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Robin and Starling
04:51
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Dead leaves were falling
Lone birds were calling
Through sighing valleys
A gentle fairwell
Somebody’s straying
Long was delaying
Fond lips were meeting
But whose, I’ll never tell
Goodbye my own love
For you alone, love
My soul is pining
In sunlight and in rain
Though we are parted
Don’t be sad hearted
Winter will pass, love
The birds will come again
Sunlight and shadow
Fell on the meadow
Dew drops were gleaming
The skies were bringing May
Soft winds were playing
Somebody’s straying
Seemed very careless
Of beauties on the way
Once more my darling
Robin and starling
Sing down the valley
Forgetting all their pain
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Coal Black Wine
03:42
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King Death was a peerless fellow
He sat where no sun can shine
He lifted his hand so yellow
And poured out the coal black wine
There came to him many a maiden
Whose eyes had forgot to shine
And widows with grief over laden
Begged for the coal black wine
When will I be called to go?
They say that heaven only knows
The young have fun, but when the day is done
There’s a cup for us all
The scholar left all of his learning
The poet left all of his mind
The beauty left all of his blooming
Tempted by coal black wine
All came to the peerless fellow
Who laughed till his eyes dropped brine
And he gave them his hand so yellow
And pledged them in death’s black wine
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All you females
04:20
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Come all you females pay attention
While about some ugly deeds I’ll mention
I will relate a sad disaster
Of Mr M the workhouse master
With Miss S- S- he did begin
And in the parlour shooed her in
Somethings wrong between you and me
I was outside, I could not see
There was Polly, Ann and Miss Nancy
Called them all his little fancy
Was so fond of pauper ladies
Filled the place with bright eyed babies
The workhouse master what a sinner
Gave new boots to Mary Skinner
"I must kiss you and taste your wares
I’ve watched your legs whilst you cleaned stairs"
He’s done his work while he was able
On his desk and kitchen table
His little eye sharp as a needle
And gave the kids to the workhouse beadle
He went too far, was forced to strike it
Said ‘they never screamed because they liked it’
"I’m a good man - do my work with ease
Filled the nursery with employees"
To some young girls a man went round
To square it up with twenty pounds
Seduce poor girls and pay them off
A noble man to call your boss
Now a word between me and you
What was the poor girls to do?
With Mr M the amorous sinner
Eat your breakfast or lose your dinner
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4. |
Bright Light
03:23
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Bright Light Burns in the window
Of the tiny little house upon the hill
Oh the lights will burn
And the hearts will yearn
Oh they always will
’Til i return
For there’s only one mother
I know she’s waiting still
And she’ll always keep the light a burning
Of the window of the house upon the hill
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New Gate Stone
04:38
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When Claude Duval was in New Gate thrown
He carved his name on the dungeon stone
Quoth a dubsman who stared on the wall
You’ve carved your epitaph Claude Duval
Duval was hanged and the next who came
On the self-same stone inscribed his name
“Aha” quothed the dubsman, devilish glee
“Tom Waters hangs on the triple tree”
Your name
Written on the New Gate Stone
Your name
Written on the New Gate stone
No one on earth cares for your soul
Your name
The stone lets the reaper know
Lay now in the dungeon, Captain Bew
Rumbold and Whitney, the jolly crew
All carved their names on the stone, and all
Share the same brave fate of Claude Deval
Twenty highway men, blithe and bold
Rattled their chains in the dungeon old
All those fierce men turned to bone
Who wrote their names on the New Gate stone
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When Winter chains from shore to shore
The waves in its icy fetters
On rivers and lakes when labours o’er
Maids, skate with your lovers
On Winter’s eve, when your labour you leave
Should a swain then advance and intreat you to dance
Of your steps pray beware
Of your falls pray take care
Love calls you once, calls you twice, over the cracks of the ice
And you dance on the frozen river
The young Pauline with a lover one day
On the ice-neath them both its spoken
Their footing slipp’d on the frost they say
And they vanished where the ice was broken
And the very next spring
When the frost was thawing
Washed up on the shore
Was the still paramore
And his love, poor Pauline
You may grasp what I mean
Love called them once, called them twice, down through the cracks of the ice
And they slept in the Frozen River
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Phoebe to Phyllis
04:31
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Come listen a while, a story I’ll tell
About lasses of pleasure that nearby do dwell
To tell our abode we are not ashamed
You’ll find us at Yarmouth right down to the lane
Says Phoebe to Phyllis “We’ll follow the game”
Although we are told it will bring us to shame
It’s hard to accept we’ll survive on our own
Why shouldn’t the lasses make cash of their own?
