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BOYNE Golf’s Doon Brae and Back Yaird to Open Summer 2025

Short course and Himalayan-style putting course highlight the re-imagination with new golf attractions at The Highlands and Michigan’s Magnificent 11 BOYNE Golf, one of North America’s largest golf resort destinations located in Northern Michigan, announces its new par-3 short course Doon Brae, and the Back Yaird, a Himalayan-style putting course, will open in the summer of 2025. Located behind…

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Music of TURN

Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon

2.03: False Flag

I've said it before multiple times, but this is just such a beautiful cover of this song. For a refresher, the song is based off a true story of a woman who was seduced and then abandoned, in essence, a story of betrayal.

Which makes the scene where it opens so powerful, where Washington sets the letter on fire before slamming the table in anger. The betrayal of generals and the way Ben "violated the law and committed treason" (in Sackett's words). It works so well before switching to the Woodhulls.

The way Richard looks to Abe after learning he's 'spying' for Hewlett in New York. I wouldn't say it's betrayal, but very much a sense of deception that Abe kept this from him.

Set it Right

2.10: Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot

"Mama take the wool out from your eyes" just has so many meanings to go with it in the scene. Ben learning that Washington believed him all along but kept the plan in secret. (Which don't do that to your head of intelligence). You have Washington having a renewed faith in Ben. Obviously Lee's plot falling apart as Washington sets the battle right. And even more so, Washington later on setting the record right with Ben after multiple episodes of conflict between them.

To add on, the tone of the music is very 'American.' In a sense that when you hear it, you just think America. Lots of open fifths, a lot of strings, but used in a more 'rustic' sense, especially in the beginning. And then the tone of the singer's voice. I am in no means have knowledge of vocal performance so if this is wrong, let me know.

And then it ends perfectly with the surrender/Washington theme as we see the patriots celebrating and fading out with Washington.

[dry-valleys]

Gie me a Border burn That canna rin without a turn, And wi’ its bonnie babble fills The glens amang oor native hills. How men that ance have ken’d aboot it Can leeve their after lives withoot it I canna tell, for day and nicht It comes unca’d for to my sicht. I see’t this moment, plain as day, As it comes bickerin’ owre the brae, Atween the clumps o’ purple heather, Glistenin’ in the summer weather, Syne divin’ in below the grun’, Where, hidden frae the sicht and sun, It gibbers like a deid man’s ghost That clamours for the licht it’s lost, Till oot again the loupin’ limmer, Comes dancin’ doon through shine and shimmer At heidlang pace, till wi’ a jaw It jumps the rocky waterfa’, And cuts sic cantrips in the air, The picter-pentin’ man’s despair; A row’ntree bus’ oot ower the tap o’t, A glassy pule to kep the lap o’t, While on the brink the blue harebell Keeks ower to see its bonnie sel’. And sittin’ chirpin’ a’ its lane A water-waggy on a stane. Ay, penter lad, thraw to the wund Your canvas, this is holy grund: Wi’ a’ its highest airt acheevin’, That picter’s deed, and this is leevin.

JB Selkirk

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#Robert Burns „Ye Banks and Braes O Bonnie Doon“💙🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🎵

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Poem of the Day 23 January 2024

THE BANKS O' DOON BY ROBERT BURNS

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o' care?

Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons through the flowering thorn;Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed—never to return.

Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate;For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wistna o' my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine;And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And, fondly, sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pou'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;And my fause luver stole my rose, But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

[scotianostra]

On 12th April 1941, Scottish poet, Charles Murray died at Banchory, Aberdeenshire.

Though easily the best known and most popular Scots poet of the period from 1910 till the 1960s, Charles Murray’s literary output was modest. Though there was nothing amateur in his approach to his poetry, Murray was not a professional literary man and had to compose in the time he could spare from a busy working life first as prospector and mine manager, then as a senior colonial civil servant, in the newly created Union of South Africa.

In 1969, twenty-eight years after Murray’s death, poems which had not appeared in book form during his lifetime were published as The Last Poems, with Preface and Notes by Alexander Keith.

Finally in 1979, Murray’s friend, the novelist Nan Shepherd, edited Hamewith: the complete poems of Charles Murray. These publications were supported by the Charles Murray Memorial Fund.

Misfits

I've kent auld dominies wi' little skill o' teachin'

When put aneth the soundin' board show eloquence divine;

An' richt learn'd ministers nae worth a doit at preachin',

An' middlin' tradesmen, wonderfu' at gien oot the line.

