Folk songbook of 222 Songs

dt-songs.abc, Ver.: 1999-06-10
Newest Version (as other files) may be available at

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Martin Doering, email: mdoering@comlineag.de

These tunes are extracted from the Digital Tradition folk song database:
  http://web2.xerox.com/digitrad
I just took tunes without any copyright notice in it. If there is a
copyright on any tune, please inform me.

These songs are tested to be compatible with:
abcmus ver. 1.1b
abc2ps v1.3.0 (Apr 1 1998, std)
abcm2ps v0.12.0 (December 6, 1998, std)

My work is not done! My goal is to provide a folk songbook with just
more or less traditional tunes in it. Free for everybody to play.
It should be complete with tunes, lyrics and guitar chords in it.
Unfortunatly there are no chord annotations for all songs. It's nearly
unpossible for my to do this work by myself. So if you have chords
or any other information like history, discography, origin etc.
about any of these songs - please email it to me. Thanks in advance!

Email: mdoering@comlineag.de
Subj.: dt-songs

Most of these tunes have an irish, scots, english or american origin.

So, just using these songs I hope you will have much fun with it.
Send me any comments, if you like.

At last, many, many thanks to all the people who have contributed
songs to the Digital Tradition. These include Dennis Cook,
Susan Friedman, Dick Greenhaus, Mark Cohen, Bob Reed, Bob Pfeffer,
Harry Berkowitz, Dick Park, Diane Tankel, Alan Booth, Edith Lux,
Peter Sailer, Bruce Gewirtz, Jonathon Young, Steve Shapiro,
Spike Werner, Steve Gilette, Dave Green, Steve Putz, Martin Jonas,
Dan Schatz, Anne Bredon, Abby Sale, Jerry Middaugh, Jon Bartlett,
Barbara Shaw, Craig Cockburn, Alberto Marchesi, Ian Page, Peter Auber,
Murray Shoolbraid, Gerry Meyerson, Josh Newman, Mark Gregory,
Bob Waltz, Gene Graham, Dave Pelletier, Martin Ryan, Tamara Duran,
Wolfgang Hell, Tom Norcott, Tim Jacques, Joe Offer, Greg Furness,
Ezio and many, many others.
It was much work to convert these songs, and it must have been even
much more work to write them down first.


