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Fisher Row
Newmarket House
Fisher Row traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers
Newmarket House by R. S. Burns
Another song from the fishing community here, this time from the east coast of Scotland near Edinburgh.  The hero is a shellfish digger, probably on mussel beach (get it?)

Shellfish at one time were considered a great aphrodisiac; it was not unusual for young couples to eat twelve oysters each on a Saturday night and complain on Sunday that two didn't work.

Sadly for the couple in this song things do not go according to plan, for they and their sins are discovered by the church who promptly punishes them.

The tune at the end of this song is Newmarket House, a hornpipe by R. S. Burns.  Newmarket House was the name given to the officer's mess of the First Battalion Royal Scots in Benghazi in 1960.

LYRICS:

As I cam in by Fisher Row Musselburgh lay near me
I threw aff my mussel pyock and coorted wie my dearie
Up stairs doon stairs timmer stairs fear me
I thocht it lang tae lie my lane when I'm sae near ma dearie

Hud yer apron biddin doon the kirk would ne'er hae kent it
Word cam ricklin through the toon alas I canna mend it
Up stairs doon stair timmer stairs fear me
I thocht it lang tae lie my lane when I'm sae near ma dearie

Ye maun maunt the cutty stool and I maun maunt the pillar
That's the way the puir folks dae because the' haw nae sillar
Up stairs doon stairs timmer stairs fear me
I thocht it lang tae lie my lane when I'm sae near ma dearie


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