Sometimes a Genius sets a bonny lowin' flame

Aneth the bushe'l in a neuk, lest it should stop the flails;

Whiles feet that should hae trod up the brae that leads to fame,

Gae trailin' weary doon a fur ahin' the ousen tails.

Now sirs, can ye explain why square pins sae aft are set

To fill roun' holes? Ye dinna ken? That brings menae surprise

For here I'm jamm'd sae ticht, where some other man would fit,

An' he is rattlin' in a place that's just my very size.

But bide till my corners are ance a wee bit worn,

An' I can turn as free as those wha think I shouldna try,

Syne mony wha look doon upon me now wi' scorn,

When speer'd at gin they ken o' me, will proudly answer, Aye.

Read more about the poet here, all in Doric, of course, you can also listen to his words as they are meant to be spoken.  https://www.thedoric.scot/charles-murray.html

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Boyne Golf's Doon Brae and Back Yaird To Open Summer 2025

Short course and Himalayan-style putting course highlight new golf attractions at The Highlands and Michigan’s Magnificent 11

BOYNE Golf’s Doon Brae and Back Yaird to Open Summer 2025 Short course and Himalayan-style putting course highlight the reimagination with new golf attractions at The Highlands and Michigan’s Magnificent 11 BOYNE Golf, one of North America’s largest golf resort destinations located in Northern Michigan, announces its new par-3 short course Doon Brae, and the Back Yaird, a Himalayan-style…

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Robert Burns - 'The Banks O' Doon' or 'Ye Banks and Braes'

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chaunt, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care. Ye’ll break my heart, ye warbling birds That wanton through the flowery thorn, Ye mind me o’ departed joys, Departed, never to return. * Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the rose and woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o’ its love, And fondly sae…

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Repertoire of Burns tunes for the bagpipe

A

Ae Fond Kiss

A Man’s a Man ( For A’ That )

Auld Lang Syne

Bonnie Gallowa'

the Bonnie Hoose o' Airlie

the Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie

Brose & Butter - 9/8

C

Comin' thru the Rye ( a.k.a. gin a Body meet a Body )

Corn Riggs ( -are Bonnie )

D

Duncan Gray (Rob Roy)

G

Green Grow the Rashes, O

J

John Anderson, my Jo

John Barleycorn

Johnnie Cope

K

Kenmure’s on and Awa, Willie

Killiecrankie

L

Leezy Lindsay - Burns

M

A Man's a Man for A' That -

My Love is But a Lassie Yet – Burns

My love is like a Red Red Rose - Burns

R

Rantin' Rovin' Robin - Burns

S

Scots Wha Hae ( a.k.a. Hey Tutti Tatti, Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn )

W

Welcome Willie Stewart

Y

Ye Banks and Braes of Bonie Doon

Ye Jacobites by Name

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where Rabbie walked

Robert Burns by Phil Burns where Rabbie walked I want to walk where Rabbie walkedalong sweet Afton’s braesand dream the dreams that Mary dreamtwhen on its grassy banks she layI want to go where Tam o’ Shanter wentwhen from Auld Ayr he rodepast Alloway’s grey kirkyardto where the saving waters flowedI want to walk the banks o Bonnie Doonand hear the chant of little birdsto think about the poet’s…

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“The guid fowk o the fairm ayeweys knew tae lea a dram oot

When the auld urisk was swatched hirplin doon the brae ”

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Music of TURN

Round 3:

Recordings, episode appearances, and brief histories below.

Don't forget to vote in round 4

Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon

2.03: False Flag

I am so disappointed there is not a full version of this cover, because it is BEAUTIFUL. It's a Scottish folk song written in 1791 set to the tune of "The Caledonian Hunt's Delight." It's based off the true story of Margaret (Peggy) Kennedy (ironic, I know) who was seduced and abandoned by Andrew McDouall, the son of a rich family.

This is just such a beautiful song, and I NEED AMC to release all the full length covers immediately.

And this full version is just beautiful as well and I think really captures that essence in TURN.

Andre Flute Solo

2.06: Houses Divided

Interestingly enough there was not a video on youtube that I could find easily, so I have uploaded the clip. I do not play flute, nor would I know the limitations of a classical era flute. But I will say, I'm glad that his fingers do move at the appropriate times and generally move in some correspondence to a higher or lower note. Points to them for actually caring, though... JJ you could have taken a bigger breath.

Minus that little nitpick, I love that they again paid attention to detail and had him play flute like André did historically. (I am not an André expert, so if this is actually false please let me know.) And I'm with Peggy, I also did not wish it to end.

