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Apple Acre Mill
04:02
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The old mill stood there a feature on the hill
Grinding wheat and barley many sacks did fill
Chorus:
Made of solid oak stood strong and proud
Sails gently turning the grinding stone around
The old mill had fallen into dangerous disrepair
They took her down so carefully with due respect and care
The old mill gave up secrets as she was taken down
Of the carpenters and craftsmen who once lived in the town
They carved their dates and names into the solid oak
One even left a letter of how his heart was broke
His love had been rejected he'd never be the same
He wrote for her a sonnet who set his heart aflame
into a dovetail joint the letter was hidden
He knew she'd never read of how his heart was smitten
Where the old mill once stood there upon the hill A plaque retails the stories of Apple Acre Mill
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Scarborough Fair
04:08
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
without seem nor needle work
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to plough it with a sickle of leather
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Bind it al in a bundle of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine
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Halfway Hill
04:22
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See the little homestead halfway up the hill
I was born and raided there my heart's there still
The land was poor and rocky no crops would grow
It weren't even fit for grassing so we had to go
From the little homestead halfway up the hill
I'll go back to that homestead once more
Live there with my memories go travelling no more
Wildlife and birdsong it's abundant there
Rabbits in the heather skylarks in the air
Around the little homestead halfway up the hill
See the little homestead halfway up the hill
I was born and raised there my heart's there still
I'll go back to that homestead once more
Live there with my memories go travelling no more
From the little homestead halfway up the hill
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Rosemary Lane
04:12
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Once I was in service in Rosemary Land
I had a kind mistress the master the same
Till a sailor came there there one night for to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery
Once supper was over he bowed down his head
He called for a candle to light him to bed
I brought him the candle as a young maid would do
And he said pretty Polly will you not come to
This young Pretty maiden she thought it no harm
for to climb into bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I'll never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years
Then early next morning the sailor arose
He show into my apron a handful of gold
Crying take it oh take it for the wrong I have done
I've left you with a daughter or maybe a son
If it's a boy he'll fight for the king
And if it's a girl she'll wear a gold ring
She'll wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
To remember my service in Rosemary Lane
Like a rose in the garden who's beauty's all gone
You can see what I've come to from courting that man
No father no mother with no hope at all
So me and the baby to the workhouse must call
So all you young maidens take a warning from me
Don't trust a sailor whoever he be
He'll court you and gift you he'll vow to be true
Then the very next morning he'll bid you adieu
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The Old Crooked Hat
03:00
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Through the stained glass window the old front door
The sunlight paints picture on the hallway floor
The pictures keep changing as the hours tick by
The house id still and quiet just the bussing of a flyHanging on the hook is the old crooked hat
We used to go out walking with the gloves and cane
Stroll around the park down memory lane
Hear the kettle whistle it's time for tea and cake
Happy and contented what a lovely home we make
Hanging on the hook is the old crooked hat
The sunlight is fading supper is all done
We'll sit besides the fire another day is done
The wireless is playing some popular old tune
the pictures in the hallway now painted by the moon
Hanging on the hook is the old crooked hat
The eastern sky is closing dawn begins to break
Stirring from it's slumbers the house begins to wake
Busy in the kitchen make the tea and toast
Share the breakfast table with ghost
Hanging on the hook is the old crooked hat
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The Derby Ram
04:26
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As I was going to Derby sir all on the market day
I saw the biggest ram sir that ever was fed on hay
Chorus:
Indeed sir it's true sir I never was given to lie
And if you'd have been to Derby sir you'd have seen it the same as I
The ram was fat behind sir the ram was fat before
He measured nine yards round sir it might have even been more
He had four legs to walk on sir he had four feet to stand
Every foot that that ram had covered an acre of land
The wool upon his back sir reached up to the sky
There the eagles built their nests I heard the young ones cry
The man who killed the ram sir was drowned in all the blood
And the boy that held the dish sir was swept away in't flood
The mutton from that ram sir gave all the army meat
And what was left over sir fed al of the fleet
The wool upon his belly sir hung down to the ground
The wool was sold in Derby town for forty thousand pounds
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Alone
05:25
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The camera never lies
Se in her eyes
The pain running deep
She cry in her sleep
Please leave me........alone
She bears the scars
Her performance stars
such a good girl
She gave you a twirl
Please leave me........alone
See her tatto
A reminder of you
Running wild
An innocent child
Please leave me........alone
What did he take
The man you did make
Childhood breams
For sordid secret schemes
Please leave me........alone
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The Lancashire Weavers
04:11
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1826 the Lancashire weavers rioted against the power loom
A the factory system grew the cottage industry
Rose up prepared to fight
1100 looms they did destroy all on four dark nights
The soldiers on their horse they would not charge
All against their fellow monthly gave to them their food
Those Lancashire weavers rioting against the power loom
There was a big debate
Pay the going rate
Or raise a minimum wage
If you pay a minimum wage
You'll justify their rage
Don't pay a minimum wage
But we've cut the wage in half
The weavers will starve
We must pay a minimum wage
No you're profit must stay high
Or you'er business will die
Don't pay a minimum wage
That argument held sway
The Liberal lost the day
There was no minimum wage
In 1826 when the Lancashire wavers rioted against the power loom
The owners recruited special constables root those weavers leaders out
On Chorley Clitheroe Bacup and Bury the riots took there toll
Six men did die ten were transported thirty they were sent to gaol
In 1826 when the Lancashire weavers rioted against the power loom
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The Foolish Boy
03:28
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My father died I cannot tell how
He left me six horses to follow the plough
Chorus:
With a whim wham wobble O
Strim strum strobble O
Bubble O
Pretty boy over the brow
I sold my horses bought me a cow
Isn't that a funny thing to follow the plough
I sold my cow bought me a calf
Made a sorry bargain lost the better half
I sold my calf bought me a dog
He lay in his basket sleeping like a log
I sold my dog bought me a cat
She lay by the fire warmed her little back
I sold my cat bought me a mouse
The tail caught fire burnt down the house
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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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