Lyrics: This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life. He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry this is the story of his life like many men before him In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale, then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train" Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry
@invegapalpiredonevictim52795 жыл бұрын
Sad. This is my favourite song of all time My Grandad'a name was Harry I'm going to kill myself soon I want this song played at my funeral
@OkimeOlvx3 жыл бұрын
@@invegapalpiredonevictim5279 dont do it mate. Its better to join the army for a really hard and dangerous mission, but never end your life by yourself. Always try to do something good with it if you can
@abdalabinladen12 жыл бұрын
Thank you for the Info! God bless you and al Rhodesians. Your nation lives on, and Her example is cherished. May Rhodesia be reborn again soon!
@alagentleman111 жыл бұрын
Excellent. Another winner by John Edmond. Thank you for posting this!
@il-yi2lo5 жыл бұрын
Bittersweet tune for me... My GrandDad's name was Henry He went by Harry :) Henry George Layzell Born: Jan 18, 1928 Passed: October 3, 2018 Age: 88 By a injection of morphine (which he was allergic to) from a male nurse at Comox Valley Senior Center
@91amp12 жыл бұрын
@abdalabinladen to tell you the truth I'm not sure but a lot of Scots went out to make Rhodesia what it was, only to come home to a country that had cast them to the side in 1965 or die when Mugabe started to destroy a wonderful country
@Trafalgar876612 жыл бұрын
Lekker as always bru
@jacksonraulerson65383 жыл бұрын
YA BOET,, go !
@jacksonraulerson65383 жыл бұрын
They won't know ? Until it's too late ? WHAT THEY HAVE UNLEASHED !
@abdalabinladen12 жыл бұрын
Sorry to ask.... Who does thid dong refer to? A Rhodesian folk Hero? Please enlighten me.
@seekoie11 жыл бұрын
Is this John Edmond?
@91amp12 жыл бұрын
@Trafalgar8766 your welcome =)
@seekoie11 жыл бұрын
um disregard my last comment.....I played it again and saw it was indeed John Edmond! Ta.
@OkimeOlvx5 жыл бұрын
lyrics please :(
@91amp5 жыл бұрын
Okime ☑ soon
@OkimeOlvx5 жыл бұрын
@@91amp oooh! Hello there! I thought you were not active anymore! Welcome back! :) I really like your channel.
@91amp5 жыл бұрын
Okime ☑ hi thank you for your comment I’m not as active as I was but I’ll still reply to comments and help where I can
@JOCaesthetics5 жыл бұрын
@Okime This song is about John Edmonds father, Henry Edmonds and his life. He was a son of Scotland but a father to Rhodesia One wore the kilt sporran and Glengarry this is the story of his life like many men before him In a tiny village in the Lowther Hills by the name of Wanlockhead a study Scottish laddie was born raised and bred It was a misty rugged mining place twixt hills of purple and green and they sent him down the pit to work when he was in his teens then the fourteen-eighteen war was waged so he joined the Royal Scots He was just sixteen so they sent him home before he fired any shots but the HLI didn't ask too much so he took another chance For the need Scotlands warriors to fight the foe in France Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry in that campaign, he was wounded twice but he lived to tell the tale, then came the de-mob but he needed a job so to Africa he set sail on the good old ship modassa, she was all o'nine thousand ton the pride of British India line, bound for Daresalaam Mobasssa, tanga, Zanzibar, there were many a port of call he was pleased to put foot on good dry land after many a gale and squall Then he met an elephant hunter, Mr Chitty was his name who said "come to Kigoma on the central railway's train" Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry Then down Lake Tanganyika on the gertzen they did steam to a place that was once called Bizmarkbourg where few white men had been but he did not fancy hunting so in the red African dawn walked the length of that great lake to a place called Abercorn then he heard there was some mining at a place called broken hill it took five days to get there, on the way was many a spill because of the old backwater, went south to Bulawayo when he got well, with the zeederburg to shabani he did go Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry he worked around Rhodesia, north, south, east and west looking for the kind of thing that would suit his pocket best then came the great depression so with a Mauser in his hands returned to Tanganyika to the Lupa gold-rush lands he staked a claim went panning in the Ipagola stream Searching for that nugget that was every diggers dream but the gold ran out so he sold his picks and pans to a woman called Rose What she was going to do with them, only heaven knows Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry but he travelled north to Dodoma and a place called Kaiserhof but nothing ever happened there and soon he had had enough so back to the old Ujiji and the crystal lakes white shore Where Livingstone and Stanley had met some years before sailed off on the Baron Dhanas to Albertsvilles fair harbour and travelled then to Kablo on the river Lualaba on a mighty paddle steamer to the railhead at Bukoma Rode Katanga railways back down to Ndola Rum-a-dum-a-doo-dum-do-dum-day, doff yer old Glengarry, Raise yer drams and drink a toast to Harry