Folk Radio – Ep128 “A Festive Winter Mix”

A festive mix feat. Olivia Chaney, Steve Tilston, Anne Briggs, Bert Jansch, Dick Gaughan, Coope, Boyes & Simpson, Jean Ritchie, Martin Carthy and more.

My first festive mix of the year featuring Olivia Chaney, Steve Tilston, Anne Briggs, Bert Jansch, Dick Gaughan, Lady Maisery and Jimmy Aldridge & Sid Goldsmith, Coope, Boyes & Simpson, Martha Tilston, Jean Ritchie, Blind Boy Grunt (Bob Dylan)/Richard Fariña/Eric Von Schmidt, Nadia Cattouse, Jethro Tull, Johnny Cunningham, Susan McKeown & Aidan Brennan, Martin Carthy (with June Tabor), Richard Thompson, Chris Wood, Ewan McCall and Peggy Seeger, Lal Waterson, Bernard Wrigley and David Strawbridge & Tim Laycock.


  1. Olivia Chaney – Waxwing
  2. Steve Tilston – Roving on a Winter’s Night
  3. Anne Briggs – Fire And Wine
  4. Bert Jansch – The January Man
  5. Dick Gaughan – The Snows They Melt The Soonest
  6. Lady Maisery and Jimmy Aldridge & Sid Goldsmith – Winter Berries
  7. Lady Maisery and Jimmy Aldridge & Sid Goldsmith – The Old Churchyard
  8. Coope, Boyes & Simpson – The Meadowhall Carol
  9. Martha Tilston – Winter Flowers
  10. Jean Ritchie – Wintergrace
  11. Blind Boy Grunt/Richard Fariña/Eric Von Schmidt – Xmas Island
  12. Nadia Cattouse – Red & Green Christmas
  13. Jethro Tull – First Snow in Brooklyn
  14. Johnny Cunningham, Susan McKeown & Aidan Brennan – A Christmas Childhood
  15. Johnny Cunningham, Susan McKeown & Aidan Brennan – My Singing Bird
  16. John Kirkpatrick – Wassail
  17. Martin Carthy – Hunting The Cutty Wren (w/ June Tabor)
  18. Richard Thompson – The Snow Goose
  19. Chris Wood – Turtle Soup
  20. Ewan McCall and Peggy Seeger – Moving on Song
  21. Lal Waterson – Christmas Is Now Drawing Near at Hand
  22. Bernard Wrigley – The Wassail Song
  23. David Strawbridge & Tim Laycock – The Humstrum

Photo by Toa Heftiba

Source: Folk Show – Episode 128 (a Festive Winter Mix)

Dick Gaughan sings Burns’ “Westlin Winds”

Dick Gaughan’s classic version of Robert Burns song

And the moon shines bright, as I rove by night,
To muse upon my charmer.

This is one of Burns earliest songs, although he revised it later for publication. Written in 1775 at the time of Burns’ infatuation with Peggy Thomson of Kirkoswald.

`I spent my seventeenth summer,’ he wrote in his autobiographical letter to Dr Moore in August 1787, `on a smuggling [coast] a good distance from home at a noted school, to learn Mensuration, Surveying, Dialling, etc … I went on with a high hand in my Geometry; till the sun entered Virgo, a month which is always a carnival in my bosom, a charming Fillette who lived next door to the school overset my Trigonometry, and set me off on a tangent from the sphere of my studies.’

Later, he tried out a modification of this early song in honour of Jean Armour; no known copy survives. Going back to the same song, Burns then sent a version which has a number of Scots words in place of the original English diction to be printed in `The Scots Musical Museum’ (vol. iv, 1792, no. 351). Unusually for a love-song, `Now westlin winds’ includes four lines of protest against the `slaught’ring guns’ of sportsmen (ll 21-4). [source: Robert Burns’ poems and songs]


Tune: I had a horse, I had nae mair

   Now westlin winds, and slaught’ring guns                     western

      Bring Autumn’s pleasant weather;

   The moorcock springs on whirring wings,

      Amang the blooming heather:

   Now waving grain, wide o’er the plain,

      Delights the weary farmer;

   And the moon shines bright, as I rove by night,

      To muse upon my charmer.

   The paitrick lo’es the fruitfu fells;                      partridge

      The plover lo’es the mountains;

   The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;

      The soaring hern the fountains:                             heron

   Thro lofty groves, the cushat roves,                          pigeon

      The path o man to shun it;

   The hazel bush o’erhangs the thrush,

      The spreading thorn the linnet.

   Thus ev’ry kind their pleasure find,

      The savage and the tender;

   Some social join, and leagues combine;

      Some solitary wander:

   Avaunt, away, the cruel sway!

      Tyrannic man’s dominion!

   The sportsman’s joy, the murd’ring cry,

      The flutt’ring, gory pinion!

   But Peggy dear, the ev’ning’s clear,

      Thick flies the skimming swallow;

   The sky is blue, the fields in view,

      All fading-green and yellow:

   Come let us stray our gladsome way,

      And view the charms of Nature;

   The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,

      And ilka happy creature.                                    every

   We’ll gently walk, and sweetly talk,

      While the silent moon shines clearly;

   I’ll clasp thy waist, and fondly prest,

      Swear how I lo’e thee dearly:

   Not vernal show’rs to budding flow’rs,

      Not Autumn to the farmer,

   So dear can be, as thou to me,

      My fair, my lovely charmer!