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Slabhraidh
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On Tour
Folk
Slabhraidh was released on July 20, 2026 by The Maes as a part of the album Slabhraidh - Single
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Release DateJuly 20, 2026
LabelThe Maes
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Maes
The Maes
Performer
Maggie Rigby
Maggie Rigby
Acoustic Guitar
Elsie Rigby
Elsie Rigby
Mandolin
Isaac Gunnoo
Isaac Gunnoo
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maggie Rigby
Maggie Rigby
Composer, Lyrics
Elsie Rigby
Elsie Rigby
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Maes
The Maes
Producer

Lyrics

My mothers and fathers they tended the land
Brought forth food from the soil with the knowledge in their hands
The pot hanging low over peat fire ablaze
As it hung here for uncounted lifetimes of days
And the fire went out in the morning so early
We took down the slurry to take on a journey
No smoke and no singing warmed the air around Growlin'
As we stepped on a boat bound for Melbourne
There are papers in London that I cannot read
Saying the land I was born on belongs not to me
At the will of Captain Fraser they moved us aside
Moved us outwards then upwards then away with the tide
And the fire went out in the morning so early
We took down the slurry to take on a journey
No smoke and no singing warmed the air around Growlin'
As we stepped on a boat bound for Melbourne
A new life was born and a young life was taken
On the boat to Victoria, storm-tossed and shaken
This land of promise where the sun burns our eyes
This land of bright futures, endless and dry
And the government told us if we cleared all the trees
Brought in horses and cattle to keep back the weeds
Planted regular fields with familiar seeds
They would give us the land to do with as we please
But the seasons are strange and the crops turned to dust
And the slurry lay fallow and riddled with rust
And we dreamed of green pastures and the sky that we trust
Oh, how far can a crow fly from Growlin'?
Now the papers in London that I will never see
Say these Wathawarang fields belong now to me
There is space for my children, they will call it their own
But not far beneath the surface, this isn't my home
And the fire went out in the morning so early
We took down the slurry to take on a journey
No smoke and no singing warmed the air around Growlin'
As we stepped on a boat bound for Melbourne
Written by: Elsie Rigby, Maggie Rigby
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