Why Scottish folk music is thriving – Getting jiggy with it

Meet the new traditionalists

ON A street of soot-stained sandstone, tucked behind Scotland’s National Museum, a door is thrown open and then pulled shut against the cold. A snatch of sound—chatter, strings and the strum of a guitar—hints at what cannot be seen through the fogged-up pub window. Inside, past the crowd of patrons, a group of young musicians huddles around a table and let music fly from their fingers.

There has been great interest in Scotland’s traditional arts in the 20 years since the creation of the country’s devolved Parliament and the folk-music scene, in particular, is thriving. Across the country at least 23,000 people have taken up the craft in schools, community bands and through education organisations such as Feis Rois and Feisean nan Gaidheal; more than 17,000 of the pupils are under the age of 18. Although government funding for folk music lags behind that given to opera and classical fare, Hands up for Trad, an advocacy group, and Creative Scotland, a public-funding body, have helped nurture a wealth of talent [ . . . ]

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Sandy Denny BBC interviews

1969 interview with John Peel

[Above] John Peel interviewing Sandy Denny, singer of Fairport Convention, broadcast on BBC Radio One from 27th December 1969. [Below] Sandy is interviewed on John Peel’s ‘Sounds on Sunday’ in January 1974 and also interviewed for BBC Manchester in 1974. Both interviews are to promote her album “Like an Old Fashioned Waltz”.

1972 “Tomorrow’s People” BBC
1974 with John Peel

Give us a tune “Ca’ the Yowes”

1789 lyrics Robert Burns


Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonie dearie.

Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Cluden’s woods amang,
Then a-fauldin let us gang,
My bonie dearie.

We’ll gae down by Cluden side,
Thro’ the hazels spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonie dearie.

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonie dearie.