Martin Doering, Munich, Germany

X:1
T:A Celebrated Workingman
C:Ed Foley
S:Digital Tradition, celebwrk
N:Collected from Michael F. Barry, PA 1940
B:From Pennsylvania Songs and Legends, Korson
Z:dt:celebwrk
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:I'm a celebrated workingman, my duties I don't shirk
W:I can cut more coal than any man from Pittsburgh to New York
W:It's a holy terrogation, boys, how I get through my work
W:While I'm seated at my glory in the barroom.
W:
W:I can stand a set of timber, post, and bar or single prop.
W:I can throw a chain on the bottom or I can throw it up on top.
W:Oh, give me a pair of engines and be jeepers I'II not stop,
W:Till I land me triple wagons through the barroom.
W:
W:I'II go down and work upon the platform or go out and run the dump.
W:I can put in pulleys on the slope or go down and clean the sump,
W:I can run a 20,000 horse-power steam engine pump-
W:That's providing that I have it in the barroom.
W:
W:I'll go down and work the flat vein; I'II go up and work the pitch
W:I can work at the Potts or Newside-I don't care the devil which
W:I can show the old track layer how to decorate the ditch
W:Now haven't I often proved it in the barroom?
W:
W:Now at driving I'm a daisy; just give me a balky team,
W:When I'II beat the spots off an evening run, be it water, wind or steam,
W:With your balance plates, and endless chains; they're nowhere to be seen,
W:When I pull me trip of wagons through the barroom.
W:
W:Now at bossing I'm a daisy, and I know I'm no disgrace,
W:For I could raise your wages, boys, just twelve ccnts up the l'ast
W:Now didn't the Reading Company miss me when they didn't make their haste,0
W:And capture me, before I struck the barroom.
W:
W:I can show the boss or super how the air should circulate,
W:I can show the boss fireman how the steam should generate;
W:Now the trouble at the Pottsville shaft, sure I could elucidate
W:Now haven't I often proved it in the barroom?
W:
W:And now my song is o'er and I haven't any other,
W:For heaven's sake don't fire no more or else we'll surely smother
W:The landlord would rather throw us out than go to the bother
W:Of putting up a ventilator in the barroom.
W:
W:And now my song is ended and I hope you'll all agree,
W:That if you want any pointers you'd better send for me,
W:But I'm not worth a good gol darn till I empty two or three
W:Of the very biggest schooners in the barroom.
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X:2
T:All the World Is Desolation.
S:Digital Tradition, wldesol
Z:dt:wldesol
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:All the world is desolation
W:Sad and quiet as the tomb.
W:Father has a penile stricture,
W:Mother has a droopy womb.
W:
W:Sister Amy was aborted
W:For the forty-second time;
W:Cousin Hymie was deported
W:For a homosexual crime.
W:
W:All the world is desolation
W:In our family, no one smiles.
W:All we do for recreation
W:Is crack ice, for Grandma's piles.
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X:3
T:As I Roved Out
S:Digital Tradition, trooprm2
N:An Irish variant of Trooper and the Maid
B:From Folksongs and Ballads popular in Ireland, Ossian Publications
Z:dt:trooprm2
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:And who are you, me pretty fair maid
W:And who are you, me honey?
W:And who are you, me pretty fair maid
W:And who are you, me honey?
W:She answered me quite modestly,
W:"I am me mother's darling."
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  With me too-ry-ay
W:  Fol-de-diddle-day
W:  Di-re fol-de-diddle
W:  Dai-rie oh.
W:
W:And will you come to me mother's house,
W:When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat )
W:I'll open the door and I'll let you in
W:And divil 'o one  would hear us.
W:
W:So I went to her house in the middle of the night
W:When the moon was shining clearly ( repeat )
W:Shc opened the door and she let me in
W:And divil the one did hear us.
W:
W:She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
W:And she led him to the stable ( repeat )
W:Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
W:To eat it if he's able."
W:
W:Then she took me by the lily-white hand
W:And she led me to the table ( repeat )
W:Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
W:To drink it if you're able."
W:
W:Then I got up and made the bed
W:And I made it nice and aisy ( repeat )
W:Then I got up and laid her down
W:Saying "Lassie, are you able?"
W:
W:And there we lay till the break of day
W:And divil a one did hear us ( repeat )
W:Then I arose and put on me clothes
W:Saying "Lassie, I must leave you."
W:
W:And when will you return again
W:And when will we get married ( repeat )
W:When broken shells make Christmas bells
W:We might well get married.
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X:4
T:As I Walked Out
S:Digital Tradition, walkdout
Z:walkdout
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:As I walked out on an eve-ning so clear,
W:A young man la-men-ted for the loss of his dear
W:And as he la-men-ted, full sore he did cry,
W:Saying "A-las I'm tor-men-ted, for love I must die!"
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X:5
T:As I Went Out Ae May Morning
S:Digital Tradition, aemaymrn
N:From the Scots Musical Museum, DT #501, Laws P19
Z:dt:aemaymrn
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As I went out ae May morning
W:A May morning it chanc'd to be
W:There I was aware of a weelfar'd maid
W:Cam linkin' o'er the lea to me.
W:
W:O but she was a weelfar'd maid,
W:The boniest lass that's under the sun;
W:I spier'd gin she could fancy me
W:But her answer was, "I am too young."
W:
W:To be your bride I am too young
W:To be your loun wad shame my kin
W:So therefore pray young man begone
W:For you never, never shall my favour win.
W:
W:But amang yon birks and hawthorns green,
W:Where roses blaw and woodbines hing
W:O there I learn'd my bonie lass,
W:That she was not a single hour too young
W:
W:The lassie blush'd the lassie sighed
W:And the tear stood twinklin' in her e'e
W:"O kind Sir, since ye hae done me this wrang
W:It's pray when will ye marry me?
W:
W:It's of that day tak ye no heed
W:For that's a day ye ne'er shall see
W:For ought that pass'd between us twa,
W:Ye had your share as weel as me.
W:
W:She wrang her hands, she tore her hair
W:She cried out most bitterlie
W:Oh what will I say to my mammie
W:When I gae hame wi' my big bellie!
W:
W:O as ye maut, so maun ye brew
W:And as ye brew, so maun ye tun
W:But come to my arms my ae bonie lass
W:For ye never shall rue what ye now hae done!
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X:6
T:Astrologer, The
S:Digital Tradition, astrolgr
H:From Marrow Bones, Purslow
N:Collected from J. Penny, Dorset, 1906 and Mrs. M. Russell, Dorset, 1907
Z:dt:astrolgr
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=116
W:It's of a bold astrologer in London town did dwell,
W:At telling maidens' fortunes, there's none could him excel,
W:There was a nice young serving girl a-living there close by,
W:She came one day to the astrologer all for to have a try.
W:
W:"I hear that you tell fortunes, sir, would you tell me mine?" said she,
W:"Of course, my dear, without a doubt if you'll walk upstairs with me."
W:"To walk upstairs with you, kind sir, I'm sure I am afraid,"
W:She spoke it in such modesty as though she were a maid.
W:
W:"To walk upstairs with me, my dear, you need not be afraid,
W:Knowing it was but the other day you with your master laid"
W:Then she began to curse and swear she would her master bring,
W:As witness for both him and her that it was no such thing.
W:
W:"My pretty maid, don't swear and curse, you'll make the deed the worse,
W:For the crown piece that he gave to you, you've got it in your purse"
W:"Oh! indeed you can tell fortunes, sir, you've told me mine," said she,
W:And out she pulled the crown piece--"Good morning, sir, said she.
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X:7
T:Banks of Inverary
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, bnkinver
N:From The Constant Lovers, Purslow
Z:dt:bnkinver
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:'Twas on a summer's morning, along as I did pass
W:On the banks of Inverary I met a com-e-ly lass.
W:Her hair hung over her shoulders, her eyes like stars did shine,
W:On the banks of Inverary I wish'd her heart was mine.
W:
W:I did embrace this fair maid as fast as e'er I could,
W:Her hair hung over her shoulders most like to threads of gold;
W:Her hair hung over her shoulders, her tears like drops of dew -
W:"On the banks of Inverary I'm glad to meet with you."
W:
W:"Leave off, my handsome young man, do not embrace me so,
W:For after so much kissing there comes a dreadful woe,
W:And if my poor heart should be ensnared and I beguil'd by thee,
W:On the banks of Inverary I shall walk alone," said she.
W:
W:I said,  "My handsome fair maid, the truth to you I'll tell,
W:On the banks of Inverary twelve maidens I've beguil'd;
W:But I will not begin to-night, my charmer," then said he,
W:"On the banks of Inverary I've found my wife. " said he.
W:
W:So he set this handsome fair maid on horseback very high,
W:"Unto some parson we will go and there the knot will tie,
W:And then we will sing songs of love until the day we die;
W:On the banks of Inverary where no-one there is nigh."
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X:8
T:Banks of the Condamine
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, bankcond
N:This is a 19th century Australian parody of "The Banks Of The Nile",
N:sung to the same tune. "Ringer" in verse 4 refers to the fastest shearer
N:on the shearing team. MJ, LN
N:   A widely distributed bush song, with many variants. RG
B:First published as "The Banks of the Riverine" in The Queenslander in 1894.
D:Sung by Trevor Lucas on A. L. Lloyd's "The Great Australian Legend" (1971)
Z:dt:bankcond
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
W:"Oh hark! The dogs are barking, I can no longer stay
W:The men have all gone mustering, I heard the publican say
W:And I must be off in the morning, love, before the sun does shine
W:To meet the contract shearers on the banks of the Condamine."
W:
W:"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn
W:Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
W:For parting with you Willie is like parting with me life
W:So stay and be a selector, love, and I will be your wife."
W:
W:"Oh Nancy, dearest Nancy, you know that I must go
W:Old Hallerand is expecting me, his shearing for to do
W:But while I'm on the bogs, me love, I'll think of you with pride
W:And our shears they will go freely when I'm on the whippin' side."
W:
W:"Oh I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
W:I'll dress myself in men's attire and be a shearer too
W:I'll cook and count your tally, love while, ringer, you will shine?
W:And I'll wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the Condamine."
W:
W:"Oh Nancy, dearest Nancy, you know that can't be so
W:The boss has given order, love, no woman shall do so
W:And your delicate constitution's not equal unto mine
W:To eat the ramstack mutton on the banks of the Condamine.
W:
W:But when the shearing's over, love, I'll make you me wife
W:I'll take up a selection and I'll settle down for life
W:And when the day's work's over, love, and the evening's clear and fine
W:I'll tell of them sandy cobblers on the banks of the Condamine."
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X:9
T:Barns O' Beneuches, The
S:Digital Tradition, beneuchs
N:Collected from John Wight
B:From the Grieg-Duncan collection (360B)
Z:dt:beneuchs
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:My friens ane an' a' I'll sing you a sang
W:If ye all haud yer weeshts it winna tak' me lang <keep quiet>
W:It's aboot a mannie Kemp, he's a caird tongued fang <abusive lout>
W:For he rages like a deevil in the mornin'.
W:
W:He's a wee little mannie wi' a fern tickled face
W:A' the days o' yer life ye bever saw sic a mess
W:Ye wid swear he hid deserted frae some tinkler race
W:Afore they had got a' wakened in the mornin'.
W:
W:At the Barnyards o' Beneuches he has long been a grieve
W:But come May the twenty sixth he has to pad, I believe,
W:For he's sieged at his men, till his maister's gien him leave <stormed>
W:So he canna get them up in the mornin'.
W:
W:But when he doth rise ye niver heard sic a soun'
W:For he'll siege you and damn you like ony dragoon,
W:His lang caird tongue you'd hear't roun' the toon  <scolding>
W:Afore he gets his breakfast in the mornin'.
W:
W:Dinna gang to the Barns if ye wish to be weel
W:A' the days o' yer life ye ne'er saw sic a chiel
W:He'll treat you to a breakfast o' buttermilk an' meal
W:Wi' a drink o' soor ale in ther mornin'.
W:
W:We get beef bree whiles weel seasoned wi' reek <smoke>
W:Wi' three seeds o' barley an' the smell o' a leek
W:If you're nae pleased wi' that he'll neen o' yer cheek
W:But he'll put you frae his toon in the mornin'
W:
W:But if e'er sic a thing as a row should arise
W:My friens ane an' a' tak tent an' be wise <heed>
W:Keep quietness ifyou can or the wife will rise
W:Dancin' mad on her stockin's in the mornin'.
W:
W:'Twas ae mornin' in March juist as near as I can
W:She came swearin' fae the blankets we'd bad used her man
W:With her sark tail wiggle waggle into the close she ran
W:Dancin' mad on her stockin's in the mornin'.
W:
W:For a lang caird tongue she's the worst that I ken
W:Lord bless me! Sic a mornin' may I never see again
W:Five or sax naked bairnies a'rinnin' but an' ben
W:Cryin', "Od mammie's mad in the mornin'.
W:
W:Says she to the shepherd, "Ye're nae frien o' mine
W:For a'body kens ye're a caird Hielan' thing
W:Ye tauld 'em doon at Brunan I gaed milk tae the swine
W:An' you soor ale to your porridge in the mornin'.
W:
W:But it's May the twenty-saxt will be here in a crack
W:An' we'll a' leave the Barns never mair to gang back
W:We'll gang blithely doon the road like an ill-tongued pack
W:Singin' Kempie he can follow in the mornin'.
W:
W:Now my name I will reveal if sic thing I ever hid
W:It's but the country clype I'll ne'er deny, gweed forbid <gossip>
W:My neighbors a' that ken me weel they ca' me Jock Wid
W:Sae we'll up an' leave the Barns in the mornin'.
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X:10
T:Baron O' Brackley, The
S:Digital Tradition, brnbrkly
N:chords set
B:From Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland, MacColl, Child #203
Z:dt:brnbrkly
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Down Deeside cam' lnverey, whistlin'and playin',
W:He's lichted at Brackley yetts at the day dawin';
W:Says: "Baron o'Brackley, it's are ye within,
W:There's sharp swords at your yetts'll gar your bluid spin."
W:
W:Oot spak the brave baron ower the castle wa',
W:"Are ye come to spulyie and plunder my ha'?
W:But gin ye be a gentleman, licht and come in;
W:Gin ye drink o'my wine ye'll no'gar my bluid spin."
W:
W:His lady rose up, to the window she went,
W:She heard her kye lowin' o'er hill and o'er bent;
W:"O, rise up, bold Brackley and turn back your kye,
W:For the lads o'Drumwharren are drivin'them by."
W:
W:"How can I rise, lady, or turn them again?
W:For where I hae ae man I wat they hae ten."
W:She's ca'd on her Maries to come ta her hand,
W:Says: "Bring your rocks, lasses, we will them command.
W:
W:Gin I had a husband as I wat I hae nane,
W:He'd no' lie in his bed and see his kye ta'en".
W:"Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me my gun,
W:Ye'll see me gang oot but I'll never come in.
W:
W:Arise, Peggy Gordon and gie me my gun,
W:I will gang oot though I never come in.
W:Then kiss me, my Peggy, I'll nae langer stay,
W:For I will gang oot and meet Inverey."
W:
W:When Brackley was ready and stood in the close,
W:A bonnier gallant ne'er mounted a horse.
W:"What'll come o'your lady and bonny young son?
W:O, what'll come o' them when Brackley is gone"
W:
W:"Strike, dogs!" cries Inverey, "fecht till you're slain,
W:For we are four hunder and ye are four men.
W:Strike, you proud boaster, your honour is gone
W:Your lands we will plunder, your castel we'll burn."
W:
W:At the head o' the Etnach the battle began,
W:At little Aucholzie they killed the first man.
W:At first they killed ae man and syne they killed twa,
W:Then the Baron o'Brackley, the flooer o' them a'.
W:
W:They killed William Gordon and James o' the Knock,
W:And brave Alexander, the flooer o' Glenmuick.
W:Whit sighin' and moanin' was heard in the glen,
W:For the Baron o' Brackley wha basely was slaln.
W:
W:Cam' ye by Brackley yetts, cam' ye by there?
W:And saw ye his Peggy, a-tearin' her hair?
W:O, I was by Brackley yetts, I cam' by there
W:And I saw Peggy Gordon a-braidin' her hair.
W:
W:She was rantin' and dancing and singin' for joy,
W:She swore that ere nicht she would feast Inverney;
W:She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcomed him in
W:Was kin to the man wha had slain her baron.
W:
W:O, fye on ye lady, how could ye dae sae?
W:Ye opened the yetts tae the fause Inverney.
W:There's dule in the kitchen and mirth in the ha'
W:That the Baron o' Brackley is deid and awa'.
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X:11
T:Beggarman's Song, The
S:Digital Tradition, beggardh
N:Tune: Johnny Dhu
O:Irish
Z:dt:beggardh
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=150
W:I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
W:For three score years in this little isle of green
W:I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo
W:And everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
W:  For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
W:  He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
W:  But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo
W:
W:I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
W:A shocking wet night it was, but I slept until the dawn
W:There was holes in the roof and the raindrops coming thru
W:And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo
W:
W:Who did I waken but the woman of the house
W:With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
W:She began to frighten and I said boo
W:Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu
W:
W:I met a little girl while a walkin out one day
W:Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I did say
W:Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do
W:With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo
W:
W:I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
W:And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
W:I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them with blue
W:And an old fashioned lady I will make her too
W:
W:So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
W:Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack
W:With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping thru
W:Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo
W:
W:O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
W:The fire is all raked and now tis out of light
W:For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
W:So good and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu
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X:12
T:Bessy Bell
S:Digital Tradition, bessbell
N:Bronson A.
D:Recorded by Martin Carthy on Shearwater; Steeleye Span on Tempted and Tried
Z:dt:bessbell
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,
W:They war twa bonnie lasses;
W:They bigget a bower on yon burn brae,
W:And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
W:They theekit it o'er w rashes green,
W:They theekit it o'er w heather;
W:But the pest cam frae the burrows-town,
W:And slew them baith thegither.
W:
W:They thought to lye in Methven kirk yard,
W:Amang their noble kin;
W:But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,
W:To biek forenent the sin.
W:And Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
W:Tney war twa bonnie lasses;
W:Tney bigget a bower on yon burn brae,
W:And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
K:F
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X:13
T:Binnorie
S:Digital Tradition, twosis5
N:*din=dun, dark
Z:Footnote: Grieg-Duncan B
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:There lived twa sisters in yonder ha'
W:Binnorie, o an' Binnorie,
W:They hid bit ae lad atween them twa,
W:He's the bonnie miller lad o Binnorie.
W:
W:It fell aince upon a day
W:That the auldest ane to the youngest did say
W:At the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:O sister O sister will ye gang to the brooms,
W:An hear the little blackbirdie changing its tunes
W:At the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:O sister O sister will ye gang to the dams
W:An see your father's fish boats safe on dry land
W:An see the mullart lad o Binnorie.
W:
W:They hidna been half an hour at the brooms
W:Till they thrice heard the blackbirdie changing its tunes
W:At the bonnie mull dams O Binnorie.
W:
W:They hidna been an hour at the dams
W:Till they saw their father's fish boats safe on dry land
W:But they sawna the bonnie mullart laddie.
W:
W:The youngest ane she stood on a stane
W:The aulest ane dung the youngest in
W:To the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:She swam up an she swam down
W:Till she swam back tull her sister again
W:In the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:Sister O Sister will ye reach me yere glove
W:An I'II make you heir o my true love
W:The bonnie mullart lad O Rinorie.
W:
W:It wisna for that, that I dang ye in,
W:It's because ye are fair an I am din*
W:An ye'll droon in the dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:Oot cam the aul' mullart's daughter to the dams
W:For water tae wash her father's hands
W:Fae the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:O father O father go a-fishing your dams
W:For there's either a mermaid or a milk-white swan
W:In the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
W:
W:They socht up an they socht down
W:But they got naething but a droon'd woman
W:In the bonnie mull dams O Binnorie.
W:
W:Some o them kent her by her skin so fair
W:But weel kent the millart by her bonnie yellow hair
W:She's the millart's bonnie lass o Binnorie.
W:
W:Some o them kent her by her goon o silk
W:But the millart laddie kent her by her middle so jimp
W:'Twas his ain bonnie lass o Binnorie.
W:
W:Mony a ane was at her oot takin
W:An mony ane mair at her green grave makin
W:At the bonnie mull dams o Binnorie.
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X:14
T:Bird in a Cage
S:Digital Tradition, birdcage
N:text collated from Sharp and Gardiner
B:from Sedley, Seeds of Love
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As I went out one May morning
W:To hear the birds sing sweet
W:I leaned my back to a garden wall
W:And watched two lovers meet
W:
W:You courted me was what she said
W:You got me to comply
W:You courted me with a merry mood
W:All night with you to lie
W:
W:And when your heart was mine false love
W:And your head lay on my breast
W:You could make me believe by the fall of your arm
W:That the sun rose in the west
W:
W:I wish your breast was made of glass
W:That all in it might behold
W:I'd write our secret on your heart
W:In letters made of gold
W:
W:My parents they have brought me up
W:Like a small bird in a cage
W:And now I am in child by you
W:Not fifteen years of age
W:
W:There's many a girl can go about
W:And hear the birds so sweet
W:While I poor girl must stop at home
W:And rock the cradle and weep
W:
W:Rock the cradle o'er and o'er
W:And sing sweet lullaby
W:Was ever there a poor young girl
W:So crossed in love as I
W:
W:There's many a star shall fade in the west
W:There's many a leaf shall blow
W:There's many a curse shall light on a man
W:For treating a poor girl so
W:
W:Go down in your father's garden love
W:Sit down and cry your fill
W:And when you think on what you done
W:You'll blame your own good will
K:C
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X:15
T:Blow the Candles Out
S:Digital Tradition, candlout
D:Recorded by Dyer-Bennet, DT #499, Laws P17
Z:dt:candlout
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=120
W:When I was apprenticed in London, I went to see my dear
W:The candles all were burning, the moon shone bright and clear
W:I knocked upon her window to ease her out of her pain
W:She rose up to let me in, then barred the door again
W:
W:I like well your behavior and this I often say
W:I cannot rest contented when I am far away
W:The roads they are so muddy, we cannot walk about
W:So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out
W:
W:Your father and your mother in yonder room do lie
W:A-hugging one another, so why not you and I?
W:A-hugging one another, without a fear or doubt
W:So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out
W:
W:I pray thee speak more softly of what we have to do
W:Lest that our noise of talking should make our pleasure rue
W:The streets they are so nigh, Love, the people walk about
W:They may peep in and spy, Love, so blow the candles out
W:
W:And if we prove successful, Love, please name it after me
W:Treat it neat and kiss it sweet and daft it on your knee
W:When my three years are over, my time it will be out
W:And I will pay my debt to you by blowing the candles out
K:C
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X:16
T:Blow the Wind Southerly
S:Digital Tradition, blwsouth
D:Recorded by Jo Stafford.
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:  Chorus:
W:  Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
W:  Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea;
W:  Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
W:  Blow, bonnie breeze, my lover to me.
W:
W:They told me last night there were ships in the offing
W:And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea;
W:But my eye could not see it wherever might be it
W:The bark that is bearing my lover to me.
W:
W:  So,
W:  Chorus
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X:17
T:Bold Belfast Shoemaker, The
S:Digital Tradition, blfstsho
B:Given in O'Lochlainn's "Irish Street Ballads".
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Come all you true born Irishmen wherever you may be
W:I hope you'll pay attention and listen unto me
W:I am a bold shoemaker, Sam Irwin is my name
W:And to my great misfortune I enlisted in the train
W:
W:I had a fair young sweetheart, Jane Wilkin was her name
W:She said it grieved her heart full sore to see me in the train
W:She told me if I would desert to come and let her know
W:She would dress me up in her old clothes that I might go to and fro
W:
W:We marched to Chapelizod like heroes stout and bold
W:I'll be no more a slave to you my officer I told
W:For to work upon a Sunday with me does not agree
W:And the first chance that occurs  to me, I'll take my liberty
W:
W:Encamped near Tipperary we soon got in command
W:For me and for me comrades bold one night on guard did stand
W:The night it being both wet and dark and so we did agree
W:That on that very night brave boys we'd take our liberty
W:
W:The night that I deserted I had no place to go
W:I went into meadow and lay down in the hay
W:It was not long that I lay there till I awake again
W:And looking all around me, boys, I spied six of the train
W:
W:We had a bloody battle and soon I beat them all
W:And loud the dastard cowards for mercy then did call
W:Saying spare our lives brave Irwin and we will follow thee
W:And by all that's fair we will declare for you and liberty
W:
W:As for George Clarke of Carrick I own he's very mean
W:For the sake of thirty shillings he had me took again
W:They threw me in the guard house, me fate for to deplore
W:With four on every window, boys, and six on every door
W:
W:On being in close confinement, I soon looked all around
W:I climbed out of a window and knocked four of them down
W:The light horse and the train me boys, they soon did follow me
W:But I kept me road before them and preserved my liberty
W:
W:I next joined Father Murphy as you will plainly hear
W:And many's the battle did we fight with his brave Shelmaliers
W:With four hundred of his croppy boys we battered Lord Mountjoy
W:And at the battle of New Ross we made ten thousand fly
W:
W:I am a bold shoemaker, Sam Irwin is my name
W:I could beat as many Orangemen as 'listed in the train
W:I could beat as many Orangemen as would stand in a row
W:I'd make them fly before me like an arrow from a bow.
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X:18
T:Bold Robert Emmet
S:Digital Tradition, robtemmt
B:From Irish Songs of Resistance, Galvin
D:Recorded by Patric Galvin, Clancys
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The struggle is over, the boys are defeated,
W:Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom,
W:We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated,
W:And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom.
W:Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence,
W:But soon I will show them no coward am I.
W:My crime is the love of the land I was born in,
W:A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland,
W:  Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile,
W:  Farewell companions both loyal and daring,
W:  I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle.
W:
W:The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me
W:Over the billows to the land of the free;
W:But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me,
W:And with her I will sail far over the sea.
W:But I was arrested and cast into prison,
W:Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy;
W:But no man can call me a knave or a coward,
W:A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:Hark! I the bell's tolling, I well know its meaning,
W:My poor heart tells me it is my death knell;
W:In come the clergy, the warder is leading,
W:I have no friends here to bid me farewell.
W:Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart,
W:Companions in arms to forget you must try;
W:I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty-
W:A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.
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X:19
T:Bonnie Susie Cleland
S:Digital Tradition, scleland
D:From the singing of Lisa Null, can be heard on her record
D:"The Feathered Maiden", Child #65
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:There lived a lady in Scotland
W:Hey my love, ho my joy
W:There lived a lady in Scotland
W:So dearly she loved me
W:
W:There lived a lady in Scotland
W:She fell in love with an Englishman
W:Bonnie Susie Cleland, she's to be burned in Dundee
W:
W:The father to his daughter came
W:Will you forsake this Englishman?
W:
W:If you will not this Englishman forsake
W:Then I will burn you at the stake
W:
W:Where may I find a pretty little boy
W:To carry tokens to my joy
W:
W:Bring to him this right hand glove
W:Tell him to find another love
W:
W:Bring to him this wee pen knife
W:Tell him to find another wife
W:
W:Bring to him this gay gold ring
W:Tell him I'm going to my burning
W:
W:The father he put up the stake
W:The brothers the fire did make
W:Bonnie Susie Cleland, she was burned at Dundee
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W:
X:20
T:Botany Bay
S:Digital Tradition, botnybay
D:DT #425, Laws L16
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Come all you men of learning,
W:And a warning take by me,
W:I would have you quit night walking,
W:And shun bad company.
W:I would have you quit night walking,
W:Or else you'll rue the day,
W:You'll rue your transportation, lads,
W:When you're bound for Botany Bay.
W:
W:I was brought up in London town
W:And a place I know full well,
W:Brought up by honest parents
W:For the truth to you I'll tell.
W:Brought up by honest parents,
W:And rear'd most tenderly,
W:Till I became a roving blade,
W:Which proved my destiny.
W:
W:My character soon taken was,
W:And I was sent to jail,
W:My friends they tried to clear me,
W:But nothing could prevail.
W:At the Old Bailey Sessions,
W:The Judge to me did say,
W:"The Jury's found you guilty, lad,
W:So you must go to Botany Bay."
W:
W:To see my aged father dear,
W:As he stood near the bar,
W:Likewise my tender mother,
W:Her old grey locks to tear;
W:In tearing of her old grey locks
W:These words to me did say,
W:"O Son! O Son! What have you done
W:That you're going to Botany Bay?"
W:
W:It was on the twenty eighth of May,
W:From England we did steer,
W:And, all things being safe on board
W:We sail'd down the river, clear.
W:And every ship that we pass'd by,
W:We heard the sailors say,
W:"There goes a ship of clever hands,
W:And they're bound for Botany Bay."
W:
W:There is a girl in Manchester,
W:A girl I know full well,
W:And if ever I get my liberty,
W:Along with her I'll dwell.
W:O, then I mean to marry her,
W:And no more to go astray;
W:I'll shun all evil company,
W:Bid adieu to Botany Bay.
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X:21
T:Brian O'Lynn (2)
S:Digital Tradition, brnolyn2
H:The earliest version is that in The Pinder of Wakefield (1632);
H:ed. E.A. Horsman (Liverpool U.P., 1956, 73-5),
H:although a variant of one verse is sung by Moros in The Longer thou livest,
H:the more foole thou art (by William Wager, written 1564?; registered 1569).
N:(1) Chambers PRS (1847), 192; (1870), 33, from recitation in Lanarkshire.
N:[Followed by Montgomerie SNR (1946), 111 (138).]
N:(2) Sharpe A Ballad Book (1823), 44 (xvi).
N:(3) Sharpe, ed. Laing (1880), 137; a note on Sharpe's text by Sir Walter Scott.
N:As sung by "the late Mr. Drummond of Strageth."  After st. 1 come Sharpe's two stanzas.
B:(1) Chambers PRS (1847), 192; (1870), 33, from
B:recitation in Lanarkshire.  [Followed by Montgomerie SNR
B:(1946), 111 (138).]
B:(2) Sharpe A Ballad Book (1823), 44 (xvi).
B:(3) Sharpe, ed. Laing (1880), 137; a note on Sharpe's
B:text by Sir Walter Scott. As sung by "the late Mr.
B:Drummond of Strageth."  After st. 1 come Sharpe's two
B:stanzas.
B:Other versions in Kinloch's MS. Burlesque and Jocular Ballads
B:and Songs (Edinburgh, 1827-9), 46, "Thomas o' Linn"; St.
B:Clair (Mansfield) MS. (1781-5), versions of Sharpe's text
B:with another scatological stanza (Thomas Crawford, Love,
B:Labour and Liberty [1976], 19-20, giving tune as in Kinsley,
Z:dt:brnolyn2
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:1.
W:Tam o' the linn cam up the gait,
W:Wi' twenty puddings on a plate,
W:And every pudding had a pin,
W:"We'll eat them a'," quo' Tam o' the linn.
W:
W:Tam o' the linn had nae breeks to wear,
W:He coft him a sheep's-skin to make him a pair,
W:The fleshy side out, the woolly side in,
W:"It's fine summer cleeding," quo' Tam o' the linn.
W:
W:Tam o' the linn, he had three bairns,
W:They fell in the fire, in each other's arms;
W:"Oh," quo' the boonmost, "I've got a het skin;"
W:"It's hetter below," quo' Tam o' the linn.
W:
W:Tam o' the linn gaed to the moss,
W:To seek a stable to his horse;
W:The moss was open, and Tam fell in,
W:"I've stabled mysel'," quo' Tam o' the linn.
W:
W:2.
W:Tam o' Lin's daughter scho sat on the stair,
W:And, "wow," quo scho, "Father, am na I fair?
W:There's mony ane wed wi an unwhiter skin."
W:"The deil whorl't aff," quo Tam o' the Lin.
W:
W:Tam o' Lin's daughter scho sat on the brig,
W:And, "wow," quo scho, "Father, am na I trig?"
W:The brig it brak, and she tummel'd in--
W:"Your tocher's paid," quo Tam o' the Lin.
W:
W:3.
W:Tam o' the Linn was a Scotsman born,
W:Fa la linkum, feedledum.
W:He had a cap of a hunter's horn.
W:Fa la linkum, feedledum.
W:
W:The wrong side out, and the right side in,"A very gude cap," quo Tam o' the Linn.
W:With my feedledum, &c.
W:
W:. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
W:
W:Tam o' the Linn's gaen doon to the moss,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:Seeking a stable to stable his horse,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:The night being mirk, the mare fell in,
W:"Ye're stall'd for the night," quo Tam o' the Linn.
W:
W:Tam o' the Linn was no very wise,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:He had three shillings and bought a grice,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:The grice gaed out but she never came in--
W:"We've lost our grice," quo Tam o' the Linn.
W:
W:Tam o' the Linn and his wife's mither,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:They fell baith in the fire thegither,
W:Fa la, &c.
W:Tam being undermost gat a brunt skin,
W:"Take turn about, mither," quo Tam o' the Linn.
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X:22
T:Brose and Butter
S:Digital Tradition, brose2
N:St. 2 in Herd 1776 II.203-4, part of a rather suggestive song
N:that has parallels which are downright bawdy:
B:Chambers PRS (1847), 186; (1870), 23
B:Ford CR 18; Montgomerie SNR (1946), 20 (no. 6).
Z:dt:brose2
M:9/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Gi'e my love brose, brose,
W:Gi'e my love brose and butter,
W:Gi'e my love brose, brose,
W:Yestreen he wanted his supper.
W:
W:Jenny sits up in the laft,
W:Jocky wad fain hae been at her,
W:There came a wind out of the wast,
W:Made a' the windows to clatter.
W:Gi'e my love, &c.
W:
W:A goose is nae good meat,
W:A hen is boss within,
W:In a pye there's muckle deceit,
W:A pudding it is a good thing.
W:Gi'e my love, &c.
K:A
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X:23
T:By the Hush
S:Digital Tradition, byhush
N:According to Frank Harte, "by the hush" is a corruption of the Irish "Bi i do thost", or "be quiet" RG.
B:From Margaret Christl, The Barley Grain for Me (Folk-Legacy FSC-62)
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=132
W:It's by the hush, me boys
W:I'm sure that's to hold your noise,
W:And listen to poor Paddy's narration.
W:For I was by hunger pressed,
W:And in poverty distressed,
W:And I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  So, here's you boys,
W:  Do take my advice;
W:  To Americay I'd have youse not be farin'
W:  For there's nothing here but war,
W:  Where the murdering cannons roar,
W:  And I wish I was at home in dear old Erin.
W:
W:I sold me horse and plough,
W:Me little pigs and cow,
W:And me little farm of land and I parted.
W:And me sweetheart, Biddy McGhee,
W:I'm sure I'll never see,
W:For I left her there that morning, broken hearted.
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:Meself, and a hundred more,
W:To America sailed o'er,
W:Our fortune to be making, we was thinking;
W:But when we landed in Yankee land,
W:They shoved a gun into our hand,
W:Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. "
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:General Mahar (Meagher) to us said,
W:"If you get shot or lose your head,
W:Every murdered soul of you will get a pension."
W:Well, in the war I lost me leg
W:All I've now is a wooden peg;
W:I tell you, 'tis the truth to you I'll mention.
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:Now I think meself in luck
W:To be fed upon Indian buck
W:In old Ireland, the country I delight in;
W:And with the devil I do say,
W:"Curse Americay, "
W:For I'm sure I've had enough on their hard fighting.
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X:24
T:Captain Grant
S:Digital Tradition, captgrnt
N:Several printed versions between 1900 and 1910. Published broadside
N:had three or four aditional verses. Tune similar to that of Johnny Troy
N:RG
B:From Travellers' Songs, MacColl & Seeger
B:Collected from Nelson Ridley
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
W:Where I was bound apprentice was down in Northamptonshire,
W:Where I did take my lodgings in the centry of a wood,
W:With my two metal bullets and my bright shiny sword,
W:And it's quickly they did banish me to Edinborough Town.
W:
W:From Edinborough Town, my boys, I thought it myself good,
W:Till I did take my lodgings in the centry of a wood;
W:It was through that wicked woman had me surrounded as I were laying
W:May the Lord have mercy on me ! ' cried bold Captain Grant.
W:
W:Now, here's to my wife and my five children small,
W:And since I 've been drinking I have ruined them all ;
W:God save 'em and God keep 'em from sickness and from want
W:"May the Lord have mercy on me!" said bold Captain Grant.
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X:25
T:Caroline of Edinburgh Town
S:Digital Tradition, caroedin
N:Tune is a variant of Irish Girl, or Farmer and Shantyboy collected from Ella Warner Fisher
N:in 1932 tune "CAROEDN3" from Songs the Whalemen Sang, Huntington
B:from New Green Mountain Songster, Flanders et al.
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=50
W:Come all you men and maidens attend unto my rhyme
W:It's of a young damsel who scarce was in her prime
W:She beat the blushing roses admired by all around
W:Was lovely young Caroline of Edinburgh Town
W:
W:Young Henry was a Highland man a-courting to her came
W:And when her parents came to know, they did not like the same
W:Young Henry was offended and unto her did say
W:"Arise my dearest Caroline and with me run away.
W:
W:"We will both go to London, love, and there we'll wed with speed
W:And then lovely Caroline shall have happiness indeed."
W:Now enticed by young Henry, she put on her other gown
W:And away went young Caroline of Edinburgh Town.
W:
W:Over hills and lofty mountains together they did roam
W:In time arrived at London, far from their native home
W:Said Henry, "I will go to sea, your parents did on me frown
W:So beg your way without delay to Edinburgh Town.
W:
W:"The fleet is fitting out at Spitzhead dropping down
W:And I will join the fleet to fight for King and crown
W:The gallant tars may feel their scars or in the water drown
W:Yet I never will again return to Edinburgh Town."
W:
W:Oppressed with grief without relief this damsel she did go
W:Into the woods to eat such fruit as on the trees did grow
W:Some strangers they did pity her and some did on her frown
W:And some did say, "What made you stray from Edinburgh Town?"
W:
W:There many a day she passed away in sorrow and despair
W:Her cheeks, though once like roses, were grown like lilies fair
W:She cried, "Where is my Henry?" and often she did swoon
W:Crying, "Sad is the day, I ran away from Edinburgh Town."
W:
W:'Twas beneath a balmy oak where she sat down to cry
W:A-watching of the gallant ships as they were passing by
W:She gave one shriek for Henry and plunged her body down
W:And away floated Caroline of Edinburgh Town.
W:
W:A note, likewise her bonnet, she left upon the shore
W:And in the note a lock of hair, with words, "I am no more."
W:And fast asleep into the deep, the fish were watching round
W:Once comely young Caroline of Edinburgh Town.
W:
W:Come all young tender parents, ne'er try to part true love
W:You're sure to see, in some degree, the ruin it will prove
W:Likewise young men and maidens, ne'er on your lovers frown
W:Think on the fate of Caroline of Edinburgh Town.
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X:26
T:Chastity Belt, The
S:Digital Tradition, chasbelt
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Oh say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover
W:Condemn me no longer to moan and to weep
W:Struck down like a hawk, I lie wounded and bleeding
W:Oh let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep
W:Enter your keep nonie nonie, enter your keep nonie nonie
W:Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep
W:
W:Alas gentle errant, I am not a maiden
W:I'm married to Sir Oswald, that cunning old Celt
W:He's gone to wars for twelve months or longer
W:And he's taken the key to my chastity belt
W:Chastity belt nonie nonie, chastity belt nonie nonie
W:Taken the key to my chastity belt
W:
W:Fear not gentle lady for I know a locksmith
W:To his shop we will go, on his door we will knock
W:And try to avail us of his technical knowledge
W:And see if he's able to unpick your lock
W:Unpick your lock nonie nonie, unpick your lock nonie nonie
W:See if he's able to unpick your lock
W:
W:Alas sir and madam, to help I'm unable
W:My technical knowledge is to no avail
W:I can't find the secret to your combination
W:For the cunning old bastard has fitted a Yale
W:Fitted a Yale nonie nonie, fitted a Yale nonie none
W:The cunning old bastard has fitted a Yale
W:
W:I come from the wars with dire news of disaster
W:A terrible mishap I have to confide
W:As my ship was a passing the Straits of Gibraltar
W:I carelessly dropped the key over the side
W:Over the side nonie nonie, over the side nonie nonie
W:Carelessly dropped the key over the side
W:
W:Alas and alack I am locked up forever
W:Then up spoke the page boy "Leave it to me"
W:If you will allow me to enter your chamber
W:I'll open it up with me duplicate key
W:Duplicate key nonie nonie, duplicate key nonie nonie
W:Open it up with me duplicate key
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X:27
T:Chevalier's Lament, The
C:Robert Burns
S:Digital Tradition, chvlamnt
H:tune: Captain Okean (220)
O:Scots
Z:DT: chvlamnt
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
W:The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale,
W:The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
W:And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
W:But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,
W:When the lingering moments are number'd by care ?
W:No flow'rs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing,
W:Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair!
W:
W:The deed that I dar'd, could it merit their malice,
W:A king and a father to place on his throne ?
W:His right are these hills, and his right are those valleys,
W:Where the wild beasts find shelter, tho I can find none!
W:But 'tis not my suff'rings this wretched, forlorn-
W:My brave gallant friends,'Tis your ruin I mourn!
W:Your faith prov'd so loyal in hot bloody trial,
W:Alas! can I make it no better return?
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X:28
T:Cliffs of Doneen, The
S:Digital Tradition, clffdnen
O:Irish
Z:dt:clffdnen
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:You may travel far far from your own native land,
W:Far away o'er the mountains, far a-way o'er the foam,
W:But of all the fine places that I've ever been
W:Sure there's none can compare with the cliffs of Doneen.
W:
W:Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
W:You'll see the high rocky mountains o'er the west coast of Clare
W:Oh the town af Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
W:From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen.
W:
W:It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day
W:Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
W:Oh the hares and lofty pheasants are plain to be seen
W:Making homes for their young round the cliffs of Doneen.
W:
W:Fare thee well to Doneen, fare thee well for a while
W:And to all the kind people I'm leaving behind
W:To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
W:And the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen.
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X:29
T:Come All Ye Coal Miners
C:Sarah Ogan Gunning
S:Digital Tradition, comminer
O:America
Z:dt:comminer
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come all you coal miners wherever you may be
W:And listen to a story that I'll relate to thee
W:My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I'll tell
W:I am a coal miner's wife, I'm sure I wish you well
W:
W:I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred
W:I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and cornbread
W:And I know how the coal miners work and slave in the coal mines everyday
W:For a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay
W:
W:Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today
W:With plenty of dirty slaving work and very little pay
W:Coal miner won't you wake up and open your eyes and see
W:What the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me
W:
W:They take your very life blood and they take our children's lives
W:They take fathers away from children and husbands away from wives
W:Oh miner, won't you organize wherever you may be
W:And make this a land of freedom for workers like you and me
W:
W:Dear miner, they will slave you until you can't work no more
W:And what'll you get for your living but a dollar in a company store
W:A tumble-down shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top
W:You have to pay the company rent, your paying never stops
W:
W:I am a coal miner's wife, I'm sure I wish you well
W:Let's sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell
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X:30
T:Come by the Hills
C:Traditional Irish Air
S:Digital Tradition, combyhil
H:Irish air: Boy from the Erne (Buaschaill on Eirne)
N:Author: Tom Smith
N:Words: Gordon Smith
D:Recorded by Irish Rovers, Silver Anniversary;Loreena McKennitt, Elemental
O:Irish
Z:dt:combyhil
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
W:And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
W:Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
W:Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day  is  done
W:
W:Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song
W:And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
W:Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
W:Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this  day  is  done
W:
W:Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mains
W:Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gain
W:Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won
W:Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this  day  is  done
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X:31
T:Cow that ate the Piper, The
S:Digital Tradition, cowpiper
N:Tune: Denny Byrne, The Piper
B:From Colm O'Lochlainn's More Irish Street Ballads
O:Irish
Z:dt:cowpiper
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:In the year ninety-eight, when our troubles were great,
W:It was treason to be a Milesian (Militian?).
W:I can never forget the big black whiskered set,
W:That history tells us were Hessians.
W:In them heart breaking times we had all sorts of crimes,
W:As murdering never was rifer.
W:On the hill of Glencree, not an acre from me,
W:Lived bould Denny Byrne, the piper.
W:
W:Neither wedding nor wake was worth an old shake,
W:If Denny was not first invited,
W:For at emptying legs or squeezing the bags,
W:He astonished as well as delighted.
W:In such times poor Denny could not ear a penny,
W:Martial law had a sting like a viper -
W:It kept Denny within till his bones and his skin
W:Were a-grin through the rags of the piper.
W:
W:'Twas one heavenly night, with the moon shining bright,
W:Coming home from the fair of Rathangan.
W:He happened to see, from the branch of a tree,
W:The corpse of a Hessian there hanging;
W:Says Denny, "These rogues have fine boots, I've no brogues,"
W:He laid on the heels such a griper,
W:They were so gallus tight, and he pulled with such might,
W:Legs and boots came away with the piper.
W:
W:So he tucked up the legs and he took to his pegs,
W:Till he came to Tim Kavanagh's cabin,
W:"By the powers," says Tim, "I can't let you in,
W:You'll be shot if you stop out there rappin'."
W:He went round to the shed, where the cow was in bed,
W:With a wisp he began for to wipe her -
W:They lay down together on the seven foot feather,
W:And the cow fell a-hugging the piper.
W:
W:The daylight soon dawned, Denny got up and yawned,
W:Then he dragged on the boots of the Hessian:
W:The legs, by the law! he threw them on the straw,
W:And he gave them leg-bail on his mission.
W:When Tim's breakfast was done he sent out his son
W:To make Denny lep like a lamp-lighter -
W:When two legs there he saw, he roared like a daw
W:"Oh! daddy, de cow eat de piper."
W:
W:"Sweet bad luck to the baste, she'd a musical taste,"
W:Says Tim, "to go eat such a chanter,
W:Here Padraic, avic, take this lump of a stick,
W:Drive her up to Glenealy, I'll cant her."
W:Mrs Kavanagh bawled - the neighbours were called,
W:They began for to humbug and jibe her,
W:To the churchyard she walks with the legs in a box,
W:Crying out, "We'll be hanged for the piper."
W:
W:The cow then was drove just a mile or two off,
W:To a fair by the side of Glenealy,
W:And the crathur was sold for four guineas in gold
W:To the clerk of the parish, Tim Daly.
W:They went into a tent, and the luck-penny spent,
W:(For the clerk was a woeful old swiper),
W:Who the divil was there, playing the Rakes of Kildare,
W:But their friend, Denny Byrne, the piper.
W:
W:Then Tim gave a bolt like a half-broken colt,
W:At the piper he gazed like a gommach;
W:Says he, "By the powers, I thought these eight hours,
W:You were playing in Dhrimindhu's stomach."
W:But Denny observed how the Hessian was served,
W:So they all wished Nick's cure to the viper,
W:And for gra that they met, their whistles they wet,
W:And like devils they danced round the piper.
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X:32
T:Crafty Maid's Policy, The
S:Digital Tradition, crafmaid
B:Printed on a broadside in 1860, believed to be much older
D:Recorded by Frankie Armstrong
Z:dt:crafmaid
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come listen a while and I'll sing you a song
W:Of three merry gentlemen riding along
W:They met a fair maid and to her did say
W:"I fear this cold morning will do you some harm"
W:
W:"Oh no, kind sir," said the maid, "You're mistaken
W:To think this cold morning will do me some harm
W:There's one thing I crave, it lies twixt your legs
W:If you give me that, it will keep me warm"
W:
W:"Since you crave it, my dear, you shall have it
W:If you'll come with me to yonder green tree
W:Then since you do crave it, my dear you shall have it
W:I'll make these two gentlemen witness to be"
W:
W:So the gentleman lighted and straightway she mounted
W:And looking the gentleman hard in the face
W:Saying, "You knew not my meaning, you wrong understood me"
W:And away she went galloping down the long lane
W:
W:"Oh gentlemen, lend me one of your horses
W:That I might ride after her down the long lane
W:If I overtake her, I'll warrant I'll make her
W:Return unto me my horse back again"
W:
W:But soon as this fair maiden she saw him coming
W:She instantly then took her pistol in hand
W:Saying, "Doubt not my skill, it's you I would kill
W:I'd have you stand back or you are a dead man"
W:
W:"Oh why do you spend your time here in talking
W:Why do you spend your time here in vain
W:Come give her a guinea, it's what she deserves
W:I'll warrant she'll give you your horse back again"
W:
W:"Oh no, kind sir, you're vastly mistaken
W:If it is his loss, well it is my gain
W:And you are a witness that he give it to me"
W:And away she went galloping over the plain
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X:33
T:Crimean War, The
S:Digital Tradition, crimeawr
O:Irish
Z:dt:crimeawr
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=50
W:As I roved down through Irish town one evening last July,
W:The mother of a soldier in tears I did espy,
W:Saying: "God be with you, Johnny dear,though you are far from me;
W:For you my heart is breaking, since you went to the Crimee.
W:
W:"O Johnny, I gave you schooling; I gave you a trade likewise
W:That you need not have joined the army had you took my advice.
W:You need not have gone to face your foes where cannons loudly roar,
W:And thousands fall their victims upon the Russian shore.
W:
W:He joined the fourteenth regiment, it being a gallant corps;
W:They landed safe while mentioned upon the Russian shore.
W:He fought in four engagements with the loss of men each day,
W:O many's the mother shedding tears for them that's far away.'
W:
W:"We fought at Balaklava where we did not succeed;
W:Down in the Valley of Inkerman where thousands there did bleed.
W:'Twas on the hcights of Alma that we did gain the day,
W:Young Johnny mentioned all to me, though he is far away."
W:
W:The fighting at Sebastopol would give the world surprise;
W:It being so hard to take it, the enemy were so wise.
W:But Paddy's sons with British guns their valor did display,
W:And togethcr with the sons of France, thank God, we gained the day.
W:
W:Now to conclude and finish, I mean to end my song;
W:I'm thankful to the great God that I've survived so long.
W:Likewise unto you, mother dear, for me you did adore,
W:I'm happy to return again to childhood's home once more.
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X:34
T:Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird
S:Digital Tradition, cuckbird
B:Tune from Sharp, English Folk Songs
D:Recorded by Edna Ritchie, Jean Ritchie, Joan Baez, etc
Z:dt:cuckbird
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The cuckoo she's a pretty bird
W:She sings as she flies
W:She brings us glad tidings
W:And tells us no lies
W:
W:She sucks all sweet flowers
W:To make her voice clear
W:She never sings cuckoo
W:Till summer is near
W:
W:She flies the hills over
W:She flies the world about
W:She flies back to the mountain
W:She mourns for her love
W:
W:The cuckoo she's a pretty bird
W:She sings as she flies
W:She brings us glad tidings
W:And tells us no lies
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X:35
T:Cuckoo, The
S:Digital Tradition, cukoo4
N:From Traveller's Songs, MacColl & Seeger
N:Collected from Caroline Hughes
B:From Travellers' Songs, MacColl & Seeger
Z:dt:cukoo4
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:O, it's night after night, love, I do lay on my bed,
W:With the feathery pillows all under my head;
W:Neither sleeping nor waking, no nor worse (rest?) can I find,
W:But the thought of that young man, he still troubles my mind.
W:
W:Now, I will rise then and meet him as the evening draws nigh;
W:I will meet him in the evening, as the evening draws nigh ;
W:And if you think you love a iittle girl, your mind for to ease,
W:O, can't you love the old one, till the young one came on (can please?)
W:
W:It's like the flowers all in your garden when the beauty's all gone
W:Can't you see what I'm come to by a-loving that one?
W:Now, the grave he will rot you, he will rot you all away,
W:Not one young man out of twenty can a young maiden trust.
W:
W:Now, I'll take my week's wages, to the alehouse I'II go,
W:O, and there I'll set drinking till my money's all gone;
W:Here's my wife and little family at home, starving too,
W:And me in this alehouse, a-spending all that I earn.
W:
W:Now, the cuckoo, she's called a merry bird, for she sings as she flies,
W:O, she brings us good tidings and she tells we no lies;
W:She sucks all small birds' eggs for to keep her voice clear,
W:And every time she hollers "cuckoo!" , don't the summer draw nigh?
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X:36
T:Cumberland's Crew, The
S:Digital Tradition, cumbcrew
N:The Cumberland was the first (of two) victim of the
N:Confederate ironclad Merrimac (renamed Virginia). The battle
N:occurred on March 8, 1862, the day before the Merrimac fought
N: the North's armored Monitor to a more-or-less draw.
B:From Shanteymen and Shanty Boys, Doerflinger
Z:dt:cumbcrew
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Now then, shipmates, come gather and join in my ditty
W:Of a terrible battle that's happened of late
W:When each Union tar shed a tear of sad pity
W:When he heard of the once-gallant Cumberland's fate.
W:
W:O, the eighth day of March told a terrible story
W:And many brave tars to this world bid adieu,
W:Our flag it was wrapped in a mantle of glory
W:By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland's crew.
W:
W:On the ill-fated day, about ten in the morning,
W:The sky it was clear and bright shone the sun.
W:The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning
W:That told every seaman to stand by his gun.
W:
W:Then an ironclad frigate down on us came bearing,
W:And high in the air the Rebel flag fiew.
W:The pennant of treason she proudly was wearing,
W:Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.
W:
W:Then up spoke our captain with stern resolution,
W:Saying, "Boys, of this monster, now, don't be afraid (dismayed)
W:We've sworn to maintain our beloved Constitution,
W:And to die for our country we are not afraid'"
W:
W:Our noble ship fired, our guns dreadfully thundered;
W:Our shot on the Rebel like hail we did pour.
W:The people on shore gazed, struck with terror and wonder,
W:As our shot struck her side and glanced harmlessly o'er.
W:
W:Now, the pride of our Navy can never be daunted,
W:Though the dead and the wounded our decks they did strcw
W:"We'll die at our quarters or conquer victorious: ''
W:Was answered in cheers by the Cumberland's crew.
W:
W:"We've fought for the Union, our cause it is glorious.
W:To the Star Spangled Banner we'll ever prove true.
W:We'll be wept for by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters
W:And never forgotten,"  sang the Cumberland's crew.
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X:37
T:Cunnla
S:Digital Tradition, cunnldr
N:Tune is "The Friar's Britches"
D:from the singing of Joe Heaney
O:Irish
Z:dt:cunnldr
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:O who is that out there knocking the ditches down
W:O who is that out there knocking the ditches down
W:O who is that out there knocking the ditches down
W:Nobody, only Cunnla
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Cunnla dear, don't come any nearer me
W:  Cunnla dear, don't come any nearer me
W:  Cunnla dear, don't come any nearer me
W:  Maybe I shouldn't, says Cunnla
W:
W:Who is that down there tapping the windowpane
W:Nobody, only Cunnla
W:
W:Who is that down there raking the fire for me
W:Nobody, only Cunnla
W:
W:Who is that down there tickling the toes off me
W:Nobody, only Cunnla
W:
W:Who is that down there pulling the blanket off
W:Nobody, only Cunnla
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X:38
T:Curragh of Kildare
S:Digital Tradition, currkild
D:Recorded by Cliff Haslam and Owen McBride
O:Irish
Z:dt:currkild
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
W:Oh the winter it has passed
W:And the summer's come at last
W:The small birds are singing in the trees
W:And their little hearts are glad
W:ah, but mine is very sad
W:Since my true love is far away from me
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  And straight I will repair
W:  To the Curragh of Kildare
W:  For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear
W:
W:Oh the rose upon the briar
W:And the clouds that float so high
W:Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
W:And their little hearts are blessed
W:But mine can know no rest
W:Since my true love is far away from me
W:
W:All you who are in love
W:Aye and cannot it remove
W:I pity the pain that you endure
W:For experience lets me know
W:That your hearts are filled with woe
W:It's a woe that no mortal can cure
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X:39
T:Dalesman's Litany or From Hull and Halif
S:Digital Tradition, daleslit
D:Recorded by Hart and Prior on Olde England and Frankie Armstrong on Here's a Health
Z:dt:daleslit
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:It's hard when folks can't find their work
W:where they've been bred and born
W:When I was young I always thought
W:I'd bide among fruits and corn
W:But I've been forced to work in towns
W:so here's my litany
W:From Hull and Halifax and Hell
W:Good Lord deliver me
W:
W:When I was courting Mary Jane
W:The old Squire he said one day
W:I've no room here for wedded folks
W:Choose whether to wed or stay
W:Well I couldn't give up the lass that I loved
W:So to town we had to flee
W:From Hull and Halifax and Hell
W:Good Lord deliver me
W:
W:I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield
W:and addled honest brass
W:At Bradford, Keighley, Rotterham
W:I've kept m'bairns and m'lass
W:I've travelled all three Ridings round
W:And once I went to sea
W:From forges, mills and sailing ships
W:Good Lord deliver me
W:
W:I've walked at night thru Sheffield lanes
W:T'was the same as being in Hell
W:Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire
W:and roared like the wind on the fell
W:And I've shovelled coals in the Barnsley pits
W:with muck up to m'knee
W:From Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotterham
W:Good Lord deliver me
W:
W:I've seen fog creeping across Leeds brig
W:as thick as Bastille soup
W:I've lived where folks were stowed away
W:like rabbits in a coop
W:And I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck
W:as black as ebony
W:From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsley Slack
W:Good lord deliver me
W:
W:Well now our children are all fled
W:to the country we've come back
W:There's forty miles of heathery moor
W:'twixt us and the coal pits slack
W:And as I sit by the fire at night
W:I laugh and shout with glee
W:From Hull and Halifax and Hell
W:Good Lord deliver me.
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X:40
T:Daniel Monroe
S:Digital Tradition, danmonro
N:It's easy to forget that, to the English and many of the colonists, the Revolution was a Civil War.
N:Here's a Civil War type song. RG
B:From Folk Songs of the Americas, Lloyd and Rivera
Z:dt:danmonro
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Ye Sons of North Britain that were caused for to range
W:Unto some foreign country where lands they were strange.
W:Among that great number was Daniel Monroe:
W:Straightway unto America likewise he did go.
W:
W:Two sons with his brother he caused them to stay.
W:The price of their passage he could not well pay.
W:When seven long winters had passed by and gone,
W:They asked for to leave, but money was none.
W:
W:Being discontented, no comfort they find,
W:But the thoughts of the army did run in their mind:
W:So leaving their uncle, they roamed till they found
W:A regiment of foot for America bound.
W:
W:And when they had landed in that country wild,
W:Surrounded by rebels on every side,
W:With humble submission these two brothers went
W:Unto their good captain to gain his consent.
W:
W:To which their good captain was pleased to agree
W:They might go up-country their parents to see.
W:So leaving the camp with a boy for a guide,
W:They made for the place where their parents reside.
W:
W:They travelled along till they came to a grove.
W:The leaves and the branches they all seemed to move:
W:There being two rebels that lurked in the wood,
W:They pointed their pistols where the two brothers stood.
W:
W:Lodging a bullet in each brother's breast,
W:They rushed on their prey like two ravenous beasts,
W:To take all their money and rip up their clothes,
W:And if they're not dead, for to give them some blows.
W:
W:You ravenous villains, you bloodthirsty hounds,
W:How could you have killed us before we had found,
W:Had found our dear father we sought with such care!
W:When he hears of our fate he will die of despair.
W:
W:He left us in Scotland seven twelvemonths ago.
W:Perhaps you may know him, his name is Monroe.
W:The old man astonished, in wonder he stood
W:A-gazing on his sons who lay bleeding in the wood.
W:
W:He cried out in sorrow: Oh, what have I done?
W:A curse on my hands, I have slain my own son!
W:If you be my father, the young man did cry,
W:I'm glad that I've seen you before that I die.
W:
W:I'll sink beneath sorrow, give way to despair.
W:I'll linger a while till death ends my care,
W:In hopes for to meet you on a happier shore
W:Where I won't be able to kill you any more.
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X:41
T:Dark Island, The
S:Digital Tradition, darkisle
Z:dt:darkisle
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:In the years long ago
W:When I first left my home
W:I was young and I wanted
W:The whole world to roam;
W:But now I am older
W:And wiser, you see,
W:For that lovely dark island
W:Is calling to me.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  O, I've wandered away
W:  From the land of my birth,
W:  And been roaming around
W:  To the ends of the earth,
W:  Still my heart is at home
W:  In that land far away
W:  That lovely dark island
W:  Where memories stray.
W:
W:One day I'll return
W:To that far-distant shore,
W:And from that dear island
W:I'll wander no more.
W:'Til the day that I die
W:I will no longer roam
W:For that lovely dark island
W:Will be my last home.
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X:42
T:Darwinian Theory, The
S:Digital Tradition, drwnthry
N:Tune: The King of the Cannibal Island
N:Author: John Young, C.E.
B:From the Scottish Students Songbook (1929 edition)
Z:dt:drwnthry
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Oh! Have you heard the news of late
W:About our great original state?
W:If you have not, I will relate
W:The grand Darwinian Theory.
W:Take care as you saunter along the street
W:How you tread on the dust beneath your feet;
W:You may crush a cherub in embryo sweet
W:For each atom may hold a germ complete,
W:Which, by some mystical process slow
W:And selective power, to a monkey grow,
W:And from that to a man, the truth to show
W:Of the grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:Oh! Hokey, pokey, Kanuwan
W:From nothing to something, from monkey to man
W:Oh! This is the great developing plan
W:Of the grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:The beginning of all was a little cell
W:Composed of what substance, no one can tell,
W:Endowed with the power to develop and swell
W:Into general life by this theory.
W:With a power to select what it wished to be
W:A fungus or flower, a bush or a tree,
W:A fowl of the air or a fish of the sea,
W:A cow or a sheep, a bug or a flea,
W:Or, if tired of these it may change its plan
W:Be a cat or a dog or O-rang-oo-tan,
W:But culminating, at last, in a man
W:By this grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:Oh! Hokey, Pokey, pow'r of selection,
W:Choose yourself your particular section,
W:A peasant, or lord with a great connection;
W:By the grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:Your attention, ladies, let me win it;
W:Just think of this theory for a minute,
W:Is there really not something distressing in it ---
W:To think that you sprang from a monkey?
W:That delicate hand was a monkey's paw
W:Those lovely lips graced a monkey's jaw,
W:Those handsome ankles, so trim and neat
W:One time surmounted a monkey's feet!
W:Those sparkling eyes a monkey did lend,
W:That graceful form from one did descend
W:From a monkey you borrowed the Grecian bend,
W:By this grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:Oh! Hokey, pokey, protoplasm
W:'Tween monkeys and men there is no chasm
W:Why shouldn't you clasp them to your bosom?
W:They're infant men, in theory.
W:
W:Some murderers we, far worse than Cain,
W:For darker deeds our character stain;
W:For thousands of brothers we've eaten and slain
W:By the grand Darwinian theory.
W:While sitting at breakfast, and picking the wing
W:Of a pigeon or grouse, or some other thing,
W:Or dining on mutton --- or lamb, in the spring ---
W:Or on salmon or trout, or on cod or on ling...
W:Gaze into the future and, say, can't you see
W:What horrible cannibals we all must be,
W:Devouring the flesh, which may yet become we,
W:By the grand Darwinian theory.
W:
W:Oh! Hokey, pokey, ringo-ging
W:The cannibal islands once had a King
W:Who ate his own kin; but to us he's no thing
W:When compared in the light of this theory.
W:
W:But why should the theory end with man?
W:If he has been less, surely more he can
W:And should be, by the great developing plan
W:Of the grand Darwinian theory.
W:Why should he not on this earth yet be
W:An angel, or god, like Mercury
W:With a wing on each shoulder, each ankle and knee?
W:Oh! how delightful then it will be
W:When sighing, and wishing your sweetheart to see
W:To wipe your beak, and just upwards flee
W:Like birds --- and meet your love on a tree
W:On the top of a hill, by this theory.
W:
W:Oh! Hokey, pokey, ringo-ging,
W:The world then literally on the wing,
W:No street cabs needed, or any such thing
W:By the grand Darwinian theory.
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X:43
T:Day we went to Rothesay, O, The
S:Digital Tradition, rothsayo
B:From Personal Choice, MacColl
Z:dt:rothsayo
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
W:One Hogmany at Glesca Fair
W:There was me, mysel' and sev'ral mair
W:We a' went off tp hae a tear
W:And spend the nicht in Rothesay, O.
W:We wander'd through the Broomilaw
W:Thro' wind and rain and sleet and snaw
W:And at forty minutes after twa
W:We got the lenghth of Rothesay, O.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  A dirrum a doo a dum a day
W:  A dirrum a doo a daddy, O
W:  A dirrum a doo a dum a day
W:  The day we spent in Rothesay, O.
W:
W:A sodger lad named Rutherglen Will
W:Wha's regiment lyin' at Barn Hill
W:Went off wi' a tanner to get a gill
W:In a public hoose in Rothesay, O.
W:Said he, "By Christ, I'd like to sing!"
W:Says I," Ye'll no do sic a thing."
W:He said, "Clear the room and I'll mak' a ring
W:And I'll fecht them a' in Rothesay, O!"
W:
W:In search o' lodgins we did slide
W:To find a place where we could hide
W:There was eichty-twa o' us inside
W:In a single room in Rothesay, O.
W:We a' lay doon to tak' oor ease
W:When somebody happened for to sneeze,
W:And he wakened half a million fleas
W:In that single room in Rothesay, O
W:
W:There were several different kinds o' bugs
W:Some had feet like dyers' clogs
W:And they say on the bed and they cockit' their lugs
W:And cried, "Hurrah for Rothesay, O!"
W:I said, "I think we should elope"
W:So we went and jouned the Band O' Hope
W:But the polis wouldna' let us stop
W:Anither nicht in Rothsey, O.
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X:44
T:Days of 49, The
S:Digital Tradition, daysof49
D:Recorded by Frank Warner
Z:dt:daysof49
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
W:In the good old golden days.
W:They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
W:But what care I for praise
W:I wander around from town to town
W:Just like a roving sign,
W:And the people all say "There goes Tom Moore
W:Of the days of '49.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  In the days of old, in the days of gold
W:  How often I repine
W:  For the days of old when we dug up the gold
W:  In the days of '49.
W:
W:There was Nantuck Bill, I knew him well,
W:A feller that was fond of tricks.
W:At a poker game he was always there
W:And heavy with his bricks.
W:He would ante up and draw his cards
W:And go in a hatfull blind
W:In a game of bluff, Bill lost his breath
W:In the days of '49.
W:
W:There was New York Jake, a butcher boy
W:He was always getting tight.
W:And every time that he got full
W:He was always hunting a fight.
W:One night he run up against a knife
W:In the hands of old Bob Kline
W:And over Jake they held a wake
W:In the days of '49.
W:
W:There was poor old Jess, the old lame cuss
W:He never would relent.
W:Her never was known to miss a drink
W:Or ever spend a cent.
W:At length old Jess like all the rest
W:Who never would decline,
W:In all his bloom went up the flume
W:In the days of '49.
W:
W:There was roaring Bill from Buffalo
W:I never will forget.
W:He would roar all day and he'd roar all night
W:And I guess he's roaring yet.
W:One night he fell in a prospector's hole
W:In a roaring bad design,
W:In in that hole roared out his soul
W:In the days of '49
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X:45
T:Death and the Lady
S:Digital Tradition, deathldy
B:Printed in the Penguin book of English folksongs
Z:dt:deathldy
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:As I walked out one morning in May
W:The birds did sing and the lambs did play
W:The birds did sing and the lambs did play
W:I met an old man, I met an old man
W:I met an old man by the way
W:
W:His head was bald, his beard was grey
W:His coat was of a myrtle shade
W:I asked him what strange countryman
W:Or what strange place, or what strange place
W:Or what strange place he did belong
W:
W:"My name is Death, cannot you see?
W:Lords, dukes, and ladies bow down to me
W:And you are one of those branches three
W:And you fair maid, and you fair maid,
W:And you fair maid must come with me"
W:
W:"I'll give you gold and jewels rare
W:I'll give you costly robes to wear
W:I'll give you all my wealth in store
W:If you'll let me live, if you'll let me live
W:If you'll let me live a few years more"
W:
W:"Fair lady, lay your robes aside
W:No longer glory in your pride
W:And now, sweet maid, make no delay
W:Your time is come, your time is come
W:Your time is come and you must away"
W:
W:And not long after this fair maid died
W:"Write on my tomb," the lady cried,
W:"Here lies a poor distressed maid
W:Whom Death now lately, whom Death now lately
W:Whom Death now lately hath betrayed"
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X:46
T:Derwentwater's Farewell
S:Digital Tradition, drwntfrw
N:James, Earl of Derwentwater, was beheaded in 1716 for his part in the 1715 rebellion. RG
B:From Northumbrian Minstrelsy, Bruce and Stokoe
Z:dt:drwntfrw
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Farewell to pleasant Dilston Hall,
W:My father's ancient seat,
W:A stranger now must call thee his,
W:Which gars my heart to greet.
W:Farewell each friendly, well-known face,
W:My heart has held so dear,
W:My tenants now must leave their lands
W:Or hold their lives in fear.
W:
W:No more along the banks of Tyne
W:I'll rove in autumn gray,
W:No more I'll hear at early dawn
W:The lav'rocks wake the day,
W:Then fare thee well, brave Witherington,
W:And Forster, ever true,
W:Dear Shaftesbury and Errington
W:Receive my last adieu.
W:
W:And fare thee well, George Collingwood,
W:Since fate has put us down,
W:If thou and I have lost our lives
W:Our King has lost his crown.
W:Farewell, farewell, my lady dear,
W:Ill, ill, thou counsel'dst me;
W:I never more may see the babe
W:That smiles upon thy knee.
W:
W:And fare thee well, my bonny gray steed,
W:That carried me aye so free;
W:I wish I had been asleep in my bed
W:Last time I mounted thee.
W:The warning bell now bids me cease,
W:My trouble's nearly o'er,
W:Yon sun that rises from the sea
W:Shall rise on me no more.
W:
W:Albeit that, here in London town
W:It is my fate to die,
W:Oh! carry me to Northumberland,
W:In my father's grave to lie.
W:There chant my solemn requiem
W:In Hexham's holy towers;
W:And let six maids from fair Tynedale
W:Scatter my grave with flowers.
W:
W:And when the head that wears the crown
W:Shall be laid low like mine,
W:Some honest hearts may then lament
W:For Radcliffe's fallen line.
W:Farewell to pleasant Dilston Hall,
W:My father's ancient seat,
W:A stranger now must call thee his,
W:Which gars my heart to greet.
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X:47
T:Deserter, The
S:Digital Tradition, dserter2
D:Recorded by Fairport Convention on Liege and Lief and by the Young Tradition as "Ratcliff Highway"
Z:dt:dserter2
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
W:A recruiting party came a-beating my way
W:They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know
W:And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go
W:
W:When first I deserted, I thought myself free
W:Until my cruel comrade informed against me
W:I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
W:I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
W:
W:Court martial, court martial, they help upon me
W:And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
W:May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
W:For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me
W:
W:When next I deserted, I thought myself free
W:Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
W:I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
W:I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
W:
W:Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
W:And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
W:May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
W:For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me
W:
W:Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks
W:Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed?
W:Set him free from his irons and let him go free
W:For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country"
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X:48
T:Devil and the Feathery Wife, The
S:Digital Tradition, devfeath
D:Recorded by Martin Carthy
Z:dt:devfeath
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Now there was an old farmer lived over the hill
W:and a poor old fellow they say
W:He was plagued by a scolding wife
W:the worst misfortune that day
W:
W:And as he cut wood in the forest one day
W:between dark mood and despair
W:The Devil himself, he jumped out of the bushes
W:and stood before his mare
W:
W:"What's the matter," the Devil, he cried,
W:"You look so discontent
W:Haven't you got any money to buy your food
W:Or to pay your landlord rent?
W:
W:"What would you give me," the Devil, he cried,
W:If I were to end your debate
W:And I gave you money and gear enough
W:So you'd never more want for meat"
W:
W:"But I've nothing to give you," the old man cried,
W:"I've nothing right here to my hand
W:But if you would do what you say for me
W:I'll be at your command"
W:
W:"Right and I'll make you a bargain," the Devil, he cried,
W:"A bargain you just couldn't miss
W:You bring me a beast at seven years end
W:I'll try to say what it is
W:
W:"But if that beast I name aright
W:You mark what I do tell
W:You've got to toddle along with me
W:To view the ovens of Hell"
W:
W:So the old man prospered and prospered well
W:It was all gained and spent
W:Till he came to the end of seven long years
W:Sorely he did lament
W:
W:"Oh, what is the matter?" his wife, she cried,
W:"You look so discontent
W:Sure you've gotten some silly young girl with child
W:Making you sore lament"
W:
W:"No, I've made a bargain with the Devil," he cried
W:"It was a bargain I just couldn't miss
W:I've got to bring him a beast at seven years end
W:He's got to say what it is
W:
W:"But if that beast he names aright
W:You mark what I do tell
W:I've got to toddle along with him
W:To view the ovens of Hell"
W:
W:"Oh, never you worry," his wife, she cried,
W:"Be it happens, you'll pay for your deed
W:For the wit of a woman, it comes in handy
W:At times in an hour of need
W:
W:"Go and fetch me the droppings from all of our chickens
W:And spread them all over the floor
W:Stark naked I will strip myself
W:And I'll roll all over the floor
W:
W:"And fetch me the barrel of feathers," she said
W:Of the beasts we had for our tea
W:And I'll roll and I'll roll all over in them
W:Till never an inch be free"
W:
W:So she rolled and she rolled in feathers and droppings
W:from her head right down to her navel
W:By Christ, he said, what a terrible sight
W:She looked far worse than the Devil
W:
W:Then the Devil himself came in
W:He began to steam and to hiss
W:"By Christ," he said, "What an awful sight
W:I'll be damned if I know what it is"
W:
W:He started to shake and he started to quail
W:Saying, "Have you got any more of these at home?"
W:"Oh yes," he said, "I've got seven more
W:That in my forest do roam"
W:
W:"Well if you've got seven more of these beasts
W:That in your forest do dwell
W:I'll be as good as my bargain and I'll be gone
W:She's worse than the demons in Hell"
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X:49
T:Donna Donna
S:Digital Tradition, donadona
H:Original Yiddish words by Aaron Zeitlin and Shalom Secunda;
H:English translation by Arthur Kevess and Teddi Schwartz
N:Author: Shalom Secunda
B:From Joan Baez Songbook
D:Sung by Joan Baez and Chad Mitchell
Z:dt:donadona
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:On a wagon bound for market
W:There's a calf with a mournful eye.
W:High above him there's a swallow
W:Winging swiftly through the sky.
W:
W:How the winds are laughing
W:They laugh with all their might
W:Laugh and laugh the whole day through
W:And half the summer's night.
W:
W:Dona dona dona dona
W:Dona dona dona down
W:Dona dona dona dona
W:Dona dona dona down
W:
W:"Stop complaining," said the farmer,
W:"Who told you a calf to be"
W:Why don't you have wings to fly away
W:Like the swallow so proud and free?"
W:
W:Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
W:Never knowing the reason why.
W:But whoever treasures freedom,
W:Like the swallow must learn to fly
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X:50
T:Down by the Sally Gardens
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, sallygrd
N:Author: William Butler Yeats, 1889
N:Tune: Maids of the Mourne Shore, Trad.
B:From Dyer-Bennet Songbook
O:Irish
Z:dt:sallygrd
M:2/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
W:She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
W:She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
W:But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
W:
W:In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
W:And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
W:She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
W:But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
W:
W:Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
W:She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
W:She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
W:But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
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X:51
T:Down Erin's Lovely Lee
S:Digital Tradition, erinslee
O:Irish
Z:dt:erinslee
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:On March the sixth in sixty three we sailed from Queenstown Quay
W:A gallant band of Fenian men bound for Amerikay
W:While journeying with that gallant band, as you may plainly see
W:We were forced to go from sweet Cloghroe down Erin's lovely Lee
W:
W:For six long months we ploughed the sea, from Queenstown Quay in Cork
W:Just like an arrow through the sky till we landed in New York
W:Them Yankee boys with stars and stripes came flocking down to see
W:That gallant band of Fenian men from Erin's lovely Lee
W:
W:Then one of them stepped up to me and he asked me did I know
W:The hills of Tipperary or the Glen of Aherlow
W:Or could I tell where Crowley fell, his native land to free
W:And the tower that Captain Mackey sacked, down Erin's lovely Lee
W:
W:He also asked me did I know where Wolfe Tone's body lay
W:Or could I tell the resting place of Emmet's sacred clay
W:What did I know of Michael Dwyer, the Wicklow mountain lion
W:And the three Manchester martyrs - Allen, Larkin and O'Brien
W:
W:Yes I can tell where Crowley fell, 'twas in Kilclooney Wood
W:And the tower that Captain Mackey sacked, 'twas by his side I stood
W:When he gave the word, we raised the sword and made the tyrant frown
W:And we raised the green flag o'er our heads, the harp without the crown
W:
W:When I was leaving Ireland, I passed through sweet Kildare
W:And if I do not now mistake, Wolfe Tone is buried there
W:In coming down through Dublin Town, we passed Glasnevin too
W:And its there young Robert Emmet lies, a patriot loyal and true
W:
W:But now I'm tired of roving and the seas I will cross o'er
W:To feel the clasp of honest hands when I return once more
W:When I go home to sweet Cloghroe the boys will welcome me
W:And we'll help to float a Fenian boat, down Erin's lovely Lee.
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X:52
T:Dreary Black Hills
S:Digital Tradition, drearblk
N:This version collected in Vermont. See VTBOYS
B:From Lomax, Cowboy Songs
Z:dt:drearblk
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Kind friends, you must pity my horrible tale,
W:An object of pity, l'm looking quite stale,
W:I gave up my trade selling Wright's Patent Pills
W:To go hunting gold in the dreary Black Hills.
W:
W:  Don't go away, stay at home if you can,
W:  Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
W:  For big Wallipee or Comanche Bill
W:  They will lift up your hair on the dreary Black Hills
W:
W:The roundhouse at Cheyenne is filled every night
W:With loafers and bummers of most every plight;
W:On their backs is no clothes, in their pockets no bills,
W:Each day they keep starting for the dreary Black Hills.
W:
W:I got to Cheyenne, no gold could I find,
W:I thought of the lunch route l'd left far behind;
W:Through rain, hail, and snow, froze plumb to the gills,
W:They call me the orphan of the dreary Black Hills.
W:
W:Oh, I wish the man who started this sell
W:Was a captive, and Crazy Horse had him in hell.
W:There's no use in groaning or swearing like pitch,
W:But the man who would stay here is a son of a bitch.
W:
W:Kind friend to conclude my advice I'll unfold
W:Don't go to the Black Hills a hunter for gold
W:Railroad speculators their pockets you'll fill
W:By taking a trip to the dreary Black Hills
W:
W:  Don't go away, stay at home if you can,
W:  Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne,
W:  For old Sitting Bull or Comanche Bill
W:  They will take off your scalp on the dreary Black Hills.
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X:53
T:Drill ye Tarriers, Drill
S:Digital Tradition, drilltar
B:From Dyer-Bennet Folk Song Book
D:Recorded here by Richard Dyer-Bennet, but remembered from  "Sing Along with Mitch"
Z:dt:drilltar
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=80
W:Every morning about seven o'clock
W:There were twenty tarriers drilling at the rock
W:The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still
W:And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill"
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  And drill, ye tarriers, drill
W:  Drill, ye tarriers, drill
W:  For it's work all day for the sugar in you tay
W:  Down beyond the railway
W:  And drill, ye tarriers, drill
W:  And blast, and fire
W:
W:The boss was a fine man down to the ground
W:And he married a lady six feet 'round
W:She baked good bread and she baked it well
W:But she baked it harder than the hobs of Hell
W:
W:The foreman's name was John McCann
W:By God, he was a blamed mean man
W:Last week a premature blast went off
W:And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff
W:
W:And when next payday came around
W:Jim Goff a dollar short was found
W:When he asked, "What for?" came this reply
W:"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky"
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X:54
T:Drimindown
S:Digital Tradition, drimindn
N:[1] Bucken Bon was the name of his wife; Pat was his son.
N:
N:The chorus is Irish Gaelic and has been written down as it sounds.
N:Seeger (Pete) tells us this is the basis for Kisses Sweeter than Wine.
B:From Maritime Folk Songs, Creighton
D:Sung by Mr. Emest Sellick, Charlottetown, P.E.I., 1956.
O:Irish
Z:dt:drimindn
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:There was an old man and he had but one cow,
W:And how that he lost her he couldn't tell how,
W:For white was her forehead and slick was her tail
W:And I thought my poor Drimindown never would fail
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  E-go so ro Drimindown ho ro ha.
W:  So ro Drimindown nealy you gra,
W:  So ro Drimindown or ha ma dow
W:  Me poor Drimindown nea le sko che a go slanigash
W:  So ro Drimindown horo  ha.
W:
W:Bad luck to ye Drimin and why did you die?
W:Why did ye leave me, for what and for why?
W:For I 'd sooner lose Pat and my own Bucken Bon [1]
W:Than you, my poor Drimindown, now you are gone.
W:
W:As I went to mass one fine morning in May
W:I saw my poor Drimindown sunk by the way,
W:I rolled and I bawled and my neighbours I called
W:To see my poor Drimindown, she being my all.
W:
W:My poor Drimon's sunk and I saw her no more,
W:She sunk on an island close down by the shore,
W:And after she sunk down she rose up again
W:Like a bunch of black wild berries grown in the glen.
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X:55
T:Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, drnktome
H:The origin of the tune is unknown, but traces back to at least 1770.
N:Author: Ben Jonson, 1616
Z:dt:drnktome
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Drink to me only with thine eyes,
W:And I will pledge with mine;
W:Or leave a kiss within the cup,
W:And I'll not ask for wine.
W:The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
W:Doth crave a drink divine;
W:But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
W:I would not change for thine.
W:
W:I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
W:Not so much honoring thee
W:As giving it a hope that there
W:It could not withered be;
W:But thou there on did't only breathe
W:And sent'st back to me,
W:Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
W:Not of itself, but thee.
K:C
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X:56
T:Dublin City (Spanish Lady)
S:Digital Tradition, dublncty
B:Printed in Songs of Dublin by Frank Harte
O:Irish
Z:dt:dublncty
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As I went out through Dublin City
W:At the hour of twelve o'clock at night
W:Who should I see but a Spanish lady
W:Washing her feet by candle light
W:First she washed them and then she dried them
W:Over a fire of ambry coals
W:In all my life I never did see
W:A maid so sweet about the soles
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
W:  Whack fol the toor a loor a lay
W:  Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
W:  Whack fol the toor a loor a lay
W:
W:I stopped to look but the watchman passed
W:Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late
W:Along with you home or I will wrestle you
W:Straight away through the Bridewell gate"
W:I threw a look to the Spanish lady
W:Hot as the fire of ambry coals
W:In all my life I never did see
W:A maid so sweet about the soles
W:
W:As I walked back through Dublin City
W:As the dawn of day was o'er
W:Who should I see but the Spanish lady
W:When I was weary and footsore
W:She had a heart so filled with loving
W:And her love she longed to share
W:In all my life I never did see
W:A maid who had so much to spare
W:
W:Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy
W:With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine
W:But she'd make a wife for the Provost Marshall
W:Drunk on brandy and claret wine
W:I got a look from the Spanish lady
W:Hot as a fire of ambry coals
W:In all my life I never did meet
W:A maid so sweet about the soles
W:
W:I've wandered north and I've wandered south
W:By Stoney Batter and Patrick's Close
W:Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
W:And back by Napper Tandy's house
W:Old age has laid her hands upon me
W:Cold as a fire of ashy coals
W:But where is the lonely Spanish lady
W:Neat and sweet about the soles?
W:
W:As I was leaving Dublin City
W:On that morning sad of heart
W:Lonely was I for the Spanish lady
W:Now that forever we must part
W:But still I always will remember
W:All the hours we did enjoy
W:But then she left me sad at parting
W:Gone forever was my joy
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X:57
T:Duke of Argyle, The
S:Digital Tradition, dukargyl
N:Collected from Daniel Endacott, Sally's Cove, 1921
B:From Greenleaf, Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland
Z:dt:dukargyl
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:D
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G2 A2 d2|B3B EF|G2 A3B|c2 B2 GA|\
B2 A2 B2|D4 B,A,|B,-C D3E|F2 E2 ||

