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One day as I was walking all o'er yon fields of moss
I had no thoughts of enlisting till some soldiers did me cross
They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down
They advanced, they advanced me some money
A shilling from the crown
My true love he is handsome and he wears a white cockade
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade
He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the King
Oh my very, oh my very
Heart is aching all the love of him
My true love he is handsome and comely for to see
And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he
I wish the man that's listed him might prosper night nor day
And I wish that, I wish that
The hollanders might sink him in the sea
Then he took out his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye
Leave off your lamentations likewise your mournful sighs
Leave off your grief and sorrow until I march o'er yon plain
We'll be married, we'll be married
In the springtime when I return again
My true love he is listed and it's all for him I'll rove
I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove
My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry
To remind me, to remind me
Of my ploughboy, until the day I die
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I travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky
For that's the way it is, that is my fortune
There are many ears to please, many people's love to try
And every day's begun rising for the moon
There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell
For that's the way it is, that is my fortune
I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell
With the sinking of the sun, rising of the moon
Rising for the moon, the sun has set and it is dark
But the star of the enchanted tune is bright as any spark
The chorus of the dusk regales the evening lark
Whose every day does start rising for the moon
We travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky
For that's the way it is, that is our fortune
There are many ears to please, many people's love to try
And every day's begun rising for the moon
Rising for the moon, the sun has set and it is dark
But the star of the enchanted tune is bright as any spark
The chorus of the dusk regales the evening lark
Whose every day does start rising for the moon
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Cruel
04:06
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Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me
Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea
Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand
And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away, boys, haul away
Cruel was the water, that ship it sailed upon
Cruel was the fair wind, for now my loves he's gone
Had you blown a roaring gale they'd have left him on dry land
Where he would walk besides me and I would hold his hand
Haul away boys, haul away
Haul away boys, haul away
The ring beneath my pillow, is the ring he gave to me
I'll wear it on my finger, for all the world to see
But cruel was the captain, the bo'sun, and the men
For they didn't give a farthing if I saw my love again
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away boys, haul away
Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me
Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea
Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand
And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away, boys, haul away
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Bring Me A Boat
02:30
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Bring me a boat to cross to my dear
I stand here alone, with my sweetheart so near
Bring me a boat to cross o'er the Tyne
For its deep murky waters part his heart and mine
And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow
Does he know I stand each day on the shore
Does he know I'd give all to see him once more
Does he know I've wept ten thousand times o're
And is he still waiting as he was before
And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow
The boatman he wants the gold I can't give
My parents are poor so I've nothing to give
Only my heart and that will not float
So please don't deny me and bring me a boat
And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow
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The Detectorists
01:45
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Wordsworth Comedy Night
02:40
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.(mostly by Wordsworth)
My heart leaps up when I behold
My heart leaps up when I behold
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky!
So was it when my life began
So is it now I am a man
The child is father of the man
Is married to his sister.
I wander lonely as a cow
That floats on high o’er dales and hills
The Spring has sprung the grass has ris,
I wonder where the birdies is?
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Ear-lie in the morning.
And to the left, three yards beyond
On a moss hill half a foot in height
Not five yards from the mountain path
I see a little muddy pond.
I’ve measured it from side to side
Tis three feet long and two feet wide
And six feet deep and stood beside
A grave man looking like he’d died.
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company
For then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Ear-lie in the morning.
Oh a slumber did my spirit seal,
I had no human fears,
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force,
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled round in Earth’s diurnal course.
With rocks! And stones! And trees!
She died alone and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be
But she is in her grave and oh!
The difference to me.
And when she was up she was up
On a hill above the town
She was three feet four, five stone, but now
She is six feet underground.
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The Parting Glass
01:55
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Of all the money that e'er I had
I have spent it in good company
Oh and all the harm I've ever done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all
Songwriters: Trad / David Anthony Downes
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Weirdsworth's Lucy
01:44
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Strange fits of passion have I known,
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befel.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the Eye!
