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| Pegasus PEG 9 (LP, UK, December 1971) |
Head up for power … a viol, a serpent and a big brass drum … a bowl,
a bough and a puff of frozen breath … Phil Tanner, a stick and a pooch … a Telecaster, a Mustang and a Boosey
& Hawkes tabor
A-wassail, a-wassail throughout all the town
Our cup it is white and our ale
it is brown
Our wassail is made of the good ale and cake
Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could bake
Chorus:
Fol
dedol dol dedol
Dol dedol dol de dol
Fol de de ro Fol de da ri
Sing too ra li o
Our wassail is made of the
elderberry bough
And so my good neighbors we'll drink unto thou
Besides all on earth, you have apples in store
Pray
let us come in for it's cold by the door
Chorus
We hope that your apple trees prosper and bear
So that we
may have cider when we call next year
And where you have one barrel we hope you'll have ten
So that we may have cider
when we call again
Chorus
There's a master and a mistress sitting down by the fire
While we poor wassail
boys stand here in the mire
Come you pretty maid with your silver headed pin
Pray open the door and let us come in
Chorus
It's
we poor wassail boys so weary and cold
Please drop some small silver into our bowl
And if we survive for another new
year
Perhaps we may call and see who does live here
Chorus
We know by the moon that we are not too soon
And
we know by the sky that we are not too high
And we know by the star that we are not too far
And we know by the ground
that we are within sound
Chorus
Mix well and do it fast … Hastings, September 14th, 1971, Bill Hart's
jig R.I.P. … let's walk to Manchester, 1-2-3-4 … sure Michael Coleman's fast but he double tracks - puts the fingerring
on first and the bowing on afterwards … Sean mor chief fidil.
Another side of the coin … a lightbulb in a chamber pot I've never seen
before … anyone who doesn't want to know the tune title don't ask Mick Moloney … the recording debut of Marcus
Robertson … there's no horns on the Dubliners
Now as I come home so drunk I couldn't see, oh
There I saw a horse, no horse
should be there
I says unto me wife, tell this to me, oh
How come the horse there, no horse should be there
You old
fool, you silly fool, can't you plainly see, oh
Nothing but a milk cow me mother sent to me, oh
Miles I have travelled
a thousand miles and more, oh
Saddle on a milk cow I've never seen before
And as I come home so drunk I couldn't
see, oh
There I saw boots, no boots should be there
I says unto me wife, tell this to me, oh
How come the boots there,
no boots should be there
You old fool, you silly fool, can't you plainly see, oh
Nothing but a flower pot me mother
sent to me, oh
Miles I have travelled a thousand miles and more, oh
Laces on a flower pot I've never seen before
And
as I come home so drunk I couldn't see, oh
There I saw a hat, no hat should be there
I says unto me wife, tell this
to me, oh
How come the hat there, no hat should be there
You old fool, you silly fool, can't you plainly see, oh
Nothing
but a chamber pot me mother sent to me, oh
Miles I have travelled a thousand miles and more, oh
Sweat-band on a chamber
pot I've never seen before
And as I come home so drunk I couldn't see, oh
There I saw a man, no man should be there
I
says unto me wife, tell this to me, oh
How come the man there, no man should be there
You old fool, you silly fool,
can't you plainly see, oh
Nothing but a baby me mother sent to me, oh
Miles I have travelled a thousand miles and more,
oh
Whiskers on a baby I've never seen before
Another young man cut down in his prime … tasted and wasted … sickness
and diseases pull you down … Oh and it's Mary Doran crooning her way into our hearts … O'Riordan's song in the
snow flurries … the First tentative step - in which Peter is given his head
When I was on horseback wasn't I pretty
When I was on horseback wasn't I gay
Wasn't
I pretty when I entered Cork City
And met with my downfall on the fourteenth of May.
Six jolly soldiers to carry
my coffin
Six jolly soldiers to march by my side
It's six jolly soldiers take a bunch of red roses
Then for to smell
them as we go along.
Beat the drum slowly and play the pipes only
Play up the dead march as we go along
And bring
me to Tipperary and lay me down easy
I am a young soldier that never done wrong
(repeat first verse)
Or “Gullibility rewarded by a ducking” … or “The pact
between the doctor and the butcher” … or even “The saga of who plays the mandolin” … blindman
awarded both ears and the tail … ole!
There was a woman in our town and in our town did dwell
She loved her husband
dearly but another man twice as well
And sing Folder oh etc.
She went down to the doctor to see if she could find
Anything
in the whole world to make her old man blind
And sing Folder oh etc.
Oh take him sixteen marrowbones and make him
eat them all
And when he's finished he'll be so blind that he won't see you at all
And sing Folder oh etc.