I can trust in my neighbours
I can trust in my sisters
When we’re down on our knees, with no-one to save us
We can trust in our neighbours and sisters
You’re welcome my gentlemen, pray now walk in
We’re from half a crown to a noggin of gin
We are not as stiff as the lasses in town
When trading is dead the price must come down
Old Colin, our favourite, a frolicsome spark
With Phoebe he played one night in the dark
He kissed her and hugged her and laid by her side
The spirit it moved her, she got up to ride
When our husbands come home and ask what we’ve done
To look at those cuckholds there will be some fun
We’ll plead for ourselves and make them believe
Our locks have grown rusty for want of a key
To Bridewell of late poor Phyllis was sent
And there for a while she was forced to repent
You have to admit that the whole thing’s a farce
Can’t work with her hands, and can’t live by her charms
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8. |
Tobacco
03:54
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Tobacco is an Indian Weed
Let the smoke curve high
Grows Green in the morning, cut down in the eve
Its shows our decay, we came from the clay
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The Pip that is so lily white
In which most men take great delight
It's broke with a touch, men's lives are as such
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The pipe that is so foul within
It shows men's lives are stained with sin
For it doth require being cleansed by the fire
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
Dust that from the pipe doth fall
It shows we are nothing but dust after all
For we came from the dust and return again, must
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
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9. |
Bees
03:11
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If you would wish your bees to thrive
Gold must be paid for every hive
For when they’re bought with other money
There’ll be neither swarm nor honey
When The first butterfly you see
Oh cut off his head across your knee
And bury the head under a stone
And money will be your own
As keeper he, when grandpa goes
Then straight away, the bees must know
At once go down and tell the news
Or its pa and the bees we’ll lose
Sent down to earth by Ra’s own eyes
To deliver the messages from the skies
Avoid the swarm when on its move
Of God’s work you may disapprove
If you would wish your bees to thrive
You must pay gold for every hive
For when exchanged for cash or pawn
There’ll be neither comb nor swarm
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45 George Street
04:31
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John and James, at 45 George Street
Made love on the hard wooden floor
And William’s away to Van Diemen’s Land
Because he played host to it all
Did Johnny love James? And did James love his Johnny?
Could you tell through the crack in the door?
And is it worse to commit love or lust with another?
Or watch it all through the crack in the door?
The grave will soon close over me
And my name - entirely forgotten
But the ghosts of our love softly sleep on George Street
Long after our bodies have rotten
I loved you briefly at 45 George Street
We were seen on the hard wooden floor
The ways we have coped have been choked by their verdict
And the world will be cured of us all
Another version of me up wakes late there on George Street
Like nothing strange happened at all
Arrange to meet you again, then leave you to your sleeping
Like nothing strange happened at all
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Bird in the Belly Brighton, UK
Bird in the Belly is a Brighton-based Folk group consisting of folk-duo Hickory Signals (Laura Ward and Adam Ronchetti), alt- folk singer-songwriter Ben Webb (Jinnwoo, Green Ribbons), and multi-instrumentalist and producer Tom Pryor. Together they collect little known and forgotten lyrics, poems and stories from around the UK, and set them to their own “hypnotically original compositions” (fRoots). ... more
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