X:58
T:Dumiama Dingiama Dumiama Day
S:Digital Tradition, dumiama
D:Recorded by A.L. LLoyd, Martin Carthy
Z:dt:dumiama
M:3/8
L:1/8
Q:2/8=100
W:A sailor was walking, on a bright summer's day
W:A squire and his lady were making their way
W:When the sailor he heard the squire say
W:"Tonight with you I mean to stay"
W:And the dumiama dingiama dumiama day.
W:
W:"You must tie a string around your finger
W:With the other end of the string hanging out the winder,
W:And I'll come by, and pull the string
W:And you must come down and let me in,
W:With my dumiama dingiama dumiama day."
W:
W:Says Jack to himself, "Why shouldn't I try
W:And see if a poor sailor can win such a prize"
W:So he went by and pulled the string
W:The lady came down and she let old Jack in
W:With his dumiama dingiama dumiama day.
W:
W:The squire came by. He was whistling a song;
W:Thinking in his heart there would nothing go wrong,
W:But when he got there, no string could be found
W:And so all his hopes were dashed to the ground
W:And his dumiama dingiama dumiama day.
W:
W:The lady woke up, it was just turning light
W:She jumped out of bed in a terrible fright!
W:For there was Jack in his tarry old shirt
W:Behold! his face was all covered with dirt
W:And his dumiama dingiama dumiama day.
W:
W:"Oh what do you mean, you saucy sailor
W:To creep into a lady's chamber and steal her treasure?"
W:"Oh no," says Jack, "I just pulled the string
W:And you came down and let me in
W:And my dumiama dingiama dumiama day."
W:
W:"Beg pardon," says Jack, "Have pity I say.
W:I'll steal away very quiet at the dawn of the day."
W:"Oh no!" says the lady, "Don't go too far
W:For I never will part from my jolly Jack tar
W:And his dumiama dingiama dumiama day.
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X:59
T:Dying British Sergeant, The
S:Digital Tradition, dysarge
N:From Frank Warner
O:America
Z:dt:dysarge
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Come all you good people where'er you be
W:Who walk by the land or sail by the sea.
W:Come listen to the words of a dying man,
W:I think you will remember them.
W:
W:It was on December the eighteenth day
W:That out fleet set sail for Amerikay;
W:Our drums and trumpets loud did sound,
W:And then for Boston we were bound.
W:
W:And when to Boston we did come
W:We thought by the aid of our British guns
W:We could make those Yankees own our British king
W:And daily tribute to him bring.
W:
W:They said it was a garden place,
W:And that our armies could with ease
W:Tear down their walls, lay waste their land
W:In spite of all their boasted bands.
W:
W:We found a garden place indeed,
W:But in it grew many a bitter weed,
W:Which soon cut off our highest hopes
W:And slowly wound the British troops.
W:
W:For to our sad and sore surprise
W:We saw men like grasshoppers rise.
W:"Freedom or Death!" was all their cry,
W:Believe they did not fear to die.
W:
W:When I received my deathly wound,
W:I bade farewell to British ground
W:My wife and children will mourn for me
W:Whilst I lie cold in Amerikee.
K:F
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X:60
T:Easy and Slow
S:Digital Tradition, easynslo
D:Recorded on "Borderlands", David Jones -Easy & Slow, Clancys-Flowers in the Valley
Z:dt:easynslo
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
W:It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie
W:A neat little girl and not a bit shy
W:She told me her father had come from Dungallen
W:And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  And what's that to any man, whether or no
W:  Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
W:  As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
W:  And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
W:
W:In city or country, a girl is a jewel
W:And well made for holding, the most of the while
W:But any young fellow is really a fool
W:If he tries at the first time to go a bit far
W:
W:We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the levy
W:The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
W:Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
W:My arm was around her, beyond in the park
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:If you chance for to go the town of Dungallen
W:You can search till your eyeballs are empty and blind
W:Be you sitting or walking or sporting or standing
W:Another like Annie you never will find
W:
W:  Chorus
K:C
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X:61
T:Election--The Peoples' Right
S:Digital Tradition, electrt
B:Printed in Silverman, American History Songbook
O:America
Z:dt:electrt
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:While some on rights and some on wrongs
W:Prefer their own reflections
W:The people's right demand our song
W:The right of free elections.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  The people's right demands our song
W:  The right of free elections.
W:
W:For government and order's sake,
W:And law's important sections,
W:Let's all stand by the ballot box,
W:For freedom of elections.
W:
W:Each town and county's wealth and peace,
W:Its trade and all connections,
W:With science, arts must all increase,
W:By fair and free elections.
W:
W:Then thwart the schemes of fighting lands
W:And traitor disaffections,
W:Stand up with willing heart and hands,
W:For fair and free elections.
W:
W:Should enemies beset us round
W:Of foreign fierce complexions,
W:Undaunted we can stand our ground,
W:Upheld by free elections.
W:
W:Elections are to make us laws
W:For trade, peace and protection,
W:Who fails to vote forsakes the cause
W:Of fair and free elections.
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X:62
T:Enniskillin Dragoon
S:Digital Tradition, ennisdrg
D:Recorded by Bill Meek
O:Irish
Z:dt:ennisdrg
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:A beautiful damsel of fame and renown
W:A gentleman's daughter from Monaghan town
W:As she went through the barracks this beautiful maid
W:Stood up in her coach to see dragoons on parade
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Fare ye well, Enniskillen, I must leave you for a while
W:  And all thy fair waters and Erin's green isle
W:  And when the wars are over, I'll return in full bloom
W:  And they'll all welcome home their Enniskillen dragoons
W:
W:They were all dressed up the like of gentleman's sons
W:With their bright shining rapiers and carabine guns
W:Their bayonets fornemst them, oh she saw them full soon
W:Just because that she loved an Enniskillen dragoon
W:
W:She looked to the bright sons of Mars on the right
W:Their armor outshining the stars of the night
W:"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, you have 'listed full soon
W:In the royal, loyal Enniskillen dragoons"
W:
W:"Oh Flora, dearest Flora, your pardon I crave
W:Both now and forever, you know I am your slave
W:But your parents they have slighted me, morning, night, and noon
W:Just because that you loved your Enniskillen dragoon"
W:
W:"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, head not what they say
W:For children their parents must always obey
W:And when you've left Ireland, they'll soon change their tune
W:Sayin' 'The good Lord be wi' ye, Enniskillen dragoon'"
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G3G AB|cA d3B|A2 G2 G2|G4||

X:63
T:Eppie Adair
S:Digital Tradition, epieadir
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune: My Eppie
O:Scots
Z:dt:epieadir
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:By love and by beauty,
W:By law and by duty,
W:I swear to be true to
W:My Eppie Adair!
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  An O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie!
W:  Wha wadna be happy wi Eppie Adair?
W:
W:A' pleasure exile me,
W:Dishonor defile me,
W:If e'er I beguile thee,
W:My Eppie Adair!
K:G
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e3/2-f/ g2 f2|e2 B2 ^c2|d3/2-e/ f2 e2|d-B A-F E-D|\
G2 G2 A2|B2 e2 d2|B3-A GF|E6||

