SOMETHING IN US NEVER DIES

by Laurie Cameron

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1.
The Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where Comyns ance had high command. When shall I see that honour'd land, That winding stream I love so dear! Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here! How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom; And sweetly spread thy sloping dales, Where lambkins wanton through the broom. Tho' wandering now must be my doom, Far from thy bonie banks and braes, May there my latest hours consume, Amang the friends of early days! Tho' wandering now must be my doom, Far from thy bonie banks and braes, May there my latest hours consume, Amang the friends of early days!
2.
When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle, Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle: When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle, Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle. When the vanquish'd foe sues for peace and quiet, To the shade we'll go, and in love enjoy it: When the vanquish'd foe sues for peace and quiet, To the shade we'll go, and in love enjoy it. Mount and go, mount and make you ready, Mount and go, Mount and go, mount and make you ready, Mount and go, and be the Captain's lady.
3.
Fetch to me a pint o' wine, Fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go, A service to my bonie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith; And loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave Trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears ranked ready: Shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and bloody; It's not the roar o' sea or shore, That make me longer wish to tarry! Nor shouts o' war heard afar- It's leaving thee
4.
Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, Long may your elbow jink and diddle, To cheer you thro' the weary widdle O' worldly cares; Till bains' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld grey hairs. Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, Long may your elbow jink and diddle, To cheer you thro' the weary widdle O' this wild world O' this wild world O' this wild world O' this wild world Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, Long may your elbow jink and diddle, To cheer you thro' the weary widdle O' this wild world Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, Long may your elbow jink and diddle, To cheer you thro' the weary widdle O' worldly cares; Till bains' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld grey hairs.
5.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man? Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man: Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man.
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God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be
7.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
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HONEST MAN 04:04
An honest man here lies at rest, As e’er God with His image blest: The friend of man, the friend of truth; The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, Few heads with knowledge so inform’d: If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.
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This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ardent eyes, complexion sallow, Adjust the unimpair'd machine, To wheel the equal, dull routine. What did yesternight deliver? "Another year has gone for ever." What's this day's strong suggestion? "The passing moment's all we rest on!" Rest on-for what? what do we here? Why regard the passing year? Will Time, amus'd with proverb'd lore, Add to our date one minute more? A few days may-a few years must- Repose us in the silent dust. Then, is it wise to damp our bliss? Yes-all such reasonings are amiss! The voice of Nature loudly cries, And many a message from the skies, That something in us never dies: That on his frail, uncertain state, Hang matters of eternal weight: That future life in worlds unknown Must take its hue from this alone; Whether as heavenly glory bright, Or dark as Misery's woeful night. Something in us never dies Another year has gone forever Repose us in the silent dust Something in us never dies Another year has gone forever Something in us never dies Repose us in the silent dust

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'Something In Us Never Dies' is a collection of modern reinterpretations of poems, songs and letters written by Robert Burns in the 18th century, set to new and original music.

“Laurie’s take on the words of Robert Burns gives new life to an old master. Modern, atmospheric production and beautiful vocals make for a gorgeous lens through which to view his work. An album to sink deep in to” (Roddy Hart, BBC Radio Scotland)

BONUS: Along with your purchase you will receive a digital download of the lyrics booklet, featuring all the original poems and Laurie's songs versions. This can also be sent to you by email on request.

*Physical CD's currently unavailable, but will return soon!*

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released January 24, 2020

Words by Robert Burns.
Original arrangements by Laurie Cameron, with Ross Lorimer and Rod Jones.
Vocals by Laurie Cameron, with Ross Lorimer.
Produced, recorded and mixed by Rod Jones, mastered by Kris Pohl, Post Electric Studio, Edinburgh.
Track 7 recorded by Marshall Craigmyle, Light Rail Studios, San Francisco, and Rod Jones at Post Electric Studio, Edinburgh.
Artwork by Donald Cameron.

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