Everywhere We Go song - we come frae Bonny Auchenblae

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Auchenblae (Scottish Gaelic: Achadh nam Blàth) is a village in the Kincardine and Mearns area of Aberdeenshire, formerly in Kincardineshire, Scotland. It is featured in Lewis Grassic Gibbon's novel, Sunset Song. The name is a derivation from the Gaelic for "Field of Flowers" possibly due to the growing of flax in bygone times. The village was known for its weavers, a distillery and the annual Paldie's Fair horse market. The parish church on the opposite side of the Luther Water was built as Fordoun Parish Church on a site known as Kirkton of Fordoun, a religious site since the 7th century. St Palladius died and was reputedly buried here.  There is a Pictish cross slab, the Fordoun Stone, in the kirk's vestibule. In the graveyard is the ancient ruin of St Palladius' Chapel and there is a memorial to Scotland's first Protestant martyr George Wishart, born at Mains of Pittarrow in the old parish of Fordoun and burnt at the stake by Cardinal Beaton in St Andrews.

Someone from Auchenblae is referred to as an Auchenblaesian.

 

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AH’VE BEEN IN AUCHENBLAE (Doon the Brae)


We love to stay in Auchenblae x 2


P2

Ah’ve been east an ah’ve been west

Ah’ve been in Auchenblae

Doon in the Den, wi aa oor friends

That’s where we love to play

 

Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray!

 

Ah’ve been east an ah’ve been west

Ah’ve been on the Flying Fox

 He waved his great big Dumbo ears

An blew aff aa oor socks

 

Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray!


P1

Oot o school an doon the brae

An left alang Kintore

Past the Old Post Office

And the cars that roar


Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray! 


Then turn left, go doon the brae

That’s where ye’ll find the Den

Climb aboard the Pirate Ship

You’ll teeter-totter then


Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray!

 

P3/4

Quick an quiet, sly an stealthy

Up the muckle fort

Up the ladder trolls are waitin

Mind ye don’t get caught


Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray!


Trolls are ugly, green an mean

Scary an unclean

If they catch ye ye’ll regret it

“Doon an start again”


Doon the brae, an up the brae, an doon the brae, we play – Hurray!


We love to stay in Auchenblae x lots of times