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Thank you for being my "Pot of Gold" at the end of the Rainbow!
Sláinte,
Tress
Today's #"SlowAirSunday features the beautiful tune "Rowan Tree" and gorgeous landscape of the Fairy Glen on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. The Rowan tree that this tune is written about is steeped in Myth and Lore that is well known to those who live in Scotland. My first encounter with this sacred Tree was in 2012 and I quickly learned a few lessons about the Rowan from a local that I have adopted as my Highland Mum. These Tree's are planted near sacred places and are never to be cut down unless you want trouble from the Fae (Fairy Folk). You will see these beautiful tree's near Stone Circles, Sparkling waters and high in the Hilltops. The Berries may entice you to reach out and pick them....BUT trust me when I say, "DON'T PICK THE BERRIES!!!" You will thank me later for these words of warning. Just as an FYI the Berries you see me holding in my hand were found on the ground. :)
The Lore of the Rowan Tree:
The Rowan tree is one of the most sacred trees in Scottish folk tradition. Scottish tradition does not allow the use of the tree’s timber, bark, leaves or flowers, nor the cutting of these, except for sacred purposes under special conditions. Rowan is one of the trees associated with Saint Brighid, the Celtic patroness of the arts, healing, smithing, spinning and weaving. Spindles and spinning wheels were traditionally made of Rowan in Scotland and Ireland. Rowan trees planted near stone circles in Scotland were especially powerful. Scottish Fairies were said to hold their celebrations within stone circles protected by Rowan trees. Modern interpretations of the Celtic Ogham place Rowan, called Luis, as the sacred tree of February. In America, the Rowan is usually referred to as Mountain Ash. Most sources maintain that the word ‘Rowan’ is derived from the Norse word rune, which means charm or secret, and runa, which is Sanskrit for the magician. However according to Elizabeth Pepper, Rowan is a Scottish word, derived from the Gaelic rudha-an, which means ‘the red one’.
Ancient Bards considered the Rowan the ‘Tree of Bards’, bringing the gift of inspiration.
As a Bagpiper we are usually introduced to this tune along with a set of two other tunes; Scotland the Brave, Rowan Tree and Wings. These three tunes we learn as a new beginner Bagpiper joining the world of Pipe Bands and Competition.
History of the tune:
The Rowan Tree is a Scottish song written by Perthshire-born Lady Nairne (1766-1845), a song writer and collector of Scottish songs.
Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne), 1766-1845, wrote these song lyrics for the tune (the origin of which is unknown). Rowan Tree appeared in R. A. Smith's Scottish Minstrel (1822).
Lady Nairne was a song collector and wrote some of Scotland's best-known songs. Some of her songs and prose have been attributed to Robert Burns, Walter Scott or James Hogg.Tune Lyrics:
"Rowan Tree" By Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne)
Oh! rowan tree, oh! rowan tree,
Thou'lt aye be dear to me,
En twin'd thou art wi' mony ties
O' hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring,
Thy flow'rs the simmer's pride;
There was na sic a bonnie tree
In a' the countrie side.
Oh! rowan tree.
How fair wert thou in simmer time,
Wi' a' thy clusters white,
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi' berries red and bright.
On thy fair stem were mony names,
Which now nae mair I see;
But thy're engraven on my heart,
Forgot they ne'er can be.
Oh! rowan tree.
We sat aneath thy spreading shade,
The bairnies round thee ran,
They pu'd thy bonnie berries red,
And necklaces they strang;
My mither, oh! I see her still,
She smiled our sports to see,
Wi' little Jeanie on her lap,
And Jamie on her knee.
Oh!, rowan tree.
Oh! there arose my father's prayer
In holy evening's calm;
How sweet was then my mother's voice
In the Martyr's psalm!
Now a'are gane! We meet nae mair
Aneath the rowan tree,
But hallowed thoughts around thee
Turn o'hame and infancy.
Oh! rowan tree.
Filming by: Mukmuk Produkt
Recording by Tress Maksimuk
filmed on the Isle of Skye, Scotland
Fairy Glen
Thank you for being my "Pot of Gold" at the end of the Rainbow!
