Numb was how I felt When first I heard the news So I went up to Sandy BellÕs Because I had to pay my dues There were many gathered round To tell you all their names I canÕt But theyÕd come to say farewell To Iain Grant He was the maestro of the moothie HeÕd sook anÕ blaw aÕ day WiÕ his pipe and dram before him For hours and hours heÕd play There were many gathered round To tell you all their names I canÕt But theyÕd come to say farewell To Iain Grant He twirled those moothies roonÕ and roonÕ He was like a man possessed Then heÕd 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 canÕt But theyÕd come to say farewell To Iain Grant He welcomed all us ÒyoungstersÓ With a twinkle in his eye And if you played the tune too fast HeÕd shout out, ÒWhereÕs the fire?Ó There were many gathered round To tell you all their names I canÕt But theyÕd 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 canÕt But theyÕd 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 |]