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Through Lonesome Woods
01:02
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Through lonesome woods I took my way,
So dark, so dark as dark can be
The leaves were shivering on every tree,
Which don't you think was a grief to me.
As I was going up Dibden Town,
I saw my true love a-sitting down,
Saw another girl sitting on my love's knee,
Which don't you think was a grief to me.
Now winter's gone, the summer's come,
The small birds from their nest have flown,
I'll neither tarry, nor will I bend,
But I'll keep my heart for a better friend.
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My young love said to me;
"My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind."
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
She stepped away from me
And she went through the fair
And fondly, I watched her
Move here and move there,
And then she went homeward
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.
Last night she came to me,
She came softly in.
So softly she came,
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
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The Turtle Dove
01:35
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Fare thee well, my dear, I must be gone
And leave you for a while.
Though I roam away, I'll come back again,
Though I go ten thousand miles, my dear,
Though I go ten thousand miles.
The sea will not run dry, my dear,
Nor rocks melt with the sun,
But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love
Till all these things be done, my dear,
Till all these things be done.
Oh yonder sits the turtle dove,
He sits on yonder tree,
A-making a moan for the loss of his love,
As I will do for thee, my dear,
As I will do for thee.
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Roseville Fair
02:56
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Oh the night was clear,
And the stars shone brightly,
A silent moon hung in the sky.
And the people gathered round
As the band were tuning,
I can hear them now, playing "Comin' Through the Rye".
You were dressed in blue,
And you looked so lovely,
Just a simple flower of a small town girl.
And I took you by the hand,
And we danced to the music
With a single smile, you became my world.
And we danced all night
To the fiddle and the banjo,
Those drifting tunes seemed to fill the air,
So long ago now,
But I still remember
How we fell in love at the Roseville fair.
Oh we courted well,
And we courted dearly,
We would rock for hours in the front porch chair.
Then a year went by
From the time that I met you,
And I made you mine at the Roseville fair.
And we danced all night
To the fiddle and the banjo,
Those drifting tunes seemed to fill the air,
So long ago now,
But I still remember
How we fell in love at the Roseville fair.
So here's a song
For all you lovers,
And here's a tune you all can share:
May you dance all night
To the fiddle and the banjo,
May you fall in love at the Roseville fair.
And we danced all night
To the fiddle and the banjo,
Those drifting tunes seemed to fill the air,
So long ago now,
But I still remember
How we fell in love at the Roseville fair,
How we fell in love at the Roseville fair.
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Wild Mountain Thyme
02:24
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Oh, the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows among the blooming heather
Will you go, lassie, go?
Chorus (repeated after each verse):
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All among the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain.
And on it I shall pile
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go?
And if my true love won't come,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All among the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
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Scarborough Fair
02:00
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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 no seams 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 lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And sow it all o'er with one peppercorn,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
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.
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Four Angels
02:53
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As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree,
The Angel of the Earth came down, and offered Earth in fee.
But Adam did not need it,
Nor the plough he would not speed it,
Singing:—“Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire?”
(The Apple Tree's in bud.)
As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree,
The Angel of the Waters offered all the Seas in fee.
But Adam would not take 'em,
Nor the ships he wouldn't make 'em,
Singing:—“Water, Earth and Air and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire?”
(The Apple Tree's in leaf.)
As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree,
The Angel of the Air he offered all the Air in fee.
But Adam did not crave it,
Nor the flight he wouldn't brave it,
Singing:—“Air and Water, Earth and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire?”
(The Apple Tree's in bloom.)
As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree,
The Angel of the Fire rose up and not a word said he.
But he wished a fire and made it,
And in Adam's heart he laid it,
Singing.—“Fire, fire, burning Fire,
Stand up and reach your heart's desire!”
(The Apple Blossom's set.)
As Adam was a-working outside of Eden-Wall,
He used the Earth, he used the Seas, he used the Air and all;
And out of black disaster
He arose to be the master
Of Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
But never reached his heart's desire!
(The Apple Tree's cut down.)
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Sweet Fanny Adams
03:31
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You parents dear, who love your little children,
Pray listen a while unto me.
I once had a daughter like an angel,
But now from all trouble she is free.
Twas on Saturday, the twenty-fourth of August,
My Fanny and her sister went to play
With another little girl, Minnie Warren,
Little thinking of danger on their way...
Shall I never see thee more, my dearest Fanny?
The child that I so fondly did love
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now she's in heaven above.
But soon they met with young Frederick Baker,
Who is a clerk in solitude, we hear
His parents, well-to-do and much respected
At Alton in the county of Hampshire.
Three halfpence the monster gave the children,
To go sweetmeats for to buy,
My Fanny by the hand he dragged, bewildered,
To the hollow as she bitterly did cry!
Shall I never see thee more, my dearest Fanny?
The child that I so fondly did love
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now she's in heaven above.
When the children came home without my Fanny,
The neighbours searched the fields all around.
In the hop-yard, the head with the eyes out,
And the left ear cut off upon the ground!
Both arms and one leg cut from the body,
All scattered about on the ground.
But far worse than this the fiend committed,
For some parts have never yet been found...
Shall I never see thee more, my dearest Fanny?
The child that I so fondly did love
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now she's in heaven above.
To think that he so cruelly misuse her,
My child, scarce eight years of age
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now he's lying silent in the grave.
Shall I never see thee more, my dearest Fanny?
The child that I so fondly did love
Was slain and cut to pieces by a villain,
But now she's in heaven above.
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They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and the heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
That there was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate
(They fear not the men in the woods
Because they see so few),
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods…
But there is no road through the woods.
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10. |
Let Union Be
02:21
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Come my lads, let us be jolly
Drive away dull melancholy,
For to grieve it is a folly
When we're met together.
Chorus (after each verse):
Let union be in all our hearts,
Let all our hearts be joined as one.
We'll end the day as we began,
We'll end it all in pleasure.
Whack-folla-rolla-rye, too-ra-lie-ro(3x)
When we're met together.
Solomon in all his glory
Told each wife a different story,
In our cups we'll sing him glory
When we're met together.
Eating and drinking are quite charming,
Smoking and piping there's no harm in.
All these things we'll delight in
When we're met together.
Grab the bottle as it passes,
Do not fail to fill your glasses.
Water drinkers are dull asses
When we're met together.
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The Brammel Kites England, UK
The Brammel Kites are an a capella folk duo from the South of England. They share a love of singing, walking and dry humour - but somehow they always end up singing about drinking or fairs...
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