The Orange & The Rowan

by Ian Bruce & Victor Besch

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Ian & Vic play mainly in Germany. This CD is a very uplifting reminder of what they did in those days. Probably not too many of these songs are still in their set. Buy to remember. It's worth it.


released February 1, 2003

Ian and Vic - All vocals and instruments.- Guitars, Mandolin, Percussion, Bagpipes, Accordion, Spoons, Keyboards


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Track Name: The Day of The Orange
(Ian M. Bruce)

It was 'The Day Of The Orange'.
Don't misunderstand
There was no big parade, no swaggering band
But just as the walk brands visions on the brain
'The Day Of The Orange', for me has done the same.

It was a weekday morning, I rose far too late
Straightened my tie as I hurried from the gate.
Late for the bus, Can I catch it still?
The question kept repeating while I'm running down the hill.

I was nearly at the bottom when the call came.
My mother, at the top, was bellowing my name.
I screwed up my eyes, but far too small to see
Was the Orange in her hand, she intended it for me.

Well, with my mother being an intelligent old girl
She swiftly took account of our positions on the hill
Realizing also, that the fruit was almost round
Elected to save time and promptly bowled it down.

By this time of course, the bus would be away.
So, little I could do but start on up the brae.
The orange trundled steadily down the steep incline
But in case it should slow down, Mum was close behind.

While Mum was running down, I was walking up
And somewhere in the middle the fruit decides to stop.
Mother caught it up, her remedy was quick!
She started it again with one almighty kick.

Any onlookers would have sworn us insane
For no advantage by this episode was gained.
By the time I'd stopped walking and mother dropped her pace
We'd surrounded the fruit and were standing face-to-face.

So, 'The Day Of The Orange', in my head is neatly framed.
When I think on it I laugh and who could be blamed.
There was only one benefit, reaped from all this fuss ...
I had something to eat, while waiting for a bus!
Track Name: Loudmouth
(Ian M. Bruce)

Everyone must laugh with the loudmouth!
He feels his jokes are best of all.
He's no-one in particular, yet everybody's friend
And insists that we enjoy ourselves until the bitter end.
He never seems to notice, that no-one wants him near,
But 'close' is no necessity if it's him you want to hear.

If I'm not sitting singing, then quiet I shall be.
I may even pour another drink.
I'll wallow in my paradise, my private little trance,
While maybe all the others have a shout and drink and dance.
He snaps his clumsy fingers I drop my beer in fright!
Cheer up, old boy! Things will be alright.

"Order for the singer!" he's appealing to the crowd
As the host sings and strums his old guitar.
"Order!" once again. He's yelling "Girls and boys!"
Will he never know that he's the major source of noise?
And when the song is over, he's a martyr to the cause,
And asks a clapping audience to '...Give it some applause'.

"Thank you for the party"
All the guests say as they leave:
"The buffet was the best we've ever seen" .
Everyone is gone well, everyone but one,
That loudmouth who swears he'll drink until the dark is done.
He's drunk far too much, but again he doesn't know
Till he throws up on the carpet and says "It's time to go." .
Track Name: The Day of the Fair/Merry-Go-Round
(Ian M. Bruce)

'There's a hustling-bustling in the town
And magic in the air.
Great excitement in the park,
Celebration everywhere.
With sports and swings and merry-go-rounds
And ice-cream by the ton.
While the men are preparing for the tug-o'-war
And all the racers run.

On the whole, the weather's been good today
It's a shame we had that shower!
I'll walk you down to the town-hall clock
The procession's in half an hour.
When the floats came along with flowers and song
Such sights I'd never seen
Then last of all was the prettiest float
And the teenage Carnival Queen.

Now it's all passed, the last camera's flashed
And the sun is going down.
The magic's starting to fade away
From the bandstand, not a sound.
Then kicking my way through the lifter of the day
The last man took down his stall.
When he was gone, with all of his wares
There was no-one left at all.

I wandered home, all alone
And I had myself some food.
Should I go down to the dance tonight
I decided: 'Yes, I would'
I drank some beer, I danced and I sang
As round the room I sped.
I'm exhausted; I've had a wonderful day
But I can't wait for my bed!
Track Name: Jealous of Me
(Ian M. Bruce)

And why is it so important to you
That I should be right in all that I do?
Should I set the perfect example to you?
You know, I don't know;
I think you don't know too.
And just because you think I wear a tie
Which is not quite the same as the blue in my eye
What gives you that God-given right to say?
And what makes you think that you're right anyway?

Doo-be-datun-doo-da-dum etc.

And why is it so important to you
That you say I'm wrong in all that I do?
I wouldn't be born, if it was up to you
Because I'm not one of your own chosen few.
If my taste isn't yours, you consider me mad
Because you have said; you think I should be sad.
But because you hate fat, or mere chicken skin
Won't make me throw all my meat in the bin.

Doo-be-datun-doo-da-dum etc.

So, why am I wrong, when I'm wrong right or fair?
I've asked for the reason, you're up in the air.
There is an answer, but you just don't know where.
I'll tell it to you when you've torn out your hair.
And whether you like what I say now or not,
You'd best take it in, 'coz it's good food for thought.
It's painted all over your face you see.
And I don't why you are jealous of me.

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