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John Barleycorn
05:16
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There were three men came out of the west their fortunes for to try
These three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die
They ploughed and sowed, harrowed him in through clods upon his head
These three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn is dead
They let him lie for a very long time till the rains from heaven did fall
Little sir John sprang up his head he so amazed them all
They let him stand all summer long thill he was both pale and wan
Little sir John he grew a long beard and so became a man
The hires men with scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They rolled and tied him around the waist serving him barbarously
They hired me n with sharp pitch forks to stab him through the heart
The loader served him worse than that he bound him to the cart
The wheeled him around and around the field till they came unto the barn
Where these three men made a solemn vow on poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with crab tree sticks to cut him skin from bone
The miller he served him worse than that he ground him between two stones
Little sir John in the nut brown bowl he's whisky in the glass
Little sir John in the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn
A tinker can't mend kettle nor pots without a little barleycorn
Little sir John in the nut brown bowl he's whisky in the glass
Little sir John in the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
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Mattie Groves
05:14
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A holiday a holiday and the first one of the year
Lord Darnel's wife went into church the gospel for to hear
When the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about
There she saw Mattie Groves walking in the crowd
Come home with me Mattie Groves Come home with me tonight
Come home with me Mattie Grove and sleep with me till light
I can't come home I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnel's wife
If I am Lord Darnel's wife Lord Darnel he's not home
He's away in the far corn fields bringing the yearlings home
A servant who was standing near and hearing what was said swore Lord Darnel he would know before the sun would set
In his hurry to carry the news he clutched his breast and ran
When he came to the broad mill stream just took off his boots and ran
Little Mattie Groves he lay down to take a little sleep
When he awake Lord Darnel was standing by his feet
How do you like my feather bed how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lays in your arms asleep
Well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
Better I like your lady who lays in my arms asleep
Get up get up Lord Darnel cried get up as quick as you can
It'll not be said across the land I slew a naked man
I can't get up I won't get up I can't get up for my life
You have two long beaten swords whilst I not a pocket knife
It's true I have two beaten swords and they coast me deep in the purse
You shall have the better of them and I'll have the worst
You shall strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I'll strike the very next blow and kill you if I can
Mattie struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Darnel sore
Lord Darnel struck the very next blow and Mattie struck no more
Then Lord Darnel took his wife and sat her on his knee
Who do you like the best of us dead Mattie Groves or me
Then up spoke his own dear wife never heard to speak so free
I'd rather a kiss from dead Mattie lips than you in your finery
Then Lord Darnel he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through eh heart pinned her against the wall
A grave a grave Lord Darnel cried to put these lovers in
Bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin
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3. |
Number 4
03:58
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Instrumental
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4. |
Early one Morning
05:44
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Early one morning just as the sun was rising
I heard a maiden singing in the valley below
Oh don't deceive me Oh never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so
Remember the vows you made to me dearly
There in the bower you promised to be true
Fresh are the garlands and sweet are the roses
I culled from the garden to bind over you
How could you slight a pretty maiden who loved you
A pretty maiden who loved you so tenderly and warm
Though Love's a folly and nearly a fancy
Still it would prove to me sweater than your scorn
Now as I wonder alone I ponder
Why dod you leave me to sigh and complain
I ask of the roses why should I be forsaken
Why should I in sorrow remain
Through yonder gladly the clear crystal fountain
There you and I dearly we played
Kissing and courting gently sporting
Oh how my innocent heart you betrayed
Soon you will find another pretty maiden
Unto that pretty maiden you'll promise to be true
Thus ever ranging constantly changing
Always searching for a girl that is new
Thus sang the maiden her sorrow bewailing
Thus sang the maiden in the valley below
Oh don't deceive me oh never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so
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5. |
Barrack St./Jake's Jog
05:41
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Come all you jolly sailor lads and listen to me song
A trick of late was played on me now I won't detain you long
I've come from sea the other day a girl I chanced to meet
She said my dear will you com with me to a dance in Barrack Street
I said my young and pretty maid I cannot dance so well
Besides I'm bounder Windsor town where all my friends do dwell
I've been to sea these last two years and I saved up thirty pounds
