Track byJimmy Shand And His Band
I've roamed by Tweed, I've roamed by Tay By border Nith and Highland Spey But dearer far to me than they The braes o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie When blade and blossoms sprout in spring And bid the burdies wag the wing They blithely bob and soar and sing At the foot o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie When simmer cleeds the varied scene Wi' licht o' gowd and leaves o' green I fain would be where oft I've been At the foot o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie When autumn's yellow sheaf is shorn And barn-yards stored wi' stooks o' corn 'Tis blythe to climb the Clyack horn At the foot o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie When winter winds blaw sharp and shrill O'er icy burn and sheeted hill The inglenook is gleesome still At the foot o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie Though few to welcome me remain Though all I loved be dead and gone I'll back, though, I should live alane To the foot o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie Gin I were where Gadie rins Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins At the back o' Bennachie