—Fair, as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her Grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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Riddles Wisely Expounded
04:05
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Goose-a, goose-a, gander
Where shall I wander?
Up stairs, down stairs
In my lady’s chamber.
There you'll find an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers.
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Goosey goose gander
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
A priesthole for the old Guy
Who crossed the new State God,
The left-footed southpaw
Gutted for His Love.
Mary Tudor, Bishop Gardner
Killing and Torturing Prots,
Silver thumbscrews, Manhood carvers,
Maidening their anti-Mary plots.
Anti-Mary maddening their plots.
The Queen of Heaven's makeless idol
Of childless Mary Tudor and of Scots,
Maids in waiting, headless-churchbells,
Pilgrim badges, nuns and empty cots.
Goosey goose gander
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers.
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
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14. |
Anyone For Tennyson?
03:06
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'Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with May;
Blow trumpet, the long night hath rolled away!
Blow through the living world—"Let the King reign."
'Shall Rome or Heathen rule in Arthur's realm?
Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm,
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.
'Strike for the King and live! his knights have heard
That God hath told the King a secret word.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.
'Blow trumpet! he will lift us from the dust.
Blow trumpet! live the strength and die the lust!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
'Strike for the King and die! and if thou diest,
The King is King, and ever wills the highest.
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
'Blow, for our Sun is mighty in his May!
Blow, for our Sun is mightier day by day!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
'The King will follow Christ, and we the King
In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.'
Tennyson from 'The Coming of Arthur'
What is greener than the grass?
Lay the bent to the bonny broom
What is smoother than a glass?
And you'll beguile the lady soon.
What is louder than a horn?
Lay the bent to the bonny broom
What is sharper than a thorn?
And you'll beguile the lady soon.
What is deeper than the sea?
Lay the bent to the bonny broom
What is longer than a Way?
And you'll beguile the lady soon.
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“Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's many is the weary mile
To join the British Army on the banks of the Nile.”
“Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn,
Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born.
For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life.
So stay at home, my dearest love, and I will be your wife.”
“Oh my Nancy, dearest Nancy, sure that will never do.
The government has ordered, and we are bound to go.
The government has ordered, and the Queen she gives command.
And I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in a foreign land.”
“Oh, but I'll cut off my yellow hair, and I'll go along with you.
I'll dress myself in uniform, and I'll see Egypt too.
I'll march beneath your banner while fortune it do smile,
And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile.”
“But your waist it is too slender, and your fingers they are too small.
In the sultry suns of Egypt your rosy cheeks would spoil.
Where the cannons they do rattle, when the bullets they do fly,
And the silver trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries.”
“Oh, cursed be those cruel wars, that ever they began,
For they have robbed our country of manys the handsome men.
They've robbed us of our sweethearts while their bodies they feed the lions,
On the dry and sandy deserts which are the banks of the Nile.”
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Any King's Shilling
03:25
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You're a fine one, oh yes you are
You're a fine one just like me
And we're friends now, oh wouldn't you say?
We've been friends now, oh haven't we?
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
I will answer when they make that call, pull upon this ragged uniform
Up 'til now I know it's been your trade
Spit and polish the potato parade
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
Please don't put your silly head in that pretty soldier's hat
You've done your duty, that's enough of that
I don't know if what I'm doing is right
I don't know if you should be forgiving
But for me it seems it means my life
While for you it could just be a living
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
Please don't put your silly head in that British soldier's hat
You've done your duty that's enough of that
You're a fine one, oh yes you are
You're a fine one, just like me
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Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling Sedgeford, UK
It's all right, folks, we're married. A marriage of melody and rhythm ( flirting with harmony & timbre.) Old married woke
folk, indie, Norfolk noir, beat poems, ghazals & Americana for the world from NW Norfolk. Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz lead & harmony vocals, drum & bass. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats.
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