My friends they'll be expecting me tonight in Windsor town
If you cannot dance so well you must have a treat
A glass or two of brandy and something good to eat
At six O' clock this evening I'll meet you off the train
Now don't forget to give a call when you come to town again
At eight O' clock that evening well the drinking did begin
And when we had all drunk our fill the dancing did begin
Me and my love danced all around unto a merry tune
She said my dear let us retire to a chamber all alone
The dancing being over to bed we did repair
There I fell quite fast asleep it's the truth I do declare
My love with my thirty pounds gold watch and chain had fled
She left me there poor Jack alone stark naked in the bed
I looked all around me there was nothing I could spy
But a women's shirt and apron all on the bed did lay
I wrong my hands and tore my hair crying what to do
I'll say farewell sweet Windsor town tonight I'll not see you
It all being quite and the hour at twelve O' clock
I donned the shirt and apron and I made for Crowman's wharf
The captain said why Jack I thought you were for Windsor bound
And you might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds
I might have got a better shirt if I had had the chance
But I met this girl down Barrack street and sh took me to a dance
I danced my own distraction an now from head to feet
I vow that I'll go no more down Barrack street
So all you young sailor lads a warning take from me
Choose carefully your company when you go on a spree
Steer well clear of Barrack street or else you'll rue the day
In a woman's shirt and apron they'll take you out too sea
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6. |
Grace Darling
04:28
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Twas on the Long Stone lighthouse there lived a brave young maid
Pure as the air around her of nought she was afraid
One morning just at daybreak a storm tossed wreck she spied
Up spoke the brave Grace Darling I'll save the crew she cried
Chorus:
Grace had a big brave heart as the storm she braved
She pulled away on the raging sea and the crew she saved
She pulled away on the ragging sea over the waters blue
Help help she heard the cries of the shipwrecked crew
The to the rock were clinging a crew of nine all told
Between them and the lighthouse the sea like mountains rose
Said Grace come help me father we'll launch the boat said she
Her father said what madness to go out on the sea
One murmered prayer they offered then they were afloat
Between them and disaster the planks of that frail boat
Up spoke the maiden's father return or doomed are we
Oh no said Grace Darling we must face the sea
They bravely rowed the billows came to the rock at length
They saved the shipwrecked sailors heaven sent them strength
SO tell the wide world over what a brave young maid can do
Go tell of Grace Darling who saved the crew
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7. |
Byker Hill
03:01
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If I had another penny I would buy another gill
And I'd make the piper play the bBonnie Lass of Byker Hill
Chorus :
Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for evermore
Byker Hill and Walker Shore collier lads for evermore
When first to this pit I came I had no shirt unto my name
Now I've got me two or three the work at the pit's done well for me
Geordie Johnson had a pig when you hit it with a shovel it danced a jig
All the way to Byker Hill to the tune of Elsie Marley
Pit men and th keel men trim they drink thimble made from gin
Then to dance they do begin to the tune of Elsie Marley
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8. |
The Gallows Pole
03:46
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Chorus:
The prickle Holly bush, the prickle holly bush
It pricks my poor heart so
If I ever get out of the prickle holly bush
No more there I'll go
Hangman hangman hold your hand a while
I think I see my parents coming walk many a mile
Have you brought me silver have you brought me gold
What have you brought me to save me from the gallows pole
We haven't brought you silver we haven't brought you gold
We've come to see you hang upon the gallows pole
Hangman hangman hold your hand a while
I think I see my friends a coming walking many a mile
Have you brought me silver have you brought me gold
What have you brought me to save me from the gallows pole
We haven't brought you silver we haven't brought you gold
We're just to poor to save you from the gallows pole
Hangman hangman hold your hand a while
I think I see my brother coming walking many a mile
Have you brought me silver have you brought me gold
What have you brought me to save me from the gallows pole
I've brought a little silver I've brought a little gold
I've brought a bit of everything to save you from the gallows pole
Hangman hangman stay your hand a while
I think I see my sister coming crossing yonder stile
Sister I implore you take him by the hand
Take him to a shady grove save me from this man
She took him to a shady grove she warmed his blood from cold
She warmed his blood to boiling point to save him from the gallows pole
Hangman hangman on your face a smile
Please tell me that I'm free to go go many a mile
Your brother brought me silver he brought a little gold
He brought a bit of everything to save you from the gallows pole
You got a pretty sister she warmed my blood from cold
She warmed my blood to boiling point to save you from the gallows pole
But now I'm going to laugh out loud pull hard upon my rope
I'm going to see you hang upon my gallows pole
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Paul Hayes Wales, UK
Paul Hayes is a singer/songwriter from Middleton near Manchester, who 'brings a delicious bardic darkness to his approach of his own and traditional folk songs' - Maartin Allcock.
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