Sláinte,
Tress
Today's #"SlowAirSunday features the beautiful tune "Rowan Tree" and gorgeous landscape of the Fairy Glen on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. The Rowan tree that this tune is written about is steeped in Myth and Lore that is well known to those who live in Scotland. My first encounter with this sacred Tree was in 2012 and I quickly learned a few lessons about the Rowan from a local that I have adopted as my Highland Mum. These Tree's are planted near sacred places and are never to be cut down unless you want trouble from the Fae (Fairy Folk). You will see these beautiful tree's near Stone Circles, Sparkling waters and high in the Hilltops. The Berries may entice you to reach out and pick them....BUT trust me when I say, "DON'T PICK THE BERRIES!!!" You will thank me later for these words of warning. Just as an FYI the Berries you see me holding in my hand were found on the ground. :)
The Lore of the Rowan Tree:
The Rowan tree is one of the most sacred trees in Scottish folk tradition. Scottish tradition does not allow the use of the tree’s timber, bark, leaves or flowers, nor the cutting of these, except for sacred purposes under special conditions. Rowan is one of the trees associated with Saint Brighid, the Celtic patroness of the arts, healing, smithing, spinning and weaving. Spindles and spinning wheels were traditionally made of Rowan in Scotland and Ireland. Rowan trees planted near stone circles in Scotland were especially powerful. Scottish Fairies were said to hold their celebrations within stone circles protected by Rowan trees. Modern interpretations of the Celtic Ogham place Rowan, called Luis, as the sacred tree of February. In America, the Rowan is usually referred to as Mountain Ash. Most sources maintain that the word ‘Rowan’ is derived from the Norse word rune, which means charm or secret, and runa, which is Sanskrit for the magician. However according to Elizabeth Pepper, Rowan is a Scottish word, derived from the Gaelic rudha-an, which means ‘the red one’.
Ancient Bards considered the Rowan the ‘Tree of Bards’, bringing the gift of inspiration.
As a Bagpiper we are usually introduced to this tune along with a set of two other tunes; Scotland the Brave, Rowan Tree and Wings. These three tunes we learn as a new beginner Bagpiper joining the world of Pipe Bands and Competition.
History of the tune:
The Rowan Tree is a Scottish song written by Perthshire-born Lady Nairne (1766-1845), a song writer and collector of Scottish songs.
Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne), 1766-1845, wrote these song lyrics for the tune (the origin of which is unknown). Rowan Tree appeared in R. A. Smith's Scottish Minstrel (1822).
Lady Nairne was a song collector and wrote some of Scotland's best-known songs. Some of her songs and prose have been attributed to Robert Burns, Walter Scott or James Hogg.Tune Lyrics:
"Rowan Tree" By Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne)
Oh! rowan tree, oh! rowan tree,
Thou'lt aye be dear to me,
En twin'd thou art wi' mony ties
O' hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring,
Thy flow'rs the simmer's pride;
There was na sic a bonnie tree
In a' the countrie side.
Oh! rowan tree.
How fair wert thou in simmer time,
Wi' a' thy clusters white,
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi' berries red and bright.
On thy fair stem were mony names,
Which now nae mair I see;
But thy're engraven on my heart,
Forgot they ne'er can be.
Oh! rowan tree.
We sat aneath thy spreading shade,
The bairnies round thee ran,
They pu'd thy bonnie berries red,
And necklaces they strang;
My mither, oh! I see her still,
She smiled our sports to see,
Wi' little Jeanie on her lap,
And Jamie on her knee.
Oh!, rowan tree.
Oh! there arose my father's prayer
In holy evening's calm;
How sweet was then my mother's voice
In the Martyr's psalm!
Now a'are gane! We meet nae mair
Aneath the rowan tree,
But hallowed thoughts around thee
Turn o'hame and infancy.
Oh! rowan tree.
Filming by: Mukmuk Produkt
Recording by Tress Maksimuk
filmed on the Isle of Skye, Scotland
Fairy Glen
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