X:64
T:Evil Hearted Man
S:Digital Tradition, evilman
D:Recorded by Josh White
Z:dt:evilman
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Well, I woke up this morning,
W:I was feeling mighty bad,
W:Well, my baby said, "Good morning,"
W:Hell, it made me so mad,
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Because l'm evil, well, evil-hearted me,
W:  I am so doggone evil, evil as a man can be.
W:
W:Yeh, she even made my breakfast,
W:And she brought it to my bed,
W:Well, I took a sip of coffee,
W:Threw the cup at her head,
W:
W:Now I don't even care,
W:If my baby leaves me flat,
W:'Cause I got forty-leven others,
W:If it comes to that,
W:
W:And I don't even care
W:If it rains from now on
W:An' if the gile that I love
W:Ain't never been bo'n.
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X:65
T:Factory Girl, The
S:Digital Tradition, factgirl
B:From Songs of the People, Sam Henry
Z:dt:factgirl
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Early one morning as the sun was adorning,
W:The birds on the bushes did warble and sing,
W:Gay lads and young lasses in couples were sporting
W:ln yonder green valley, their work to begin.
W:
W:I spied one among them, she was fairer than any,
W:Her cheeks like the red rose than none can excel,
W:Her skin like the lily that grows in yon valley,
W:And she's only a hard-working factory girl.
W:
W:I stepped up to her, more closely to view her,
W:When on me she cast a look of disdain,
W:Saying, "Young man, stand off me and do not come near me
W:I work for my living and think it no shame."
W:
W:"It's not for to scorn you, fair maid, I adorn you,
W:But grant me one favour, love: where do you dwell?"
W:"Kind sir, you'll excuse me, for now I must leave you,
W:For yonder's the sound of my factory bell."
W:
W:"I have lands, I have houses adorned with ivy,
W:I have gold in my pocket and silver as well,
W:And if you'll go with me, a lady I'll make you,
W:So try and say yes, my dear factory girl."
W:
W:"Love and sensation rules many a nation,
W:To many a lady perhaps you'll do well;
W:For I am an orphan, neither friend nor relation,
W:I'm only a hard-working factory girl."
W:
W:It's true I did love her, but now she won't have me,
W:And all for her sake I'll go wander a while
W:Over high hills and valleys where no one shall know me,
W:I'll mourn for the sake of my factory girl.
W:
W:Now this maid she's got married, become a great lady,
W:Became a rich lady of fame and renown,
W:She may bless the day and the bright summer's morning
W:She met with the squire and on him did frown.
W:
W:It's now to conclude and to finish those verses:
W:It's may they live happy and may they do well,
W:Come fill up your glasses and drink to the lasses
W:That attend the sweet sound of the factory bell.
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X:66
T:False Bride, The
S:Digital Tradition, flsebrde
Z:dt:flsebrde
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
W:I ainse loved a lass and I loved her sae well
W:That I hate all others that spoke of her ill
W:But now she's rewarded me ill for my love
W:She's gone tae get wed tae another
W:
W:When I saw my love tae the kirk go
W:Wi bride and bridemaidens they made a fine show
W:And I followed after, my heart filled wi woe
W:To see my love wed tae another
W:
W:When I saw my love sit doon tae dine
W:I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine
W:And I drank tae the lassie that shoulda been mine
W:But she's gone tae be wed tae another
W:
W:The men of yon forest, they ask it o' me
W:How many strawberries grow in the salt sea
W:I answer them back wi a tear in ma e'e
W:How many ships sail in the forest
W:
W:Go dig me a grave, both long, wide and deep
W:And cover it over wi florets sae sweet
W:And I'll turn in for to take a long sleep
W:And maybe in time I'll forget her
W:
W:And they dug him a grave, both long, wide and deep
W:And they covered it over wi florets sae sweet
W:And he's turned in for to take a long sleep
W:And maybe by now he's forgot her
K:F
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X:67
T:False Young Man, The
S:Digital Tradition, falsyng2
B:From Folk Songs of the Americas, Lloyd and Rivera (Canada)
Z:dt:falsyng2
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Oh, come, sit down close to me, my dear,
W:While I sing you a merry song.
W:'Tis now for us well over a year,
W:Since together you and I have been;
W:Since together you and I have been, my dear
W:Since together you and I have been.
W:'Tis now for us well over a year,
W:Since together you and I have been.
W:
W:I will not sit close to you, my dear
W:Not now nor any other time.
W:You've given your love to another one,
W:And your heart no longer is mine.
W:Your heart no longer is mine, my dear,
W:Your heart no longer is mine.
W:You've given your love to another one,
W:And your heart no longer is mine.
W:
W:When your heart truly was mine, my dear,
W:You laid your head upon my breast,
W:And I listened !o the strange oaths you swore
W:That the sun it rose in the west;
W:That the sun it rose in the west, my dear.
W:That the sun it rose in the west;
W:And I listened to the strange oaths you swore
W:That the sun it rose in the west.
W:
W:There's a rose in the garden for you, my dear,
W:A rose in the garden for you.
W:When fish fly high like the birds in the sky,
W:Young men will then prove true.
W:Young men will then prove true, my dear,
W:Young men will then prove true.
W:When fish fly high like birds in the sky,
W:Young men will then prove true.
K:F
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X:68
T:Fanny Blair
S:Digital Tradition, fanblai2
B:From English Folk Songs, Sharp
Z:dt:fanblai2
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come all you young females wherever you be,
W:Beware of false swearing and false perjury;
W:For by a young female I'm wounded full soon
W:You see I'm cut down in the height of my bloom.
W:
W:'Twas last Monday morn as I lay on my bed,
W:A young man came to me and these words he said:
W:"Rise up, Thomas Hegan! and fly you elsewhere
W:For vengeance is sworn you by young Fanny Blair."
W:
W:O young Fanny Blair, she is eighteen years old.
W:And, as I must die, the truth I'll unfold,
W:I never stole with her in all my lifetime
W:It's a hard thing to die for another man's crime.
W:
W:The day of my trial Squire Vernon was there
W:And on the green table they handed Miss Blair,
W:False oaths she's a-swearing I'm ashamed for to tell
W:Till the judge cried,"There's someone has tutored you well."
W:
W:The day that young Hegan was doomed to die,
W:The people rose up with a murmuring cry;
W:If we catch her, we'll crop her, she falsely has sworn
W:Young Hegan dies innocent we're all of us sure.
W:
W:There's one favor more which I beg of my friends,
W:To take me to Bloomfield one night by themselves;
W:And bury my body in Marylemould
W:I pray that the great God will pardon my soul.
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X:69
T:Fear A'Bhata
S:Digital Tradition, fbhata
N:This translation from the Gaelicis by Lachlan MacBean, and
N:appears in Minstrelsy of the Scottish Highlands, Moffat.
N:Pronunciation of the title is close to "eer a vata" MS
O:Scots
Z:dt:fbhata
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:I climb the mountain and scan the ocean
W:For thee, my boatman, with fond devotion
W:When shall I see thee? today? tomorrow?
W:Oh! do not leave me in lonely sorrow.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  O, my boatman, na horo aila,  (3x)
W:  May joy await thee where'er thou sailest.
W:
W:Broken-hearted, I droop and languish,
W:And frequent tears show mg bosom's anguish;
W:Shall I expect thee tonight to cheer me?
W:Or close the door, sighing, sad and weary.
W:
W:From passing boatmen I'd fain discover
W:If they have heard of or seen my lover;
W:They never tell me - I'm only chided,
W:And told my heart has been sore misguided
W:
W:My lover promised to bring his lady
W:A silken gown and a tartan plaidie,
W:A ring of gold which would show his semblance
W:But, ah! I fear me for his remembrance.
W:
W:That thou'rt a rover my friends have told me,
W:But not the less to my heart I hold thee;
W:And every night in my dream I see thee,
W:And still at dawn will the visions flee me.
W:
W:I may not hide it - my heart's devotion
W:Is not a season's brief emotion;
W:Thy love in childhood began to seize me
W:And ne'er shall fade until death release me.
W:
W:My friends oft tell me that I must sever
W:All thoughts of thee from my heart forever;
W:Their words are idle - my passions, swelling,
W:Untamed as ocean, can brook no quelling.
W:
W:My heart is weary with ceaseless wailing,
W:Like wounded swan when her strength is failing
W:Her notes of anguish the lake awaken,
W:By all her comrades at last forsaken.
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X:70
T:Finnegan's Wake
S:Digital Tradition, finnwake
D:Recorded by Clancys
O:Irish
Z:dt:finnwake
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=120
W:Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
W:A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
W:He had a brogue both rich and sweet
W:And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
W:Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
W:With a love of the whiskey he was born
W:And to help him on with his work each day
W:He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every  morn.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
W:  Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
W:  Wasn't it the truth I told you
W:  Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
W:
W:One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
W:His head was heavy which made him shake;
W:He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
W:And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
W:They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
W:And laid him out upon the bed,
W:A gallon of whiskey at his feet
W:And a barrel of porter at his head.
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:His friends assembled at the wake
W:And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
W:First they brought in tay and cake
W:Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
W:Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
W:"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
W:"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
W:Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
W:"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
W:Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
W:And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
W:And then the war did soon engage
W:'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
W:Shillelagh law was all the rage
W:And a row and a ruction soon began.
W:
W:  Chorus
W:
W:Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
W:When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
W:It missed, and falling on the bed
W:The liquor scattered over Tim!
W:The corpse revives! See how he raises!
W:Timothy rising from the bed,
W:Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
W:Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
W:
W:  Chorus
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X:71
T:Fisher Who Died in His Bed, The
S:Digital Tradition, diedbed
N:The late lamented--fisher, trapper, trawler, banker, salter--indulged in just one occupation: fishing for cod.
N:All these terms are different aspects of fishing. One of the few songs that commemorate a non-disaster. RG
B:From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowke and Johnston
Z:dt:diedbed
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Old Jim Jones the fisher, the trapper, the trawler
W:Jim Jones the fish-killin' banker is dead.
W:No fisherman surely never stepped in a dory
W:Like Jim Jones the fisher who died in his bed.
W:
W:Was there any old fellow tied sods or made bobbers
W:And set out his trawls in the dark it is said?
W:No fisherman ever braved such stormy weather
W:Like Jim Jones the trawler who died in his bed.
W:
W:Jim Jones he would shorely go out in a dory
W:And set out his traps all welghed down with lead.
W:No fisher from side on hauled traps with such tide on
W:As Jim Jones the trapper who died in his bed.
W:
W:In the foggiest of weather he'd set out the leader,
W:But who in the devil this side of the Head
W:Could haul up such codfish or pick out the dogfish
W:Like old Skipper Jones who died in his bed?
W:
W:There was never such a salter this side of the water;
W:And ne'er such a glutton for eatin' cods' heads.
W:There ne'er was a crackie who could chaw tobaccy
W:Like old Skipper Jones who died in his bed.
W:
W:Was there any old fisher or any old fellow (could)
W:Cut throats or split fish or tear off the head?
W:I'm darned if I ever saw one who'd pick liver
W:So fast as our skipper who died in his bed.
W:
W:Is there any old fellow this side of the harbor
W:Sailed straight out the harbor or tacked round the Head
W:It would make you all frantic to sail the Atlantic
W:With old Skipper Jones who died in his bed.
W:
W:His fishing days ended, his traps are unmended,
W:His trawls are all rotten, his fishing boat sunk.
W:His days as a rover are finished and over
W:Old Skipper Jim Jones who died in his bunk.
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X:72
T:Foggy Dew, The
S:Digital Tradition foggdew3
N:Still yet another completely different Foggy Dew. This  was
N:the basis for the Irish revolutionary version. Great tune. RG
O:Irish
Z:dt:foggdew3
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Over the hills I went one day,
W:A lovely maid I spied
W:With her coal black hair and her mantle so green.
W:An image to perceive.
W:Says I, "Dear girl, will you be my bride
W:And she lifted her eyes of blue
W:She smiled and said, "Young man I'm to wed
W:I'm to meet in the foggy dew."
W:
W:Over the hills I went one morn,
W:A-singing I did go.
W:Met this lovely maid with her coal-black hair,
W:And she answered soft and low:
W:Said she, "Young man, I'll be your bride,
W:If I know that you'll be true."
W:Oh, in my arms, all of her charms
W:Were casted in the foggy dew.
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X:73
T:Four Prominent Bastards
C:Trad: Solomon Levi
S:Digital Tradition, fourbstd
N:Author: Ogden Nash
N:This was, the story goes, written for a Gridiron Club dinner ca. 1941, and
N:was broadcast on Armed Service Radio by mistake. It's been published as "A
N:Ballad to be Sung By Four Prominent Love Children"
Z:dt:fourbstd
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:I'm an autocratic figure in these democratic states
W:A dandy demonstration of hereditary traits.
W:As the children of the baker make the most delicious breads
W:And the sons of Casanova fill the most exclusive beds,
W:And the Barrymores and Roosevelts and others I could name
W:Inherited the features that perpetuate their fame,
W:My position in the structure of society I owe
W:To the qualities my parents bequeathed me long ago.
W:Now, my father was a gentleman, and musical, to boot;
W:He used to play piano in a house of ill repute.
W:My mother was the madam, and a credit to her cult
W:She liked my daddy's playing, and I was the result.
W:So my mammy and my daddy are the ones I've got to thank,
W:I'm the chairman of the board of the National City Bank.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Our parents forgot to get married
W:  Our parents forgot to get wed;
W:  Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time
W:  They were somewhere off in bed.
W:  So it's thanks to our kind-hearted parents
W:  We're kings in this land of the free
W:  The banker, the broker, the Washington joker
W:  Three prominent bastards are we.
W:
W:In a cozy little cottage, in a cozy little dell
W:A dear old-fashioned farmer and his daughter used to dwell.
W:She was pretty, she was charming, she was tender, she was mild
W:And her sympathies were such that she was frequently with child.
W:The year her hospitality attained a record high
W:She found herself the mother of an infant, which was I.
W:And whenever she was gloomy I could always make her grin
W:By childishly inquiring who my daddy might have been.
W:Now the hired man was favored by the gals of mammy's set
W:And the traveling man from Scranton was an even-money bet,
W:But such were mammy motives, and such was her allure
W:That even Roger Babson wasn't altogether sure.
W:So I took my mammy's morals and I took my daddy's crust
W:And I grew to be the founder of a big investment trust.
W:
W:On a dusty southern chain-gang, on a dusty southern road
W:My late-lamented pappy made his permanent abode,
W:Now while some was there for stealing, my pappy's only fault
W:Was an overwhelming weakness for criminal assault.
W:His philosophy was simple, and free of moral tape,
W:"Seduction is for sissies; a he-man wants his rape!"
W:Pappy's total list of victims was embarrassingly rich
W:And though one of them was mammy, still he could not tell me which.
W:Well I never went to college, but I got me a degree,
W:I guess I am the model of a perfect S.O.B,
W:I'm a debit to my country, but a credit to my dad,
W:The most expensive senator this country ever had.
W:I remember pappy's telling me, "Boy, rapin' is a crime
W:Unless you rape the voters, a million at a time."
W:
W:I'm an ordinary figure in these democratic states,
W:A pathetic demonstration of hereditary traits.
W:As the children of the cops possess the flattest kind of feet
W:And the daughter of the floozie has a waggle to seat,
W:My position in the basement of society I owe
W:To the qualities my parents bequeathed me long ago.
W:Now, my father was a married man, and what is even more
W:He was married to my mother, a fact that I deplore
W:I was born in holy wedlock, consequently bye and bye
W:I got rooked by every bastard with plunder in his eye.
W:I invested, I deposited, I voted every fall
W:Did I ever get a penny saved, those bastards took it all.
W:Well, at last I've learned my lesson, and I'm on the proper track
W:I'm a self-appointed bastard, and I'm gonna get it back.
W:
W:  final Chorus:
W:  Our parents forgot to get married
W:  Our parents forgot to get wed;
W:  Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time
W:  They were somewhere off in bed.
W:  So it's thanks to our kind-hearted parents
W:  We're kings in this land of the free
W:  The banker, the broker, the Washington joker
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X:74
T:Garton Mother's Lullaby
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, gartlull
N:Old Donegal Air
D:Recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group
O:Irish
Z:dt:gartlull
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=75
W:Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
W:Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
W:A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire
W:The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire
W:
W:Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of  fog
W:Sheevra sails his boat till morn, upon the starry bog
W:A lyn van o, the paley moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew
W:And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you
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X:75
T:Geordie
S:Digital Tradition, geordi2
B:From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowkes
Z:dt:geordi2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As I walked over London bridge
W:Oh so early in the morning,
W:If was there I met a pretty fair maid
W:All lamenting for her Geordie.
W:
W:What has he done? Who has he killed?
W:Has he murdered anybody?"
W:"No, he stole five pearls from the royal king
W:And he sold them in a hurry."
W:
W:"Go bring to me my riding steed,
W:Go saddle up my pony.
W:Five hundred pounds I will lay down
W:All to plead for the life of Geordie."
W:
W:"We will have him hung with a golden chain:
W:Such a chain there is not many.
W:We will have him buried with the same
W:For the likes and the life of Geordie."
W:
W:The judge looked over his right shoulder_
W:It was words he didn't say many:
W:"Prepare yourself for death, young man,
W:For it's mercy you shan't have any."
W:
W:The judge looked over his left shoulder;
W:it was words he didn't say many:
W:"I'm afeared you came too late, fair maid,
W:For your loved one is judged already."
W:
W:"If I had my Geordie on yonders plain
W:It's kisses I'd have many.
W:With a sword and pistol by my side
W:I'll die for the life of Geordie."
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X:76
T:German Musicianer, The
S:Digital Tradition, pianotun
N:Collected from Harry Cox, 1956
B:From Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, Kennedy
Z:dt:pianotun
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:I'm a poor married man and I'm near broken-hearted
W:My wife she has left me and she's gone away
W:We had a misfortune, so she and I parted
W:Now I'll tell you what happened to her the other day
W:
W:Women are weak, they should mind their possessions
W:I think now with grief, mad me it will send
W:For she's gone away with a German Musicianer
W:Who goes about crying: Pianos to mend
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Fol-the-rol, fol-the-rol, fol-the-rol, laddie
W:  All sorts of tunes and things he could play
W:  There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle
W:  And this to my wife the old German did say.
W:
W:It happened one day this old German Musicianer
W:Came through our streets crying: "Pianos to mend"
W:My wife's piano being out of condition
W:Straightway the boy for the old German did send.
W:
W:He knocked at the door and he said most politely
W:"I think, ma'am, it's here you are needing repairs
W:Please, ma'am, I've called to mend your piano."
W:"All right," said my wife: "Will you please walk upstairs."
W:
W:She took him upstairs, showed him her piano
W:Ad with the old German seemed greatly amused,
W:And when he had seen it, he said to my Hannah,
W:I think, ma'am, your music's not very much used.
W:
W:He touched it, he handled it, both over und under
W:Sharp as a needle, as light as a cork;
W:With all sorts of tools he pulled it asunder
W:And rattled away with his old tuning fork.
W:
W:When I came home she told me the story
W:And said the old German had been there all day
W:He'd worked very hard to mend her piano
W:And do what she would he'd not taken her pay.
W:
W:I thought it was strange when she told me the story
W:And said the old German was ever so kind
W:Would you ever believe that this old German sausage
W:Before going away left his trade-mark behind?
W:
W:I swre and I tore at my darling wife  Hannah
W:With grief and with rage I'm sure no one can tell
W:I told her to hop it and take her piano
W:And likewise to take the old German as well
W:
W:So come all young married men, don't take too much spooning
W:For all women want is to handle your pelf
W:So if ever your wife's piano wants tuning
W:Just take my tip, boys, and tune her yourself.
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X:77
T:Get Up and Bar the Door
S:Digital Tradition, bardoor4
B:From Patrick Gainor, Folk Songs From the West Virginia Hills
Z:dt:bardoor4
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=86
W:The wind blew high, the wind blew cold,
W:It blew across the moor,
W:When John Jones said to Jane, his wife,
W:"Get up and bar the door."
W:
W:"Oh, I have worked all day," said she,
W:"I've washed and scrubbed the floor,
W:You lazy man, get up, I say,
W:Get up and bar the door.
W:
W:"Oh, I have worked so hard," said he,
W:"I know I can't do more;
W:So come, my own, my dearest wife,
W:Get up and bar the door.
W:
W:Then they agreed between the two,
W:A solemn oath they swore,
W:That the one who spoke the very first word
W:Would have to bar the door.
W:
W:The wind blew east, the wind blew west,
W:It blew all over the floor,
W:But neither one would say a word
W:For barrin' of the door.
W:
W:Three robbers came along that way,
W:They came across the moor;
W:They saws Light and walked right in,
W:Right in through the open door.
W:
W:"Oh, is the owner of this house
W:A rich man or a poor?"
W:But neither one would say a word
W:For barrin' of the door.
W:
W:They ate the bread, they drank the ale,
W:Then said, "Come, give us more."
W:But neither one would say sword
W:For barrin' of the door.
W:
W:"Let's pull the old man's beard" said one,
W:"Let's beat him till he's sore."
W:But still the old man wouldn't speak
W:For barrin' of the door.
W:
W:"I'll kiss his pretty wife," said one,
W:"Oh, her I could adore."
W:And then the old man shook his fist
W:And gave a mighty roar.
W:
W:"Oh, you'll not kiss my wife," said he,
W:"I'll throw you on the floor.
W:Said she, "Now, John, you've spoken first,
W:So get up and bar the door.
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X:78
T:Girl I Left Behind, The
S:Digital Tradition, girleft
D:Recorded by Dick Reinhart, Listen To Our Story
Z:dt:girleft
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=128
W:There was a wealthy old farmer, who lived in the country nearby,
W:He had a lovely daughter, on whom I cast an eye.
W:She was pretty, fair, the fairest one; indeed so very fair
W:There was no other girl in the country with her I could compare.
W:
W:I asked her if she would be willing for me to cross over the plain
W:She said it would make no difference so I returned again.
W:She said that she would prove true to me, till death should prove unkind
W:We kissed, shook hands and parted. I left my girl behind.
W:
W:Out in a western city, boys, a town we all know well
W:Where everyone was friendly and to show me all around
W:Where work and money was plentiful, and the girls to me proved kind
W:But the only object on my mind was the girl I left behind.
W:
W:As was rambling around one day all down on  the public square
W:The mail coach had arrived, and I met the mail-boy there
W:He handed to me a letter, that gave me to understand
W:That the girl I left in old Texas had married another man.
W:
W:I turned myself all around and about, not knowing what else to do
W:I read on down a piece farther to see if those words proved true
W:It's drinking I throw over, card playing I resign
W:For the only girl that I ever loved was the girl that I left behind
W:
W:Come all you rambling, gambling boys, and listen while I tell
W:If it does you no good, kind friends, I'm sure it will do you no harm,
W:If ever you court a fair young maid just  marry her while you can
W:For if ever you cross over the plains she'll marry another man.
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X:79
T:Gloomy Night
S:Digital Tradition, glomnite
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Footnote: Tune: Roslin Castle (122)
O:Scots
Z:dt:glomnite
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
W:Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
W:Yon murky cloud is filled with rain,
W:I see it driving o'er the plain;
W:The hunter now has left the moor,
W:The scatt'red coveys meet secure;
W:While I here wander, prest with care,
W:Along the lonely banks of Ayr.
W:
W:The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn
W:By early Winter's ravage torn;
W:Across her placid, azure sky,
W:She sees the scowling tempest fly;
W:Chill runs my blood to hear it rave;
W:I think upon the stormy wave,
W:Where many a danger I must dare,
W:Far from the bonie banks of Ayr.
W:
W:'Tis not the surging billows'roar,
W:'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore;
W:'tho' death in ev'ry shape appear,
W:The wretched have no more to fear:
W:But round my heart the ties are bound;
W:The heart transpierc'd with many a wound;
W:These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
W:To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.
W:
W:Farewell, old Coilia's hills and dales,
W:Her heathy moors and winding vales;
W:The scenes where wretched Fancy roves,
W:Pursuing past unhappy loves!
W:Farewell my friends! farewell my foes!
W:My peace with these, my love with those-
W:The bursting tears my heart declare,
W:Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr!
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X:80
T:Greensleeves
C:poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.
S:Digital Tradition, grnslvs
D:Recorded by Deller Consort on Best Loved Songs also Dyer-Bennett
Z:dt:grnslvs
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
W:To cast me off discourteously.
W:For I have loved you well and long,
W:Delighting in your company.
W:
W:Greensleeves was all my joy
W:Greensleeves was my delight,
W:Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
W:And who but my lady greensleeves.
W:
W:Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
W:Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
W:Now I remain in a world apart
W:But my heart remains in captivity.
W:
W:I have been ready at your hand,
W:To grant whatever you would crave,
W:I have both wagered life and land,
W:Your love and good-will for to have.
W:
W:If you intend thus to disdain,
W:It does the more enrapture me,
W:And even so, I still remain
W:A lover in captivity.
W:
W:My men were clothed all in green,
W:And they did ever wait on thee;
W:All this was gallant to be seen,
W:And yet thou wouldst not love me.
W:
W:Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
W:but still thou hadst it readily.
W:Thy music still to play and sing;
W:And yet thou wouldst not love me.
W:
W:Well, I will pray to God on high,
W:that thou my constancy mayst see,
W:And that yet once before I die,
W:Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
W:
W:Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
W:To God I pray to prosper thee,
W:For I am still thy lover true,
W:Come once again and love me.
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X:81
T:Gude Wallace
S:Digital Tradition, gudwall
N:Footnote: Bronson #157
B:From Bronson, Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads
O:Scots
Z:dt:gudwall
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:O for my ain king, quo gude Wallace,
W:The rightfu' king of fair Scotland.
W:Between me and my soverign blude
W:I think I see some ill seed sawn.
W:
W:Wallace out over yon river he lap,
W:And he has lighted low down on yon plain,
W:And he was aware of a gay ladie,
W:As she was at the well washing.
W:
W:What tydins, what tydins, fair lady, he says,
W:What tydins hast thou to tell unto me
W:What tydins, what tydins, fair lady, he says,
W:What tydins hae ye in the south Countrie.
W:
W:Low down in yon wee Ostler house,
W:There is fyfteen Englishmen,
W:And they are seekin for gude Wallace,
W:It's him to take and him to hang.
W:
W:There's nocht in my purse, quo gude Wallace,
W:There's nocht, not even a bare pennie,
W:But I will down to yon wee Ostler house
W:Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.
W:
W:And when he cam to yon wee Ostler house,
W:He bad bendicite be there;
W:....
W:....
W:
W:Where was ye born: auld crookit Carl,
W:Where was ye born in what countrie
W:I am a true Scot born and bred,
W:And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.
W:
W:I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,
W:To onie crookit carl just sic as ye,
W:If ye will get me gude Wallace,
W:For he is the man I wad very fain see.
W:
W:He hit the proud Captain alang the chafft blade,
W:That never a bit o' meal he ate mair;
W:And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,
W:And he left them a' lyin sprawlin there.
W:
W:Get up, get up, gudewife, he says,
W:And get to me some dinner in haste;
W:For it will soon be three lang days
W:Sin I a bit o' meat did taste.
W:
W:The dinner was na weel readie,
W:Nor was it on the table set,
W:Till other fyfteen Englishmen
W:Were a' lighted about the yett.
W:
W:Come out, come out, now gude Wallace
W:This is the day that thou maun die;
W:I lippen nae sae little to God, he says,
W:Altho' I be but ill wordie.
W:
W:The gudewife had an auld gudeman
W:By gude Wallace he stiffly stood
W:Till ten o' the fyfteen Englishmen
W:Before the door lay in their blude
W:
W:The other five to the greenwood ran
W:And he's hang'd these five upon a green
W:And on the morn wi' his merry men a'
W:He sat to dine at Lochmaben town.
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X:82
T:Hackler from Grouse Hall, The
S:Digital Tradition, hcklgrse
N:A Hackler was one who prepared flax for spinning into linen.
O:Irish
Z:dt:hcklgrse
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:I am a roving hackler lad that loves the shamrock shore,
W:My name is Pat McDonnell and my age is eighty-four;
W:Belov'd and well-respected by my neighbors one and all
W:On St. Patrick's day I loved to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
W:
W:When I was young I danced and sung and drank good whiskey, too.
W:Each shebeen shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew.
W:With the potheen still on every hill the peelers had no call
W:Round sweet Stradone I am well known, round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
W:
W:I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade,
W:None can deny I think that I an honest living made;
W:Where e'er I'd stay by night or day the youth wud always call
W:To have some crack with Paddy Jack, the hackler from Grouse Hall.
W:
W:I think it strange how times have changed so very much of late,
W:Coercion now is all the row and Peelers on their bate.
W:To take a glass is now, alas, the greatest crime of all
W:Since Balfour placed that hungry beast the Sergeant of Grouse Hall.
W:
W:The busy tool of Castle rule he travels night and day,
W:He'll seize a goat just by the throat for want of better prey;
W:The nasty skunk, he'll swear you're drunk tho' you took none at all
W:There is no peace about the place since he came to Grouse Hall.
W:
W:'Twas on pretense of this offense he dragged me off to jail,
W:Alone to dwell in a cold cell my fate for to bewail.
W:My hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengeance call
W:He'll rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall.
W:
W:He haunts the League just like a plague, and shame for to relate
W:The priest can't be on Sunday free the Mass to celebrate.
W:It's there he'll kneel encased in steel prepared on duty's call
W:For to assail and drag to jail our clergy from Grouse Hall.
W:
W:Down into hell he'd run pell-mell to hunt for potheen there
W:And won't be loath to swear an oath 'twas found in Killinkere.
W:He'll search your bed from foot to head, sheets, blankets, tick and all
W:Your wife, undressed, must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall.
W:
W:He fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife
W:To take away without delay her liberty and life.
W:He'd swear quite plain that he's insane and got no sense at all,
W:As he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall.
W:
W:Thank God the day's not far away when Home Rule will be seen,
W:And brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green;
W:Our policemen will all be then our nation's choice and all,
W:Old Balfour's pack will get the sack and banished from Grouse Hall.
W:
W:Let old and young clear out their lungs and sing this little song,
W:Come join with me and let him see you all resent the wrong.
W:And while I live I'll always give a prayer for his downfall
W:And when I die I don't deny I'll haunt him from Grouse hall.
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X:83
T:Hawk and the Crow, The
S:Digital Tradition, leatrba2
N:Kennedy 295
B:From Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, Kennedy
B:Collected from Liam O'Connor 1953
O:Irish
Z:dt:leatrba2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Said the hawk unto the crow one day
W:Why do you in mourning stay?
W:I was once in love and I didn't prove fact
W:And ever since I wear the black
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Ri-the-diddle, ri-the-diddle, ri-the-diddle-dum
W:  Ri-the-diddle, ri-the-diddle, ri-the-diddle-dum
W:  I was once in love and I didn't prove fact
W:  And ever since I wear the black
W:
W:And next there spoke the Willy Wagtail
W:I was once in love and I did prevail
W:I was once in love and I did prevail
W:And ever since I wag my tail
W:
W:And next there spoke the little brown thrush
W:Who was sitting in yon holly bush
W:The way to court I've heard them say
W:Is to court all night and sleep the next day.
W:
W:And last there spoke the Jeannie Wran
W:Do you know what I'd do if I was a man?
W:For fear that one would wriggle and go
W:I would wear two strings upon my bow
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X:84
T:Henry Martin
S:Digital Tradition, henrmart
O:Scots
Z:dt:henrmart
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:There were three brothers in merry Scotland
W:In Scotland there lived brothers three
W:And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go
W:For to turn robber all on the salt sea
W:
W:The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
W:The youngest of all the three
W:That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
W:For to maintain his two brothers and he
W:
W:He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
W:And part of a short winter's day
W:When he espied a rich lofty ship
W:Come a bibing down him straight away
W:
W:Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin
W:What makes you sail so high
W:I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town
W:Won't you please for to let me pass by
W:
W:O no, o no, cried henry martin
W:That thing it never can be
W:For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
W:For to maintain my two brothers and me
W:
W:So lower your topsail and bail up your mizzen
W:Bring yourself under my lee
W:Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball
W:And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea
W:
W:Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
W:For fully two hours or three
W:Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot
W:Heavily listing to starboard went she
W:
W:The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore
W:Straight to the bottom went she
W:And Henry Martin sailed away
W:... on the salt sea
W:
W:Sad news, sad news to old England came
W:Sad news to fair London town
W:There was a rich vessel and she's cast away
W:And all of her merry men drowned
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X:85
T:Here's the Tender Comin'
S:Digital Tradition, tndrcomn
B:From Songs of the Sea, Hugill
Z:dt:tndrcomn
M:9/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Here's the tender cominn'
W:Pressing all the maen
W:Oh, my hinny, what shall we do then?
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:Off at Shield's bar
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:Full of men-o'-war.
W:
W:Hide thee, canny Geordie
W:Hide thyself away,
W:Hide thee till the tender
W:Makes for Druid's bay;
W:If they catch thee Geordie
W:Who's to win our bread?
W:Me and little Jacky'd
W:Better off be dead.
W:
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:A-stealin' of me dear,
W:Oh, my hinny,
W:They'll press ye out o' here;
W:They will send ye foreign
W:THat is what this means,
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:Full o' red marines.
W:
W:Here's the tender cominn'
W:Pressing all the maen
W:Oh, my hinny, what shall we do then?
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:Off at Shield's bar
W:Here's the tender comin'
W:Full of men-o'-war.
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X:86
T:High Barbaree
S:Digital Tradition, highbarb
N:Hugill gives two tunes: an older one, used as a forebitter, and
N:a faster one, used as a shanty. Both are supplied. RG
B:From several sources; tunes from Hugill
Z:dt:highbarb
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:There were two lofty ships, from old England came
W:Blow High! Blow low! And so sailed we,
W:One was the Prince o' Luther and the other Prince o' Wales.
W:Cruisin' down along the coast of the High Barbaree.
W:
W:"Aloft, there, aloft!" our bully [jolly] bosun cried.
W:Blow highl Blow low! An' so sailed we!
W:"Look ahead, look astern, look to weather an' a-lee!"
W:All a-cruisin' down the coasts of the High Barbaree!
W:
W:"There's naught upon the starn, sir, there's naught upon the lee
W:But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard an' she's sailin' fast an' free"
W:
W:"O hail her! O hail her!' our gallant cap'n cried,
W:Are you a man-o'-war or a privateer?" cried he.
W:
W:"Oh, no I'm not a man-o'-war, nor privateer," cried he,
W:"But I'm a salt sea pirate, all a-lookin' for me fee!"
W:
W:"For broadside, for broadside, a long time we lay,
W:Till at last the Prince o' Luther shot the plrate's mast away
W:
W:"O quarter! O quarter!' those pirates they did cry,
W:But the quarter that we gave 'em, was to sink 'em in the sea.
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X:87
T:High Germany
R:march
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, wargrmn2
D:Dubliners
O:Irish
Z:dt:wargrmn2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=200
W:  Chorus:
W:  Oh Colleen, love, oh Colleen love, the rout has now begun,
W:  And I must go a-marching to the beating of a drum.
W:  Come, dress your self all in your best and come along with me
W:  And I'll take you to the wars, me love, in High Germany.
W:
W:Oh Willie, love, oh Willie, come list what I do say:
W:My feet they are so tender, I can not march away
W:And besides, my dearest Willie, I am with child be thee
W:Not fitted for the wars, me love, in High Germany.
W:
W:I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you will ride
W:And all of my delight will be in riding by your side
W:We'll stop at every ale-house, and drink when we are dry
W:We'll be true to one another and get married by and by.
W:
W:Oh cursed be those cruel wars that ever did they rise
W:And out of merry England pass many a man likewise;
W:They took my true-love from me, likewise my brothers three
W:And sent them to the wars m'love in High Germany.
W:
W:My friends I do not value and my foes I do not fear
W:For now my fine love's left me and wanders far and near
W:But when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee
W:I'll think of handsome Willie in High Germany.
W:
W:  Chorus
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X:88
T:Highland Mary
C:TRAD: Katherine Ogie (389)
S:Digital Tradition, highmary
N:Author: Robert Burns
Z:dt:highmary
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
W:The castle o' Montgomery,
W:Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
W:Your waters never drumlie!
W:There Simmer first unfald her robes,
W:And there the langest tarry:
W:For there I took the last Fareweel
W:O'my sweet Highland Mary.
W:
W:How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,
W:How rich the hawthorn's blossom;
W:As underneath their fragrant shade,
W:I clasp'd her to my bosom!
W:The golden Hours, on angel wings,
W:Flew o'er me and my Dearie;
W:For dear to me as light and life
W:Was my sweet Highland Mary.
W:
W:Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,
W:Our parting was fu'tender;
W:And pledging aft to meet again,
W:We tore oursels asunder:
W:But Oh, fell Death's untimely frost,
W:That nipt my Flower sae early!
W:Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
W:That wraps my Highland Mary!
W:
W:O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
W:I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
W:And clos'd for ay, the sparkling glance,
W:That dwalt on me sae kindly!
W:And mouldering now in silent dust,
W:That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
W:But still within my bosom's core
W:Shall live my Highland Mary.
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X:89
T:Hot Ashphalt
S:Digital Tradition, hotasplt
H:Tune: Napoleon Crossing the Rhine
N:In a poorly-remembered version, the policeman mouthed
N:off at McGuire, and was pushed in the boiler. RG
N:"Asphalt" was used in conversation alone to differenciate from concrete, being a
N:mixture all it's own. Roofing "Asphalt" is the additive portion to paving mixture.
Z:dt:hotasplt
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
W:Ah, it's likely gone six months ago
W:I came to Dublin town,
W:Where I joined a gang of lab'ring men
W:Who laid the ashpalt down;
W:Sure, now I wear a guernsey
W:And around me waist a belt
W:I'm the gaffer of the boys that
W:Make the hot ashpalt.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Well we laid it in the hollow
W:  and we laid it on the flat
W:  And if it doesn't last forever
W:  Well, I'll shurely eat me hat
W:  Ah, but now I wear a guernsey
W:  And around me waist a belt
W:  I'm the gaffer of the lads
W:  That lay the hot asphalt
W:
W:Well one day a copper comes up to me
W:And he says to me, "'McGuire,
W:Will you kindly let me warm myself,
W:Around your boilin' fire?"
W:Then he turned around to the boiler,
W:And upon the edge he knelt,
W:And he toppled right into the boiler
W:Full of hot ashpalt.
W:
W:Well we quickly pulled him out of it
W:And we put him in a tub,
W:And with soap and lots of heated water
W:We did rub and scrub.
W:But the divil a bit of tar came off,
W:It was stuck on just like stone,
W:And every time we gave a rub
W:You could hear the poor man groan.
W:
W:With the boilin' and the wettin',
W:He caught a bloomin' cold,
W:And for scientific purposes
W:His body has been sold.
W:Inside the National Museum now
W:He's a-hanging by the belt,
W:As an example of the dire effects
W:Of the hot ashpalt.
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X:90
T:House Carpenter
S:Digital Tradition, houscrp4
Z:dt:houscrp4
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Well met, well met, my own true love
W:Well met, well met, cried he
W:I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
W:And it's all for the love of thee
W:
W:O I could have married the king's daughter dear
W:And she would have married me
W:But I have refused the crown of gold
W:And it's all for the sake of thee
W:
W:If you could have married the king's daughter dear
W:I'm sure you are to blame
W:For I am married to the house carpenter
W:And he is a fine young man
W:
W:If you'll forsake your house carpenter
W:And come away with me
W:I'll take you to where the grass grows green
W:On the banks of the sweet Willie
W:
W:If I forsake my house carpenter
W:And come away with thee
W:What have you got to maintain me upon
W:And keep me from slavery
W:
W:I've six ships sailing on the salt, salt sea
W:A-sailing from dry land
W:And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
W:Shall be at thy command
W:
W:She picked up her poor wee babe
W:And kisses gave him three
W:Saying stay right here with the house carpenter
W:And keep him good company
W:
W:They had not been at sea two weeks
W:I'm sure it was not three
W:When this poor maid began to weep
W:And she wept most bitterly
W:
W:O do you weep for your gold, he said
W:Your houses, your land, or your store?
W:Or do you weep for your house carpenter
W:That you never shall see anymore
W:
W:I do not weep for my gold, she said
W:My houses, my land or my store
W:But I do weep for my poor wee babe
W:That I never shall see anymore
W:
W:They had not been at sea three weeks
W:I'm sure it was not four
W:When in their ship there sprang a leak
W:And she sank to rise no more
W:
W:What hills, what hills are those, my love
W:That are so bright and free
W:Those are the hill of Heaven, my love
W:But not for you and me
W:
W:What hills, what hills, are those, my love
W:That are so dark and low
W:Those are the hills of Hell, my love
W:Where you and I must go
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X:91
T:How Luckless the Fortune
S:Digital Tradition, luckfort
B:From Songs from the American Revolution, Keller
B:Collected from the notebooks of Captain George Bush (no relation), 1779
O:America
Z:dt:luckfort
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:How luckless the fortune we soldiers endure
W:Uncertain our pleasures, mischances are sure.
W:If friends    should bind us, or loves softer tie
W:The drum beats; from friends    and love we must fly.
W:
W:Submissive to fate, then adieu to the fair.
W:Peace, smile on our friends, and redeem them from care.
W:May angels indulgent detach'd from above
W:Soon vanquish fell discord with friends and love,
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X:92
T:How Stands the Glass?
S:Digital Tradition, howstand
H:According to Dolph ("Sound Off!"), appeared in a London broadside in 1710;
H:was part of ballad opera The Patron, 1729. Sometimes called "Wolfe's Song"
B:From Contentment, Jim Douglas
B:Collected from notebook of Thos. Fanning, 1780
Z:dt:howstand
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:How stands the glass around
W:for shame you take no care, my boys,
W:How stands the glass around
W:Let wine and mirth abound.
W:the trumpet sound
W:the colors they do fly my boys
W:To fight kill and wound
W:as you would be found,
W:Contented with hard fare, my boys
W:on the Cold ground
W:
W:O why, soldiers why
W:O why should we be melancholy boys
W:O why soldiers why
W:Whose Business is to die
W:What sithing [sighing] fye
W:Let's not fear, Drink and be Jolly, boys
W:you and I through wet Cold or Dry
W:Our orders are to follow boys
W:we scorn to flye
W:
W:It is in vain
W:I mean not to upbraid you boys
W:It is in vain
W:for a soldier to Complain
W:for the next Campaign
W:we go to him that made us boys
W:free from all pain
W:But if you should Remain
W:A Bottle and kind Landlady
W:will Cure all again
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X:93
T:Humors Of the Glen, The
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, humofgln
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune:Humors of the Glen
O:Scots
Z:dt:humofgln
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon,
W:Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume,
W:Far dearer to me yon lone glen o'green breckan
W:Wi' th'burn stealing under the lang, yellow broom:
W:Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
W:Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen;
W:For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers,
W:A listening the linnet, oft wanders my Jean.
W:
W:Tho' rich is the breeze in their gay, sunny vallies,
W:And cauld, Caledonia's blast on the wave;
W:Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
W:What are they ? The haunt o'the tyrant and slave.
W:The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains,
W:The brave Caledonian views wi'disdain;
W:He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains,
W:Save love's willing fetters, the chains o'his Jean.
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X:94
T:Hush Alee
S:Digital Tradition, hushalee
B:From Songs of the People, Henry
B:Contributed by Annie Patterson
Z:dt:hushalee
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:I sit up all night with the fire burning bright,
W:While rocking my baby to sleep.
W:Singing hush a lee, lalee hush a lo lee,
W:Your daddy will come by and by.
W:So close your eyes and go to sleep,
W:Your dear mother she is tired.
W:Singing hush alee, lalee hush a lo
W:Hush a lee la la lee lo.
K:C
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X:95
T:I Don't Want to Join the Army
S:Digital Tradition, joinarmy
Z:dt:joinarmy
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:I don't want to join the army
W:I don't want to go to war.
W:I would rather hang around
W:Picadilly's underground
W:A'livin off the earnings of a 'igh born lady
W:
W:I don't want a bullet in me backside,
W:I don't want me buttocks (or arsehole) shot away.
W:I would rather stay in Lunnon,
W:Jolly, jolly Lunnon
W:And fornicate me bloomin' life away, Gor Blimey
W:
W:Call out the Army and the Navy
W:Call out the rank and file.
W:Call out the brave Territorials
W:They face danger with a smile!
W:Call out the King's Militia
W:They kept England free!
W:Call out me brother
W:Me father or me mother
W:But for Gawd's sake don't call me.
K:C
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X:96
T:I Dreamed There Were Unicorns
S:Digital Tradition, unicorn2
N:Author: Bill Caddick
D:Sung by Chris Foster on All Things in Common
Z:dt:unicorn2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:We were traveling north to sing and play
W:For friends that we had never met
W:Been working hard and didn't speak
W:The sky was grey and threatened wet
W:And I dreamed that I saw unicorns
W:Dreamed I saw them wild and white
W:their sudden beauty lit the world
W:Like a star will light a winter's night
W:
W:Pure as love with manes of milk
W:They danced and pranced and cried aloud
W:Bright as rainbows round the stars
W:Their eyes were soft and sad and proud
W:
W:And I wept for the wild and dirty world
W:To which this beauty now was lost
W:And cursed the hungry mind of man
W:That feeds the future at such cost
W:My head was bowed, my eyes were closed
W:When in my ears their voices rang
W:And these few words lodged deep inside
W:And in my very soul they sang
W:
W:We never went away
W:You always knew that we were near
W:Remember how to look for us
W:You'll see we were always here
W:
W:I raised my eyes to seek them out
W:The world was empty all around
W:The rain came tumbling from the sky
W:It drowned all dreams upon the ground
W:And when they asked me why I wept
W:Like one who for his dead love mourns
W:The only answer I could give
W:I dreamed that there were unicorns
W:
W:We never went away
W:You always knew that we were near
W:Remember how to look for us
W:You'll see we were always here
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X:97
T:I Wanted Wings
S:Digital Tradition, wantwing
B:From There I Was, Flat on my back..., Bob Stevens
Z:dt:wantwing
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:I wanted wings 'til I got the God damn things
W:Now l don't want them any more
W:They taught me how to fly, then they sent me here to die
W:I've got a belly full of war.
W:You can save those Zeros for the other God damn heroes
W:For distinguished flying crosses do not compensate for losses.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  I wanted wings 'til I got the God damn things
W:  Now I don't want them any more.
W:
W:I'll take the dames while the rest go down in flames
W:I've no desire to be burned;
W:Air combat's no romance and it made me wet my pants
W:I'm not a fighter, I have learned.
W:You can leave the Mitsubishes for the crazy sons-a-bitches
W:'Cause I'd rather lay a woman than be picked up by a Grumman.
W:
W:I'm too young to die in a Goddamn PBY
W:That's for the eager, not for me.
W:l won't trust to luck to be picked up in a "Duck"
W:After I've crashed into the sea
W:I would rather be a bellhop than a flier on a flattop
W:With my hand around a bottle not a God damn throttle.
W:
W:I don't want to tour over Berlin or the Ruhr
W:Ack Ack always makes me lose my lunch;
W:For me there's no Hey Hey when they holler "Bombs Away''!
W:I'd rather be at home with the bunch.
W:For there's one thing you can't laugh off
W:And that's when they shoot your ass off
W:And I'd rather be home, Buster, with my ass than with a cluster,
W:
W:They feed us lousy chow. but we stay alive somehow
W:On dehydrated eggs and milk and stew
W:The rumor has it next they'll be dehydrating sex
W:And that's the day I'll tell the coach I'm through.
W:For I've managed all the dangers, the shooting back of strangers
W:But when l get home late l want my woman straight, Buster.
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X:98
T:In Seaport Town
S:Digital Tradition, seaprtwn
B:From English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp
B:Collected from Stella Shelton, Alleghany, NC 1916
Z:dt:seaprtwn
M:3/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:In Seaport town there lived a merchant
W:He had two sons and a daughter dear
W:And among them all was the prettiest boy (there was a servant)
W:He was the daughter's dearest dear.
W:
W:One evening late they were in the room courting.
W:Her oldest brother perchance did hear;
W:He went and told his other brothers:
W:Let's deprive her of her dearest dear.
W:
W:They rose up early the next morning,
W:A game of hunting for to go;
W:And upon this young man they both insisted
W:For him to go along with them.
W:
W:They wandered over the hills and mountains
W:And through a many of a place unknown,
W:'Till at last they came to a lonesome valley
W:And there they killed him dead alone.
W:
W:When they return back the next evening,
W:Their sister ask for the servant man
W:Saying: We lost him on a game of hunting;
W:No more of him it's could we find.
W:
W:While she lie on her bedside slumbering,
W:The servant man did appear to her,
W:Saying: Your brothers killed me rough and cruel
W:All wallowed in a score of blood
W:
W:She rose up early the next morning;
W:She dressed herself in a rich array,
W:Saying: I'll go and find my best beloved
W:All wallowed in a score of blood.
W:
W:She wandered over the hills and mountains
W:And through a many of a place unknown,
W:Till at last she came to the lonesome valley,
W:And there she found him dead alone.
W:
W:Saying: Your eyes look like some bloody butcher,
W:Your eyes look like some salt or brine.
W:She kissed his cold, cold lips and, crying,
W:Said: You are the darling bosom friend of mine.
W:
W:Since my brothers been so cruel
W:As to force your sweet love away,
W:One grave shall preserve us both together,
W:As long as I have breath I will stay with you.
W:
W:When she return back the next evening,
W:Her brothers ask her where she'd been.
W:O hold your tongue, you deceitful villains,
W:For one alone you both shall hang.
W:
W:Her brothers then they came convicted
W:To jump in a boat and a-finally leave.
W:The wind did blow and the waves came o'er them
W:They made their graves in the deep blue sea
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X:99
T:John Riley
S:Digital Tradition, jreilly2
D:Sung by Pete Seeger
Z:dt:jreilly2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As I went out one morning early,
W:To breathe the sweet and pleasant air,
W:Who should I spy but a fair young maiden;
W:She seemed to me like a lily fair.
W:
W:I stepped to her add kindly asked her,
W:"Would you like to be a bold sailor's wife?"
W:"Oh no kind sir," she quickly answered,
W:"I choose to lead a sweet single life."
W:
W:"What makes you different from other women?
W:What makes you different from other kind?
W:For you are young, sweet, beautiful and handsome,
W:And for to marry you, I might incline."
W:
W:"It's now kind sir that I must tell you.
W:I might have been married three years ago
W:To one John Riley who left this country.
W:He's been the cause of my overthrow."
W:
W:"He courted me both late and early.
W:He courted me both night and day.
W:And when he had once my affections gained,
W:He left me here and he went away."
W:
W:"Oh never mind for this Johnny Riley,
W:Oh come with me to the distant shore.
W:Why, we'll sail o'er to Pennsylvany,
W:And bid adieu to Riley forever more."
W:
W:"I shan't go with you to Pennsylvany,
W:Or go with you to the distant shore.
W:My heart is with Riley, my long lost lover
W:Although I'll never see him no more."
W:
W:Oh, when he saw that her love was loyal,
W:He gave her kisses one, two, and three,
W:Saying, "I'm the man you once called Johnny Riley,
W:Saying "I'm the cause of your misery."
W:
W:"I've sailed the ocean, gained great promotion,
W:I've laid my money on the English shore,
W:And now we'll marry, no longer tarry,
W:And I shall never deceive you any more."
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X:100
T:Johnny and Molly
S:Digital Tradition, johnmoll
N:This is one of the more amazing collections of floaters that I've encountered. RG
B:Collected by Pearl Nye
Z:dt:johnmoll
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:Johnny: Oh, Mollie, Oh Mollie, would you take it unkind
W:        For me to sit by you and tell you my mind?
W:        For my mind is to marry and never to part
W:        For the first time I saw you, you wounded my heart.
W:
W:Mollie: Yes, you may be seated and say what you will
W:         For I've time a-plenty, will listen, be still;
W:         The subject of marriage means much in my life
W:         Should I need a husband and you want a wife.
W:
W:Johnny:  Oh Mollie, consider for you sure understand
W:         That love now is speaking, O heed her command;
W:         We will ramble together in ways of true love
W:         Until life is past, then renew it above.
W:
W:Mollie:  Put your horse in the stable and feed him some hay,
W:         Come and seat yourself by me so long as you may,
W:         For who would be hasty in matters like this,
W:         Repent at our leisure, the true object miss?
W:
W:Johnny:   My horse is not hungry and won't eat your hay,
W:          So fare you well, Mollie, I'll be on my way.
W:          You take all things lightly, my heart like a toy
W:          Toss about like a plaything and count it a joy.
W:
W:Mollie:   You really surprise me, for all this is new,
W:          I need time for thought and consider your view.
W:          I will marry for love or not wed at all,
W:          My mate will be waiting and answer my call.
W:
W:Johnny:   A meeting is a pleasure but parting is grief,
W:          An inconstant lover is worse than a thief,
W:          For a thief can but rob you and take all you have
W:          But an inconstant lover can lead to the grave.
W:
W:Mollie:   My heart you have wounded, but wounds they will heal,
W:          And this changes all things, you know how l feel,
W:          When you fall from your high horse and could happy be ,
W:          So whatever happens, just remember me.
W:
W:Johnny:   The grave it will rob you and turn you to dust,
W:          So where's a fair lady, a young man to trust?
W:          A cuckoo's a pretty bird and sings as she flies,
W:          Yes she brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies.
W:
W:Mollie:    Now don't be presumptuous, all things have two sides,
W:           There's nothing worth while if it's never been tried.
W:           I know what you have said in some cases is true
W:           But my love for you, Johnny, will sure change your view!
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X:101
T:Johnny Cope
S:Digital Tradition, johncope
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune: Johnie Cope
O:Scots
Z:dt:johncope
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Sir John Cope trode the north right far,
W:Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur,
W:Until he landed at Dunbar
W:Right early in a morning.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Hey Johnie Cope are ye wauking yet,
W:  Or are ye sleeping I would wit:
W:  O haste ye get up for the drums do beat,
W:  Of fye Cope rise in the morning.
W:
W:He wrote a challenge for Dunbar,
W:Come fight me Charlie an ye daur;
W:If it be not by the chance of war
W:I'll give you a merry morning.
W:
W:When Charlie look'd the letter upon
W:He drew his sword and scabbard from-
W:"So Heaven restore to me my own,
W:I'll meet you, Cope, in the morning."
W:
W:Cope swore with many a bloody word
W:That he would fight them gun and sword,
W:But he fled frae his nest like an ill scar'd bird,
W:And Johnie he took wing in the morning.
W:
W:It was upon an afternoon,
W:Sir Johnie march'd to Preston town;
W:He says, "my lads come lean you down,
W:And we'll fight the boys in the morning."
W:
W:But when he saw the Highland lads
W:Wi' tartan trews and white cokauds,
W:Wi' swords and guns and rungs and gauds,
W:O Johnie he took wing in the morning.
W:
W:On the morrow when he did rise,
W:He look'd between him and the skies;
W:He saw them wi' their naked thighs,
W:Which fear'd him in the morning.
W:
W:O then he flew into Dunbar,
W:Crying for a man of war;
W:He thought to have pass'd for a rustic tar,
W:And gotten awa in the morning.
W:
W:Sir Johnie into Berwick rade,
W:Just as the devil had been his guide;
W:Gien him the warld he would na stay'd
W:To foughten the boys in the morning.
W:
