I imagined that the view from outside was similar to the way the highlands would look. There were mountains all around us, but at the same times the sky was wide. There were all sorts of trees too, and the air was easy to breath. Even the wind felt nice on my skin. As I looked around me the song "My heart is in the highlands" started playing in my head. The version of that song I learned is the pur version, so I also know the song in scottish gaelic. It was a nice lunch.
| Gaelic Chorus] Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, Chan eil i mu Dheas, Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, air toir nan dàmh clis. A' ruagach nan aighean, 's a'leantainn nan grèidh, Ged dh'fhaigainn a' Ghàidhealtachd, is ann tha mo dhèidh. [1] Farewell tae the Highlands, farewell tae the North The birthplace of valor, the country of Worth. Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands forever I love. [Chorus] My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasin' the deer. A-chasin' the wild deer and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. [2] Farewell tae the mountains, high covered with snow Farewell tae the straths and green valleys below. Farewell tae the forests and wild hanging woods, Farewell tae the torrents and loud pouring floods. [Gaelic Chorus] Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, Chan eil i mu Dheas, Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, air toir nan dàmh clis. A' ruagach nan aighean, 's a'leantainn nan grèidh, Ged dh'fhaigainn a' Ghàidhealtachd, is ann tha mo dhèidh. [Chorus] My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasin' the deer. A-chasin' the wild deer and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. [Chorus (coda with alternating voices)] My heart's in the Highlands, Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, My heart's in the Highlands, Tha mo chridhe 'sa Ghàidhealtachd, My heart's in the Highlands...! |
[Gaelic Chorus] Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk, xChahn yale ee moo yess, Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk, Air torr nahn DAHV khleesh. Ah roo-gackh nahn AY-yun, Sa-a lyan-tee-een nahn GRAY, Ge-et GHA-geen a Ghay-ul-tuKHk, iss awn ha muh yay. (Jordon Pond Maine) [Gaelic Chorus] Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk, xChahn yale ee moo yess, Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk, Air torr nahn DAHV khleesh. Ah roo-gackh nahn AY-yun, Sa-a lyan-tee-een nahn GRAY, Ge-et GHA-geen a Ghay-ul-tuKHk, iss awn ha muh yay. Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk, Ha muh Khree-ya sah Ghay-ul-tuKHk |
We also went to a folk song festival. There were all kinds of folk music from all over the world, and they were playing all night. When we got there they were playing songs from apalachia which sound alot like scottish folk songs with a little bit of american country mixed in, and a lot more banjo and fiddle. There was an old guy clogging (a dance with irish and scottish roots), and buck dancing by the singers. While I waited in line for some food, I noticed a guy wearing a kilt, and you know that just made my night. There were also alot of booths set up at the festival, which was fun. We also went to a bunch of shops at bar harbor (ba-ha-ba as the locals call it) At one of the shops we went to I found Scottish breakfast tea, and loving both anything Scottish, and tea, you know I had to get it. Along with the tea I got some Wild blueberry honey in a small, cute container. I should have gotten one of those honey dispenser sticks too, because a spoon doesn't fit in the container, but it was like ten dollars! The honey is delicious, sweeter than wild flower honey. I haven't tried the tea yet, but I probably will today. I also got a hair barret at another shop. The design on it is a silver braid, and I love it. The only problem is getting it on my head, I can do other peoples hair, sure, but my own is a bit of a challenge.
Alot of Scottish people live in the North, people tend to migrate to places that they are used to. Maine, Canada, new hampshire, massachusetts, those places have some mountains, similar weather, oceans, all the stuff that Scotland does. Appalachia=mountains, so alot went there too. Its funny when you hear the scottish music from nova scotia and they are talking about how they miss Scotland. There is a song called "caledonia" like that, and in the song someone says "if I were to become a stranger, know that it would make me more than sad, Caledonia has been everything I've ever had. It makes me think about my family when they came here. I know my Great grandma Margaret Duncan, she left her husband because he wouldnt come with her. Margaret had a scottish accent and would say "There is a moose in the hoose" instead of "there is a mouse in the house." She sang "Roaming in the gloaming" constantly in her nursing home. She told my mother I had beautiful hair. The one thing that Margaret Duncan never did was go back to Scotland, and I wonder if she ever missed it.
I for one, would miss my home terribly if I left. I would miss the scent in the air, the plants, the way thesun shines, everything. It seems to me that alot of people who immigrate to a new country spend the rest of their lives trying to get used to it, and missing their old countries. The cycle doesn't really end until the grandchildren it seems. If Margaret knew "My hearts in the highlands" I wonder if she would have sung it too when looking at something that looks especially scottish.
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