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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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And are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he’s weel?
Is this a time tae think o’ wark?
Ye jauds, fling by your wheel.
Is this a time tae think o’ wark,
When Colin’s at the door?
Rax me my cloak, I’ll tae the quay,
And see him come ashore.
For there’s nae luck aboot the hoose,
There’s nae luck at a’,
There’s little pleesure in the hoose
When oor gude man’s awa’.
Rise up and mak’ a clean fireside,
Put on the muckle pot:
Gi’e little Kate her cotton goun,
And Jock his Sunday coat.
And mak’ their shoon as black as slaes,
Their house as white as snaw;
It’s a’ tae please my ain gude man,
For he’s been lang awa’.
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his tongue,
His breath like caller air;
His very foot has music in’t
As he comes up the stair.
And will I see his face again?
And will I hear him speak?
I’m doonricht dizzy wi’ the thocht,
In troth, I’m like tae greet.