W:Says the Berwickers unto Sir John,
W:O what's become of all your men,
W:In faith, says he, I dinna ken,
W:I left them a' this morning.
W:
W:Says Lord Mark Car, ye are na blate,
W:To bring us the news o' your ain defeat;
W:I think you deserve the back o' the gate,
W:Get out o' my sight this morning.
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X:102
T:Johnnie of Braidesly
S:Digital Tradition, braidsly
N:Bronson 9
D:Sung by Jean Redpath and Ewan Maccoll
Z:dt:braidsly
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Johnnie rose on a May morning
W:Called for water tae wash his hands
W:Says, "Gae loose tae me my guid grey dogs
W:That lie bound in iron bands
W:
W:"Ye'll busk, ye'll busk, my noble dogs
W:Ye'll busk and make them bound
W:For I'm gaun tae the Broadspear Hill
W:Tae ding the dun deer doon"
W:
W:When Johnnie's mother she heard o' this
W:Her hands wi' dule she rung
W:Says, "Johnnie for my benison
W:Tae the green woods dinna gang
W:
W:"Enough ye hae o' the guid white breid
W:Enough o' the blude red wine
W:So Johnnie, for your venison
W:Tae the green woods dinna gang"
W:
W:But Johnnie has buskit up his guid bent bow
W:His arrows ane by ane
W:And he's awa' tae Durisdeer
W:Tae ding the dun deer doon
W:
W:Johnnie shot, the dun deer lap
W:And he wounded her in the side
W:But atween the water and the wood
W:His hounds they laid her pride
W:
W:Johnnie ate o' the venison
W:His dogs drank o' the blude
W:Till they a' lay doon and fell asleep
W:Asleep as they'd been deid
W:
W:The by there cam' a silly auld carle
W:A silly auld man was he
W:And he's awa' tae the king's foresters
W:Tae tell wha' he did see
W:
W:Then up an' spak' the king's forester
W:An angry man was he
W:"If this be Johnnie o' Braidesley
W:We soon will gar him dee"
W:
W:"Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs
W:Stand stout and dinna flee
W:Stand fast, stand fast, my guid grey hounds
W:And we wi' mak' them dee"
W:
W:Johnnie he shot six o' them
W:He's wounded the seventh sair
W:Syne he swung his hough ower his horse's back
W:And he swore he would hunt mair
W:
W:Now Johnnie's guid bent bow is brak'
W:His guid grey dogs are slain
W:And his body lies in Durisdeer
W:His hunting days are done
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X:103
T:Juice of the Barley, The
S:Digital Tradition, juicbarl
D:Recorded by Clancys
O:Irish
Z:dt:juicbarl
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
W:All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
W:And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
W:As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na
W:  And the juice of the barley for me.
W:
W:Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
W:With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
W:To a dusty old school house without any door,
W:Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,
W:
W:At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
W:But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking,
W:Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
W:But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
W:
W:One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar
W:Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter;
W:And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
W:And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell,
W:
W:So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
W:I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
W:And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
W:Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,
W:
W:Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
W:I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
W:With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
W:And I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,
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X:104
T:Kellswaterside
S:Digital Tradition, kellwat2
B:From Sam Henry's Songs of the People
O:Irish
Z:dt:kellwat2
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:I mounted on horseback with five miles to ride
W:Till I came to a cottage near Kellswaterside
W:Said I to myself, in this country might be
W:A maid young and handsome and she might fit me.
W:
W:I dismounted my horse and went in and sat down;
W:A maid in the corner I viewed all around,
W:Her cheeks blushed like roses,  her curved lips were red,
W:And her eyes were like diamonds that shone in her head.
W:
W:'O,'  said I, 'my wee lassie, will you come wi' me
W:To the sweet town of Antrim, where married we'll be?
W:In the sweet town of Antrim we'll  get the words said,
W:And you ne'er will return to your mother a maid
W:
W:'Your offer is good, sir, I cannot deny,
W:But to make your acquaintance I ne'er will comply
W:To go with a stranger would grudge me in mind
W:At leaving Kellswater and sweethearts behind.
W:
W:'My friends and my parents would all on me frown
W:At leaving Kellswater and fair Randalstown.'
W:'Your friends and your parents will not on you frown
W:For leaving Kellswater and fair Randalstown.
W:
W:'For in sweet Ballybogey, where I will you bring,
W:You'll hear the birds whistle and nightingales sing;
W:Your heart will be glad and no tears need you weep,
W:And the birds in the evening will sing you to sleep.'
W:
W:'Come back, my wee laddie, I'm changing my mind,
W:And now to get married my heart feels inclined
W:I bid my old sweethearts a last fond adieu,
W:And I'll leave my old parents and follow with you.'
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X:106
T:Lady Diamond
S:Digital Tradition, ladydiam
D:Recorded by Jean Redpath on Philo,  Frankie Armstrong on Lovely on Water
D:and MacColl & Seeger Blood Red Roses II
Z:dt:ladydiam
M:2/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:There was a king, a glorious king, a king of noble fame
W:And he had daughters only one, Lady Diamond was her name
W:
W:He had a boy, a kitchen boy, a boy of muckle scorn
W:She loved him long, she loved him aye, til the grass o'ergrew the  corn
W:
W:When twenty weeks were gone and past, oh, she began to greet
W:For her petticoat grew short before and her stays they would not  meet
W:
W:It fell upon a winter's night, the king could get no rest
W:He came unto his daughter dear, just like a wandering ghost
W:
W:He came unto his daughter dear, pulled back the curtains long
W:What aileth thee, my daughter dear, I fear you have gotten wrong
W:
W:Oh, if I have, despise me not, for he is all my joy
W:I will forsake both dukes and earls and marry your kitchen boy
W:
W:Oh, bring to me my merry men all by thirty and by three
W:Oh bring to me my kitchen boy, we'll murder him secretly
W:
W:There was not a sound into the hall and ne'er a word was said
W:until they had him safe and sure between two featherbeds
W:
W:Cut the heart from out of his breast, put it in a cup of gold
W:And present it to his Diamond dear, for she was both stout and  bold
W:
W:They Cut the heart from out of his breast, put it in a cup of gold
W:And presented it to his Diamond dear, for she was both stout and  bold
W:
W:Oh, come to me, my hinny, my heart, oh, come to me my joy
W:Oh, come to me, my hinny, my heart, my father's kitchen boy
W:
W:She took the cup from out of their hands and set it at her bed  head
W:She washed it with tears that fell from her eyes and next morning  she was dead
W:
W:Oh, where were you, my merry men all, when I gave meat and wage
W:That you didn't stay my cruel hand when I was in a rage?
W:
W:For gone is all my heart's delight, oh, gone is all my joy
W:For my dear Diamond, she is dead, likewise my kitchen boy
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X:107
T:Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight
S:Digital Tradition, elfknght
N:Carl Sandburg version
D:Sung by Joe Hickerson on "Drive Dull Care Away, II".  Hickerson got it from
D:Carl Sandburg, who got it from Robert Gordon, who get it from Mrs. O. Mobley.
Z:dt:elfknght
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:It's of a false knight from the North
W:Who came a-courting me
W:He promised he'd take me unto the North land
W:And there his bride would be
W:
W:Go fetch me some of your father's gold
W:And some of your mother's fee
W:And two of the finest horses they have in the stable
W:For they have ten and thirty and three
W:
W:So she fetched some of her father's gold
W:And some of her mother's fee
W:And two of the finest horses they had in the stable
W:For they had ten and thirty and three
W:
W:Then she got up on the noble brown
W:And he on the dappled gray
W:And they rode till they came to a broad waterside
W:Two long hours before it was day
W:
W:Lie down, lie down, my Pretty Polly
W:Lie down, lie down, said he
W:For it's six king's daughters I have drowned here
W:And it's you the seventh will be
W:
W:Now strip yourself, my Pretty Polly
W:Now strip yourself, said he
W:For your clothing's too rich and ever-costly
W:For to rot in the salt of the sea
W:
W:Well turn your back to the leaves on the tree
W:And face the salt water sea
W:For it's not very right such a false-hearted youth
W:A naked woman should see
W:
W:So he turned his back to the leaves on the tree
W:And faced the salt-water sea
W:And with all the strength pretty Polly she had
W:She pushed him into the sea
W:
W:Oh help me, oh help me, my pretty Polly
W:Oh help me, oh help me, cried he
W:And I shall become your waiting man
W:I shall wait on you night and day
W:
W:Oh no, oh no, you false-hearted youth
W:Oh no, that never can be
W:If it's six king's daughters you've drowned here
W:You can rule o'er your company
W:
W:Then she got up on the noble brown
W:And led the dappled gray
W:And she rode till she came to her father's hall
W:Two long hours before it was day
W:
W:Then up bespoke her poll parrot
W:All from its cage so gay
W:Why do you travel, my pretty Polly
W:So long before it is day
W:
W:Then up bespoke her old father
W:All from his room so grey
W:Why do you chatter, my poll parrot
W:So long before it is day
W:
W:The cat was up and about my cage
W:And I could not get away
W:So I called unto Miss Pretty Polly
W:For to drive the cat away
W:
W:Well turned, well turned, my poll parrot
W:Well turned, well turned, cried she
W:For your cage I will make of the finest gold
W:And your door, fine ivory
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X:108
T:Lambs on Green Hill or Ned of the Hill
S:Digital Tradition, flsebrd3
Z:dt:flsebrd3
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=92
W:The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play
W:And many strawberries grow round the salt sea
W:How sad is my heart when my love is away
W:How many's the ships sails the ocean
W:
W:The bride and the bride's party to church they did go
W:The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show
W:But I followed after with my heart filled with woe
W:To see my love wed to another
W:
W:The first place I saw her was in the church stand
W:Gold rings on her fingers and her love by the hand
W:Says I, ma wee lassie, I will be the man
W:Altho you are wed to another
W:
W:The next place I saw her was on the way home
W:I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam
W:Says I, ma wee lassie, I'll be by your side
W:Altho you are wed to another
W:
W:Stop, stop, says the groomsman, til I speak a word
W:Will you venture your life on the point of my sword
W:For courting so slowly you've lost this fair maid
W:So, begone for you'll never enjoy her
W:
W:O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep
W:And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
W:And lay me down in ti to take my last sleep
W:For that's the best way to forget her
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X:109
T:Lame Soldier, The
S:Digital Tradition, lamesldr
B:From Our Singing Country, Lomax
B:Collected from Mrs. Oscar Parks, Indiana, 1938
Z:dt:lamesldr
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:There was a lame soldier in time of the war,
W:He had a lame leg and his face were a scar,
W:He marched up the street in Dublin so fair,
W:And in his arms an infant bear.
W:
W:"Pretty Peggy, pretty Peggy, would you agree
W:To leave your old husband and baby to be,
W:To leave your old husband and baby to be,
W:And go with a soldier and sail on the sea?'
W:
W:Pretty Peggy, pretty Peggy, she did agree
W:To leave her old husband and baby to be,
W:To leave her old husband and baby to be,
W:And go with the soldier and sail on the sea.
W:
W:John bridled his horses and away he did ride,
W:Expecting to see Peg down by the seaside,
W:But when he got there it was late in the day-
W:And Peg and her soldier had sailed far away.
W:
W:They had not been sailing more than two weeks or three,
W:Till Peg and her soldier they two disagreed;
W:He kicked her and he cuffed her and he called her whore,
W:He bid her adieu to her own country.
W:
W:Now, when Peg got back it was late in the night,
W:Because she was ashamed to be seen in daylight,
W:She crept to the window to listen awhile,
W:To hear her old husband sing to her dear child.
W:
W:"Rock-a-bye, baby, and don't you cry,
W:Your mamma's gone and left you and I cannot tell why;
W:But if she comes back here, she can't stay with me,
W:She may go with her soldier and sail on the sea."
W:
W:"Open my door and let me in,
W:And I will never be called a false wench again."
W:"Go way from my door and leave me alone,
W:Go sail with your soldier, he'll find you a home!"
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X:110
T:Land of Libertie, The
S:Digital Tradition, lndlibrt
B:From Songs of the Irish in America, Meek
O:Irish
Z:dt:lndlibrt
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:My mind it being much inclined to cross the raging main,
W:I left my tender parents in sorrow, grief and pain.
W:On board the "Fame" we then became all passengers to be,
W:To sail with Captain Thompson to the Land of Libertie.
W:
W:As we were safely sailing to a place called Newfoundland,
W:The wind arose ahead of us and our ship was at a stand:
W:"All hands on deck" bold Thompson cried "Or we'll be cast away,
W:All firmly stand or you'll never land in North Amerikay".
W:
W:A mount of ice came moving down anear our gallant main,
W:But the Lord of Mercy he was kind our lives for to maintain.
W:Our gallant sailors hauled about and so our ship did save,
W:Or we were doomed to be entombed all in a watery grave.
W:
W:When we were safely landed our faint hearts we did renew,
W:But how could I sleep easy, Erin dear, so far from you.
W:I hope the time will come agi when our comrades all we'll see,
W:And once more we'll live together in love and unitie.
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X:111
T:Last Rose of Summer, The
S:Digital Tradition, lastrose
N:Author: Thomas Moore
Z:dt:lastrose
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone
W:All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
W:No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh
W:To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
W:
W:I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem
W:Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
W:'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
W:Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
W:
W:So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
W:And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
W:When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown
W:Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!
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X:112
T:Leaving Liverpool
S:Digital Tradition, leavliv
D:Recorded by Lou Killen on 50 South,  Judy Collins, Clancy Bros Freeborn man
Z:dt:leavliv
M:2/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
W:River Mersey, fare thee well
W:I am bound for California
W:A place I know right well
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  So fare thee well, my own true love
W:  When I return united we will be
W:  It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
W:  But my darling when I think of thee
W:
W:I'm bound off for California
W:By the way of stormy Cape Horn
W:And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
W:When I am homeward bound
W:
W:I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
W:Davy Crockett is her name
W:And Burgess is the Captain of her
W:And they say she's a floating Hell
W:
W:I have shipped with Burgess once before
W:And I think I know him well
W:If a man's a seaman, he can get along
W:If not, then he's sure in Hell
W:
W:Farewell to lower Frederick Street
W:Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
W:For I think it will be a long, long time
W:Before I see you again
W:
W:Oh the sun is on the harbor, love
W:And I wish I could remain
W:For I know it will be a long, long time
W:Till I see you again
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X:113
T:Liberty for the Sailors
S:Digital Tradition, libsailr
N:1'st verse may be used as chorus
B:From: Songsa of Northern England, Stokoe
Z:dt:libsailr
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
W:Lasses, call your lads ashore
W:Lasses, call your lads ashore
W:Lasses, call your lads ashore
W:There's liberty for the sailors
W:Liberty and money free,
W:Liberty and money free,
W:There's liberty and money free,
W:There's liberty for the sailors
W:
W:The Bellman's called it round the town,
W:And far and near the news has flown
W:Each wife seeks out her last new gown
W:There's liberty for the sailors
W:Lasses, call your lads ashore
W:Lads ashore, lads ahore
W:Lasses, call your lads ashore
W:There's liberty for the sailors
W:
W:Our bairns shall all be dressed so nice
W:Our griddle cakes be black with spice
W:With a pound of butter for every slice
W:All for to please the sailors
W:Our empty bottles we will fill
W:To cheer each passing hour until
W:The time is up, with right good will
W:Liberty for the sailors.
W:
W:Rare fun down Mauldon's lane there'll be
W:And many a lark down Lishman's Quay
W:Tommy Hayes is sure to  get on the spree
W:When there's liberty for the sailors.
W:There'll be a battle as sure as your life
W:'Twixt Mally the Pant and the black-pudding wife
W:And Billy Reppeth'll come in at the end of the strife,
W:Hoo! Liberty for the sailors.
W:
W:Dressed in his jacket of matchless blue
W:With silver buckles and trousers new
W:With a heart that beats for his country true,
W:Liberty for the sailors.
W:Up to the Wooden Bridge and back,
W:To the Low Light shore down in a crack
W:Rambling, swaggering, away goes Jack
W:When there's liberty for the sailors.
W:
W:Now every lass will get her lad
W:And every bairn will see his dad
W:And many a mother's heart be glad
W:With liberty for the sailors,
W:And many a widow's heart rejoice
W:To see the face and hear the voice
W:So like to his, her heart's dear choice
W:Liberty for the sailors!
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X:114
T:Lilli Burlero
S:Digital Tradition, liliburl
N:This immensely catchy tune first turned up in 1641 in Ulster.
N:In 1688, King James II designated Colonel Richard Talbot,
N:a Catholic, as Earl of Tyrconnel and sent him to Ireland as Lord
N:Lieutenant. This enraged the English and Irish Protestants, who
N:took up this song - "For James is de dog and Tyrconnel's de ass" - as
N:their protest. It's been claimed that this tune "whistled James
N:from the throne of England." A nice, if apocryphal, line. RG
N:Tune also called "The Protestant Boys"
O:Irish
Z:dt:liliburl
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=136
W:Ho brother Teague, dost hear de deeree?
W:Lilli burlero, bullen a la
W:Dat we shall have a new deputie,
W:Lilli burlero, bullen a la
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Lero, lero, lilli burlero,
W:  Lilli burlero, bullen a la
W:  Lero lero, lero lero,
W:  Lilli burlero, bullen a la.
W:
W:Ho, by my Soul, it is a Talbot;
W:And he will cut all de English throat,
W:
W:Though by my soul, de English do prate,
W:De law's on dere side and de divil knows what,
W:
W:But if Dispense do come from de Pope,
W:We'll hang Magna Carta and demselves on a rope.
W:
W:And de good Talbot is now made a Lord,
W:And with his brave lads he's coming aboard.
W:
W:Who all In France have taken a swear,
W:Dat day will have no Protestant heir.
W:
W:O but why does he stay behind?
W:Ho, by my soul, 'tis a Protestant wind,
W:
W:Now that Tyrconnel is come ashore,
W:And we shall have Commissions galore.
W:
W:And he dat will not go to de Mass,
W:Shall be turned out and look like an ass,
W:
W:Now, now de hereticks all will go down,
W:By Christ and St. Patrick's the nation's our own.
W:
W:Dere was an old prophecy found in a bog,
W:Dat our land would be ruled by an ass and a dog.
W:
W:So now dis old prophecy's coming to pass,
W:For James is de dog and Tyrconnel's de ass.
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X:115
T:Lock the Door, Larriston
C:James Hogg
S:Digital Tradition, larrston
N:Written by James Hogg in 1797; evokes the general state
N:of the Borders in the first half of the sixteenth century.
B:From: Lyric Gems of Scotland
O:Scots
Z:dt:larrston
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
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X:116
T:Locke Hospital
S:Digital Tradition, laredst3
H:Christy writes: "There have been many British garrisons around the world
H:through the years and each one has had its own Locke Hospital for soldiers
H:who caught the dreaded disease. I believe this is a Dublin song, but if
H:not its musical origins are certainly Irish."
N:One of countless songs of the Unfortunate Rake family. While each telling
N:a completely different story, they all share the description of the funeral
N:(here chorus and verse 3). This version is probably very close to the
N:original version. American versions include "The Streets Of
N:Laredo" and "St. James Infirmary", British versions are "The Unfortunate
N:Rake" and "When I Was On Horseback" and many more. There is a Folkways record
N:("The Unfortunate Rake", FS 3805) dedicated exclusively to this family.
D:Recorded by Christy Moore on "Prosperous" (1972)
O:Irish
Z:dt:laredst3
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:As I was a-walking down by the Locke Hospital
W:Cold was the morning and dark was the day
W:I spied a young squaddie wrapped up in old linen
W:Wrapped up in old linen as cold as the day
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  So play the drums slowly and play the fifes lowly
W:  Sound a dead march as you carry him along
W:  And over his coffin throw a bunch of white laurels
W:  For he's a young soldier cut down in his prime.
W:
W:Oh mother, dear mother, come sit ya down by me
W:Sit ya down by me and pity my sad plight
W:For my body is injured and sadly disordered
W:All by a young girl my own heart's delight
W:
W:Get six of me comrades to carry my coffin
W:Get six of me comrades to carry me on high
W:And let every one hold a bunch of white roses
W:So no-one will notice as we pass them by
W:
W:And over his headstone these words they were written
W:"All ye young fellows take warning from me.
W:Beware of the flash girls that roam through the city
W:For the girls of the city were the ruin of me."
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X:117
T:Lord Bateman
S:Digital Tradition, lordbat1
B:From: Sharp, English Folksongs
O:English
Z:dt:lordbat1
M:3/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:Lord Bateman was a noble lord
W:He thought himself of high degree
W:He could not rest, nor be contented
W:Until he'd sailed the old salt sea
W:
W:He sailed to the east, he sailed to the westward
W:He sailed all over to Turkey's shore
W:And there the Turks threw him into prison
W:No hope of getting free any more
W:
W:The Turk he had an only daughter
W:The fairest one eye ever did see
W:She stole the key to her father's prison
W:And there she set Lord Bateman free
W:
W:Then she led him down to the lowest cellar
W:And gave him a drink of the strongest wine
W:Each moment seemed to last an hour
W:"Oh, Lord Bateman, if you were mine
W:
W:"It's seven long years, let's make a bargain
W:It's seven long years, give me your hand
W:That you will wed no other maiden
W:And I will wed no other man"
W:
W:Then she led him down to her father's harbor
W:And gave to him a ship so fine
W:"Farewell to you, farewell Lord Bateman
W:Farewell until we meet again"
W:
W:When seven long years had gone and past over
W:It seemed to her like ninety-nine
W:She bundled up her fine gold clothing
W:Declared Lord Bateman, she'd go find
W:
W:She sailed to the east, she sailed to the westward
W:She sailed till she came to England's shore
W:And when she came to Lord Bateman's castle
W:Straightway she knocked upon the door
W:
W:"Oh now is this Lord Bateman's castle?
W:And is his lordship here within?"
W:"Oh yes, oh yes," cried the proud young porter
W:"He's just now taken his new bride in"
W:
W:"Tell him to send me a slice of cake
W:And a bottle of the best of wine
W:And not to forget the fair young lady
W:Who did release him when close confined"
W:
W:"What news, what news, my proud young porter
W:What news, whet news do you bring to me?"
W:"There is the fairest of young ladies
W:The fairest one eye ever did see
W:
W:"She's got gold rings on every finger
W:And on her middle finger three
W:She's got as much gold around her middle
W:Would buy Northumberland from thee"
W:
W:Lord Bateman rose from where he was sitting
W:His face it looked as white as snow
W:"Oh if this is the Turkish lady
W:I'm bound with her, love, for to go"
W:
W:And then upspoke the young bride's mother
W:She'd never been known to speak so free
W:"Then what's to become of my young daughter
W:Who's just been made a bride to thee?"
W:
W:Lord Bateman spoke to the young bride's mother
W:"She's none the better nor worse by me
W:She came here on a horse and saddle
W:She shall go home in a coach with thee
W:
W:"Let another wedding be made ready
W:Another wedding there must be
W:I must go marry the Turkish lady
W:Who crossed the raging seas for me"
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X:118
T:Lord of Scotland, The
S:Digital Tradition, ynghunt3
N:This is the only version I've encountered where she's married to the victim.
N:It seems pretty clear, though, that it's derived from Young Hunting. RG
B:From Folk Songs of the Catskills, Cazden, Haufrecht, Studer
B:Collected from George Edwards
Z:dt:ynghunt3
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:The Lord of Scotland, he is come home
W:Unto his fair lady;
W:He brought her the keys to the seven locks,
W:And some she knew very well.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  She took him onto the two-edged sword:
W:  His heart's blood came trinkeling down.
W:
W:"Why have you wownded me, my fair lady,
W:Why did you wownd me so sore?
W:There wasn't a lord in all of Scotland
W:That loved his lady more!"
W:
W:"Now I'll ride east, now I'll ride west,
W:Now I'll set under the sun;
W:I will bring some bonnie leaves
W:Will cure you from your wownd."
W:
W:"You needn't ride east, you needn't ride west
W:You needn't set under the sun;
W:There's na thing can cure my wownd,
W:Except it is God alone."
W:
W:She went unto her pretty fair maids
W:Three hours before it was day,
W:Says, "I've a dead lord within my bower,
W:I wish you to carry him away."
W:
W:"If you've a dead lord within your bower,
W:There he'll have for to stay,
W:For neither one of us will touch him
W:Until the break of day."
W:
W:"Gold will be your hire, pretty maids,
W:Silver shall he your fee,
W:And I will bear you company
W:To carry him away."
W:
W:One took him by the old grey locks,
W:Another by the hands and feet;
W:They plunged him in a new-dug well
W:Fifty-four fathoms deep.
W:
W:"You lie there, my own wedded lord,
W:Sink and do not swim,
W:Then neither me nor my family
W:Will be injured by your rising."
W:
W:As she was a-going on
W:She met her father-in-law:
W:He says, "Where is my son, and where has he gone,
W:And when will he return?"
W:
W:I do not know where he is gone
W:He's been gone a day or two."
W:
W:"He has been gone a day or two,
W:I think it'll be three tomorrow,
W:And if he does not then return
W:My heart will be broke with sorrow. "
W:
W:As she was a-going home,
W:She seen a little bird on a briar:
W:He sings, "Go home, you false lady
W:And pay the maids you hired."
W:
W:"You come here my sweet little bird
W:Set down on my knee,
W:I have a cage of pure yellow gold
W:So freely I'll give it to thee."
W:
W:"You can keep your cage of gold
W:I'll keep my green tree,
W:For you have murdered your own wedded lord
W:I know that you'd kill me."
W:
W:If I had a shooting bow
W:And that well-fixed with a string,
W:I'd let an arrow fly at you
W:Among them leaves so green."
W:
W:"Well, if you had a shooting bow
W:And that well-fixed with a string,
W:I'd take a-flight, I'd fly away
W:You'd never seen me again."
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X:119
T:Love Has Brought Me to Despair
S:Digital Tradition, lovdispr
N:This is an abbreviated and considerably changed version
N:of the English "A Brisk Young Sailor." It shows some
N:points of resemblance also to "Sheffield Park,"
N:to the seventeenth century broadside "An Excellent New
N:Song, call'd Nelly's Constancy; or, Her Unkind Lover"
N:(Pepys, V 217; Ebsworth, Roxburghe Ballads, VI, 791),
N:and to seventeenth century broadside, "The Forlorn Lover."
B:From Brewster "False Lover." Contributed by Mrs. A. J. Hopkins,
B:of Boonville, Indiana. Warrick County. May 22, 1935.
Z:dt:lovdispr
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:In Oxford Town in Halifax fair
W:As I walked out to take the air,
W:I viewed the hills and the valleys 'round,
W:And at length I heard a doleful sound.
W:
W:"My father he is a wealthy man;
W:My mother she is a lady fair,
W:And I their child, the only heir;
W:False lover has brought me to despair."
W:
W:Then through yonder meadow at will she goes,
W:A-picking the flowers just as they grow,
W:First a pink and then a blue
W:Until she has gathered the meadow through.
W:
W:Then out of the flowers she made her a bed,
W:A flowery pillow to ease her head.
W:Then she lay down, and then she Spoke:
W:Saying, "O false lover, my heart is broke.
W:
W:"Go dig my grave both wide and deep;
W:Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
W:And on my breast put a turtle-dove
W:That the world may know I died for love."
W:
W:When Mary's true love this news came to be told,
W:That her fair body was dead and cold,
W:"I'm glad," said he, "she has done so well;
W:I long to hear the tolling bell.
W:
W:"When Mary in Abraham's bosom shall sleep,'
W:So softly, softly she will sleep;
W:When Mary in Abraham's bosom shall sleep,
W:My poor soul in hell it will weep."
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X:120
T:Love Will Find Out The Way
S:Digital Tradition, lovewill
B:First appeared in Playford's "Musicks Recreations on the Lyra Viol," mid-17th century. WBO
Z:dt:lovewill
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=132
W:Over the montains and over the waves,
W:Under the fountains and under the graves,
W:Under floods that are the deepest, which Neptune obey
W:Over rocks which are the steepest, Love will find out the way.
W:
W:Where there is no place for the glow-worm to lie,
W:Where there is no space for receipt of a fly,
W:Where the gnat dares not venture, lest herself fast she lay,
W:But if Love comes, He will enter, and will find out the way
W:
W:You may esteem Him a child for his might,
W:Or you may deem Him a coward by his flight.
W:But if she, whom Love doth honour, be concealed from the day
W:Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way.
W:
W:Some think to lose Him by having him confin'd
W:Some do suppose Him, poor thing, to be blind;
W:But if ne'er so close you wall Him, do the best that you may,
W:Blind Love, if so ye call Him, soon will find out the way.
W:
W:You may train the eagle to stoop to your fist.
W:You may train in veigle the Phoenix of the East.
W:The lioness, you may move her to give o'er her prey;
W:But you'll ne'er stop a lover; Love will find out the way.
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X:121
T:Lowlands of Holland, The
S:Digital Tradition, lowholld
D:Recorded by Patrick Galvin and (I think) Clancys
Z:dt:lowholld
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content.
W:The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent.
W:Repent it I shall never until the day I die
W:But the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I.
W:
W:The very night we got married and lay upon our bed
W:A pressgang came to my bedside and stood at my bedhead
W:Saying, Arise arise you new married man and come along with me,
W:To the lowlands of Holland to face your (fight the) enemy.
W:
W:But Holland is a cold place, a place where grows no green
W:But Holland is a cold place for my love to wander in
W:Though money had been so plentiful as leaves grow on the tree
W:Yet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from me
W:
W:Be still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lament
W:Is there ne'er a lad in our town can give your heart content?
W:There's lads enough in our town but ne'er a one for me
W:For I never had but one true love and he was pressed from me
W:
W:There shall no mantle cross my back, no comb go through my hair
W:No firelight nor candlelight shall ease my heart's despair
W:And I will never married be until the day I die
W:For the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and me
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X:122
T:Lowlands of Holland, The
S:Digital Tradition, lowholld
N:Bronson 16
D:Recorded by Patrick Galvin and (I think) Clancys
Z:dt:lowholld
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content.
W:The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent.
W:Repent it I shall never until the day I die
W:But the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I.
W:
W:The very night we got married and lay upon our bed
W:A pressgang came to my bedside and stood at my bedhead
W:Saying, Arise arise you new married man and come along with me,
W:To the lowlands of Holland to face your (fight the) enemy.
W:
W:But Holland is a cold place, a place where grows no green
W:But Holland is a cold place for my love to wander in
W:Though money had been so plentiful as leaves grow on the tree
W:Yet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from me
W:
W:Be still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lament
W:Is there ne'er a lad in our town can give your heart content?
W:There's lads enough in our town but ne'er a one for me
W:For I never had but one true love and he was pressed from me
W:
W:There shall no mantle cross my back, no comb go through my hair
W:No firelight nor candlelight shall ease my heart's despair
W:And I will never married be until the day I die
W:For the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and me
K:G
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X:123
T:Maid thet Sold Her Barley, The
S:Digital Tradition, soldbrly
B:From Irish Street Ballads, O'Lochlainn
O:Irish
Z:dt:soldbrly
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:It's cold and raw the north winds blow
W:Black in the morning early,
W:When all the hills were covered with snow
W:Oh then it was winter fairly.
W:As I was riding o'er the moor
W:I met a farmer's daughter
W:Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair
W:The caused mu heart to falter.
W:
W:I bowed my bonnet very low
W:To let her know my meaning.
W:She answered with a courteous smile
W:Here looks they were engaging.
W:"Where are you bound my pretty maid
W:It's now in the morning early?"
W:The answer that she made to me,
W:"Kind sir, to sell my barley."
W:
W:"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse
W:And twenty more that's yearly.
W:You need not go to the market town
W:For I'll buy all your barley.
W:If twenty guineas would gain the heart
W:Of the maid I love so dearly,
W:All for to tarry with me one night
W:And go home in the morning early."
W:
W:As I was riding o'er the moor
W:The ver evening after,
W:It was my fortune for to meet
W:The farmer's only daughter.
W:Although the weather being cold and raw
W:With her I thought to parley
W:The answer that she made to me,
W:"Kind sir, I've sold my barley."
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X:124
T:Married and Single Life
S:Digital Tradition, marrsing
B:From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Sharp
B:Collected from Mary Sands, NC 1916
Z:dt:marrsing
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come all ye young people and listen to me
W:I'm going to tell you my sad destiny,
W:I'm a man by experience whose favours is won
W:Love has been the ruin of many a man.
W:
W:If you go to get married, don't hasten it on
W:And don't you get married till you're full twenty-one
W:And don't you get married till you find your love set,
W:Then marry some good girl your love won't forget.
W:
W:Come all you young gentlenien who want to be smart
W:Don't place your affections on a smiling sweetheart.
W:She's dancing before you some favours to gain,
W:Then turns her back on you witb scorn and disdain.
W:
W:When a man's married he ain't his own man,
W:He must rove through the country and live as he can.
W:He's lost that sweet apparel, tbe flowers of life,
W:For selling his freedom to buy him a wife.
W:
W:But when a man's single he can live at his ease,
W:He can rove through tbe country and do as he please
W:He can rove  through the country and live at his will
W:Kiss Polly, kiss Betsy, and he is the same still.
W:
W:Just pour out another bowl, boys, we'll drink bumpers round
W:We'll drink to the poorest, if they're to be found;
W:We'll drink to the single with the greatest success,
W:Likewise to the married and wish them no less.
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X:125
T:Mary On the Wild Moor
S:Digital Tradition, wldmoor1
B:From Folk-Songs of the South, Cox
Z:dt:wldmoor1
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:'Twas all on a cold winter's night
W:When the winds blew across the wild moor,
W:That Mary came wand'ring along with her child,
W:Till she came to her own father's door.
W:
W:"O why did I leave this dear spot,
W:Where once I was happy and free?
W:And now doomed to roam without friends or a home,
W:And none to take pity on me?
W:
W:"O father, dear father," she cried,
W:"Do come downstairs and open the door!
W:For the child in my arms will perish and die
W:From the winds that blow 'cross the wild moor."
W:
W:But the old man was deaf to her cries,
W:Not a sound of her voice did he hear,
W:But the watchdog did howl and tAe village bell tolled
W:And the winds blew across the wild moor.
W:
W:O how must the old man have felt
W:When he came to the door the next morn
W:And found Mary dead, but the child was alive,
W:Closely clasped in its dead mother's arms.
W:
W:With anguish he tore his gray hair,
W:While the tears down his cheeks they did roll
W:Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride,
W:From the winds that blew 'cross the wild moor."
W:
W:The old man with grief pined away,
W:And the child to its mother went soon;
W:There's no one, they say, has lived there to this day,
W:And the cottage to ruin has gone.
W:
W:The villagers point out the spot,
W:Where the willows droop over the door,
W:Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride,
W:From the winds that blew 'cross the wild moor."
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X:126
T:Molly Brannigan
S:Digital Tradition, mollbran
D:Recorded by John McCormack, and many lesser lights
O:Irish
Z:dt:mollbran
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=148
W:Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly Brannigan?
W:In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man again.
W:Not a spot on my hide will a summer's sun e'er tan again
W:Since Molly's gone and left me here alone for to die.
W:
W:The place where my heart was you'd aisy rowl a turnip in,
W:'Tis large as all Dublin, and from Dublin to the Divil's glen:
W:If she'd wish'd to take another, sure she might have left mine back again
W:And not have gone and left me here alone for to die.
W:
W:Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone
W:We strolled thro' the meadow, and she swore I was the only one
W:That ever she could love, but oh! the base and cruel one,
W:For all I that she's left me here alone for to die.
W:
W:Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began,
W:I wrapt my frieze-coat round her and ne'er a waistcoat had I on
W:And my shirt was rather fine-drawn, but oh! the false and cruel one,
W:For all that she's left me here alone for to die.
W:
W:The left side of my carcase is as weak as water gruel, ma'am,
W:There's not a pick upon my bones, since Molly's proved so cruel ma'am
W:Oh! if I had a blunder gun, I'd go and fight a duel, ma'am,
W:For sure I'd better shoot myself than live here to die.
W:
W:I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, ma'am,
W:Won't you come to my wake when I go the long meander, ma'am?
W:I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma'am
W:When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah! why did ye die?"
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X:127
T:My Children Are Laughing
S:Digital Tradition, chldlaff
B:Collected by Sam Eskin
Z:dt:chldlaff
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:They sit by the coffin that stands by my bed
W:And they'll be glad when their old man's dead.
W:
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:They blow out the candles that stand at my head
W:And they'll be glad when their old man's dead.
W:
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:My children are laughing behind my back,
W:But I won't die for a long, long time.
W:No, I'm gonna live for a long, long time.
W:
W:I'll sit in my window and drink my gin
W:And be as old as my old ma been,
W:I'll sit in my window and I won't cry,
W:And I'll laugh like hell when my children die!
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X:128
T:My Peggy's Face
S:Digital Tradition, pegyface
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune: My Peggy's Face
O:Scots
Z:dt:pegyface
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=64
W:My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form
W:The frost of hermit age might warm.
W:My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind
W:Might charm the first of human kind.
W:I love my Peggy's angel air,
W:Her face so truly heavenly fair,
W:Her native grace so void of art:
W:But I adore my Peggy's heart.
W:
W:The lily's hue, the rose's dye,
W:The kindling lustre of an eye-
W:Who but owns their magic sway ?
W:Who but knows they all decay ?
W:The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
W:The generous purpose, nobly dear,
W:The gentle look that rage disarms-
W:These are all immortal charms.
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X:129
T:Nine Times a Night
S:Digital Tradition, ninetime
D:Recorded by Frankie Armstrong who learned it from AL Lloyd
Z:dt:ninetime
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:A handsome young sailor to London came down
W:He'd been paid off his ship in old Liverpool town
W:They asked him his name and he answered them, "Quite
W:I belong to a family called nine times a night"
W:
W:Well a handsome young widow who still wore her weeds
W:Her husband had left her his money and deeds
W:Resolved she was on her conjugal rights
W:And to soften her sorrows with nine times a night
W:
W:So she's called to her serving maids Ann and Amelia
W:To keep a watch out for this wonderful sailor
W:And if ever he happened to chance in their sight
W:To bring her fond tidings of nine times a night
W:
W:She was favored by fortune the very next day
W:These two giggling saw him coming their way
W:They've rushed up the stairs full of amorous delight
W:Crying, "There comes that sailor with his nine times a night"
W:
W:She's jumped out of bed and she's pulled on her clothes
W:And straight to the hall door like lightening she goes
W:She's looked him once over and gave him a smack
W:And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack
W:
W:The wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell
W:Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well
W:She vowed to herself she was satisfied quite
W:But she still gives sly hints about nine times a night
W:
W:Says Jack, "My dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong
W:I said to that family I did belong
W:Nine times a night's a bit hard for a man
W:I couldn't do it myself, but me sister she can"
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X:130
T:Nightingales Sing (One Morning In May)
S:Digital Tradition, ntngale
Z:dt:ntngale
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Now as I was a-walking one morning in May
W:I saw a sweet couple together at play
W:O the one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
W:And the other was a soldier, a brave grenadier.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  But they kissed so sweet and comforting
W:  as they pressed to each other
W:  They went arming along the road
W:  like sister and brother.
W:  They went arming along the road
W:  till they came to a spring,
W:  Then they both sat down together
W:  just to hear the nightingale sing.
W:
W:Then out of his knapsack, a long fiddle he drew
W:And he played her such merry tunes as she ever knew,
W:And he played her such merry tunes, caused the valleys to ring
W:Hark hark, replied the fair maid, how the nightingales sing.
W:
W:O come, said the soldier, 'tis time to give o'er
W:O no, said the maiden, please play one tune more.
W:I do like your playing, and the touching of the long string
W:And to see the pretty flowers grow, hear the nightingale sing.
W:
W:Now I'm going to India, for seven long years
W:Drinking wines and strong whiskey instead of strong beers
W:But if I ever return again, it will be in the spring
W:Then we'll both sit down together, love, and hear the nightingale sing.
W:
W:Now, said the fair maid, come, soldier, marry me.
W:O no, said the soldier, how ever can that be?
W:For I've a nice little wife at home in my own count-e-ry
W:And she is the smartest little woman that your eyes ever see.
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X:131
T:No Irish Need Apply
S:Digital Tradition, noirish
N:Author: J.P. Poole
D:Recorded by Seeger, also Moloney/Keane/O'Connel on Green Fields of Amerikee.
Z:dt:noirish
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:I'm a decent boy just landed
W:From the town of Ballyfad;
W:I want a situation, yes,
W:And want it very bad.
W:I have seen employment advertised,
W:"It's just the thing," says I,
W:"But the dirty spalpeen ended with
W:'No Irish Need Apply.' "
W:
W:"Whoa," says I, "that's an insult,
W:But to get the place I'll try,"
W:So I went to see the blackguard
W:With his "No Irish Need Apply."
W:Some do count it a misfortune
W:To be christened Pat or Dan,
W:But to me it is an honor
W:To be born an Irishman.
W:
W:I started out to find the house,
W:I got it mighty soon;
W:There I found the old chap seated,
W:He was reading the Tribune.
W:I told him what I came for,
W:When he in a rage did fly,
W:"No!" he says, "You are a Paddy,
W:And no Irish need apply."
W:
W:Then I gets my dander rising
W:And I'd like to black his eye
W:To tell an Irish gentleman
W:"No Irish Need Apply."
W:Some do count it a misfortune
W:To be christened Pat or Dan,
W:But to me it is an honor
W:To be born an Irishman.
W:
W:I couldn't stand it longer
W:So a hold of him I took,
W:And gave him such a welting
W:As he'd get at Donnybrook.
W:He hollered, "Milia murther,"
W:And to get away did try,
W:And swore he'd never write again
W:"No Irish Need Apply."
W:
W:Well he made a big apology,
W:I told him then goodbye,
W:Saying, "When next you want a beating,
W:Write `No Irish Need Apply.' "
W:Some do count it a misfortune
W:To be christened Pat or Dan,
W:But to me it is an honor
W:To be born an Irishman.
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X:132
T:North Country Maid
S:Digital Tradition, ncntrymd
D:Recorded by Deller Consort, also Watersons
Z:dt:ncntrymd
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:A north country maid up to London has strayed
W:All though with her nature it did not agree
W:And she's wept and she's sighed
W:And she's wrung her hands and cried,
W:Oh I wish once again in the north I could be.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  For the oak and the ash,
W:  And the bonny ivy tree
W:  All flourish and bloom
W:  In my north country.
W:
W:How sadly I roamed and lament my dear home,
W:Where lads and lasses are making the hay
W:Where the bells they do ring
W:And the little birds do sing,
W:And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay.
W:
W:No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease
W:For where bonnie lasses are, lovers will come
W:But the lad that I wed,
W:Must be North country bred,
W:And must carry me back to my North country home.
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X:133
T:Oh, Are You Sleeping, Maggie?
S:Digital Tradition, areuslep
D:Sung by Ray Fisher on Willie's Lady from Tannahill collection
O:Scots
Z:dt:areuslep
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Mirk and rainy is the nicht
W:There's no a star in a' the carry
W:Lightening gleams across the sky
W:And winds they blaw wi winter fury
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  O are you sleeping Maggie
W:  O are you sleeping Maggie
W:  Let me in , for loud the linn
W:  Is roaring o'er the warlocks craigie
W:
W:Fearfu' flows the boortree bank
W:The rifted wood roars wild and dreary
W:Loud the iron yett does clank
W:And cry of howlets mak me eerie
W:
W:Aboon my breath I daurna speak
W:For fear I'll rouse your wakeful daddie
W:Cauld's the blast upon my check
W:O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie
W:
W:She's op'ed the door, she's let him in
W:He's cruist aside his dreeping plaidie
W:Ye can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain
W:Since Maggie noo I'm in aside thee
W:
W:  O noo that you're wakin, Maggie
W:  O noo that you're wakin, Maggie
W:  What care I for howlets cry
W:  For roaring linn or warlock's craigie.
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X:134
T:Oh, Death
S:Digital Tradition, ohdeath
D:Recorded by Dock Boggs, Folkways
Z:dt:ohdeath
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:What is this that I can see
W:With icy hands taking hold on me?
W:I am death and none can excel
W:I'll open the doors to heaven and hell.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Oh, death. Oh death
W:  Can't you spare me over til another year.
W:
W:Oh, death, someone would pray,
W:Couldn't you call some other day?
W:God's children prayed, the preacher preached,
W:The time of mercy is out of your reach,
W:
W:I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
W:I'll lock your jaw so you can't talk
W:Close your eyes so you can't see,
W:This very hour, come go with me.
W:
W:Death, I come to take the soul,
W:Leave the body and leave it cold,
W:To drop the flesh off of the frame,
W:The earth and worms both have a claim.
W:
W:Mother, come to my bed,
W:Place a cold towel upon my head.
W:My head is warm, my feet is cold,
W:Death is moving upon my soul.
W:
W:Oh, death, how you treating me,
W:Close my eyes so I can't see.
W:You hurt my body,  you make me cold
W:You ruined my life right out of my soul.
W:
W:Oh, death, please consider my age,
W:Please don't take me at this stage,
W:My wealth is all at your command,
W:If you will move your icy hand.
W:
W:The old, the young, the rich or poor,
W:All alike with me, you know;
W:No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold,
W:Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
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X:135
T:Oh, Lovely Appearance of Death
S:Digital Tradition, lovlyapp
N:Written ten years before the Reverend George Whitfield's death, to be sung at his own funeral.
B:From Our Singing Country, Lomax
D:Recorded by Hally Wood
Z:dt:lovlyapp
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Oh, lovely appearance of death,
W:What sight upon earth is so fair?
W:Not all the gay pageants that breathe
W:Can with a dead body compare.
W:In solemn delight I survey
W:A corpse when the spirit is fled
W:In love with the beautiful clay,
W:And longing to lie in its stead.
W:
W:Its languishing pain is at rest,
W:Its aching and aching are o'er;
W:The quiet immovable breast
W:Is pained by affliction no more.
W:The heart it no longer receives
W:Of trouble and torturing pain;
W:It ceases to flutter and beat,
W:It never shall flutter again.
K:C
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X:136
T:Old Dun Cow
S:Digital Tradition, olduncow
Z:dt:olduncow
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=84
W:Some  friends and I in a public house
W:Were playing  dominoes  one night
W:When into the room a fireman came,
W:His face all chalky white
W:"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?"
W:"Have you seen your Aunt Moriah?"
W:"Oh  my Aunt Moriah be buggered," says he,
W:"The bleeding  pubs  on fire"
W:
W:"Oh," says Brown, "What a bit of luck
W:Everybody follow me
W:It's down to the cellar if the fire's not there
W:Then we'll have a grand old spree"
W:So we all went down with good old Brown
W:And the booze we could not miss
W:And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
W:Till we were quite like this
W:
W:  Oh, there was Brown, up side down
W:  Mopping up the whiskey on the floor
W:  "Booze, booze" the firemen cried
W:  As they come a knockin' at the door
W:  "Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up
W:  Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre"
W:  And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
W:  When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
W:
W:Then Smith ran over to the port wine tub
W:And gave it just a few hard knocks
W:He started taking off his pantaloons
W:Likewise his shoes and socks
W:"Oh no," says Brown, "That t'ain't allowed
W:You can't do that there
W:Don't be washing your trotters in the port wine tub
W:When we got some Guinesses beer"
W:
W:Then there came a mighty crash
W:Half the bloody room caved in
W:And we were drownded by the fireman's hose
W:Though we were almost happy
W:So we got some tacks and some wet old sacks
W:And we packed ourselves inside
W:And we sat there getting bleery eyed drunk
W:When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
W:
W:It's down to the cellar if the fire's not there
W:Then we'll have a grand old spree"
W:So we all went down with good old Brown
W:And the booze we could not miss
W:And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
W:Till we were quite like this
W:
W:  Oh, there was Brown, up side down
W:  Mopping up the whiskey on the floor
W:  "Booze, booze" the firemen cried
W:  As they come a knockin' at the door
W:  "Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up
W:  Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre"
W:  And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
W:  When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
W:
W:Then Smith ran over to the port wine tub
W:And gave it just a few hard knocks
W:He started taking off his pantaloons
W:Likewise his shoes and socks
W:"Oh no," says Brown, "That t'ain't allowed
W:You can't do that there
W:Don't be washing your trotters in the port wine tub
W:When we got some Guinesses beer"
W:
W:Then there came a mighty crash
W:Half the bloody room caved in
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X:137
T:Old Stone Jar, The
S:Digital Tradition, stonejar
Z:dt:stonejar
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:In 'Frisco town there lived a man and Jack Marr was his name;
W:And in the days of the Cape Horn Trade, he played the Shanghai game.
W:His wife's name was Mary Ann, sailors knew both near and far;
W:An' when they [played the Shanghai game, the used the big stone jar.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  In the Old Virginia Lowlands, Lowlands Low
W:  In the Old Virginia Lowlands Low.
W:
W:The pair thcy played the Shanghai game, wuz known both near an' far
W:They nevcr missed a lucky chance to use the big stone jar.
W:
W:A hell-ship she wuz short o' hands, o' full red-blooded tars,
W:Missus an' Larry would prime the beer in their ol' big stone jar.
W:
W:Shellbacks an' farmers jist the same sailed into Larry Marr's,
W:And sailed away around the Horn, helped by the big stone jar.
W:
W:In 'Frisco town their names is known, as is the Cape Horn Bar,
W:An' the dope they serve out to ol' Jack, from the big stone jar.
W:
W:From the Barbary Coast steer clear, me boys, an' from ol' Larry Marr,
W:Or else damn soon shanghaied ye'll be by Larry's big stone jar.
W:
W:Shanghaied away in a skys'l-ship around Cape Horn so far,
W:Goodbye to all the boys an' girls an' Larry's big stone jar.
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X:138
T:On a Bank of Flowers
S:Digital Tradition, bnkflwrs
N:Tune: On a Bank of Flowers
O:Scots
Z:dt:bnkflwrs
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:On a bank of flowers in a summer day
W:For summer lightly drest,
W:The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
W:With love and sleep opprest;
W:When Willie, wand'ring thro the wood,
W:Who for her favour oft had su'd-
W:He gaz'd, he wish'd,He fear'd, he blush'd,
W:And trembled where he stood.
W:
W:Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd,
W:Were seal'd in soft repose;
W:Her lips, still as she fragrant breath'd,
W:It richer dyed the rose.
W:The springing lilies, sweetly prest,
W:Wild-wanton kiss'd her rival breast:
W:He gaz'd, he wish'd,He fear'd, he blush'd,
W:His bosom ill at rest.
W:
W:Her robes, light-waving in the breeze,
W:Her tender limbs embrace;
W:Her lovely form, her native ease,
W:All harmony and grace.
W:Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,
W:A faltering, ardent kiss he stole;
W:He gaz'd, he wish'd, He  ear'd, he blush'd,
W:And sigh'd his very soul.
W:
W:As flies the partridge from the brake
W:On fear-inspired wings,
W:So Nelly starting, half-awake,
W:Awar affrighted springs.
W:But Willie, follow'd - as he should,
W:He overtook her in the wood;
W:He vow'd, he pray'd, He found the maid
W:Forgiving all, and good.
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X:139
T:On Monday Morning
S:Digital Tradition, onmonday
N:A spiritual relation to Had a Wife and Got no Good of Her;
N:possible relation to Wife Wrapt in a Wether's Skin. RG
B:From Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Williams and Lloyd
B:Collected from W. Alexander, Hants, 1909
Z:dt:onmonday
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=80
W:On Monday morning I married a wife,
W:Thinking to live and a sober life,
W:But as she turned out, I'd better been dead,
W:The remarkable day that I was wed,
W:To me rite fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Tuesday morning I goes to the wood,
W:I cut a stick both fine and good,
W:The finest stick that ever you did see,
W:I cut him out of a holly holly tree,
W:To me rite  fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Wednesday morning then home goes I,
W:Thinking a battle I must try.
W:I beat him about her back and her wig,
W:Until I'd a-broke me holly, holly twig,
W:To me rite fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Thursday morning my poor wife,
W:She was sick and like to die,
W:If she isn't better tomorrow, you see,
W:The devil may have her for all of me,
W:To me rite fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Friday morning the sun did shine,
W:And I walked out in the midst of my prime,
W:Oh, the devil he come in, in the mudst of the game,
W:And he took her away, both blind and lame,
W:To me rite fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Saturday morning it's five days past
W:My poor wife is dead at last
W:The big bell shall ring and the little one shall toll
W:And I'll go home like a jolly old soul,
W:To me rite fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
W:
W:On Sunday morning I dined without
W:I had ne'er a wife to scold me about
W:Here's good luck to my pipe, my bottle and my friend
W:And here's good luck to a week's work end.
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X:140
T:Our Wedding Day
S:Digital Tradition, ourwdday
N:Kennedy 165
B:From Songs of the People, Sam Henry
O:Irish
Z:dt:ourwdday
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:l once had a wee lass and I loved her well,
W:I loved her far better than my tongue can tell,
W:Her parents disliked me for my want of years,
W:So adieu to all pleasure since I lost my dear.
W:
W:Then I dreamt last night that my love came in ,
W:And she walked up so soft that her feet made no din.
W:I thought that she spoke and those words she did say,
W:"It won't be long now, love, till our wedding day."
W:
W:Then according to promise at midnight I rose
W:And found nothing there but the down-folded clothes,
W:The sheets they were empty, as plain as you see,
W:And out of the window with another went she.
W:
W:Oh, it's Molly, lovely Molly, what's this that you have done?
W:You have pulled the thistle, left the red rose behind;
W:The thistle will wither and decay away soon,
W:But the red rose will flourish in the merry month of June.
W:
W:Then if l was a fisherman down by the seaside
W:And Molly a salmon, coming in with the tide,
W:I would cast out my net and catch her in a snare,
W:I would have lovely Molly, I vow and declare.
W:
W:Or if I was an eagle and had two wings to fly,
W:I would fly to my love's castle and it's there I would lie,
W:ln a bed of green ivy l would leave myself down,
W:With my two folded wings I would my love surround.
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X:141
T:Outlandish Knight
S:Digital Tradition, outknght
N:
B:Tune from Sharp, English Folk Songs
D:Recorded by Frankie Armstrong on The Music Plays So Grand
Z:dt:outknght
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=70
W:An outlandish knight from the north lands came
W:And he came a wooing me
W:He promised he'd take me unto the northern lands
W:And there he'd marry me
W:
W:"Come fetch me some of your father's gold
W:And some of your mother's fee
W:And two of the best horses in the stable
W:Where there stand thirty and three"
W:
W:He mounted on the milk white steed
W:And she on the dappled gray
W:And they rode till they came to the salt water side
W:An hour before the day
W:
W:"Light off, light off your steed," he said
W:"And deliver it unto me
W:For six pretty maidens I have drowned here
W:And you the seventh shall be
W:
W:"Pull off, pull off thy silken gown,
W:And deliver it unto me;
W:Methinks it looks too rich and too gay
W:To rot in the salt sea"
W:
W:"Pull off, pull off thy silken stays,
W:And deliver it unto me;
W:Methinks they are too fine and gay
W:To rot in the salt sea"
W:
W:"Take off, take off your Holland smock
W:And deliver it unto me
W:For it is too fine and too rich a gear
W:To rot with you under the sea"
W:
W:"If I must take off my Holland smock
W:Then a turn your face from me
W:For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
W:A naked lady should see"
W:
W:So he's turned his face away from her
W:To view the leaves so green
W:And she's catched him by the middle so small
W:And she's tumbled him into the stream
W:
W:Well he swam high and he swam low
W:Till he came unto the side
W:"Fetch hold of my hand you pretty fair maid
W:And I will make you my bride"
W:
W:"Lie there, lie there you false hearted man
W:Lie there instead of me
W:For if six pretty maidens you have drowned there
W:The seventh one hath drowned thee"
W:
W:She's mounted on the milk white steed
W:And she's led the dappled gray
W:And she's rode till she came to her own father's hall
W:An hour before the day
W:
W:The parrot being up in the window so high
W:And hearing the lady did say
W:"I'm afraid some ruffian has led you astray
W:That you've tarried so long away"
W:
