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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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Oh! rowan tree, Oh! rowan tree,
Thou aye’ll be dear tae me,
Entwin’d thou art wi’ mony ties,
O’ hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o’ spring,
Thy flow’rs the simmer’s pride;
There was na’ sic a’ bonnie tree,
In a’ the countryside. Oh! rowan tree.
How fair wert thou in simmer time
Wi’ a’ thy clusters white,
How rich an’ gay thy autumn dress,
Wi’ berries red and bright.
On thy fair stem were mony names,
Which noo nae mair I see,
But they’re engraven on my he’rt,
Forgot they ne’er can be! Oh! rowan tree.
Oh there arose my father’s prayer,
In holy evening calm,
How sweet was then my mother’s voice,
In the martyr’s psalm;
Noo a’ they gane!
We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree!
But hallow’d thoughts around thee twine
O’ hame and infancy. Oh! rowan tree.