So
the doctor he wrote a letter and he sealed it with his hand
And he sent it up to the old man to make him understand
And
sing Folder oh etc.
But the old man being a crafty bugger, he knew it all before
He ate them up and he says ``Me
dear, I can't see you at all''
And sing Folder oh etc.
Says he, ``I'll go to the river, and there meself I'll drown''
Says
she, ``I'll walk along with you to see that you don't fall down''
And sing Folder oh etc.
They walked along together
till they come to the river's brim
So gently there she's kissed him and she crept away behind
And sing Folder oh etc.
She
ran and she ran behind him to try to push him in
But the old man heard and he jumped aside and she went tumbling in
And
sing Folder oh etc.
So loudly she did holler and loud for mercy call
But the old man says, ``I am so blind, I can't
see you at all''
And sing Folder oh etc.
She swam and she swam and she swam around till she came to the further
brim
But the old man got the barge pole and he pushed her further in
And sing Folder oh etc.
Oh it may take sixteen
marrowbones to make your old man blind
But if you want to murder him you must creep up close behind
And sing Folder
oh etc
Pirates nonplussed, Brigid Tunney declared Queen of Hearts … celebrating
again, this time with a slip jig … next year we're going to Blackpool … memo to Martin - next time use the Strat.
Come and join with Captain Coulston that hero stout and bold
Who fought his
way all on the sea and never was controlled
For six long weeks in summer gales we sailed upon the sea
All bound for
New York City, that city fair to see.
The captain and his lady they came on deck each day
To help us with our merriment,
going to Amerikay
The merriment being over we're going to bed one night
The captain he came upon deck to see if all
was right.
He said my boys do not go down you need not think on sleep
For in a few hours more we shall be slumbering
in the deep
For a pirate ship is coming down upon the western sea
to rob us of our property going to Amerikay
The
pirate ship came up to us and ordered us to stand
Your gold and precious loading, this moment I demand
Your gold and
precious cargo, resign to me this day
Or not a soul you'll ever bring unto Amerikay
The battle it commenced, brave
boys and blood in streams did flow
While undaunted did our passengers the pirate overthrow
The cries of women and children
lying in the hull below
While the captain and his passengers the pirate did overthrow
The pirate ship surrendered
just by the break of day
And we brought her as a bounty unto Amerikay
Play an Air! … Co. Sligo, Fulham Broadway.
Play an Air! … The player does not call the tune. Play an Air! … “Duffy the dancer”, “The Boys
of Forest Hill”. Play an Air! … Give us your favourite tune next, Now! … Play a bloody Air.
A Patchwork fragment … Paddy be easy, Brigid be calm … a roll-up,
a drink and a conference … Maddy and a shawl - Silas Marner crouched at work.
I am a wee weaver confined to my loom
My lover
she is fair as the red rose in June
She's loved by all young men and that does grieve me
My heart's in the bosom of
lovely Mary
As Willie and Mary rode by yon shady bower
Where Willie and Mary spent many a happy hour
Where the
thrush and the blackbird do constantly call
The praises of Mary round Locherin's shore
As Willie and Mary rode by
yon river side
Said Willie to Mary: ``Will you be my bride ?''
This couple got married and they'll roam no more
Their
pleasures and treasures round Locherin's shore
2/1 Creeping Jane, 9/4 Skewball, 8/1 Miss Portly, 10/1 Bar … Arthur Marvel
up 1,210 guineas, Sir Ralph Gore down 750 guineas … Kildare 4 votes, Kielder 1 vote … Bert Lloyd 7 points, Peter,
Paul & Mary and John Herald 1 1/2.
You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story
It's of the bold Skewball, that noble
racing pony
Arthur Marvel was the man that brought bold Skewball over
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls about
in clover
The horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
And the gentlemen did shout when they saw the
noble riders
And some did shout hurray, the air was thick with curses
And on the grey Griselda the sportsmen laid their
purses
The trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrow
They scarcely touched the ground for the going it was
narrow
Then Griselda passed him by and the gentlemen did holler
The grey will win the day and Skewball he will follow
Then
halfway round the course up spoke the noble rider
I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tyger.
Up spoke the
noble horse, ride on my noble master
For we're half way round the course and now we'll see who's faster
And when
they did discourse, bold Skewball flew like lightning
They chased around the course and the grey mare she was taken
Ride
on my noble lord, for the good two hundred guineas
The saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings
Past
the winning post bold Skewball proved quite handy
And horse and rider both ordered sherry, wine and brandy
And then
they drank a health unto Miss Griselda
And all that lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
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