The background to the Gay Gordons Named after a famous Scottish army regiment (known as the Gordon Highlanders), the Gay Gordons is a very popular couples ceilidh dance. Whilst the dance normally begins as a partner dance, it can be made progressive. It is danced in a big circle of couples. Traditionally the lady stands
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"Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the springin the Craigieburn Wood Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. Chorus.-Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, And O to be lying beyond thee! O sweetly, soundly, weelmay he sleep That's laid in the bed beyond thee! I
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