[dry-valleys]

Gie me a Border burn That canna rin without a turn, And wi’ its bonnie babble fills The glens amang oor native hills. How men that ance have ken’d aboot it Can leeve their after lives withoot it I canna tell, for day and nicht It comes unca’d for to my sicht. I see’t this moment, plain as day, As it comes bickerin’ owre the brae, Atween the clumps o’ purple heather, Glistenin’ in the summer weather, Syne divin’ in below the grun’, Where, hidden frae the sicht and sun, It gibbers like a deid man’s ghost That clamours for the licht it’s lost, Till oot again the loupin’ limmer, Comes dancin’ doon through shine and shimmer At heidlang pace, till wi’ a jaw It jumps the rocky waterfa’, And cuts sic cantrips in the air, The picter-pentin’ man’s despair; A row’ntree bus’ oot ower the tap o’t, A glassy pule to kep the lap o’t, While on the brink the blue harebell Keeks ower to see its bonnie sel’. And sittin’ chirpin’ a’ its lane A water-waggy on a stane. Ay, penter lad, thraw to the wund Your canvas, this is holy grund: Wi’ a’ its highest airt acheevin’, That picter’s deed, and this is leevin.

[danjaley]

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chaunt, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o' care. Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds That wanton through the flowery thorn, Ye mind me o' departed joys, Departed, never to return.

(Only three more years until little Robert Burns is born...)

[scotianostra]

Singer Jean Redpath was born in Edinburgh on 28th April 1937.

Revered as a Scottish musical treasure for her knowledge, understanding and research into traditional music, and her uniquely sensitive interpretations of some of the great ballads, she made more than 50 records, including seven LPs of Robbie Burns’s songs, and was an authority on traditional song, LP’s are what we used to call albums by the way, meaning log players!

In the early Sixties she shared an apartment with Bob Dylan at the epicentre of the American folk revival in Greenwich Village.

Jean Redpath disliked the term “folk singer”, insisting: “I avoid it like the plague. In fact, I avoid putting a label on anything. I just like to sing – it’s an easier form of communication to me than talking.”

She had no formal training and said the best advice she ever received was when she sought the help of a singing coach, to be told that if she wanted to improve, the best thing she could do was go away and sing for 20 years the way she was doing already.

Jean spent a decade as a lecturer in Scottish folk song at Stirling University, as well as performing in venues across the including U.S. and to Canada, and played venues in South America, Hong Kong, and Australia’s Sydney Opera House, she also performed often at the Edinburgh Folk Festival. In 1996 she launched the Burns International Festival, and in 2011 was appointed artist-in-residence at the University of Edinburgh’s Department of Celtic and Scottish Studies.

In 2014 Jean was diagnosed with cancer and died later that year in a hospice in Tucson, Arizona.

I love singers like Jean that kept Scottish song alive, I also the singers that can sing with no musical accompaniment, here Jean does this with Highland Harry’s back again, a song made famous by Robert Burns, who said of it he picked up the chorus of the song — ‘My Harry was a gallant gay’ — 'from an old woman in *Dumblane; the rest of the song is mine’. The song, like many of the ones Jean sang has Jacobite theme, listen to the musical warm in Jeans voice, it’s beautiful……….

I make  no apologies for posting my favourite song by Jean,  The Bonnie Lass O Fyvie  was the very first Scottish folk song I learned to sing, I think I was about 10 or 11 and it was at a concert at primary school, I have been a dan of the song ever since.

 There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass And her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy-o There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair Bid a last farewell to your mammy-o The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount The captain, he cried, tarry-o O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa And O but the captain he was sorry-o The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o Long ere we came to the Howe of Auchterless We had our captain to carry-o And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen We had our captain to bury-o Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be A soldier shall never enjoy me-o I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land And I never will marry a soldier-o It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be And it's braw to be a captain's lady-o It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp And to ride when your captain he is ready-o

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Boyne Golf's New Short Course Named Doon Brae, Opening In 2024

Boyne Golf, the legendary Northern Michigan golf resort, will add an eleventh course in the summer of 2024"

Boyne Golf, the legendary Northern Michigan golf resort, will add an eleventh course in the summer of 2024: a par 3 short course to be named “Doon Brae.” The course is designed by Holland, Michigan based architect Ray Hearn, who also has been working to update and restore several of the resort’s ten other courses. I am looking forward to playing it. The official press release, via Kevin Frisch…