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Slaves
02:57
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Slaves
Words William S. Villiers Sankey, Music Benji Kirkpatrick
Men of England you are slaves,
Though you quell the roaring waves.
Though you boast by land and sea,
That Britons everywhere are free.
Men of England you are slaves,
Bought by tyrants, sold by knaves.
Yours the toil, the sweat and pain,
Theirs the profit, the ease and gain.
Men of England you are slaves,
Beaten by the policeman’s staves.
If their force you dare repel,
Yours shall be the prison cell.
Men of England you are slaves,
Even the House of Commons craves,
From the crown on bended knee.
That it’s motions may be free.
Men of England you are slaves,
Hark the stormy tempest raves.
Tis the nation’s voice I hear,
Shouting, “Liberty is near”.
Europe’s people one and all,
Rise up at your brethren’s call.
Shouting loud from sea to sea,
“Ours shall be the Victory”.
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False Foxes
04:48
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False Foxes
Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,
Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.
Oh where was I last Saturday night?
I was up in the ivy tree.
False foxes under me, seeking to bury me,
Under the ivy tree.
The boughs did shake and my heart did quake,
To see the grave that they did make,
But I was high and I let it lie..
Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,
Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.
As they crept home in the dark of the moon,
Under the ivy tree.
They fell in the grave and there died soon,
Under the ivy tree.
False foxes under me, seeking to bury me,
Under the ivy tree.
The boughs did shake and their necks did break
All in the grave that they did make,
But I was high and I let it lie.
Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,
Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.
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WHILE GAMESKEEPEPS LIE SLEEPING
(Trad.)
I got a dog and a good dog too,
I has him in my keeping.
To catch those hares that run by night,
While gamekeepers lie sleeping.
My dog and me went out one night,
To learn some education.
Up jumps a hare and away she runs,
Into a large plantation.
She kicked and squealed, she holloed out,
When something stopped her running.
I says lie still you silly thing,
Your uncle’s just a-coming.
My dog and me the scent could tell,
Twas in a field on further.
Up jumps the hare and away she runs,
My dog and me struck murder.
I picked her up and smoothed her down,
And put her in my keeping.
I says to my dog time to be gone,
While gamekeepers lie sleeping.
My dog and me away did go,
Straight back into the town.
I took this hare to a labouring man,
And sold her for a crown.
We called into some public house,
And there we got quite mellow.
We spent that crown and another one too,
Aren’t I a jolly fellow?
I got a dog and a good dog too,
I has him in my keeping.
To catch those hares that run by night,
While gamekeepers lie sleeping.
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OH TO BE A KING
Words and Music: Bill Caddick
Oh to be a king and life be kind,
While poor folks need to rise and grimly toil.
Oh to lie in sleep for one long hour,
Till the sun has warmed dew upon the soil.
But the working man has risen long and left his home behind,
And the cold and rainy morning casts a shadow on his mind.
Oh to be a king and life be kind.
Oh to be a king and love the morn,
To be free to dream and follow every whim.
Take pleasure and rejoice in every hour,
And change life‘s dirge into a joyful hymn.
But most of all to greet the morn, to wait upon the dawn,
And smile to think another day of leisure‘s newly born.
Oh to be a king and love the morn.
Oh to be a king and lie abed,
While a lesser man must labour out his lot.
Oh to stay at home and take your rest,
While others act away life‘s tangled plot.
But the poor man sees his family only when the day is dead,
And the only rest he‘ll ever take is when his life has fled.
Oh to be a king and lie abed.
KING OF THE DISCOED
Music: Benji Kirkpatrick
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5. |
The Deadly Sands
04:23
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THE DEADLY SANDS
Lyrics: Trad / Music: Paul Rose
The tide goes up and the tide goes down,
It’s forty feet at Minehead town.
The tide it ebbs and the tide it flows,
And the deadly sand it lies below.
The deadly sand moves all around,
And many a tall ship’s cast aground.
And many a craft in sight of land,
That’s swallowed up by the deadly sand.
Down down, down down,
The deadly sand will drag them down.
We lit a fire on a cliff so high,
And a merchantman came a sailing by.
She turned our way and before our eyes,
Oh the deadly sand it swallowed our prize.
There were no barrels nor packs of lace,
Of costly silk we saw no trace.
Kegs of spice and chests of tea,
She dragged them down in the Severn Sea.
A navy ship gave us a hail,
All for to bring us to Bristol jail.
She turned swift to cross our way,
But the deadly sand beneath her lay.
The pilot cried farewell dear wife,
There is no man can save his life.
And some did pray and some did roar,
But none of the crew did come ashore.
Oh we do row when the moon is low,
We follow the tides and the sand below.
We land our prizes at Watchet Bay,
And the packhorse train is away away.
We shall be hanged on the Severn shore,
And with our chains we will wreck no more.
Now every ship come a sailing by,
Sails over our heads when the tide is high.
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Gurt Dog
06:48
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GURT DOG
Lyrics: Olivia Mccannon / Music: Paul Sartin
Last night the moon refused to shine.
The clouds rubbed out the stars.
I was alone on the wide dark moor,
But I wasn’t scared, not I.
Mother had no idea I’d gone,
And left my fleece-lined bed.
She’d sung a song whose words, you see,
Kept ringing in my head.
Soundly sleep,
Sweetly sleep,
Time for those legs to stop.
Gurt Dog growls,
On the prowl,
And your bed is so warm and soft.
I asked her twice to tell me more,
She yawned with no reply.
As soon as she had drifted off,
I lightly stepped outside.
I climbed up through the twisted trees,
Out up onto the ridge, where
My neck was gripped by a fingering breeze,
And I hardly dared to breathe.
Soundly sleep,
Sweetly sleep,
Child up on the moor.