W:"Don't prittle, don't prattle, my Pretty Polly
W:Nor tell any tales on me
W:And your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
W:And the doors of the best ivory"
W:
W:The king being sat in the window so high
W:And hearing the parrot did say
W:"What makes you cry out my Pretty Polly
W:So long before the day"
W:
W:"It's no laughing matter," the parrot, he said
W:"That makes me cry out to thee
W:For the cat he climbed in the window so high
W:And I feared he would harm me"
W:
W:"Well done, well done, my Pretty Polly
W:You have tuned your notes well to me
W:Now your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
W:And the doors of the best ivory"
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X:142
T:Paddy and the Whale
S:Digital Tradition, derrdwn2
H:Tune is another Derry Down variant RG
N:Note: Alternate chorus I've heard is:
N:Caterwaulin', Tarpaulin', Harpoonin' and all
B:From Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland, Greenleaf
B:Collected from John Edison, Fleur de Lys, 1929
Z:dt:derrdwn2
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Paddy O'Brian left Ireland in glee;
W:He had a strong notion old England to see;
W:He shipped in the Nellie, for England was bound,
W:And the whiskey he drank made his head go around,
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Laddy whack, fol de dol, fol de rol I dee dee *
W:
W:O, Paddy been never sailing before;
W:It made his heart ache when he heard the loud roar;
W:For the glance of his eye, a whale he did spy:
W:"I'm going to be ate," says Paddy,"by-and-by"
W:
W:O, Paddy run forward and caught hold of the mast
W:He grasped his arms round and there he held fast
W:The boat gave a tip, and, losing his grip,
W:Down in the whale's belly poor Paddy did slip,
W:
W:He was down in the whale six months and five days
W:Till luck one day to his throat he did pop.
W:The whale give a snort and then give a blow,
W:And out on the land poor Paddy did go.
W:
W:O, Paddy is landed and safe on the shore;
W:He swears that he 'll never go to sea any more.
W:The next time he wishes old England to see,
W:It will be when the railroad runs over the sea.
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X:143
T:Pat Malone Forgot that he was Dead
S:Digital Tradition, patforgt
N:As collected, last line read " That Pat Malone forgot that he's not dead".
N:I CHANGED IT, FOR SENSE. RG
B:From Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin, Peters
B:Collected from Robert Walker, Crandon, WI 1941
Z:dt:patforgt
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=128
W:Times were hard in Irish town; everything was going down,
W:Pat Malone was pushed for ready cash.
W:He'd the life insurance spent; all his money, too, had went
W:And all of his affairs had gone to smash.
W:His wife spoke up and said, "Now, dear Pat, if you were dead
W:This twenty thousand dollars we could take."
W:And so Pat laid down and tried to make out that he had died
W:Until he smelled the whiskey at the wake.
W:Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead.
W:He raised himself in the bed and what he said,
W:"If this wake goes on a minute, to be sure the corpse is in it
W:You'll have to keep me drunk to keep me dead,  "
W:
W:So they gave the corpse a cup, and afterward they filled it up
W:And laid him down again upon the bed.
W:And before the morning grey, everybody felt so gay
W:They forgot that Pat was only playing dead.
W:So they loaded him from the bunk, still alive but awful drunk
W:And put him in the coffin with a prayer.
W:And the driver of the cart said, "Be God, I'll never start
W:Until I see that someone pays the fare."
W:Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead.
W:He raised himself in the coffin, while he said,
W:"If you fairly doubt my credit, you'll be sorry that you said it
W:You drive on or else the corpse will break your head.
W:
W:So the funeral started out on the cemetery route,
W:And the neighbors tried the widow to console.
W:'Til they got beside the base of Malone's last resting place
W:And gently lowered Patrick in the hole.
W:Then Pat began to see, just as plain as one could see
W:That he'd forgot to reckon on the end.
W:And as clods began to drop he broke loose the coffin top
W:And quickly to the earth he did ascend.
W:Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead,
W:And from the cemetery quickly fled.
W:He came nearly going under, it's a lucky thing, by thunder,
W:That Pat Malone forgot that he was dead.*
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X:144
T:Pinery Boy
S:Digital Tradition, pineryby
N:Popular in Britain, Australia, Canada and U.S., as A Soldier's life, A Sailor's Life etc. RG
Z:dt:pineryby
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Oh, a raftsman's life is a wearisome one,
W:It causes many fair maids to weep and mourn.
W:It causes them to weep and mourn
W:For the loss of a true love that never can return,
W:
W:"O father, O father, build me a boat,
W:That down the Wisconsin I may float,
W:And every raft that I pass by
W:There I will inquire for my sweet Pinery Boy."
W:
W:As she was rowing down the stream
W:She saw three rafts all in a string.
W:She hailed the pilot as they drew nigh,
W:And there she did inquire for her sweet Pinery Boy.
W:
W:"O pilot, O pilot, tell me true,
W:Is my sweet Willie among your crew?
W:Oh, tell me quick and give me joy,
W:For none other will I have but my sweet Pinery Boy."
W:
W:"Oh, auburn was the color of his hair,
W:His eyes were blue and his cheeks were fair.
W:His lips were of a ruby fine;
W:Ten thousand times they've met with mine."
W:
W:"O honored lady, he is not here.
W:He's drownded in the dells I fear.
W:'Twas at Lone Rock as we passed by,
W:Oh, there is where we left your sweet Pinery Boy."
W:
W:She wrung her hands and tore her hair,
W:Just like a lady in great despair,
W:She rowed her boat against Lone Rock
W:You'd a-thought this fair lady's heart was broke.
W:
W:"Dig me a grave both long and deep,
W:Place a marble slab at my head and feet;
W:And on my breast a turtle dove
W:To let the world know that I died for love.
W:And at my feet a spreading oak
W:To let the world know that my heart was broke."
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X:145
T:Piper o' Dundee, The
S:Digital Tradition, piperdun
B:From Cole, Folksongs of England, Ireland, Scotland, & Wales
Z:dt:piperdun
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The piper came to out town,
W:To our town, to our town
W:The piper came to our town
W:And he played bonnielie*
W:He play'd a spring the laird to please
W:A spring brent new from 'yont the seas
W:And then he gae his bags a wheeze
W:And played anither key
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  And wasna he a rougey, a rougey, a rougey
W:  And wasna he a rougey, the piper o' Dundee
W:
W:He play'd "The Welcome Ower the Main"
W:And "Ye's Be Fou and I'se be Fain"
W:And "Auld Stuart's Back Again"
W:Wi' muckle mirth and glee
W:He'd play'd "The Kirk", he play'd "The Queer"
W:"The Mullen Dhu" and "Chevalier"
W:And "Lang Awa' But Welcome Here"
W:Sae sweet, sae bonnielie
W:
W:It's some gat swords and some gat nane
W:And some were dancing mad their lane
W:And mony a vow o' weir
W:Was ta'en that night at Amulrie
W:There was Tillibardine, and Burleigh
W:And Struan, Keith, and Olgivie
W:And brave Carnegie, wha' but he,
W:The piper o' Dundee.
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X:146
T:Poor Lil
S:Digital Tradition, poorlil
Z:dt:poorlil
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Her name was Lil and she was a beauty,
W:She came from a house of ill reputy,
W:But she drank too deep of the demon rum,
W:She smoked hashish and opium.
W:
W:She was young and she was fair,
W:She had lovely golden hair,
W:Gentlemen came from miles to see
W:Lillian in her deshabille.
W:
W:Day by day her form grew thinner,
W:From insufficient protein in her,
W:She grew two hollows on her chest,
W:Why, she had to go around completely dressed.
W:
W:Now clothes may make a gal go far,
W:But they have no place on a fille de joie,
W:Lillian's troubles started when
W:She concealed her abdomen.
W:
W:She went to the house physician,
W:To prescribe for her condition,
W:"You have got," the doc did say,
W:"Pernicious anem-i-a."
W:
W:She took to treatments in the sun,
W:She drank of Scott's Emul-si-on,
W:Three times daily she took yeast,
W:But still her clientele decreased.
W:
W:For you must know her cliente-le,
W:Rested chiefly on her belly,
W:She rilled this thing like the deep Pacific,
W:It was something calorific.
W:
W:As Lillian lay in her dishonor,
W:She felt the hand of the Lord upon her,
W:She said, "Me sins I now repents,
W:But Lord, that'll cost you fifty cents."
W:
W:This is the story of Lillian,
W:She was one girl in a million,
W:And the moral to her story is,
W:Whatever your line of business is, fitness wins!
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X:147
T:Poor Man, The
S:Digital Tradition, poorman
B:From Contentment, Douglas.
Z:dt:poorman
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:O poor man, O poor man come tell unto me true;
W:How you maintain your family and how you carry them through;
W:How you maintain your family when most of them are small,
W:And nothing but your labour to maintain then all.
W:
W:'Tis sometimes I do reap and sometimes I do sow,
W:Sometimes hedging, sometimes ditching, such work I often do;
W:There's nothing comes amiss to me, I harrow and I plow,
W:I maintain my family by sweat of my brow.
W:
W:Early in the morning, l'm always of good cheer,
W:With a flail in my hand and a bottle of good beer;
W:A flail in my hand and a bottle of good beer,
W:I live as happy as those worth ten thousand a year.
W:
W:My wife she's always willing to hall [sic] in the yoke,
W:We live like lambs together, and we never do provoke;
W:Altho' it may be possible that we do now live poor,
W:Yet we can feed the beggars that come to our door.
W:
W:When I come home at nignt, su weary then I be,
W:Then I take up my youngest child and dance it on my knee,
W:The rest all come around me and make a prattling noise,
W:And this is all the comfort [a] poor man enjoys,
W:
W:This nobleman hearing what this poor man did say,
W:He invited him to dine with him the very next day,
W:He invited him his wife and children all to bring,
W:And in token of favor he gave him a ring,
W:
W:Quite early the next morning, this poor man arose,
W:And dress'd up all his children in the finest of their cloaths
W:Then the poor man and his wife and his seven children small
W:They all went to dine at this nobleman's hall, '
W:
W:And then after dinner he soon did let him know,
W:What into this poor man's hands he had then to bestow;
W:'Twas forty or fifty good acres of his land,
W:He gave him in writing and sign'd his own hand,
W:
W:Saying on this you may live happy all your life,
W:Therefore I do entreat you to be kind to your wife;
W:Be kind unto your wife and children all around,
W:There's few of those noblemen that are to be found.
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X:148
T:Poverty Knock
S:Digital Tradition, povknock
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=144
W:Up in the morning at five, it's a wonder that we stay alive
W:It sets me yawning to great the cold dawning
W:And back to the old, dreary drive
W:
W:Oh dear, I'm going to be late, Gaffer is standing at gate
W:With his hands in his pockets our wages he'll dock us
W:We'll have to buy grub on the slate
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Poverty poverty knock, my loom it is saying all day
W:  Poverty poverty knock, Gaffer's too skinny to pay
W:  Poverty poverty knock, always one eye on the clock
W:  I know I can guttle when I hear me shuttle go
W:  Poverty poverty knock
W:
W:We have to wet our own yarn by dipping it in yonder tarn
W:It's cold and it's soggy, it makes me feel
W:And there's rats in that dirty old barn.
W:Sometimes a shuttle flies out and gives some poor woman a clout
W:She lies there bleeding while nobody's heading
W:Who's going to carry her out?
W:
W:The tuner should tackle my loom, but he just sits there on his bum
W:He's always busy a-courting our Lizzie
W:And I just can't get him to come
W:
W:And Lizzie's so easily led, I reckon he takes her to bed
W:She used to be skinny, now look at her pinny
W:It's just about time they were wed
W:
W:Oh my poor head how it sings, I should have woven three strings
W:The threads they keep breaking, my poor heart is aching
W:Oh God, how I wish I had wings.
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X:149
T:Queen of Hearts, The
S:Digital Tradition, qunheart
D:Recorded by Joan Baez
Z:dt:qunheart
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
W:He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
W:Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
W:If my love leaves me what shall I do?
W:
W:Had I the store in yonder mountain
W:Where gold and silver is there for counting
W:I could not count for thought of thee
W:My eyes so full I could not see
W:
W:I love my father, I love my mother
W:I love my sister, I love my brother
W:I love my friends and relatives too
W:I'll forsake them all and go with you
W:
W:To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
W:He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
W:Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
W:If my love leaves me what shall I do?
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X:150
T:Rambling Sailor, The
S:Digital Tradition, rambsail
N:A completely different slant from that in Killen's version
B:From Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer
Z:dt:rambsail
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:I am a sailor stout and bold,
W:Long time I have ploughed the ocean
W:To fight for my king and country too,
W:For honour and promotion.
W:I said: "Brother sailors I will bid you adieu.
W:I will go no more to the seas with you,
W:I will travel the country through and through,
W:And still be a rambling sailor."
W:
W:When I came to Greenwich town
W:There were lasses plenty!
W:I boldly stepped up to one
W:To court her for her beauty.
W:I said: "My dear, be of good cheer.
W:I will not leave, you need not fear,
W:I will travel the country through and through,
W:And still be a rambling sailor."
W:
W:When I came to Woolwich town,
W:There were lasses plenty.
W:I boldly stepped up to one
W:To court her for her money.
W:I said: "My dear, what do you choose?
W:There's ale and wine and rum punch too,
W:Besides a pair of new silk shoes
W:To travel with a rambling sailor."
W:
W:When I awoke all in the morn
W:I left my love a-sleeping.
W:I left her for an hour or two
W:Whilst I go courting some other;
W:But if she stays till I return
W:She may stay there till the day of doom.
W:I'll court some other girl in her room,
W:And still be a rambling sailor.
W:
W:And if you want to know my name,
W:My name it is young Johnson.
W:I have got a commission from the king
W:To court all girls that are handsome.
W:With my false heart and flattering tongue
W:I court all girls both old and young;
W:I court them all and marry none,
W:And still be a rambling sailor.
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X:151
T:Ploughboy, The
S:Digital Tradition, plowboy
B:From English Country Songbook, Palmer
Z:dt:plowboy
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
W:Come all you jolly ploughboys, come listen to my lays,
W:And join with me in chorus, I'll sing the ploughboy's praise;
W:My song is of the ploughboy's fame,
W:And unto you I'll relate the same
W:He whistles, sings and drives his team,
W:The brave ploughing boy.
W:
W:So early in the morning, the ploughboy he is seen;
W:He hastens to the stable, his horses for to clean.
W:Their manes and tails he will comb straight,
W:With chaff and corn he does them bait,
W:Then he'll endeavour to plough straight,
W:The brave poughing boy.
W:
W:Now all things being ready, and the harness that's put to,
W:All with a shining countenance his work he will pursue:
W:The small birds sing on every tree,
W:The cuckoo joins in harmony
W:To welcome us as you may say,
W:The brave ploughing boy.
W:
W:So early in the morning, to harrow, plough and sow
W:And with a gentle cast, my boys, we'll give the corn a throw
W:Which makes the valleys thick to stand
W:With corn to fill the reaper's hand:
W:All this, you well may understand,
W:Comes from the ploughing boy.
W:
W:Now the corn it is a-growing, and seed time that's all o'er
W:Our master he does welcome us and unlocks the cellar door
W:With cake and ale we have our fill
W:Because we've done our work so well,
W:There's none here can excel the skill
W:Off a brave ploughing boy.
W:
W:Now the corn it is a-growing, the fields look fresh and gay
W:The cheerful lads come in to mow, whilst damsels make the hay;
W:The ears of corn they now appear,
W:And peace and plenty crowns the year
W:So we'll be merry whilst we are here,
W:And drink to the brave ploughing boy.
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X:152
T:Randy Dandy, O!
S:Digital Tradition, randdand
D:Recorded by The Young Tradition; by Forebitter
Z:dt:randdand
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Now we are ready to head for the Horn
W:Way Hey Roll and go!
W:Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
W:To me rollicking randy dandy, oh!
W:
W:(can use verse 2 as a chorus)
W:Heave a pawl, heave away,
W:The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored
W:
W:Come breast the bar, bullies and heave her away
W:Soon we'll be rolling her 'way down the bay.
W:
W:Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks
W:Where the pretty young girls all come down in flocks.
W:
W:Sing goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue
W:For we are the bullies that can kick her through.
W:
W:Oh man the stout capst'n and heave with a will
W:Soon we'll be driving her 'way down the hill.
W:
W:Heave away, bullies, you parish-rigged bums
W:Take your hands from your pockets and don't suck your thumbs.
W:
W:Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawing free
W:Let's get the rags up and drive 'er to sea.
W:
W:We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay
W:Get crackin' m'lads, 'tis a Hell of a way.
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X:153
T:Rattlin, Roarin' Willie
S:Digital Tradition, rtlnroar
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune: Rattlin' roarin' Willie
O:Scots
Z:dt:rtlnroar
M:9/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:O, rattlin, roarin Willie,
W:O, he held to the fair,
W:An for to sell his fiddle
W:An buy some other ware;
W:But parting wi' his fiddle,
W:The saut tear blin't his e'e-
W:And rattlin, roarin Willie,
W:Ye're welcome hame to me.
W:
W:O Willie, come sell your fiddle,
W:O, sell your fiddle sae fine!
W:O Willie, come sell your fiddle,
W:And buy a pint o wine!
W:If I should sell my fiddle,
W:The warl' would think I was mad;
W:For monie a rantin day
W:My fiddle an I hae had.
W:
W:As I cam by Crochallan,
W:I cannilie keekit ben;
W:Rattlin, roaring Willie,
W:Was sittin at yon boord-en';
W:Sitting at yon boord-en',
W:And amang guid companie;
W:Rattlin, roarin Willie,
W:Ye're welcome hame to me.
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X:154
T:Red is the Rose
S:Digital Tradition, redrose
B:Joe Heaney, via Helen Schneyer & Lucy Simpson
O:Irish
Z:dt:redrose
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Over the mountains and down in the glen
W:To a little thatched cot in the valley
W:where the thrush and the linnet sing their ditty and their song
W:And my love's leaning over the half-door
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
W:  Fair is the lily of the valley
W:  Clear are the waters that flow in yonder stream
W:  But my love is fairer than any.
W:
W:Down by the seashore on a cool summer's eve
W:With the moon rising over the heather
W:The moon it shown fair on her head of golden hair
W:And she vowed she'd be my love forever.
W:
W:It is not for the loss of my own sister Kate
W:It is not for the loss of my mother,
W:It is all for the loss of my bonnie blue-eyed lass
W:That I'm leaving my homeland forever.
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X:155
T:Revolutionary Tea
S:Digital Tradition, revtea
O:America
Z:dt:revtea
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:There was an old lady lived over the sea
W:And she was an island queen
W:Her daughter lived off in a new country
W:With an ocean of water between
W:The old lady's pockets were full of gold
W:But never contented was she
W:So she called on her daughter to pay her a tax
W:Of three pence a pound on her tea
W:Of three pence a pound on her tea
W:
W:"Now mother dear mother," the daughter replied,
W:"I shan't do the thing you ax.
W:I'm willing to pay a fair price for the tea,
W:But never the three-penny tax."
W:"You shall," quoth the mother, and reddened with rage,
W:"For you're my own daughter, you see,
W:And sure 'tis quite proper the daughter should pay
W:Her mother a tax on her tea,
W:Her mother a tax on her tea."
W:
W:And so the old lady her servant called up
W:And packed off a budget of tea;
W:And eager for three pence a pound, she put in
W:Enough for a large familie.
W:She ordered her servants to bring home the tax,
W:Declaring her child should obey,
W:Or old as she was, and almost woman grown,
W:She'd half whip her life away,
W:She'd half whip her life away.
W:
W:The tea was conveyed to the daughter's door,
W:All down by the ocean's side;
W:And the bouncing girl pour'd out every pound
W:In the dark and boiling tide;
W:And then she called out to the Island Queen,
W:"Oh, mother, dear mother," quoth she,
W:"Your tea you may have when 'tis steep'd quite enough
W:But never a tax from me
W:But never a tax from me
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X:156
T:Rising of the Moon, The
S:Digital Tradition, risemoon
D:Recorded by Clancy Brothers and by Dyer-Bennet
O:Irish
Z:dt:risemoon
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=84
W:"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
W:"Hush mavoughal, hush and listen," and his face was all aglow
W:"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
W:With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon"
W:
W:"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be?"
W:"Near the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me"
W:"One more thing, the signal token?" "Whistle up the marching tune
W:For our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon"
W:
W:Out  from many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were lookin' through  the night
W:Many a manly heart was throbin' for the blessed morning light
W:A cry arose along the river, like some banshee's mournful croon
W:And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
W:
W:All along the shining river one black mass of men was seen
W:And above them in the night wind floated our immortal green
W:Death to every foe and traitor.  Onward, strike the marching tune
W:And hurrah me boys for freedom, it's the rising of the moon
W:
W:Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,
W:Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight.
W:But thank God e'en now are beating hearts in mankind's burning noon,
W:Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon.
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X:157
T:Road Tae Dundee, The
S:Digital Tradition, roaddund
H:From Gavin Anderson
N:airm = arm
N:spear wham = spare whom
N:howe of Strathmartine = hollow of the Martin River valley
B:From Ord's Bothy Ballads
O:Scots
Z:dt:roaddund
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:Cold winter was turnin' o'er moor and o'er mountain
W:And wild was the surge on the dark rollin' sea
W:When I met aboot daybreak a bonnie young lassie
W:That asked me the road and the miles tae Dundee
W:
W:I said, "My young lassie, I canna weel tell ye
W:The road and the distance I ne'er can weel gauge
W:But if ye'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie
W:I'll show ye the road and the miles tae Dundee
W:
W:At once she consented and gave me her air-m
W:Nae a word did I spear wham that lassie might be
W:She appeared like an angel in feature and for-m
W:As she walked by my side on the road tae Dundee
W:
W:At length with the howe of Strathmartine behind us
W:The spires o' the toon in full full view we could see
W:She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
W:For showin' me so far on the road tae Dundee.
W:
W:This ring and this purse please accept as a token
W:And surely there's somethin' that ye can gi'e me,
W:That in years to come I'll the laddie remember
W:Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?"
W:
W:I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom,
W:And said, "Tak' ye this, in remembrance o' me",
W:And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
W:Ere I pairted wi' her on the road tae Dundee
W:
W:or:
W:(So I took the gowd pin frae the scarf on my bosom
W:And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me
W:So in times to come ye'll the laddie remember
W:That walked by your side on the road tae Dundee)
W:
W:So here's tae the lassie, I ne'er will forget her
W:Tae ilk a young laddie that's list'nin' tae me
W:Never be sweir to convoy a young lassie
W:Though it's only to show her the road tae Dundee
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X:158
T:Rolling of the Stones, The
S:Digital Tradition, rollston
N:Fragment of The Two Brothers
D:Sung by Joe Hickerson on Dull Care I and by the Young Tradition
Z:dt:rollston
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Will you go to the rolling of the stones
W:Or the dancing of the ball?
W:Or will you go and see pretty Susie
W:And dance among them all
W:
W:I will not go to the rolling of the stones
W:Or the tossing of the ball
W:But I will go and see pretty Susie
W:And dance among them all
W:
W:They hadn't danced but a single dance
W:More than once or twice around
W:Before the sword at her true love's side
W:Gave him his fatal wound
W:
W:They picked him up and carried him away
W:For he was sore distressed
W:They carried him and buried him all in the greenwoods
W:Where he was wont to rest
W:
W:Pretty Susie she came awandering by
W:With a tablet under her arm
W:Until she came to her true love's grave
W:And she began to charm
W:
W:She charmed the fish out of the sea
W:And the birds out of their nests
W:She charmed her true love out of his grave
W:So he could no longer rest
W:
W:Will you go to the rolling of the stones
W:Or the dancing of the ball?
W:Or will you go and see pretty Susie
W:And dance among them all
W:
W:I will not go to the rolling of the stones
W:Or the tossing of the ball
W:But I will go and see pretty Susie
W:And dance among them all
K:G
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X:159
T:Rolling Stone, The
S:Digital Tradition, rollngst
B:From Folk Songs of the Catskills, Cazden Haufrecht and Studer
B:Collected from George Edwards
Z:dt:rollngst
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:"Since the times have grown harder, I've a mind to leave home
W:Since the times have growed harder, my plow, drag and cart,
W:I will go to Wisconsin, some comfort to view,
W:I will double my fortune like other folks do,
W:While here we must labor each day in the field,
W:The winter destroys all the summer can yield."
W:
W:"Oh husband, I've took with a sorrowful heart
W:Long time you've neglected your plow, drag and cart;
W:Your sheep are disordered [and] the land they run on,
W:And your new Sunday jacket goes everyday on.
W:Stick to your farm, and you'll suffer no loss,
W:[For] the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss. "
W:
W:"Oh wife, let us go; don't let us stand,
W:I'll buy a farm all clear to my hand."
W:"Husband, remember the land is to clear,
W:'Twill cost you the labor of many long year;
W:There you might labor each day in the field,
W:And the winter will consume all the summer will yield.
W:
W:Stick to your farm, and you'll suffer no loss,
W:[For] the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss."
W:"Wife, let us go; don't let us wait,
W:For I long to be there, and I long to be great.
W:You may be a rich lady, and who know but I
W:Might be a great Governor ere long,'fore I die."
W:
W:"Husband, remember the land of delight,
W:'Tis surrounded by Indians and it's p'undered by night;
W:Your house may be plundered and burnt to the ground,
W:And your wife and your children lays mangled around:
W:Stick to your farm, and you'll suffer no loss,
W:The stone that goes rolling will gather no moss."
W:
W:"Oh wife  you've convinced me; I'll argue no more,
W:I never once thought of your dying before.
W:I love my dear children, although they are small,
W:It is you  my dear wife, I love better than all.
W:I'll stay on the farm, and I'll suffer the loss,
W:For the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss."
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X:160
T:Room For Company
S:Digital Tradition, roomcmpn
H:First printed in 1614. From Roy Palmer.
Z:dt:roomcmpn
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Room for company, here come good fellows,
W:Room for comp'ny in  Bartholmew Fair.
W:Cobblers and broom-men, jailers and loom-men,
W:Room for comp'ny in  Bartholmew Fair.
W:Butchers and tailors, shipwrights and sailors,
W:Room for company, well may they fare.
W:Room for company, here come good fellows,
W:Room for comp'ny in  Bartholmew Fair.
W:
W:Paviers, bricklayers, potters and brickmakers,
W:Room for comp'ny in  Bartholmew Fair.
W:Pinders and pewterers, plumbers and fruiterers,
W:Room for company, well may they fare.
W:Room for company, here come good fellows,
W:Room for comp'ny in  Bartholmew Fair.
W:
W:Pointers and hosiers, salemen and clothiers,
W:Horse coursers, carriers, blacksmiths and farriers,
W:
W:Colliers and carvers, barbers and weavers,
W:Sergeants and yeomen, farmers and ploughmen,
W:
W:Bellfounders, felmongers, bellowsmenders, woodmongers,
W:Pumpmakers, glassmakers, chamberlains and matmakers,
W:
W:Collarmakers, needlemakers, buttonmakers, fiddlemakers,
W:Fletchers and bowyers, drawers and sawyers,
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X:161
T:Rose of Tralee, The
S:Digital Tradition, tralee
N:Note that one word changed in the last line
O:Irish
Z:dt:tralee
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The pale moon was rising above yon green mountain,
W:The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
W:When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
W:That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  She was lovely and fair, as the rose of the summer,
W:  It was not her beauty alone that won me.
W:  Oh no, t'was the truth in her eye ever dawning,
W:  That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee!
W:
W:The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading,
W:And Mary, all smiling, stood listn'ng to me,
W:When all through the valley her pale rays were shedding,
W:When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  She was lovely and fair, as the rose of the summer,
W:  It was not her beauty alone that won me.
W:  Oh no, t'was the truth in her eye ever dawning,
W:  That made me love Mary, my Rose of Tralee!
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X:162
T:Rosebud In June
S:Digital Tradition, rosebudj
N:See Carly Gewirz or Joe Hickerson of Washington, DC for sources
D:Recorded by Steeleye Span on Below the Salt
Z:dt:rosebudj
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:It's a rosebud in June, and the violets in full bloom
W:The small birds are singing love songs from each spray.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  We'll pipe and we'll sing, Love,
W:  We'll dance in a ring, Love.
W:  When each lad takes his lass,
W:  All on the green grass,
W:  And it's all to plow
W:  Where the fat oxen graze low;
W:  And the lads and the lasses do sheepshearing go.
W:
W:Oh their flesh it is good, it's the best of all foods
W:And their wool it will clothe us and keep our backs from the cold.
W:
W:Here's the ewes and the lambs, here's the hogs and the rams.
W:And the fat withers too they will make a fine show.
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X:163
T:Rough and Rocky
S:Digital Tradition, ruffrcky
Z:dt:ruffrcky
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=132
W:Darling I have come to tell you
W:'Though it almost breaks my heart
W:But before the morning darling
W:We'll be many miles apart.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Don't this road look rough and rocky
W:  Don't that sea look wide and deep
W:  Don't my baby look the sweetest
W:  When she's in my arms asleep.
W:
W:Can't you hear the night birds crying
W:Far across the deep blue sea
W:While of others you are thinking
W:Won't you sometimes think of me?
W:
W:One more kiss before I leave you
W:One more kiss before we part
W:You have caused me lots of trouble
W:Darling you have broke my heart.
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X:164
T:Rowan County Crew, The
S:Digital Tradition, rowancrw
B:From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph
B:Collected from Jim Cherry, AK 1942
Z:dt:rowancrw
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Come all young men and ladies, fathers and mothers too
W:I will relate to you the history of the Rowan County crew
W:Concerning bloody Rowan and many hideous deeds,
W:My  friends, please give attention, remember how it reads.
W:
W:It was in the month of August, all on the election day,
W:Johnny Martin he was wounded, they say by Johnny Day,
W:But Martin could not believe it, he could not think it so,
W:He thought it was Floyd Tolliver that struck the fatal blow.
W:
W:They shot and killed Saul Bradley, a sober and innocent man,
W:Left his wife and loving children to do the best they can,
W:They wounded young Ad Sizemore, although his life was saved,
W:He seems to shun the grog-shops since he stood so near t' his grave.
W:
W:Now Martin did recover, some months had come and passed
W:All in the town of Morehead those men they met at last,
W:Tolliver and a friend or two about the streets did walk,
W:They seemed to be uneasy, with no one wished to talk.
W:
W:They stepped into Judge Carey's grocery and stepped to the bar,
W:But little did they think, dear friends, they had met their fatal hour,
W:The sting of death was near him, Martin rushed in at the door
W:A few words passed between them concerning the row before.
W:
W:The people were soon all frightened, began to rush out of the room,
W:When a ball from Martin's pistol lay Tolliver in the tomb,
W:His friends did gather round him, his wife to weep and wail,
W:Then Martin was arrested and soon confined in jail.
W:
W:He was put in the jail of Rowan, there to remain a little while,
W:In the hands of law and justice to bravely stand his trial,
W:The people talked of Iynching him, at present they did fail,
W:The prisoner's friends soon moved him to the Winchester jail.
W:
W:Some people forged an order, their names I do not know,
W:Their plan was soon agreed upon, for Martin they did go,
W:Martin seemed to be discouraged, he seemed to be in dread,
W:They've sought a plan to kill me, to the jailer Martin said.
W:
W:They put the handcuffs on him, his heart was in distress,
W:They hurried to the station to get on the night express,
W:Along the line she lumbered at her usual speed,
W:There was only two in number to commit this dreadful deed.
W:
W:Martin was in ehe smoking car, accompanied by his wife,
W:They did not want her present when they took her husband's life,
W:When they arrived at Farmer's they had no time to lose,
W:A band approached the engineer and toid him not to move.
W:
W:They stepped up to the prisoner with pistols in their hands,
W:In death he was soon sinking, he died in iron bands,
W:His wife she heard the horrid sound, she was in another car,
W:She cried oh Lord, they've killed him! when she heard the pistols fire.
W:
W:Now the death of those two men have caused great trouble in our land,
W:Caused men to leave their families and take the parting hand,
W:Retaliating still at war, and it may never cease
W:I would that I could only see our land once more in peace.
W:
W:They shot the deputy sheriff, Bumgardner was his name,
W:They shot him from the bushes after taking deliberate aim,
W:The death of him was dreadful, it may never be forgot,
W:His body pierced and torn with thirty-three buckshot
W:
W:Now I've composed this as a warning, beware all you young men,
W:Your pistols will cause you trouble, on this you may depend,
W:In the bottom of the whiskey glass a lurking devil dwells,
W:It burns the breasts who drink it, and sends their souls to hell.
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X:165
T:Royal Oak
S:Digital Tradition, royaloak
B:From The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Williams and Lloyd
B:Collected from Moses Mansfield, Surrey, 1912
Z:dt:royaloak
M:3/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:As we was sailing all on the salt seas,
W:We hadn't sailed months past but two or three,
W:Not before we saw ten sail of Turks,
W:All men-o'-war full as big as we.
W:
W:"Pull down your colours, you English dogs!
W:Pull down your colours, do not refuse.
W:Oh, pull down your colours, you English dogs
W:Or else your precious life you'll lose!"
W:
W:Our captain being a valiant man,
W:And a well-bespoken young man were he:
W:"Oh, it never shall be said that we died like dogs,
W:But we will fight them most manfully!"
W:
W:"Go up, you lofty cabin boys,
W:And mount the mainmast topsail high,
W:For to spread abroad to King George's fleet
W:That we'll run the risk or else we'll die!"
W:
W:The fight begun 'bout six in the morning,
W:And on to the setting of the sun.
W:Oh, and at the rising of the next morning,
W:Out of ten ships we couldn't see but one.
W:
W:Oh, three we sank and three we burned,
W:And three we caused to run away,
W:And one we brought into Portsmouth harbour,
W:For to let them know we had won the day.
W:
W:If anyone then should enquire
W:Or want to know our captain's name,
W:Oh, Captain Wellfounder's our chief commander
W:But the Royal Oak is our ship by name.
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X:166
T:Rue and Thyme
S:Digital Tradition, ruethyme
B:From Songs of Northern England, Stokoe
Z:dt:ruethyme
M:4/4
L:1/8
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W:Beware, young maids, beware;
W:Beware, and read my rhyme;
W:And see that you keep your garden well,
W:And let no one steal your thyme.
W:
W:Oh, when my thyme was new,
W:It flourished both night and day,
W:Till by there came a false young man,
W:And he stole my thyme away.
W:
W:And now my thyme's all gone,
W:And I can plant no new,
W:And the very place where my thyme was set
W:Is all o'ergrown with rue.
W:
W:And rue runs over all,
W:And nothing can it stop;
W:But there grows a flower in my father's garden
W:They call it the fair maid's hope.
W:
W:"Now spring up hope," said I,
W:" And be not afraid of rue ;
W:And if ever that young man come again,
W:He'll surely find me true."
W:
W:The gardener standing by,
W:I bade him choose for me;
W:He choose me the lily, the violet, and the pink,
W:But these I refused all three.
W:
W:The lily I refused
W:Because it fades so soon;
W:The violet and the pink I did them overlook,
W:And vowed I would wait till June.
W:
W:In June the red rose buds,
W:And that is the flower for me;
W:But in laying my hand on the red rose bush,
W:I thought of the willow tree.
W:
W:The willows they grow long,
W:The willows they grow strong;
W:And the whole world over may very well knowv
W:That false love has done me wrong.
W:
W:It's good to be drinking the beer,
W:It's good to be drinking the wine;
W:But it's better far to be on the bonny laddie's knee
W:That's stolen this heart of mine.
W:
W:Farewell to all fading flowers,
W:Farewell to young lovely June,
W:For the grass that was once trodden under foot,
W:Perhaps it may rise again.
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X:167
T:Rye Whisky
S:Digital Tradition, ryewhisk
N:One of the more exhaustive texts.
B:From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
Z:dt:ryewhisk
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
W:I'll eat when I'm hungry,
W:I'll drink when l'm dry,
W:If the hard times don't kill me,
W:I'll lay down and die.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Rye whisky, rye whisky,
W:  Rye whisky, l cry,
W:  If you don't give me rye whisky,
W:  I surely will die.
W:
W:I'll tune up my fiddle,
W:And I 'll rosin my bow,
W:I'll make myself welcome,
W:Wherever I go.
W:
W:Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
W:Red liquor when I'm dry,
W:Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
W:And religion when I die.
W:
W:They say l drink whisky,
W:My money's my own;
W:All them that don't like me,
W:Can leave me alone.
W:
W:Sometimes I drink whisky,
W:Sometimes I drink rum,
W:Sometimes I drink brandy,
W:At other times none.
W:
W:But if I get boozy,
W:My whisky's my own,
W:And them that don't like me,
W:Can leave me alone.
W:
W:Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
W:I know you of old,
W:You've robbed my poor pockets
W:Of silver and gold.
W:
W:Oh, whisky, you villain,
W:You've been my downfall,
W:You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
W:But I love you for all.
W:
W:If the ocean was whisky,
W:And I was a duck,
W:I'd dive to the bottom
W:To get one sweet suck.
W:
W:But the ocean ain't whisky
W:And I ain't a duck,
W:So we'll round up the cattle
W:And then we'll get drunk.
W:
W:My foot's in my stirrup,
W:My bridle's in my hand,
W:I'm leaving sweet Lillie,
W:The fairest in the land.
W:
W:Her parents don't like me,
W:They say I'm too poor;
W:They say I'm unworthy
W:To enter her door.
W:
W:Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
W:Rye whisky when I'm dry,
W:If a tree don't fall on me,
W:I'll live till I die.
W:
W:I'll buy my own whisky,
W:I'll make my own stew,
W:If I get drunk, madam,
W:It's nothing to you.
W:
W:I'll drink my own whisky,
W:I'll drink my own wine,
W:Some ten thousand bottles
W:I've killed in my time.
W:
W:I've no wife to quarrel
W:No babies to bawl;
W:The best way of living
W:Is no wife at all.
W:
W:Way up on Clinch Mountain
W:I wander alone,
W:I'm as drunk as the devil,
W:Oh, let me alone.
W:
W:You may boast of your knowledge
W:An' brag of your sense,
W:'Twill all be forgotten
W:A hundred years hence.
W:
W:(Negro Variant)
W:In my little log cabin,
W:Ever since I been born,
W:Dere ain't been no nothin'
W:'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn.
W:
W:But l know whar's a henhouse,
W:De turkey he charve;
W:An, if ol' Massa don' kill me
W:I cain't never starve.
W:
W:(Variant chorus)
W:Rye whisky, rye whisky,
W:You're no friend to me;
W:You killed my poor daddy,
W:Goddamn you, try me.
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X:168
T:Schooner E.A. Horton, The
S:Digital Tradition, eahorton
H:Event occurred in 1871
B:From Ballads Migrant in New England
B:Collected from Charles Cooke of Ripton VT in 1941
Z:dt:eahorton
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Come all you sons of Uncle Sam, come listen to me awhile
W:And I'll tell you of a capture that was made in Yankee style
W:'Twas the Schooner E.A. Horton in the British harbor lie
W:She was shaken by "The Sweepstakes" while cruising in disguise
W:Our treaties they've rejected and our governments defied
W:It's now you've stolen our fishermen so Johnnies, mind yer eye.
W:
W:'Twas the thirteenth day of October in the year of sixty-one
W:Brave Knowlton and his comrades, the day it was begun
W:While the British thick-skulls were sleepin' with red ruin on their brain
W:We stole away our fishermen and brought her back again
W:
W:Says brave Knowlton to his comrades, "If you will follow me
W:We'll have the Horton home again whate'er the cost may be
W:We'll stick to one another like brothers just as true
W:And we'll show those Yankee thievish-men what Yankee lads can do"
W:
W:'Twas early in the next morning the news did spread about
W:They found the gold prospector with the Horton had stepped out
W:The news began to penetrate the British skulls so thick
W:They finally did acknowledge 'twas a bold and Yankee trick
W:
W:Now boys, there is a jolly time in Glou-cester tonight
W:For heavy guns are firing and torches burning bright
W:The band plays, "Yankee Doodle" and the voices loudly ring
W:For the Yankee boys are shouting that the Horton has got in
W:
W:Now you Dominion Canaday, I warn you to beware
W:You better sigh the treatie and settle this affair
W:And always do to others as you'll have 'em do to you
W:And don't try to treat your neighbor like old Johnnie tried to do
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X:169
T:Sailor and the Tailor, The
S:Digital Tradition, sailtail
N:A circle is formed by joining hands.  They dance round and sing.  Sometimes at
N:Rosehearty two play the game by the one taking hold of the other's left hand with her right.
B:Gomme II.147, from Rosehearty.
O:Scots
Z:dt:sailtail
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:A sailor lad and a tailor lad,
W:And they were baith for me;
W:I wid raither tack the sailor lad,
W:And lat the tailor be.
W:
W:What can a tailor laddie dee
W:Bit sit and sew a cloot,
W:When the bonnie sailor laddie
W:Can turn a ship aboot.
W:
W:He can turn her east, and he can turn her west,
W:He can turn her far awa';
W:He aye tells me t' keep up my hairt
W:For the time that he's awa'.
W:
W:I saw 'im lower his anchor,
W:I saw 'im as he sailed;
W:I saw 'im cast his jacket
W:To try and catch a whale.
W:
W:He skips upon the planestanes,
W:He sails upon the sea;
W:A fancy man wi' a curly pow
W:Is aye the boy for me,
W:Is aye the boy for me;
W:A fancy man wi' a curly pow
W:Is aye the boy for me.
W:
W:He daurna brack a biscuit,
W:He daurna smoke a pipe;
W:He daurna kiss a bonnie lass
W:At ten o'clock at night.
W:
W:I can wash a sailor's shirt,
W:And I can wash it clean;
W:I can wash a sailor's shirt,
W:And bleach it on the green.
W:Come a-rinkle-tinkle, fal-a-la, fal-a-la,
W:Aboun a man-o'-war.
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X:170
T:Sailor from Dover
S:Digital Tradition, sailrdvr
B:From Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Williams and Lloyd
B:Collected from Mrs. Lucy Durston, Somerset 1909
Z:dt:sailrdvr
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=120
W:There was a sailor from Dover, from Dover he came
W:He courted a fair young damsel, and Sally was her name;
W:And she being so lofty and her portion being so high,
W:All on a poor sailor love she scarce would cast an eye.
W:
W:"O Sally, dearest Sally, O Sally," then said he,
W:"I fear that your false heart my ruin it will be;
W:Without your present hatred is turned into love,
W:You'll make me broken-hearted and my ruin it will prove."
W:
W:"I cannot love a sailor, nor any such a man,
W:So keep your heart in comfort and forget me if you can.
W:I pray you keep your distance and mind your own discourse
W:For I never intend to marry you unless that I am forced.'
W:
W:But when a year was over and twelve months they was past
W:This lovely young damsel she grew sick in love at last.
W:Entangled she was all in her love, she did not know for why
W:So she sent for the young man on whom she had an eye.
W:
W:"Oh, am I now now the doctor, that you have sent for me?
W:Pray do you well remember how once you slighted me?
W:How once you slighted me, my love, and treated me with scorn,
W:So now I will reward you for all that you have done."
W:
W:"For what is past and gone," she said, "I pray you to forgive
W:And grant me just a little longer time for to live."
W:"Oh no, my dearest Sally, as long as I have breath,
W:I'll dance all on your grave, love, as you lie under the earth."
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X:171
T:Saladin Mutiny, The
S:Digital Tradition, sldnmtny
H:A true incident that happened in 1843.
B:From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowkes.
Z:dt:sldnmtny
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:My name if is George Jones, I am from the county Clare:
W:I leaved my ancient parents and I leaved them living there
W:I fell in bent for roving, 'twas home I could not stay,
W:So much against my parents' will I shipped and went to sea.
W:
W:I shipped on board the Saladin; I shudder at her name.
W:She was a Valparaiso boat bound to the Spanish Main.
W:I shipped as cabin steward; that proved my fatal day
W:When a demon came on board of us and led us all astray.
W:
W:He said he'd work his passage. The ship was homeward bound
W:With copper ore and silver worth many thousand pounds.
W:Besides, two cabin passengers on board of us did come:
W:The one was Mr. Fielding and the other one was his son.
W:
W:Being on a Sunday morning I'm sorry to relate
W:We started this desperate enterprise and first we killed our mate.
W:And next we killed the carpenter and overboard him threw
W:Our captain he did soon meet death with four more of our crew.
W:
W:An oath was next administered to all the rest of the crew,
W:And like a band of brothers we were sworn to be true.
W:Being on a Sunday morning when that bloody deed was done
W:Then Fielding brought a Bible and swore in every one.
W:
W:The firearms and weapons all we threw into the sea.
W:He said he'd steer for Newfoundland, to which we did agree
W:We found with Captain Fielding (for which he lost his life)
W:A brace of loaded pistols, likewise a carving knife.
W:
W:His son he begged for mercy for he was all alone,
W:But his sad tale was soon cut short and overboard was thrown.
W:We served him as his father who met a watery grave;
W:We buried son and father beneath the stormy waves.
W:
W:And next it was agreed upon before the wind to keep.
W:We had the world before us; we were on the trackless deep
W:We ofttimes kept before the wind as we could do no more
W:And on the twenty-ninth of May were shipwrecked on shore
W:
W:To Newgate we were taken, bound down in iron chain,
W:Confessing to our deadly crimes and all whom we had slain.
W:So fare you well, my parents dear, I'll never see you more
W:So fare you well, my own sweetheart, you're the girl that I adore.
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X:172
T:Saladin Mutiny, The
S:Digital Tradition, sldnmty2
N:There were four mutineers; Creighton collected songs for three of them.
B:From Maritime Folk Songs, Creighton
D:Sung by Miss Germaine, Fraser Nursing Home, New Glasgow, N.S.
Z:dt:sldnmty2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Come, all ye human countrymen, with pity lend an ear,
W:And hear my feeling story; you can't but shed a tear.
W:I'm held in close confinement and bound in irons strong,
W:Surrounded by stony granite walls and sentenced to be hung.
W:
W:Charles Gustavus Anderson is my right and proper name;
W:Since I have been in custody I ne'er denied the same.
W:I came from decent parents although I die in scorn,
W:And believe me now I much lament that ever I was born.
W:
W:It was my sad misfortune that brought me to this place,
W:To die an ignominious death, my parents to disgrace.
W:With sorrow  when I parted them, their hearts were pierced thro',
W:Their sorrows were not worn away before they will renew.
W:
W:My father was a shipwright, I might have been the same,
W:He taught me good examples, to him I leave no blame.
W:Likewise my tender mother, who for me suffered sore,
W:When she hears this sad announcement I'm sure she'll suffer more.
W:
W:O dear and loving mother, If I could but see your face,
W:I'd kiss thy lips of tenderness, and take my last embrace
W:I'd bathe you in my tears of grief before my final hour,
W:I'd then submit myself to God, to His holy will and power.
W:
W:Brothers and sisters all, adieu, who are near and dear to me,
W:So far beyond the ocean, whose faces I ne'er shall see.
W:The happy days I spent with you on my native shore,
W:Farewell, sweet Udavilla, I will never see you more.
W:
W:Ah, if I could recall my days again, how happy I would be,
W:To live at home amongst my friends, in love and unity.
W:When I think of former innocence, and those I left behind,
W:'Tis God and only Him that knows the horrors of my mind.
W:
W:No books of consolation are here that I can read,
W:I profess the Church of England, by nation I'm a Swede.
W:Those words that are addressed to me, I can't well understand,
W:I must die like a heathen here in a foreign land.
W:
W:It's near the town of Gottenborg where I was bred and born,
W:Here in the city of Halifax I end my life in scorn;
W:Pity my misfortunes and a warning take from me,
W:Shun all evil company and beware of mutiny.
W:
W:Since I left my tender parents, it's but a few years ago,
W:Of the dreadful fate that awaits me, it's little I did know.
W:I got into bad company who have seduced me,
W:For to become a murderer and a pirate on the sea.
W:
W:I shipped on board the Saladin, as you may understand,
W:She was bound to Valparaiso, McKenzie had command.
W:We arrived there in safety without the least dismay,
W:When Fielding came on board of us, curse on that fatal day.
W:
W:'Twas him that seduced us to do that horrid crime;
W:Though we might have prevented it if we had thought in time.
W:We shed the blood of innocence, the same we don't deny,
W:And stained our hands in human blood, for which we have to die.
W:
W:Oh, God, I fear Your vengeance, and judgment much I dread,
W:To stand before Your judgment-seat with my hands imbued in blood,
W:I deserve Your indignation, but Your pardon still I crave,
W:Oh, Lord, have mercy on my soul beyond the gloomy grave.
W:
W:The sheriff and his officers all came to him in gaol;
W:He knew their awful message well but never seemed to fail.
W:They placed the fatal halter on, to end all shame and strife;
W:With his own hands he greased the cord that cut the thread of life.
W:
W:He was led to the gallows and placed on that awful stand.
W:He viewed the briny ocean and then the pleasant land.
W:The rope adjusted through the ring, which quickly stopped his breath,
W:So ended his career in the violent jaws of death.
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X:173
T:Scarborough Fair
S:Digital Tradition, scarfair
D:Ewan MacColl sings it on "Matching Songs"
Z:dt:scarfair
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
W:Are you going to Scarborough Fair
W:  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
W:Remember me to one who lives there
W:  For once she was a true love of mine
W:
W:Tell her to make me a cambric shirt...
W:Without any seam or fine needlework..
W:
W:Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
W:Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
W:
W:Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
W:Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
W:
W:Now he has asked me questions three
W:I hope he will answer as many for me
W:
W:Oh, will you find me an acre of land
W:Between the sea foam and the sea sand
W:
W:Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
W:And sow it all over with one peppercorn
W:
W:Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
W:And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
W:
W:And when you have done and finished your work
W:Come to me for your cambric shirt
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X:174
T:Second of August
S:Digital Tradition, secndaug
H:In 1801, Nelson, in the frigate Medusa, led a flotilla in an
H:abortive attack on French invasion craft in the harbor of
H:Boulogne. This broadsheet was intended to stimulate the
H:generosity of the public on behalf of wounded seamen. RP
B:From Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer
O:English
Z:dt:secndaug
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:On the sccond of August, eighteen hundred and one,
W:As we sailed with Lord Nelson to the port of Boulogne
W:For to cut out some shipping, which proved in vain:
W:To our misfortune they were all moored with chain.
W:
W:Our boats being well-manned by eleven at night
W:To cut out their shipping, not expecbng to fight;
W:But the grape from their batteries so smartly did play
W:That nine hundred brave seamen killed and wounded there lay.
W:
W:We hoisted our colors, and so bold did them spread,
W:With the British flag flying at the royal mast head;
W:For the honour of old England we'll always maintain
W:While bold British seamen plough the watery main.
W:
W:Exposed to the fire of the enemy we lay
W:While ninety bright pieces of cannon did play;
W:There many brave seamen did lay in their gore,
W:And the shots from the batteries most smartly did pour.
W:
W:Our noble commander with his heart full of grief
W:Used every endeavour to afford us relief.
W:No ship could assist us as well he did know;
W:In this wounded condition we were tossed to and fro.
W:
W:All you  who relieve us the Lord will you bless
W:For relieving poor seamen in times of distress.
W:May the Lord put an end to all cruel wars,
W:Send peace and contentment to all British tars.
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X:175
T:Seven Long Years
S:Digital Tradition, svnlngyr
B:From English Folk Songs in the Southern Appalachians, Sharp
B:Collected from Mrs. Moore, GA 1929
Z:dt:svnlngyr
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Seven long years I've been bound to my trade
W:In one more I'll be free,
W:I belong to that jovial crew,
W:And no one cares for me.
W:I'll romp and I'll rove, and I'll call for my bode
W:They may all say what they will;
W:Resolved that I am, just as long as I can
W:for to drink good liquor still
W:
W:I have a good old father at home,
W:And I've cost him many a pound,
W:And now to make amends for this,
W:I'll travel the whole world round.
W:I have a good old mother at home,
W:I've caused her a many a tear,
W:And now to make amends for this,
W:I'll travel far and near.
W:
W:I have a good little sister at home,
W:And she gave me a good piece of advice,
W:Said for me to stay with my kind old parents
W:And to marry me a pretty little wife.
W:I have a good little sweetheart at home,
W:She gave me a broad piece of gold;
W:It'll neither buy me a house nor a home,
W:Nor save my soul from hell;
W:It'll only buy me a full flowing bowl,
W:That the ladies may drink their fill.
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X:176
T:Sir Arthur and Charming Mollee
S:Digital Tradition, artmoll
B:From Songs of Northern England, Stokoe
Z:dt:artmoll
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:As noble Sir Arthur one morning did ride,
W:With his hounds at his feet and his sword by his side,
W:He saw a fair maid sitting under a tree;
W:He asked her name, and she said 'twas Mollee
W:
W:"Oh, charming Mollee, you my butler shall be,
W:To draw the red wine for yourself and for me!
W:I'll make you a lady so high in degree,
W:If you will but love me, my charming Mollee!
W:
W:"I'll give you fine ribbons, I'll give you fine rings,
W:I'll give you fine jewels and many fine things;
W:I'll give you a petticoat flounced to the knee,
W:If you will but love me, my charming Mollee!"
W:
W:"I'll have none of your ribbons, and none of your rings,
W:None of your jewels and other fine things;
W:And I've got a petticoat suits my degree,
W:And I'll ne'er love a married man till his wife dee."
W:
W:"Oh, charming Mollee, lend me then your penknife,
W:And I will go home and I'll kill my own wife;
W:I'll kill my own wife and my bairnies three,
W:If you will but love me, my charming Mollee!"
W:
W:"Oh noble Sir Arthur, it must not be so,
W:Go home to your wife, and let nobody know;
W:For seven long years I will wait upon thee,
W:But I'll ne'er love a married man till his wife dee."
W:
W:Now seven long years are gone and are past,
W:The old woman went to her long home at last;
W:The old woman died, and Sir Arthur was free,
W:And he soon came a-courting to charming Mollee.
W:
W:Now charming Mollee in her carriage doth ride,
W:With her hounds at her feet and her lord by her side.
W:Now all ye fair maids take a warning by me,
W:And ne'er love a married man till his wife dee.
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X:177
T:She Rose to Let Me In
S:Digital Tradition, coldrai2
N:A more morally-correct ending than some other versions
B:From Pills to Purge Melancholy, vol I, D'Urfey
Z:dt:coldrai2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:The night her blackest sable wore
W:And gloomy were the skies,
W:And glitt'ring stars there were no more
W:Than those in Stella's eyes.
W:When at her fther's gate I knocked
W:Where I had often been,
W:And shrowded only in her smock
W:The fair one let me in.
W:
W:Fast lock'd within her close embrace
W:She trembling lay asham'd
W:Her swelling breast and glowing face
W:And every touch inflamed.
W:My eager passion I obey'd
W:Resolv'd the fort to win;
W:And her fond heart was soon betray'd
W:To yield and let me in.
W:
W:Then! then! beyond expressing
W:Immortal was the joy
W:I knew no greater blessing
W:So great a god was I
W:And she, transported with delight
W:Oft pray'd me come again
W:And kindly vowed that every night
W:She'd rise and let me in.
W:
W:But oh! at last she prov'd with bern (sic)
W:And sighing sat and dull,
W:And I that was as much concerned
W:Look'd then just like a fool.
W:Her lovely eyes with tears run o'er
W:Repenting her rash sin;
W:She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour
W:That e'er she let me in.
W:
W:But who could cruelly deceive
W:Or from such beauty part?
W:I lov'd her so, I could not leave
W:The charmer of my heart.
W:But wedded and conceal'd the crime
W:Thus all was well again;
W:And now she thanks the blessed hour
W:That e'er she let me in.
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X:178
T:She's Like the Swallow
S:Digital Tradition, swllow
B:From the Penguin Book of Canada Folk Songs, Fowke
Z:dt:swllow
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:She's like the swallow that flies so high,
W:She's like the river that never runs dry.
W:She's like the sunshine on the lee shore,
W:She loves her love but she'll love no more.
W:
W:'Twas down in the meadow this fair maid bent
W:A-picking the primrose just as she went.
W:The more she picked and the more she pulled,
W:Until she gathered her apron full.
W:
W:She climbed on yonder hill above
W:To give a rose unto her love.
W:She gave him one, she gave him three
W:She gave her heart for company.
W:
W:And as they sat on yonder hill
W:His heart grew hard, so harder still.
W:He has two hearts instead of one.
W:She says, "Young man, what have you done?"
W:
W:"How foolish, foolish you must be
W:To think I love no one but thee.
W:The world's not made for one alone,
W:I take delight in everyone."
W:
W:She took her roses and made a bed,
W:A stony pillow for her head.
W:She lay her down, no more did say,
W:But let her roses fade away.
W:
W:She's like the swallow that flies so high,
W:She's like the river that never runs dry,
W:She's like the sunshine on the lee shore,
W:She loves her love but she'll love no more.
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X:179
T:Sheep Stealer, The
S:Digital Tradition, shpsteal
B:From Lloyd, Folk Song in England
Z:dt:shpsteal
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad,
W:And I am most wonderful poor.
W:Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mend
W:And to build a house down on the moor, brave boys
W:And to build a house down on the moor.
W:
W:The farmer he do keep fat oxen and sheep
W:In a neat little nag on the downs.
W:In the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright,
W:There's a number of work to be done, brave boys,
W:There's a number of work to be done.
W:
W:Then I'll roam all around in another man's ground,
W:And I'll take a fat sheep for my own.
W:Oh, I'll end his life by the aid of my knife
W:And then I will carry him home, brave boys,
W:And then I will carry him home.
W:
W:My children will pull the skin from the ewe
W:And I'll be in a place where there's none.
W:When the constable do come, I'll stand with my gun
W:And swear all I have is my own, brave boys,
