
And all my mothers fee.
Oh live, oh live, oh dear true love,
Oh live for one more hour.
And theres not a leech in all the land
That Ill have at your bower
Oh Johnston dear, how can I live
Even for one hour
Cant you see that my true hearts blood
Goes trickling oer the floor.
Oh Margaret dear, what have I done
For true this cannot be
Id rather die along with you
As part once more from thee.
So its in he pierced his own true heart
And fell down by her side
And clutching his true love in his arms
Thats how they both have died.
* Cathie missed these two verses when singing it but recited them in the conversation after. Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/VvPKoWW5gEY/mqdefault.jpg)



