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A Dhòmhnaill Mhic a' Phì gun do Gheàrr Thu Ìne D' Òrdaig, 1970
Track ID : 36516
A piper called Donald MacPhee had the tip of a finger bitten off by his enemies. This pibroch song was composed by a friend, lamenting that he does not hear his pipe played on the moor.
Glendaruel Highlanders, 1970
Track ID : 36517
The 6/8 march 'Glendaruel Highlanders' sung in canntaireachd.
Iain Reòta a' cuideachadh nighean air an robh dìmeas ga dhèa..., 1970
Track ID : 36518
Jack Frost helped an ill-treated girl to survive the cold. A Harris man and his daughter went abroad to a cold country. The daughter was ill-treated by her foster mother. She sent the father out w...
Sgeulachd cnuasachaidh mu Bhiorachan Beag agus Biorachan Mòr..., September 1967
Track ID : 43493
A cumulative story about Biorachan Beag and Biorachan Mòr gathering nuts in the forest.
Sgeulachd mu ghobhar glas a dh'fhàg a minn agus mar a mheall..., September 1967
Track ID : 43534
Tale about a grey goat that left her kids and how a fox deceived them. A tale about a grey goat that left her kids in a bothy. She warned them not to open the door to any creature until she return...
Sgeulachd ghoirid mu chearc agus madadh-ruadh., September 1967
Track ID : 43535
A brief tale about a hen and a fox.
'S e Beàrnaraigh na Hearadh, September 1975
Track ID : 1579
This poem by Mrs Katherine Dix praises the island of Berneray, Harris. She gives details of why she composed it.
Gìgean agus Guaigean a' faighinn comhairle bho na h-eòin., September 1967
Track ID : 43537
Gìgean and Guaigean receive advice from the birds. The story of Gìgean and Guaigean trying to fetch water with a sieve. A seagull and a crow give them some advice.
Mar a thug maighstir air fear a bha a' spealadh obair a dhèa..., August 1968
Track ID : 44788
How a man who was employed to scythe grass was made to work faster by the master. There was a man who working for another man, scything grass. He was working very slowly. All he was given to eat w...
Mura Biodh an Àrd-doras, September 1975
Track ID : 1583
A satirical verse composed as if by a gun which had been allowed to rust.
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