W:And swear all I have is my own.
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X:180
T:Song On Courtship
S:Digital Tradition, vandy3
N:Another of the degenerate versions that has lost the point of the original.
N:Verses 2 and 3 appear in Vandy, Vandy; last verse in Barnyards of Delgaty. RG
B:From Songs the Whalemen Sang
B:Collected from the journal of the Diana, 1819
Z:dt:vandy3
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Yonder stands a handsome lady
W:Who she is I do not know
W:Shall I yon and court her for her beauty
W:What says you madam yes or no
W:
W:Madam I have gold and silver
W:Madam I have house and land
W:Madam I have a world of treasures
W:And all shall be at your command
W:
W:What care I for your gold and silver
W:What care I for your house and land
W:What care I for your world of treasures
W:All I want is a handsome man
W:
W:Madam do not count on beauty
W:Beauty is a flower that will soon decay
W:The brightest flower in the midst of summer
W:In the fall it will fade away
W:
W:The sweetest apple soon is rotten
W:The hottest love now soon is cold
W:A young man's word is soon forgotten
W:The coffin is the end of young and old
W:
W:A man may drink and not be drunken
W:A man may fight and not be slain
W:A man may court a handsome lady,
W:And be welcome there again
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X:181
T:Sons of Sorrow
S:Digital Tradition, sonsrrow
N:See also "What's the Life of a Man" for similar theme
B:From Southern Mountain Folksongs, McNeil
B:Collected from Almeda Riddle
Z:dt:sonsrrow
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow;
W:Come learn with me your certain doom;
W:Learn with me what's your fate tomorrow
W:Dead and perhaps laid in the tomb!
W:See all nature fading, dying!
W:Silent, all things seem to pine;
W:Life from vegetation flying,
W:Brings to our mind the mouldering vine.
W:
W:Lo! in yonder forest standing,
W:Those lofty cedars; see them nod!
W:Scenes of nature, how surprising!
W:But read, in nature, nature's God.
W:While the annual frosts is cropping
W:Leaves and tendrils from the trees,
W:So our friends are yearly dropping
W:We are but like to one of these.
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X:182
T:Sourkraut
S:Digital Tradition, srkraut
B:From Devil's Ditties, Thomas
Z:dt:srkraut
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:If you wat to know how to make the sourkraut
W:Just open up your ears and I'll tell you all about;
W:It isn't made of leather as many suppose,
W:It's made of the good old flower we call the cabbage rose.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Sourkraut is splendid, sourkraut is fine
W:  We thinks we ought to know him, for we eats him all the time;
W:  Sourkraut is splendid, sourkraut is fine
W:  We thinks we ought to know him, for we eats him all the time.
W:
W:When this flower grows up just as big as he can be,
W:We cuts him in small pieces, no bigg'er'n a pea,
W:We puts him in the barrel, where he begins to smell
W:S'help me goodncss gracious, don't this Dutchman love him well!
W:
W:Puts in some cayenne pepper, we don't put any snuff,
W:We puts a little salt and some other kind of stuff.
W:Puts him in a barrel and whcn he begins to smell
W:S'help me goodness gracious, don't this Dutchman love him well!
W:
W:When this kraut begins to smell till he can't get any smeller,
W:Puts him in a barrel and takes him down the cellar,
W:Puts him in a kittle and when he begins to bile
W:Bet you forty dollars you can smell him fifty mile.
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X:183
T:South Wind, The
S:Digital Tradition, southwnd
D:Recorded by Archie Fisher. He credits it to Donal O'Sullivan.
D:Redpath, who also recorded it, calls it trad. SD, BW
O:Irish
Z:dt:southwnd
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:South wind of the gentle rain, you banish winter weather
W:Bring salmon to the pool again, the bees among the heather
W:If northward now you mean to blow, as you rustle soft above me
W:God speed be with you as you go and a kiss for those that love me
W:
W:From south I come with velvet breeze, my word all nature blesses,
W:I melt the snow and strew the leaves with flowers and warm caresses;
W:I'll help you to dispel your woes, with joy I'll take your greeting
W:And bear it to your loved Mayo upon my wings so fleeting.
W:
W:Ny Connaught, famed for wine and play, so leal, so gay, so loving
W:Here's my fond kiss I send today borne on the wind in its roving.
W:Those Munster folk are good and kind, right royally they treat me
W:But this land I'd gladly leave behind, with your Connaught pipes to greet me.
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X:184
T:Star Of The County Down, The
C:Trad.
S:Digital Tradition, stardown
B:From The First Book of Irish Ballads, Daniel O'Keeffe
O:Irish
Z:dt:stardown
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
W:Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
W:One morning in July,
W:Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
W:And she smiled as she passed me by;
W:Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet
W:To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
W:Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
W:To make sure I was standing there
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
W:  And from Galway to Dublin town,
W:  No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
W:  That I met in the County Down.
W:
W:As she onward sped I shook my head
W:And I gazed with a feeling quare,
W:And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
W:"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
W:Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he,
W:"That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
W:She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
W:She's the Star of the County Down."
W:
W:I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
W:Since my roving career began;
W:But fair and square I surrendered there
W:To the charms of young Rose McCann.
W:I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
W:Did I meet with in shawl or gown,
W:But in she went and I asked no rent
W:From the Star of the County Down.
W:
W:At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
W:And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
W:And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
W:On the heart of the nut-brown Rose.
W:No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
W:Though with rust my plow turns brown,
W:Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
W:Sits the Star of the County Down.
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X:185
T:Starving to Death on my Government Claim
C:Trad: Irish Washerwoman
S:Digital Tradition, irishwsh
D:Recorded by Ives
Z:dt:irishwsh
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:My name is Frank Bolar, an old bach'lor I am
W:I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan,
W:You'll find me out west in the County of Lane
W:Starving to death on my government claim.
W:My house it is built of the national soil
W:The walls are erected according to Hoyle,
W:The roof has no pitch, but is level and plane
W:And I never get wet till it happens to rain.
W:
W:  Then hurrah for Lane County, the land of the free
W:  The home of the bedbug, mosquito and flea,
W:  I'll sing loud her praises and never complain
W:  While starving to death on my government claim.
W:
W:My clothes they are ragged, my language is rough,
W:My bread is case-hardened, both solid and tough;
W:The dough it is scattered all over the room
W:And the floor would take fright at the sight of a broom.
W:My dishes are dirty, and some in the bed
W:Are covered with sorghum and government bread;
W:But I have a good time and I live at my ease
W:On common-sop sorghum, old bacon and grease.
W:
W:  Then hurrah for Lane County, the land of the West
W:  Where the farmers and laborers are always at rest;
W:  Where you've nothing to do but sweetly remain
W:  And starve like a man on your government claim.
W:
W:How happy am I when I crawl into bed
W:And a rattlesnake rattles a tune at my head;
W:And the gay little centipede, void of all fear
W:Crawls over my pillow ind into my ear.
W:And the nice little bedbug, so cheerful and bright
W:Keeps me a-scratching full half of the night,
W:And the gay little flea with toes sharp as a tack
W:Plays "why don't you catch me?" all over my back.
W:
W:  But hurrah for Lane County, where blizzards arise
W:  Where the winds never cease and the flea never dies;
W:  Where the sun is so hot if in it you remain,
W:  'Twill burn you quite black on your government claim.
W:
W:How happy am I on my government claim,
W:Where I've nothing to lose and nothing to gain;
W:Nothing to eat and nothing to wear,
W:Nothing from nothing is honest and square.
W:But here I am stuck, and here I must stay
W:My money's all gone, and I can't get away;
W:There's nothing to make a man hard and profane
W:Like starving to death on a government claim.
W:
W:Then come to Lane County, there's room for you all
W:Where the winds never cease and the rains never fall.
W:Come join in the chorus, and boast of her fame
W:While starving to death on your government claim.
W:Now don't get discouraged, you poor hungry men,
W:We're all here as free as a pig in a pen;
W:Just stick to your homestead and battle your fleas
W:And pray to your Maker to send you a breeze.
W:
W:Now a word to claim holders who are bound for to stay
W:You may chew on your hardtack till you're toothless and gray;
W:But as for me, I'll no longer remain
W:And starve like a dog on my government claim.
W:Then farewell to Lane County, farewell to the West
W:I'll travel back East to the girl I love best;
W:I'll stop in Missouri and get me a wife
W:And live on corn dodgers the rest of my life.
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X:186
T:Stokes's Verdict
S:Digital Tradition, stovrdct
B:From Folk Songs out of Wisconsin, Peters
B:Collected George Hankins, Gordon, WI 1923
Z:dt:stovrdct
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:If you'll listen awhile I'II sing you a song
W:About this glorious land of the free,
W:And the difference I'll show twixt the rich and the poor
W:In a trial by jury, you see.
W:
W:If you've plenty ot "stamps" you can hold up your head
W:And walk out from your own prison door.
W:But they'll hang you up high if you've no friends or gold,
W:Let the "rich" go but hang up the poor.
W:
W:In the trials for murder we've had now-a-days
W:The rich ones get off swift and sure.
W:While they've thousands to pay to the jury and judge,
W:You can bet they'll go back on the poor.
W:
W:Let me speak of a man who's now dead in his grave,
W:A good man as ever was born.
W:Jim Fisk he was called and his money he gave
W:To the outcast, the poor and forlorn.
W:
W:We all know he loved both women and wine,
W:But his heart it was right, I am sure.
W:Though he lived like a "prince" in a palace so fine,
W:Yet he never went back on the poor.
W:
W:If a man was in trouble, Fisk helped him along
W:To drive the "grim wolf" from the door.
W:He strove to do right, though he may have done wrong,
W:But he never went back on the poor.
W:
W:Jim Fisk was a man who wore "his heart on his sleeve."
W:No matter what people would say,
W:And he did all his deeds, (both the good and the bad)
W:In the broad open light of the day.
W:
W:With his grand six-in-hand on the beach at Long Branch
W:He cut a "big dash," to be sure.
W:But "Chicago's great fire" showed the world that Jim Fisk
W:With his "wealth" still remembered the poor.
W:
W:When the telegram came that the homeless that night
W:Were starving to death, slow but sure,
W:His "Lightning Express" manned by noble Jim Fisk
W:Flew to feed all her hungry and poor.
W:
W:Now what do you think of this trial of Stokes,
W:Who murdered this friend of the poor?
W:When such men get free, is there anyone safe
W:If they step from outside their own door?
W:
W:Is there one law for the poor and one for the rich?
W:It seems so ---at least so I say---
W:If they hang up the poor, why ---damn it--- the rich
W:Ought to hang up the very same way.
W:
W:Don't show any favor to friend or to foe,
W:The beggar or prince at his door.
W:The big millionaire you must hang up also
W:But never go back on the poor.
W:
W:Oh! Shame on this "land of the free and the brave"
W:When such sights as this meet our eye!
W:The poor in their prisons are treated like slaves
W:While the rich in their cells they live high.
W:
W:A poor devil "crazy with drink" they will hang
W:For a murder he didn't intend,
W:But a wealthy assassin with "political friends"
W:Gets off, for he's money to spend.
W:
W:But if things go on this way we'll stand it no more.
W:The people will rise up in bands.
W:A vigilance committee we'll raise on our shores
W:And take the law in our own hands.
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X:187
T:Stormy Scenes of Winter, The
S:Digital Tradition, chilscn2
B:From Traditional Songs of Nova Scotia, Creighton and Senior
Z:dt:chilscn2
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:The stormy scenes of winter incline to frost and snow.
W:And dark shades over the centres where the stormy winds do blow
W:You are the girl I've chosen for to be my only dear;
W:Your scornful heart is frozen or else locked up, I fear.
W:
W:One night I went to see my love; she proved most scornfully,
W:I asked her for to marry, but she would not heed to me.
W:The night is almost spent, my love, it's near the break of day,
W:So now I want an answer; my dear, what do you say?
W:
W:If I must tell you plainly, I'll lead a single life;
W:I never thought it suitable for me to be your wife;
W:So take this for an answer and for yourself provide,
W:For I've another more suitable, and you I'll lay aside.
W:
W:Oh, you have stores of riches, and more you hope to gain,
W:And you have my fond wishes, but these you do disdain.
W:Your riches will not last you, they'll melt away like snow;
W:When poverty does cross you, you'll think of me, I know.
W:
W:I'll steer my course for Flanders, I'll lead a single life,
W:And with my bold commander, my gun shall be my wife.
W:And when I do get money, to a tavern I will go,
W:And drink a health to Flora, although she answered no.
W:
W:The small birds they are singing so sweetly and so fine:
W:My joys they would be springing if Flora was but mine:
W:But still this life is pleasant, and love must have its fill
W:This world is wide and handsome, if you don't, some other will.
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X:188
T:Streams of Lovely Nancy
S:Digital Tradition, lovnancy
Z:dt:lovnancy
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts
W:Where the young men and maidens they do meet their sweethearts.
W:It is drinking of good liquor caused my heart for to sing
W:And the noise in yonder village made the rocks for to ring.
W:
W:At the top of this mountain, there my love's castle stands,
W:It's all overbuilt with iv'ry on yonder black sand.
W:Fine arches, fine porches, like diamonds so bright,
W:It's a pilot for a sailor on a dark winter's night.
W:
W:On yonder high mountain where the wild fowl do fly
W:There is one amongst them that flies very high.
W:If I had her in my arms, love, near the diamond's black land
W:How soon I would secure her by the sleight of my hand.
W:
W:At the bottom of this mountain there runs a river clear.
W:A ship from the Indies did once anchor there,
W:With her red flags a-flying and the beating of her drum,
W:Sweet instruments of music and the firing of her gun.
W:
W:So come all you little streamers that walk the meadows gay.
W:I will write to my own true love wherever she may be,
W:For her rosy lips entice me, with her tongue she tells me "No,"
W:And an angel might direct us, and where shall we go?
W:
W:Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts
W:Where the young men and maidens they do meet their sweethearts.
W:It is drinking of good liquor caused my heart for to sing
W:And the noise in yonder village made the rocks for to ring.
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X:189
T:Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
S:Digital Tradition, parclrog
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:The "rogues" concerned are the members of the Scottish parliament
N:who signed the Act of Union with England in 1707. A very powerful
N:song, but hardly suitable for a national anthem in my opinion.  JY
D:Recorded by Dick Gaughan; by Steeleye Span on Parcel of Rogues;
D:also by the Corries and the Dubliners
O:Scots
Z:dt:parclrog
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame
W:Fareweel our ancient glory
W:Fareweel e'en to the Scottish name
W:So famed in martial story
W:Now Sark runs to the Solway sands
W:And Tweed runs to the ocean
W:To mark where England's province stands
W:Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
W:
W:What force or guile could not subdue
W:Through many warlike ages
W:Is wrought now by a coward few
W:For hireling traitor's wages
W:The English steel we could disdain
W:Secure in valour's station
W:But English gold has been our bane
W:Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
W:
W:O would ere I had seen the day
W:That treason thus could sell us
W:My auld grey heid had lien in clay
W:Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace
W:But pith find power till my last hour
W:I'll mak this declaration
W:We're bought and sold for English gold
W:Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
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W: in a na- tion!
X:190
T:Suffolk Miracle, The
S:Digital Tradition, suffmrc2
N:Bronson 1a
D:Recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood & Roses I
Z:dt:suffmrc2
M:3/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:It's of an old and wealthy man
W:He had a daughter and her name was Ann
W:She were handsome, fine and tall
W:She had a loving face withal
W:
W:Sing lady, lady, lady fair
W:Many a suitor had she there
W:A widow's son of low degree
W:Among them all, she fancied he
W:
W:Sing courting, courting, courting cane
W:There's many a courtship all in vain
W:For when her father came to know
W:He sent her far, oh far from home
W:
W:One night as she were lying down
W:The quiet loosening of her gown
W:She heard a low and deathly sound
W:Says, "Loose my bounds, I'm earthly bound"
W:
W:She looked out of her window clear
W:She seen her love on her father's mare
W:"Here's your mother's cloak, here's your father's roan
W:They sent me here, love, to bring you home"
W:
W:He's mounted up, she's on behind
W:And they rode on with contented mind
W:But all along, complaint he made
W:"Oh love, oh love, my head do ache"
W:
W:Her handkerchief from her neck around
W:She bound it round his head around
W:He set her down at her father's door
W:Then her true love she saw no more
W:
W:"Awake, awake, awake," said she
W:"Is no one here for to welcome me?"
W:"You're welcome home, dear child," said he
W:"But what trusty friend did come for thee?"
W:
W:"Did you not send one I do adore
W:That love so dear and must love no more?"
W:Her father frowned and shook his head
W:Says, "Your true love been one year dead"
W:
W:He's summonsed clerk and clergy, too
W:That grave was opened and him to view
W:And though he had been a twelvemonth dead
W:Her handkerchief was bound round his head
W:
W:So a warning to you old folks still
W:Don't hinder young ones from their will
W:The first they love they'll never forget
W:Though he be dead, she'll love him yet
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X:191
T:Sweet Carnloch Bay
S:Digital Tradition, carnloc2
N:When we compare this to the version in O'Lochlainn's Irish Street Ballads,
N:we can see it's a further development of the situation, and omits any mention of
N:drinking - a trait that links O'Lochlainn's version to the original "Way to Dundee" MS
B:From Paddy Graber, Vancouver, 1967; Learned in Ireland,
B:ca 1929-1930, from David Young, Omagh Co., Tyrone.
O:Irish
Z:dt:carnloc2
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:The wind was a howling high on the mountain side,
W:Dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea;
W:I spied a wee lass a coming the road to me,
W:Enquiring the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
W:
W:Her features were fair, like an angel she appeared to me
W:Little I knew who the colleen might be;
W:Said I, "My wee lass, sure I'll come along with you
W:And show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay."
W:
W:"Kind sir," says she, "I don't mean to flatter you
W:Never you think that I'm just making free;
W:But happy I'd be if you'd come along with me
W:And show me the road to sweet Carnloch Bay."
W:
W:She gave me her arm, we passed through the keening gate
W:In through the churchyard and down by the sea;
W:We listened awhile to gear the sad wheeon [1] cry
W:As we journeyed the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
W:
W:At last we did come to her destination
W:The time came for parting between her and me;
W:She lifted her lips, I kissed them right manfully
W:As we said our farewell at sweet Carnloch Bay.
W:
W:Slan lath, colleen og, I cannot forget you now,
W:Your features are etched deep in my memory.
W:My heart gives a leap when I hear the wheeon cry,
W:Going the road to Sweet Carnloch Bay.
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X:192
T:Sweet Joan
S:Digital Tradition, swtjoan
B:From The Seeds of Love, Sedley
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M:4/4
L:1/8
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W:Come listen a while and I'll sing you a song
W:Of three merry gentlemen riding along,
W:They met with Sweet Joan and to her did say
W:I'm afraid this cold morning will do you some harm.
W:
W:O no, kind sir, the maiden said
W:This cold morning will do me no harm.
W:There's one thing I crave lies betwixt your legs
W:If you give me that it will keep me warm.
W:
W:He got off his horse - she mounted it quick
W:Looking the gentleman hard in the face,
W:Says, "You knew not my meaning, you wrong understand me"
W:And away she went galloping down the green lane.
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X:193
T:There Was an Old Miller
S:Digital Tradition, millwil3
B:From Ozark Folk Songs, Randolph
B:Collected from Charles Ingenthron, MO 1940
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L:1/8
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W:There was a rich miller in London did dwell
W:Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do
W:He had three sons and he used them well
W:Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do
W:
W:The old miller took sick and was liable to die
W:He called his sons," Come hither, come hi."
W:
W:He called unto his oldest son
W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done."
W:
W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave
W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have."
W:
W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Heck
W:And out of each bushel I'll take the peck."
W:
W:"Out of every bushel that I do grind
W:It will make me as good a living as I can find."
W:
W:"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill
W:For out of such toll you cannot live."
W:
W:...
W:"And you won't do as your father has done."
W:
W:He called unto his second son
W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done."
W:
W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave
W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have."
W:
W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Ralph
W:And out of each bushel I'll take the half."
W:
W:"Out of every bushel that I do grind
W:It will make me as good a living as I can find."
W:
W:"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill
W:For out of such toll you cannot live."
W:
W:...
W:"And you won't do as your father has done."
W:
W:He called unto his youngest son
W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done."
W:
W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave
W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have."
W:
W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Roy
W:And stealing corn I do enjoy."
W:
W:"I'll steal the corn and swear to the sack
W:And whip the boys when they come back"
W:
W:Oh son, with you I will leave the mill
W:For out of such toll I know you can live."
W:
W:"And you will do as your father has done.
W:And he willed the mill to his youngest son."
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X:194
T:There was twa Wives
S:Digital Tradition, twawives
N:Tune: Tak Your Auld Cloak About You
O:Scots
Z:dt:twawives
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:There was twa wives, and twa witty wives,
W:As e'er play'd houghmagandie,
W:And they coost oot, upon a time,
W:Out o'er a drink o brandy;
W:Up Maggie rose, and forth she goes,
W:An she leaves auld Mary flytin,
W:And she farted by the byre-en'
W:For she was gaun a shiten.
W:
W:She farted by the byre-en',
W:She farted by the stable;
W:And thick and nimble were her steps
W:As fast as she was able:
W:Till at yon dyke-back the hurly brak,
W:But raxin for some dockins,
W:The beans and pease cam down her thighs,
W:And she cackit a' her stockins.
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X:195
T:Thomas the Rhymer
S:Digital Tradition, tomrhym
B:Collected by Child and Scott
D:A shorter version recorded by Steeleye Span on Now We Are Six
Z:dt:tomrhym
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank
W:A fairy he spied with his e'e
W:And there he saw a lady bright
W:Come riding down by the Eildon Tree
W:
W:Her skirt was of the grass green silk
W:Her mantle of the velvet fine
W:At each tett of her horse's mane
W:Hung fifty silver bells and nine
W:
W:True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
W:And bowed low down to his knee
W:All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
W:For thy peer on earth I never did see
W:
W:Oh no, oh no, Thomas, she said
W:That name does not belong to me
W:I am but the Queen of fair Elfland
W:That am hither come to visit thee
W:
W:Harp and carp, Thomas, she said
W:Harp and carp along with me
W:And if you dare to kiss my lips
W:Sure of your body I will be
W:
W:Betide me well, betide me woe
W:That weird shall never daunton me
W:Syne he has kissed her rosy lips
W:All underneath the Eildon Tree
W:
W:Now, ye maun go with me, she said
W:True Thomas, ye maun go with me
W:And ye maun serve me seven years
W:Though weal and woe, as may chance to be
W:
W:She mounted on her milk white steed
W:She's taken True Thomas up behind
W:And aye whenever her bridle rang
W:The steed flew swifter than the wind
W:
W:Oh they rode on, and further on
W:The steed gaed swifter than the wind
W:Until they reached a desert wide
W:And living land was left behind
W:
W:Light down, light down now, true Thomas
W:And lean you head upon my knee
W:Abide and rest a little space
W:And I will show you ferlies three
W:
W:Oh, see you not yon narrow road
W:So thick beset with thorn and briars
W:That is the path of righteousness
W:Though after it but few enquire
W:
W:And see you not that broad, broad road
W:That lies across that lily leven
W:That is the path of wickedness
W:Though some call it the road to Heaven
W:
W:And see you not that bonnie road
W:That winds about the fernie brae
W:That is the road to fair Elfland
W:Where thou and I this night maun gae
W:
W:But Thomas, you must hold your tongue
W:Whatever you may hear or see
W:For if you speak word in Elfin land
W:You'll ne'er get back to you ain country
W:
W:Then they came on to a garden green
W:And she pulled an apple frae a tree
W:Take this for thy wages, True Thomas
W:It will give the tongue that can never lie
W:
W:My tongue is my own, True Thomas said
W:A goodly gift you would give to me
W:I neither dought to buy or sell
W:At fair or tryst where I may be
W:
W:I dought neither speak to prince nor peer
W:Nor ask of grace from fair lady
W:Now hold thy peace, the lady said
W:For as I say, so it must be
W:
W:He has gotten a coat of the even cloth
W:And a pair of shoes of velvet green
W:And till seven years were gone and past
W:True Thomas on earth was never seen
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X:196
T:Three Birds
S:Digital Tradition, threbird
D:Recorded by Ed McCurdy on When Dalliance was in Flower etc.
Z:dt:threbird
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:There were three birds that built very low
W:Said the first to the second, let't have at her toe
W:The third he went merrily, merrily in
W:The third he went merrily in.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Oh never went wimble or timber so nimble
W:  With so little scvrewing or knocking in
W:  With so little knocking in.
W:
W:There were three birds that built very free
W:Said the first to the second, let't have at her knee
W:The third he went merrily, merrily in
W:The third he went merrily in.
W:
W:etc. high, thigh
W:     on a stump, rump
W:     limb, quim
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X:197
T:Three Hunters, The
S:Digital Tradition, threhunt
B:From The New Green Mountain Songster, Flanders et al
B:Collected from Paul Lorette, VT
Z:dt:threhunt
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=124
W:Three men they went a hunting, a hunting went one day,
W:Till they came to a monkey, as they were on their way.
W:Says the Englishman "A monkey!"
W:"Oh no," says Scot, "Oh nay!"
W:Says Paddy, "That's your grandfather
W:And his hair is turning gray"
W:Look a there, O there! Whack fol the dee,
W:Look a there. O there! Whack fol dee diddle O day.
W:
W:Three men they went a hunting, a hunting went one day,
W:Till they came to a haystack, as they were on their way.
W:Says the Englishman "A haystack!"
W:"Oh no," says Scot, "Oh nay!"
W:Says Paddy, "That's a Protestant church
W:And the steeple is blowed away,
W:Look a there, O there! Whack fol the dee,
W:Look a there. O there! Whack fol dee diddle O day.
W:
W:Three men they went a hunting, a hunting went one day,
W:Till they came to a hedgehog, as they were on their way.
W:Says the Englishman "A hedgehog!"
W:"Oh no," says Scot, "Oh nay!"
W:Says Paddy, "That's a pincushion
W:With the pins stuck in the wrong way
W:Look a there, O there! Whack fol the dee,
W:Look a there. O there! Whack fol dee diddle O day.
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X:198
T:Three Ravens, The
S:Digital Tradition, threravn
B:From Ravenscroft's 1616 "Melismate"
D:Recorded on Richard Dyer-Bennet 4 and Nye's Early English Ballads
Z:dt:threravn
M:2/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:There were three ravens sat on a tree,
W:Down a down, hey down, hey down
W:They were a black as black might be,
W:With a down.
W:The one of them said to his mate.
W:"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
W:With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
W:
W:Down in yonder green field,
W:Down a down, hey down, hey down
W:Their lies a knight slain under his shield,
W:With a down.
W:His hounds they lie down at his feet
W:So well they do their master keep.
W:With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
W:
W:His hawks they fly so eagerly
W:Down a down, hey down, hey down
W:No other fowl dare him come nigh,
W:With a down.
W:Down there comes a fallow doe
W:As heavy with young as she might go.
W:With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
W:
W:She lifted up his bloody head,
W:Down a down, hey down, hey down
W:And kissed his wounds that were so red,
W:With a down.
W:She got him up upon her back
W:And carried him to earthen lake.
W:With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
W:
W:She buried him before the prime,
W:Down a down, hey down, hey down
W:She was dead herself ere even-song time,
W:With a down.
W:God send every gentleman
W:Such hawks, such hounds, and such leman,
W:With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
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X:199
T:Thyme, It is a Precious Thing
S:Digital Tradition, thymepre
D:Sung by John and Tony on Spencer the Rover
Z:dt:thymepre
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:  Chorus:
W:  Thyme it is a precious thing
W:  Thyme brings all things to your mind
W:  Thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
W:  And its thyme brings all things to an end
W:
W:Once I had a sprig of thyme
W:I thought it never would decay
W:Until a saucy sailor chanced upon my way
W:He stole away my bonny bunch of thyme
W:
W:This sailor, he gave to me a rose
W:I thought it never would decay
W:He gave it to me to keep me well-minded
W:Of the night he stole my bonny bunch of thyme
W:
W:So come all you maidens brisk and gay
W:All you that flourish in your prime
W:Beware and take care and keep your garden fair
W:And let no man steal your bonny bunch of thyme
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X:200
T:Time to Be Made a Wife
S:Digital Tradition, oldmaid5
B:From The Constant Lovers, Purslow
Z:dt:oldmaid5
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:One day as I was walking, I saw a lovely maid
W:Was with her father talking, and this to him she said:
W:"I'm sixteen years of age, you know, I'm tired of my life.
W:Father, I think it is high time that I was made a wife."
W:
W:"Oh! daughter, daughter, don't say so, I think you are too young."
W:Young men they will talk falsehood, they have such flattering tongues."
W:"I cares not for their flattering tongues, but married I will be,
W:When my mother she was married she was not as old as me."
W:
W:Besides, my sister Mary, you very well do know,
W:She had not long been married not many months ago,
W:And now a baby she has got to dance all on her knee,
W:I think it's time that I had one, I'm near as old as she.
W:
W:My mother says I am too young, and that is to my sorrow
W:But, if a husband I could get, I would not wait tomorrow.
W:Be he a tinker or a tailor, it's all as one to me,
W:I'll work and keep him in the house, and use him tenderly.
W:
W:Besides, a good wife I will be and never on him frown,
W:I'll give him money for to spend in any house in town.
W:I'll give him money for to spend, you need not be afraid,
W:So come, young men, come marry me; don't let me die a maid.
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W:
X:201
T:Tom Bolynn
S:Digital Tradition, tomboly2
B:From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Sharp
B:Collected from Mrs. Eliza Pace, KY 1917
Z:dt:tomboly2
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Tom Bolynn was a Scotchman born,
W:His shoes worn out and his stockings torn;
W:The calf of his leg hung down to his shin
W:"I'm bulldog and spanter," says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Tom Bolynn had no boots to wear;
W:He got him a goat's skin to make him a pair
W:The woolly side out, the fleecy side in,
W:Cool in the summer, says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Tom Bolynn bought him an old grey mare
W:Her sides was worn, her feet was bare
W:Away he went through thick and thin
W:I'm going a-courting, says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:He rode over to the Dutchman's hall;
W:There he got down amongst them all.
W:"Come in, come in, I bid you come in."
W:I've come here courting, says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Come in, come in, my welcome guest.
W:Take which of my daughters you love best;
W:I'll take one for love, the other for kin.
W:I'll marry them both, says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:And after the wedding they must have a dinner
W:Have nothing to eat that was fit for a sinner
W:Neither flesh, fish, food, nor no such thing
W:It's a hell of a dinner, says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:And after the dinner they must have a dance,
W:There's none of us know how to lead out a prance;
W:There's none of us knows how to begin
W:"Let's aim at a jig," says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:And after the dinner they must have a bed
W:The floor it was swept and the straw it was spread,
W:The sheets were short, the sides were thin
W:"Stick close to my back," says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Tom Bolynn's wife, and his wife's mother
W:All went over the bridge together
W:The bridge broke down, they all fell in
W:"Get out if you can," says Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Tom Bolynn's wife being of a low squat
W:And out of the water she quickly got
W:And away she went through thick and thin
W:Enquiring for delicate Tom Bolynn.
W:
W:Tom Bolynn crawled in an old hollow tree
W:Very well content he seemed to be
W:The wind it blew hard and the rain beat in,
W:"It's a hell of a lodging," says Tom Bolynn.
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X:202
T:Turn Ye to Me
S:Digital Tradition, turnyeme
N:Words by Christopher North in 1816. tune ancient
D:Sung by Gordon Bok on Seal Djiril
Z:dt:turnyeme
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=92
W:The stars are burning cheerily, cheerily
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
W:The seamew is moaning drearily, drearily
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
W:Cold is the stormwind that ruffles his breast
W:But warm are the downy plumes lining his nest
W:Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
W:
W:The waves are dancing merrily, merrily
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
W:The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
W:Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
W:Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee
W:Thy house the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
W:Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
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X:203
T:Twa Corbies
S:Digital Tradition, threrav3
B:From Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads, Bronson
B:Collected from Thomas Shortreed, Jedburgh
Z:dt:threrav3
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:As I cam' by yon auld house end
W:I saw twa corbies sittin thereon,
W:The tane unto the t'other did say,
W:"O whare sall we gae dine the day?" (repeat last line)
W:
W:"Whare but by yon new fa'en birk,
W:There, there lies a new slain knight;
W:Nae mortal kens that he lies there
W:But his hawks and hounds, and his ladye fair.
W:
W:"We'll sit upon his bonny breast bane,
W:And we'll pick out his bonny gray een;
W:We'll set our claws intil' his yallow hair
W:And big our bow'r, it's a' blawn bare.
W:
W:My mother clekit me o' an egg,
W:And brought me up i' the feathers gray,
W:And bade me flee where'er I wad,
W:For winter wad be my dying day.
W:
W:Now winter it is come and past,
W:And a' the birds are biggin' their nests,
W:But I'll flee high aboon them a'
W:And sing a sang for summer's sake.
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X:204
T:Two Magicians, The
C:A.L. Lloyd
S:Digital Tradition, magicn2
H:This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
H:A. L. Lloyd.
N:Author: Trad. (Child #44)
D:It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on Dark Ships in the Forest,
D:Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. Also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy
Z:dt:magicn2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:The lady sits at her own front door
W:As straight as a willow wand
W:And by there come a lusty smith
W:With his hammer in his hand
W:
W:  Crying bide lady bide
W:  For there's a nowhere you can hide
W:  For the lusty smith will be your love
W:  And he will lay your pride.
W:
W:Why do you sit there lady fair
W:All in your robes of red
W:I'll come tomorrow at this same time
W:And have you in me bed
W:
W:  Crying . . .
W:
W:Away away you coal black smith
W:Would you do me this wrong
W:For to think to have me maiden head
W:That I have kept so long
W:
W:I'd rather I was dead and cold
W:And me body laid in the grave
W:Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
W:Me maiden head should have
W:
W:  Crying . . .
W:
W:So the lady, she curled up her hand
W:And swore upon the mold
W:That he'd not have her maiden head
W:For all of a pot of gold.
W:
W:But the blacksmith he curled up his hand
W:And he swore upon the mast
W:That he would have her maiden head
W:For the half of that or less
W:
W:  Crying . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a dove
W:And flew up into the air
W:Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon
W:And they flew pair and pair
W:
W:  Cooing . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a mare
W:As dark as the night was black
W:Ah, but he became a golden saddle
W:And he clumb upon to her back
W:
W:  Itching . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a hare
W:And ran all over the plane
W:Ah, but he became a greyhound dog
W:And ran her down again
W:
W:  Barking . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a fly
W:And fluttered up into the air
W:Ah, but he became a big, hairy spider
W:And dragged her into his lair
W:
W:  Spinning . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a sheep
W:Grazing on yon common
W:Ah, but he became a big horny ram
W:And soon he was upon her.
W:
W:  Bleating . . .
W:
W:So she turned into a full dress ship
W:And she sailed all over the sea
W:Ah, but he became a bold captain
W:And aboard of her went he
W:
W:  Ordering . . .
W:
W:So the lady she turned into a cloud
W:Floating away in the air
W:Ah, but he became a lightning flash
W:And zipped right into her
W:
W:  Shocking . . .
W:
W:So she turned into a mulberry tree
W:A mulberry tree in the wood
W:Ah, but he came forth as the morning dew
W:And sprinkled her where she stood.
W:
W:  Dripping . . .
W:
W:So the lady she ran into the bedroom
W:And she changed into a bed
W:Ah, but he became a green coverlet
W:And he gained her maidenhead
W:
W:And once she woke he took her so
W:And still he bad her bide
W:And the lusty smith became her love
W:For all of her mighty pride.
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X:205
T:Two Puritains, The
S:Digital Tradition, twopurit
N:Tune: Stingo, or Oil of Barley or Cold and Raw
N:No melody, but it scans well to "Stingo" a 17th century English dance tune.  WBO
B:Lyrics obtained from "An Uninhibited Treasury of Erotic Poetry".
O:English
Z:dt:twopurit
M:6/4
L:1/8
Q:3/4=154
W:It was a puritanical lad
W:His name it was Matthias
W:And he would go to Amsterdam
W:To speak with Ananias.
W:He had not gone but half a mile
W:When he met with a holy sister;
W:He laid his Bible under her breech,
W:And merrily he kissed her.
W:
W:"Alas! what would the wicked say,"
W: Quoth she, "If they had seen it!"
W:"My buttocks lie too low;
W:I wish Apocrypha were in it!"
W:"Peace, sweetheart, for ere we part-
W:I speak in pure devotion -
W:By yea and nay I'll not away
W:Till thou feel my spirit's motion.
W:
W:They huffed and puffed with many heaves
W: 'Til that they both were tired.
W:"Alas, " quoth she, "You'll spoil the leaves,
W:My petticoat's all mired!
W:If we professors should be know
W:To all the congregation,
W:Either at Leyden or Amsterdam
W:It would disgrace our nation."
W:
W:"But since it is that part we must,
W:Though I am much unwilling,
W:Brother, let's have another thrust
W:And take thee this fine shilling
W:To bear thy charges when thou go'est
W:As passage o'er the ocean."
W:Then down she laid and, so tis said,
W:She quenched his spirit's motion.
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X:206
T:Tyre Fitter, The
C:trad. (Patsy Fagan)
S:Digital Tradition, tyrefit
N:Author: Alasdair Clayre
N:Tiny Newman lived and worked in the 1930's, achieving a legendary status. RG
B:From Room for Company, Palmer
Z:dt:tyrefit
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=100
W:They called him Tiny Newman be cause he was so small,
W:No higher than a lamppost not so broad as he was tall.
W:His job was fitting motor tyres he did it with his hands,
W:And he took some home when his mother made jam to use for elastic bands.
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  Where's Tiny Newman, come sun or rain or snow?
W:  Where's Tiny Newman when the morning hooters blow?
W:  Turn left at number fifteen gate and that's where Tiny stands,
W:  With the motor tyres all round him and he's fitting them with his hands.
W:
W:One day there was a powewr cut, the coal supply was low;
W:The presses all dropped idle and the line went creeping slow.
W:So Tiny turned it with his hands and he sent it whirling fast
W:Till a copper ran him in for driving two hundred cars too fast.
W:
W:Tiny was a peaceful man, his fights were short and few
W:But a mate of his in an argument once stood on a different view.
W:He held him out of the top of a 'bus between the road and sky
W:When he dragged him in that mate and him saw exactly eye to eye.
W:
W:Now astronomers from all the world are gathering in their crowds
W:To see why flying saucers now come whistling through the clouds.
W:They'll tell you thry're phenomena only science understands
W:But they're Tiny Newman's rejects going hurtling from his hands.
W:
W:And if your little daughter points a finger at the sky
W:And asks why there are stars up there, so sparkling and so high
W:You can tell her Tiny Newman is the one who is to blame
W:Since the night he took up welding, things have necer been the same.
W:
W:Well, no one knew what he should do, the day that Patsy died
W:The tyres of the hearse they sagged and burst with the weight that lay inside;
W:Then an off back dor swung open and a voice behind a hand
W:Says," I'll fit them fur and then no more till I check on at the Promised Land.
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X:207
T:Unfortunate Lass, The
S:Digital Tradition, unfortls
B:From My Song is My Own, Henderson
Z:dt:unfortls
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning,
W:One fine summer's morning all early in May,
W:Who should I spy but my own daughter Mary,
W:All wrapped up in flannel some hot summer's day.
W:
W:"O mother, O mother, come sit you down by me,
W:Come sit you down by me and pity my case:
W:It's of a young officer lately deserted,
W:See how he has brought me to shame and disgrace."
W:
W:"O daughter, O daughter, why hadn't you told me?
W:Why hadn't you told me, we'd took it in time,"
W:"I might have got salts and pills of white mercury,
W:But now I' m a young girl cut down in my prime. "
W:
W:"O doctor, O doctor, come wash up your bottles,
W:Come wash up your bottles and wipe them quite dry,
W:My bones they are aching, my poor heart's a-breaking,
W:And I in a deep solemn fashion must die.
W:
W:Have six jolly fellows to carry my coffin,
W:Have six pretty maidens to bear up my pall,
W:Give to each pretty fair maid a glass of brown ale
W:Saying, "Here lies the bones of a true-hearted girl".
W:
W:Come rattle your drums and play your fifes merrily,
W:Merrily play the dead marches along,
W:And over my coffin tl@ow handfuls of laurel
W:Saying, "There goes a true-hearted girl to her home".'
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X:208
T:Unquiet Grave, The
S:Digital Tradition, unquigrv
N:Aside from its exquisite poetry and music, this ballad is notable for its exhibition
N:of the universal popular belief that excessive grief on the part of mourners
N:disturbs the peace of the dead.  Most of the verses of "The Unquiet Grave"
N:can be found in other ballads and folk lyrics, suggesting the possibility that
N:what we have here is only a fragment of a longer ballad still undiscovered.
N:But in its few short verses, it presents a compelling and highly dramatic vignette
N:of love, death, and grief.
B:From "British Ballads and Folk Songs from the Joan Baez Songbook"
D:sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong (Lovely on Water) Ian Campbell, and Patons
Z:dt:unquigrv
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:Cold blows the wind to my true love,
W:And gently drops the rain.
W:I've never had but one true love,
W:And in green-wood he lies slain.
W:
W:I'll do as much for my true love,
W:As any young girl may,
W:I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
W:For twelve months and a day.
W:
W:And when twelve months and a day was passed,
W:The ghost did rise and speak,
W:"Why sittest thou all on my grave
W:And will no let me sleep?"
W:
W:"Go fetch me water from the desert,
W:And blood from out the stone,
W:Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
W:That young man never has known."
W:
W:"My breast is cold as clay,
W:My breath is earthly strong,
W:And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
W:You days they won't be long."
W:
W:"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
W:Where we were want to walk,
W:The fairest flower that e'er I saw
W:Has withered to a stalk."
W:
W:"When will we meet again, sweetheart,
W:When will we meet again?"
W:"When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
W:Are green and spring up again."
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X:209
T:Valley of Knockanure, The
S:Digital Tradition, knocknur
N:Refers to the "Black and Tan War" of 1921
O:Irish
Z:dt:knocknur
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:You may sing or speak about Easter week or the heroes of Ninety-eight
W:Those Fenian men who roamed the glen for vict'ry or defeat
W:Their names on history's page are told, their memories will endure
W:Not  a song was sung about three young men in the Valley of Knockanure.
W:
W:There was Lyons and Walsh and the Dalton boy, they were young and in their prime
W:They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide
W:The Republic bold they did uphold, tho' outlawed on the moor
W:And side by side they fought and died in the Valley of Knockanure.
W:
W:It was on a neighbouring hillside we listened in hushed dismay
W:In every house, in every town a young girl knelt to pray
W:They're closing in around them now with rifle fire so sure
W:And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the Valley of Knockanure.
W:
W:But e'er the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had broken thro'
W:With a prayer to God he spurned the sod as against the hill he
W:The bullets tore his flesh in two yet he cried with voice so sure,
W:"Revenge I'I1 get for my comrade's death in the Valley of Knockanure."
W:
W:The summer sun is sinking low behind the field and lea
W:The pale moon light is shining bright far off beyond Tralee
W:The dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o'er the moor
W:And the Banshee cried when young Dalton died in the Valley of Knockanure
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X:210
T:Venezuela
S:Digital Tradition, venzuela
Z:dt:venzuela
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:I met her in Venezuela
W:With a basket on her head.
W:If she loved others she did not say
W:But I knew she'd do tp pass away
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela.
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela.
W:
W:I bought her a beautiful sash, a sash of blue
W:A beautiful sash of blue.
W:Because I knew that she would do
W:With all the tricks I knew she new
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela.
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela.
W:
W:An when the ship, the ship put out to sea
W:The ship put out to see.
W:And she was taking leave of me
W:I said, "Cheer up. There'll always be
W:Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela.
W:Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela."
W:
W:Her lingo was strange, but the thought of her beautiful smile,
W:The thought of her beautiful smile.
W:Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
W:For she was my girl and she did for a while
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela,
W:To pass away the time in Venezuela.
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X:211
T:Violate Me, In the Violet Time
S:Digital Tradition, vilettm
Z:dt:vilettm
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=110
W:Violate me, in the violet time,
W:In the vilest way that you know!
W:Desecrate, savage me
W:Utterly ravage me
W:On me no mercy bestow.
W:To the best things in life I am cold and oblivious
W:Give me a man who is lewd and lascivious, to
W:Violate me, in the violet time,
W:In the vilest way that you know!
W:
W:I'd never go with a man for his money,
W:Just find me one who will *** like a bunny, to etc.
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X:212
T:Waly, Waly
S:Digital Tradition, walywal2
N:Child listed this as a Jamie Douglas variant (Child 204). It's most ] likely its own
N:song, thogh it shares verses with Jamie Douglas, Water is Wide and Must I Go Bound,
N:among others. RG, DAD
B:From Songs and Dances of Scotland, Thomson
O:Scots
Z:dt:walywal2
M:3/2
L:1/8
Q:1/2=100
W:O, waly waly up the bank
W:And waly, waly down the brae,
W:And waly waly yon burnside
W:Where I and my love wont to gae!
W:I leaned my back unto an aik
W:And thocht it was a trusty tree
W:But first it bow'd and then it brak
W:Sae my true love did lichtlie me.
W:
W:O waly, waly but love be bonnie
W:A little time while it is new,
W:But when it's auld it waxes cauld
W:And fades away like morning dew.
W:O, wherefore should I busk my heid,
W:Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
W:For my true-love has me forsook,
W:And says he'll never love me mair.
W:
W:Now Arthur's seat shall be my bed,
W:The sheets shall ne'er be pressed by me,
W:St. Anton's Well shall be my drink,
W:Since my true-love has forsaken me.
W:Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,
W:And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
W:O gentle death when wilt thou come?
W:For of my life I am wearie.
W:
W:'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,
W:Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie;
W:'Tis not sic cauld that mak's me cry,
W:But my love's heart's grown cauld to me.
W:Whm we came in by Glasgow toun,
W:We were a comely sicht to see;
W:My love was clad in the black velvet,
W:And I mysel' in cramasie.
W:
W:But had I wist before I kiss't
W:That love had been sae ill to win,
W:I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
W:And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.
W:Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,
W:And set upon the nurse's knee,
W:And I mysel' were dead and gone,
W:And the green grass growin' ower me!
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X:213
T:What's the Life of a Man
S:Digital Tradition, lifeman
D:Sung for Bob Beers at Fox Hollow
Z:dt:lifeman
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
W:As I was a walking one morning at ease
W:A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
W:All in slow motion appearing to be
W:And those that had withered, they fell from the trees
W:
W:  What's the life of a man anymore than the leaves
W:  A man has his season, so why should we grieve
W:  Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay
W:  Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away
W:
W:If you'd seen the leaves just a few days ago
W:So beautiful and bright they all seemed to grow
W:A frost came upon them and withered them all
W:A storm came upon them and down they did fall
W:
W:If you look in the churchyard, there you will see
W:Those that have passed like the leaves from the trees
W:When age and affliction upon us do fall
W:Like the leaves we must wither and down we must fall
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X:214
T:When First Into This Country
S:Digital Tradition, whnfrst2
B:From Songs the Whalemen Sang, Huntington
B:Collected from the journal of the Cortes, 1847
Z:dt:whnfrst2
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:When first into this country a stranger I came
W:There was no one that knew me or asked me my name
W:I came into this country to tarry for a while
W:And to leave my dear jewels alone on that isle
W:
W:A story has been reported as you may have been told
W:Of three pretty maids from my country I stole
W:But thievery and robbery oh that I do defy
W:But these three pretty fair maids I never will deny
W:
W:The first was pretty Betsy although she was poor
W:The next was lovely Nancy'the maid I adore
W:The other was black-eyed Susan the girl of my delight
W:And I'll roll her in my arms on a cold winter night
W:
W:Her eyes were like two diamonds so bright and so clear
W:Her cheeks were like the roses the first of the year
W:Though her cheeks they have been faded this past summer
W:And I fear she's in love with some other young man
W:
W:I never never knew what it was to be a slave
W:Till both my parents were dead and laid in their graves
W:When I was bound apprentice for more than seven long years
W:My master and my mistress were cruel and severe
W:
W:My mistress scarce ever spoke a kind word to me
W:Which caused my mind to wander like waves on the sea
W:But now I've regained my liberty I'll return to the girl I like
W:And I'll roll her in my arms on the cold winter nights
W:
W:Now I am married I live at my ease
W:I go when I like and I come when I please
W:I married pretty Susan for she is the girl that I like
W:And I fold her in my arms on a cold winter night
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X:215
T:Whistle, The
S:Digital Tradition, sngwhstl
N:Author: Robert Burns
N:Tune: The Whistle
Z:dt:sngwhstl
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=72
W:I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,
W:I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North,
W:Was brought to the court of our good Scottish king,
W:And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring.
W:
W:Old Loda*, still rueing the arm of Fingal,
W:The god of the bottle sends down from his hall-
W:'This Whistle's your challenge, to Scotland get o'er,
W:'And drink them to hell, Sir! or ne'er see me more!'
W:
W:Old poets have sung, and old chronicles tell,
W:What champions ventured, what champions fell;
W:The son of great Loda was conqueror still,
W:And blew on the Whistle their requiem shrill.
W:
W:Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur,
W:Unmatched at the bottle, unconquered in war,
W:He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea,
W:No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.
W:
W:Thus Robert, victorious, the trophy has gained,
W:Which now in his house has for ages remained;
W:Till three noble chieftains, and all of his blood,
W:The jovial contest again have renewed.
W:
W:Three joyous good fellows with hearts clear of flaw;
W:Craigdarroch so famous for wit, worth, and law;
W:And trusty Glenriddel, so skilled in old coins;
W:And gallant Sir Robert, deep-read in old wines.
W:
W:Craigdarroch began with a tongue smooth as oil,
W:Desiring Glenriddel to yield up the spoil;
W:Or else he would muster the heads of the clan,
W:And once more, in claret, try which was the man.
W:
W:'By the gods of the ancients!'Glenriddel replies,
W:'Before I surrender so glorious a prize,
W:'I,ll conjure the ghost of the great Rorie More*,
W:'And bumoer his horn with him twenty times o'er.'
W:
W:A bard was selected to witness the fray,
W:And tell future ages the feats of the day;
W:A bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
W:And wished that Pamassus a vineyard had been.
W:
W:The dinner being over, the claret they ply,
W:And every new cork is a new spring of joy;
W:In the bands of old friends    and kindred so set,
W:And the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet.
W:
W:Gay Pleasure ran riot as bumpers ran o'er;
W:Bright Phoebus ne'er witnessed so joyous a corps,
W:And vowed that to leave them he was quite forlorn,
W:Till Cynthia hinted he'd see them next morn.
W:
W:Six bottles a-piece had well wore out the night,
W:When gallant Sir Robert, to finish the fight,
W:Turned o'er in one bumper a bottle of red,
W:And swore 'twas the way that their ancestor did.
W:
W:Then worthy Glernriddel, so cautious and sage,
W:No longer the warfare, ungodly, would wage;
W:A high ruling elder to wallow in wine!
W:He left the foul business to folks less divine.
W:
W:The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
W:But who can with Fate and Quart Bumpers contend?
W:Though Fate said, a hero should perish in light;
W:So uprose bright Phoebus - and down fell the kinght.
W:
W:Next uprose our Bard, like a prophet in drink:-
W:'Craigdarroch, thou'lt soar when creation shall sink!
W:'But if thou would flourish immortal in rhyme,
W:'Come -one bottle more- and have at the sublime !
W:
W:'Thy line, that have struggled for freedom with Bruce
W:'Shall heroes and patriots ever produce:
W:'So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay
W:'The field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!'
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X:216
T:Wife of Usher's Well, The
S:Digital Tradition, ushrwel2
B:From Ballads Migrant in New England, Flanders
B:Collected from Phyllis Burditt, Springfield VT 1951
Z:dt:ushrwel2
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:There lived a wife at Usher's Well
W:And a wealthy wife was she;
W:She had three stout and stalwart sons
W:And sent them o'er the sea.
W:They had not been a week from her,
W:A week but barely one,
W:When word came to the carline wife
W:That her three sons were gone.
W:
W:They had not been a week from her
W:A week but barely three,
W:When word came to the carline wife
W:That her sons she'd never see.
W:"I wish the wind may never cease
W:Nor fishes in the flood,
W:Till my three sons come home to me
W:In earthly flesh and blood !"
W:
W:It fell about the Martinmas,
W:When nights are long and mirk,
W:The carline wife's three sons came home
W:And their hats were on the birk.
W:It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
W:Nor yet in any sheugh,
W:But at the gates of Paradise
W:That birk grew fair enough.
W:
W:"Blow up the fires, my maidens fair!
W:Bring water from the well!
W:For all my house shall feast this night
W:Since my three sons are well!"
W:And she has made for them a bed
W:She's made it long and wide;
W:And she's taken her mantle round about,
W:Sat down at their bedside.
W:
W:Up then did crow the red, red cock
W:And up and crew the gray;
W:The eldest to the youngest said,
W:"'Tis time we were away"
W:The cock he hadn't crowed but once
W:And clapped his wings away
W:When the youngest to the eldest said,
W:"O, Brother, we must away!"
W:
W:The cock doth crow, the day doth dawn,
W:The channerin worm doth chide;
W:"Gin we be miss out of our place,
W:A sair pain we maun bide.
W:Fare you well, my mother dear!
W:Farewell to barn and byre!
W:And fare you well, the bonny lass
W:That kindles my mother's fire!"
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X:217
T:Will Ye Go To Flanders?
S:Digital Tradition,
N:First and final verses from Folksongs and Ballads of Scotland, MacColl.
N:Additional verse from recording by Ossian.
D:John Faulkner, The 5th Irish Folk Festival
O:Scottish, early 19th century
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:2/4=60
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O?
W:You'll see the plaidies fall and
W:you'll hear the pipies calling
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O?
W:
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
W:Align we all the highlanders, my bonny Mally, O?
W:You'll hear the captain call and
W:you'll see the sergeant crawling
W:And the soldiers how they fall, O my Mally, O
W:
W:instr. intro
W:
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O?
W:There ye'll get wine and brandy,
W:And sack and sugar-candy
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
W:
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
W:And see the chief commanders, my bonny Mally, O
W:You'll see the bullets fly
W:And the ladies loudly cry
W:And the soldiers how they die, my Mally, O?
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%W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O?
%W:And see the bonny soldiers there, my bonny Mally, O
%W:They'll give the pipes a blow
%W:With their plaits and kilts they braw,
%W:The fairest of them , my Mally, O
%W:

