Ian Grant's Music.
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T:MARCH
L:1/8
M:6/8
Q:1/4=120
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T:Donnie McLeod of Scourie
S:Composer
C:Ian Grant Sept.2003
R:March
M:6/8
L:1/8
K:Hp
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FAREWELL TO IAIN GRANT (September 2003)
Numb was how I felt
When first I heard the news
So I went up to Sandy Bells
Because I had to pay my dues
There were many gathered round
To tell you all their names I cant
But theyd come to say farewell
To Iain Grant
He was the maestro of the moothie
Hed sook an blaw a day
Wi his pipe and dram before him
For hours and hours hed play
There were many gathered round
To tell you all their names I cant
But theyd come to say farewell
To Iain Grant
He twirled those moothies roon and roon
He was like a man possessed
Then hed take a few puffs on his pipe
Just to gie himsel a rest
There were many gathered round
To tell you all their names I cant
But theyd come to say farewell
To Iain Grant
He welcomed all us youngsters
With a twinkle in his eye
And if you played the tune too fast
Hed shout out, Wheres the fire?
There were many gathered round
To tell you all their names I cant
But theyd come to say farewell
To Iain Grant
We thank you for your marches
And your airs that did enchant
And the jigs and reels you played for us
Our dear friend Iain Grant
There were many gathered round
To tell you all their names I cant
But theyd come to say farewell
To Iain Grant
Tom McAweaney 30.09.03
X:1 T:FAREWELL TO IAIN GRANT C:T.McAweaney Sept.2003 S:Composer R:Song M:4/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=78 K:D< G>G GF E2 DE|F2 F>E D2 EF|G>G GF E2 DE |F2 F>E D2 EF| G2 GG B B2 B|A2 A>G F2 DE|F>F GF E>D FE|D8 |]