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DRUMOAK TREE IS FAAIN DOON

By Drumoak P2/3/4


Drumoak tree is faain doon

Faain don, faain doon

Drumoak tree is faain doon

We’ll get squished

 

It is glowerin ower us

Ower us ower us

It is affa scary

 

Acorns bouncing aff oor heids

Aff oor heids, aff oor heids

EE ow ooo!

 

Twigs and branches brakin aff

Brakin aff, brakin aff

Landin on oor shooders

 

Time tae rin awa an hide

Awa an hide awa an hide

It’s crushin doon aaready

 

Time to tiptoe oot o here afore it lands on us

 

Someone better chap it doon

Chap it doon, chap it doon

Wi a muckle chain saw

 

Files yase a muckle aix?

Muckle aix, muckle aix

Tae chap it intae firewid

 

We need expert help

Expert help, expert help

Phone a tree surgeon

 

STAND BACK

 

NYEEEEEEE

 

TIMBERRRRRRR

 

Noo we hae a open space

Open space, open space

Fit tree will we pit there?

 

Birken, aik, ploom, rowan - (tables whisper and sound the words)


The dangerous tree in the old Drumoak Primary playground has fallen down since this song was written!



THE LAIRD O DRUM

 Tune: Where Gadie Rins

 By P2/3/4 Drumoak

 

A maiden wis sowin in the field

 Seeds o barley scatterin

 She saw the laird come walkin by

 Proud an charmingly


High or low, rich or no

 We’re aa Jock Tamson’s bairns


The sun wis shinin through the cloods

 The laird he said, ‘Whit a lovely day’

 ‘It’s affa fine an bonny tae’

 The quine replied quite shyly

  

They lookit intae each ither’s een

 Although the sun was sinkin doon

 Thochts o love come shinin through

‘Whaur can ah fund yer faither?'


He asked her faither for her hand

 The fairmer didnae understand

 'She could be yer servant at yer haa

 Helpin in the kitchen'


 'She must be treated equally

 I'm in love with her, you see

 I want her to marry me

 And learn to be the Lady o the Drum'


The laird's men wouldnae doff their hats

His new bride took nae mind o that

'High or low, we're aa the same

 We’re aa Jock Tamson’s bairns'


 When aa is said, an aa is done

 We’re aa Jock Tamson’s bairns


There is a very old ballad called the Laird O The Drum that tells the above true story. We have retold it in our words.