X:218
T:Windy Old Weather
S:Digital Tradition, windywea
D:Recorded by Dildine Family, MacColl
Z:dt:windywea
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Come all you fishermen, listen to me
W:I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  In this windy old weather
W:  Stormy old weather
W:  When the wind blows
W:  We'll all pull together
W:
W:Up jumped the herring, the king of the sea
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, you cannot catch me"
W:
W:Up jumped the mackerel with spots on his back
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, Come square your maintack"
W:
W:Up jumped the cod with his great bulging eye
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, your rig is too high"
W:
W:Up jumped the sunfish, the smallest of all
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, come haul your trawl, haul"
W:
W:Up jumped the crab with his great long claw
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, you'll run her ashore"
W:
W:Up jumped the flounder, lies flat on the deck
W:He sang out, "Oh skipper, don't step on my neck"
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X:219
T:Wives Excuse
S:Digital Tradition, wivexcus
N:Also called Cuckolds Make Themselves
B:From Pills To Purge Melancholy Vol VI, D'Urfey
Z:dt:wivexcus
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Hang this whining way of wooing,
W:Love was design'd a sport
W:Sighing talking without doing
W:Makes a silly idol court;
W:Don't believe that words can move her,
W:If she be not well inclined,
W:She, herself must be the lover
W:To perswade her to be kind.
W:If at last she grants the favour,
W:And consents to be undone,
W:Never think your passion gave her
W:To your wishes but her own.
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X:220
T:Wreck of the C.P. Yorke, The
C:Stanley G. Triggs
S:Digital Tradition, cpyorke
D:Recorded by Stanley G. Triggs and on his record,
D:"Bunkhouse & Forecastle Songs of the Northwest", Folkways FG 3569. JB
Z:dt:cpyorke
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
W:Oh, come all ye shipmates and listen to me
W:To a story that will make you grieve
W:Of a tug that went down off Tattenham Ledge
W:'Twas on a Christmas Eve.
W:
W:The C.P. Yorke she was headin' north
W:She was headin' north for Duncan Bay
W:And though 'twas the mate stood watch at her wheel
W:'Twas the devil that guided her way.
W:
W:She was just about five miles up in the Stretch
W:When a south-east gale began to blow
W:They headed for shelter in Buccaneer Bay
W:That's the only place there was to go.
W:
W:In Welcome Pass the mate was alert
W:For sight of the marker ahead
W:But he cut 'er too short comin' out of the Pass
W:And grounded on Tattenham Ledge.
W:
W:The barge dragged the tugboat off into the deep
W:She sank twenty fathoms down
W:Only the chief and the skipper survived -
W:The five other men were drowned.
W:
W:They salvaged the tugboat and she's working yet
W:She has a new crew brave and bold
W:But she'll never forget that cold Christmas Eve
W:Nor the ghosts of the five in her hold.
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X:221
T:Wreck on the Highway, The
S:Digital Tradition, wrckhway
N:Author: Dorsey Dixon
D:Recorded by Roy Acuff
Z:dt:wrckhway
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=132
W:Who did you say it was brother?
W:Who was it fell by the way?
W:When whiskey and blood run together
W:Did you hear anyone pray?
W:
W:  Chorus:
W:  I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
W:  I didn't hear nobody pray
W:  I heard the crash on the highway
W:  But I didn't hear nobody pray.
W:
W:When I heard the crash on the highway
W:I knew what it was from the start
W:I went to the scene of destruction
W:And a picture was stamped on my heart.
W:
W:There was whiskey and blood all together
W:Mixed with glass where they lay
W:Death played her hand in destruction
W:But I didn't hear nobody pray.
W:
W:I wish I could change this sad story
W:That I am now telling you
W:But there is no way I can change it
W:For somebody's life is now through.
W:
W:Their soul has been called by the Master
W:They died in a crash on the way
W:And I heard the groans of the dying
W:But I didn't hear nobody pray.
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X:222
T:Zuleika
S:Digital Tradition, zulika
D:Recorded by Oscar Brand
Z:dt:zulika
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
W:Zuleika was fair to see,
W:A fair Persian maiden was she;
W:She lived in Baghdad
W:Where all men were bad,
W:But nine was so bad as she.
W:
W:Her husband was very old,
W:With millions in silver and gold.
W:He kept her locked in, away from all sin,
W:For Persians are very bold.
W:He kept her locked in, away from all sin,
W:For Persians are very bold.
W:
W:On her head she wore a turban,
W:Which came from the looms of Iran.
W:Where no one could see she kept a small key,
W:Which she threw out again and again.
W:Where no one could see she kept a small key,
W:Which she threw out again and again.
W:
W:The first time she threw the key out,
W:It fell by the old water spout.
W:She sighed and she cried as the door opened wide
W:And in walked her lover, Mahout.
W:She sighed and she cried as the door opened wide
W:And in walked her lover, Mahout.
W:
W:The next time she threw out the key,
W:It fell by the old banyan tree.
W:She sighed and she cried as the door opened wide
W:And in walked her lover, Ali.
W:She sighed and she cried as the door opened wide
W:And in walked her lover, Ali.
W:
W:She threw out the key once again,
W:Expecting her love, Suleiman.
W:She sighed and she cried and she virtually died
W:As in walked a whole caravan.
W:She sighed and she cried and she virtually died
W:As in walked a whole caravan.
W:
W:The leader then bowed his head low,
W:And waited her wishes to know.
W:"The most of you stay," Zuleika did say,
W:"But the children and camels must go. "
W:"The most of you stay," Zuleika did say,
W:"But the children and camels must go."
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