Gurt Dog growls,
On the prowl,
You should be safe indoors.
I was frozen, couldn’t hear,
Or feel or speak a thing, when
A hundred horses thundered near,
And whirled me into a ring.
The rain lashed down, and the lightning cracked,
I could not run or hide.
I saw the horses move apart,
The trees bend to one side.
Soundly dream,
Sweetly dream,
Close your ears and pray.
Gurt Dog howls,
On the prowl,
For children who’ve run away.
A muzzle pushed into my palm,
Velvet it was and warm.
The hills were kind, the moor was small,
I’d soon be safely home.
He galloped me up to my door,
I stretched to kiss his nose.
Then climbed back into my fleece-lined bed,
Dry down to my clothes.
Soundly sleep,
Sweetly sleep,
At last your eyes are closed.
Gurt Dog snores,
Eye on your door,
His back to the wind that blows.
Now mother sings that song again,
And sleeps, but doesn’t know.
I’m on the moor again tonight,
To give that Gurt Dog a bone.
Soundly dream,
Sweetly dream,
Mother, your work all done.
On the moor,
Again tonight,
To give that gurt dog a gurt bone.
To give that
black dog
a white bone.
To give that
black dog
a white bone.
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7. |
Adieu to Bon County
04:35
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Adieu to Bon County
(Trad)
lt‘s a great separation my friends they have caused me,
By hearing their spite that my favour was won.
lt‘s a great separation, likewise a vexation,
And they shall be sorry for what they have done.
Eat, drink and be jolly and care not for folly,
And drowned away sorrow in a bottle of wine.
Pass it to the boys in full-flowing bumpers,
And play on the fiddle to pass away time.
Adieu to Bon County, I‘m bound for to leave you,
And seek my heart‘s fortune in some foreign land.
Where bottles and glasses are my greatest comfort,
And when we do meet we will join heart and hand.
Farewell to my friends and my good old neighbours,
Likewise to the girl I will never see more.
This world it is wide and I‘ll spend it in pleasures,
I care for no one that won‘t care for me.
My fortune is small and freely I own it,
What little I have it is all of my own.
I might have lived longer to enjoy it with pleasure,
lf my poor friends had of let me alone.
I have money a plenty to bear my expenses,
And when it‘s all gone I‘ll chop wood and get more.
When death it comes on me I‘ll freely go with it,
Pay up my last dues and go with it home.
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8. |
One More Day
05:12
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One More Day
Words and Music Traditional
I’m bound away to leave you,
Don’t let my parting grieve you,
We're homeward bound tomorrow.
I’ll leave you without sorrow,
One more day, Johnny, one more day,
Oh rock and roll me over for one more day.
Hear the Old Man growling,
Hear the mate howling,
Hear the captain pawling,
Hear the pilot bawling,
One more day, Johnny, one more day,
Oh rock and roll me over for one more day.
Hear the gulls cawing,
One more day rolling,
One more day furling,
One more day cursing,
One more day pumping,
One more day bracing,
One more day working,
Oh rock and roll me over,
One more day, Johnny, one more day,
Oh rock and roll me over for one more day.
Come row me to my lover,
The starlight be my cover,
No gales nor heavy weather,
Come rock and roll me over,
One more day, Johnny, one more day,
Oh rock and roll me over for one more day.
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The Death of the Hart Royal
Lyrics: Trad / Music: Benji Kirkpatrick
The Hart Royal sped where the old oak stood,
Dark were his flanks and his lips ran blood.
King John has sent after me companies three,
But none of them shall bring death to me.
Hart Royal am I, Hart Royal am I,
And the Lord of the Greenwood shall watch me die.
They hunted me high and they hunted me low,
With horse and hound and fine crossbow.
All through the land up to Nottingham town,
But never a one could drag me down.
They followed me far but the hounds ran true,
From dawning to dusk they harried me through.
The horses went lame, their hearts did crack,
But still the hounds are on my track.
Call Robin Hood with his longbow,
To Robin alone does the Hart Royal bow.
He never will die at the hands of men,
Call Goodman Oak again and again.
Bold Robin he stood on a far off hill,
Let fly his shot and the Hart lay still.
Farewell good Hart Royal bold Robin he said,
And the Hart sighed and lay dead
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Death Goes a Walking
05:36
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Death Goes a Walking
(Trad / Faustus)
Death he went a walking,
A walking did he.
He met a poor old lady,
So crippled was she.
“Come my pretty one,
Come with me.
I’ll make you so spry as when you were young,
With a pretty blue eye and a tuneable tongue,
And a nimble foot,
So feel my cold breath,
And join in my merry dance”, says Death.
Death he went a walking,
Away from his home.
He met a rich young farmer,
From market he did come.
“Come my jolly lad,
Come with me.
Now leave all your harvest your orchards and gold,
And join in my dance now before you get old.
Won’t you dance with me,
And feel my cold breath?
And join in my merry dance”, says Death.
Death he went a walking,
One morning in May.
He met three little babies,
Who in the meadow played.
“Come my little dears,
Come with me.
And you shall go dancing away and away,
As happy as daisies for ever a day,
And you won’t know grief,
So feel my cold breath,
And join in my merry dance”, says Death.
Death he goes a walking,
So far and so near.
He wanders all over,
But he does not come here.
“Come good neighbour Death,
And set me free.
For I lie in jail a-loaded with chains,
And starve in the straw where none heed my pains,
And I’ll welcome Death,
And feel your cold breath,
And join in your merry dance”, old Death.
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Faustus England, UK
‘’One of Britain's outstanding folk bands.’ - **** The Guardian
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‘The concept? To rescue contemporary
folk from the curse of feyness…
Bloke-folk!... Fans of Led Zep III should take a thoughtful interest.’ **** Independent on Sunday
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