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B&C CAS 1029 (LP, UK, March 1971) |
The BlacksmithOh the blacksmith courted me nine months and better. He fairly won my heart,
he wrote me a letter. With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever And if I were with my love I'd live forever.
Oh
where has my love gone with his cheeks like roses? He's gone across the sea a-gathering primroses. I'm afraid the shining
sun might burn and scorch his beauty And if I were with my love I'd do my duty.
Strange news has come to town, strange
news has carried. Strange news flies up and down that my love is married. Oh I wish them both much joy though they won't
hear me And if I were with my love I'd do my duty.
What did you promise me when you lay beside me? You said you'd
marry me and not deny me. If I said I'd marry you it was only to try you So bring your witness love and I'll not deny
you.
Oh witness have I none save God Almighty. And may He reward you well for the slighting of me. And her lips
grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble, For to think she had loved one and he'd proved deceitful
Cold, Haily, Windy NightOh me hat it is frozen to me head Me feet they are like a lump of lead Oh
me shoes they are frozen to me feet With standing at your window
Let me in, the soldier cried Cold haily windy
night Oh let me in, the soldier cried For I'll not go back again, no
Me father he watches down on the street Me
mother the chamber keys do keep Oh, the doors and the windows they do creak I dare not let you in O
Let me in,
the soldier cried Cold haily windy night Oh let me in, the soldier cried For I'll not go back again, no
Oh
and she's rose up and she's let him in She's kissed her true love cheek and chin And she's drawn him between her sheets
again And she opened and she let him in O
Then she has blessed the rainy night Cold haily windy night Oh then
she has blessed the rainy night That she opened and she let him in O
Soldier, soldier stay with me Soldier, soldier
won't you marry me Oh no, no, no, it never can be So fare bid thee well forever
Then she has wept for the rainy
night Cold haily windy night Then she has wept for the rainy night That she opened and she let him in O
Oh
and he's jumped up all out of the bed He's put his hat all on his head But she had lost her maidenhead Her mother
she heard the din O
Then she has cursed the rainy night Cold haily windy night O then she has cursed the rainy
night That she opened and she let him in O
Prince Charlie StuartIf you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army He was a gallant sight
to behold With his fine tartan hose on his bonnie round leg And his buckles all pure shining gold The tartan my love
wore was the finest Stuart Kilt With his soft skin all under it as white as any milk It's no wonder that seven hundred
highlanders were killed In restoring my Charlie to me
My love was six foot two without stocking or shoe In proportion
my true love was built Like I told you before upon Culloden Moor Where the brave highland army was killed Prince
Charlie Stuart was my true love's name He was the flower of England and a pride to his name Ah but now they have banished
him over to Spain And so dear was my Charlie to me
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand miles I'd travel Mad Maudlin
goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel
Chorus: Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam
boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money
I went down to
Satan's kitchen For to get me food one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning
Chorus
Me
staff has murdered giants And me bag a long knife carries For to cut mince pies from children's thighs With which
to feed the fairies
Chorus
This spirit's white as lightning Would on me travels guide me The moon would
shake and the stars would quake When ever they espied me
Chorus
And when that I have murdered The man
in the moon to a powder His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake And there'll howl no demon louder
Chorus
For
to see mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand years I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from
gravel
Chorus
False Knight On The Road"Oh, where are you going," says the false knight on the road "I'm going to
me school," says the wee boy and still he stood "What is on your back," says the false knight on the road "Me bundles
and me books," says the wee boy and still he stood
"I came and walking by your door," says the false knight on the
road "That lay in your way," says the wee boy and still he stood "I flung your dog a stone," says the false knight on
the road "I wish it was a bone," says the wee boy and still he stood
"Oh, what sheep and cattle's that," says the
false knight on the road "They're mine and me father's," says the wee boy and still he stood "And how many shall be
mine," says the false knight on the road "The ones that have the blue tail," says the wee boy and still he stood
"Oh,
how can I get a share o' them," says the false knight on the road "You cannot get a share of them," says the wee boy and
still he stood "And why the stick all in your hand," says the false knight on the road "To keep me from all cold and
harm," says the wee boy and still he stood
"As I wish you were in younder tree," says the false knight on the road "A
ladder under me," says the wee boy and still he stood "The ladder it'll break," says the false knight on the road "And
you will surely fall," says the wee boy and still he stood
"I wish you were in yonder sea," says the false knight on
the road "A good boat under me," says the wee boy and still he stood "The boat will surely sink," says the false knight
on the road "And you will surely drown," says the wee boy and still he stood
"Has your mother more than you," says
the false knight on the road "Oh, none of them for you," says the wee boy and still he stood "I think I hear a bell,"
says the false knight on the road "It's ringing you to hell," says the wee boy and still he stood
The Lark In The Morning"Lay still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet It's a fine dewy morning
and besides, my love, it is wet."
"Oh let it be wet my love and ever so cold I will rise my fond Floro and away
to my fold."
"Oh no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing It's a bright sun a-shining and the lark is on the wing."
Chorus: Oh
the lark in the morning she rises from her nest And she mounts in the air with the dew on her breast And like a pretty
ploughboy she'll whistle and sing And at night she will return to her own nest again
When the ploughboy has done
all he's got for to do He trips down to the meadows where the grass is all cut down.
Chorus
The Female DrummerI was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen Oh I ran away
to London and a soldier I became
Chorus: With me fine cap and feather, likewise me rattling drum They learned
me to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum With me gentle waist so slender, me fingers long and small and to play upon the
rub-a-dub the best of them all
And so many were the pranks that I saw among the french And so boldly did I fight
me boys although I'm but a wench And in buttoning up me trousers so often have I smiled To think I lay with a thousand
men and a maiden all the while
Chorus
And they never found my secret out until this very hour When they sent
me off to London to keep sentry o'er the Tower When a young girl fell in love with me and she found that I was a maid She
went up to me officer me secret she betrayed
Chorus
He unbuttoned then my red tunic and he found that it was
true "It's a shame", he says, "to lose a pretty drummer boy like you" So now I must return to me mum and dad at home And
along with me bold comrades it's no longer can I roam
Chorus
The KingJoy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place By your leave, we
will sing concerning our king
Our king is well dressed, in the silks of the best In ribbons so rare, no king can
compare
We have travelled many miles, over hedges and stiles In search of our king, unto you we bring
We
have powder and shot to conquer the lot we have cannon and ball to conquer them all
Old Christmas is past, twelve
tide is the last And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new
Lovely On The WaterAs I walked out one morning In the springtime of the year I overheard
a sailor boy Likewise a lady fair
They sang a song together Made the valleys for to ring While the birds on
the spray in the meadows gay Proclaimed the lovely spring
Said Willy unto Nancy Oh we soon must sail away For
its lovely on the water To hear the music play
For our Queen she do want seamen So I will not stay on shore I
will brave the wars for my country Where the blund'ring cannons roar
Poor Nancy fell and fainted But soon he
brought her to For it's there they kissed and there embraced And took a fond adieu
Come change your ring with
me my love For we may meet once more But there's one above that will guard you love Where the blund'ring cannons
roar
For pounds it is our bounty And that must do for thee But to help the aged parents While I am on the
sea
For Tower Hill is crowded With mother's weeping sore For their sons are gone to face the war Where the
blundering cannons roar
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