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Martinmastime
06:38
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It fell out upon one Martinmastime, when snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here, to take up their winter quarters
Oh they rode north and they rode south, and they rode o'er the border
And there they met with a nice little girl, and she was a farmer's daughter
Oh they made her swear a solemn oath, with a salt tear in her eye-oh
That she would come to the quarter gates, when no one did her spy-oh
So she's gone to the barbershop, to the barbershop went soon-oh
She's made them cut her long yellow hair, as short as any dragoon-oh
And then she went to the tailorshop to dress in soldiers' clothes-oh
With two long pistols down by her side, a nice little boy was she-oh
Then she went to the quarter gates, and loudly she does call-oh
"There comes a troop of soldiers here, and we must have lodgings all-oh"
And the quartermaster he comes down and gives her half a crown-oh
"Go find your lodgings in the town, for here there is no room-oh"
So she's gone nearer to the gates, and louder she does call-oh
"Room, ROOM!! You gentleman, we must have lodgings all-oh"
And the quartermaster, he comes down and gives her eighteen pence-oh
"Go find your lodgings in the town, for tonight there comes a wench-oh"
So she grabbed the whistle from her side and she blows it loud and shrill-oh
"You're all very free with your eighteen pence, but you're not for a girl at all-oh"
Then she grabbed the garters from her knees and the ribbons from her hair-oh
She's tied them 'round the quarter gates, as a token she's been there-oh
And when they found that it was her, they tried to have her taken
So she's clapped her spurs to her horse's side, and galloped home a maiden.
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2. |
Far Hills of Canada
05:57
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3. |
Beeswing
05:46
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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
There were hawks against the doves
I took a job in a steamie,
down on Cauldron street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said “as long as there’s no price on love, I’d stay,
And you wouldn’t want me any other way”
Brown hair zig-zagged around her face
Like a look of half-surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said “Oh man, oh can’t you see,
I’m not the factory kind
If you don’t take me away from here
I’ll surely lose my mind”
She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said “as long as there’s no price on love, I’d stay
And you wouldn’t want me any other way”
We busked around the market town
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker knives and pots and kettles wherever we went
And I said that we should get settled down,
Have a few acres dug,
Fire burning in the hearth and
babies on the rug
She said “oh man, you foolish man,
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world,
You won’t own me as well”
We was camping down the gower one time,
The work was pretty good
She said we shouldn’t wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days
Tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool, I let her run
With her rambling itch
Well the last I heard, she’s sleeping rough
Back on the derby beat
A white horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once,
A man named Romany Brown,
But even a roving caravan
Was too much settling down
And they say her flower’s faded now
Hard weather and hard booze,
But maybe that’s just the price you pay
For the chains that you refuse
She is a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
And I miss her more than ever words can say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now,
If I could hold her in my arms today,
Well I wouldn’t want her any other way
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Westward from the Davis Strait
'Tis there 'twas said to lie
A sea route to the Orient
For which so many died
Seeking gold and glory,
Leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones
Chorus:
Ah, for just one time
I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin
Reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line
Through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea
Three centuries thereafter
I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelsey
Where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me
And behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer
Driving hard across the plain
And through the night, behind the wheel
The mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie,
David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts
And did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea
How then am I so different
From the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life
I threw it all away
To seek a Northwest Passage
At the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again
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5. |
The Coalminer
02:52
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6. |
Here I Am Amongst Ye
02:33
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Here I am amongst ye
And I’m here because I’m here
And I’m only twelve months older than I was this time last year
Oh never throw a brick at a drowning man
When you’re near to a grocer’s store
Just throw him a cake of sunshine soap for to wash himself ashore
Oh the more one has, the more one wants
The same I don’t think true
For I never met a man with one black eye who was wishin that he had two
Oh it’s early to bed and early to rise,
The same I don’t think true
For how in the hell can a man go to bed when he has none to go to?
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7. |
Hendon Road
03:53
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8. |
Smoking in Bed
02:56
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I am the auld ghost of the woman who died
On the bed that you sleep in tonight
If you don’t mind me I’ll have a smoke
It helps me put out the lights
If you see me here darling don’t be quare
Surely having a little auld puff
You know all the best, ye can’t get rest
Lest you have a peck of the snuff
My name’s Marjorie, back in 1903
When I was pulling the cart
I met me fate one terrible night
When hauling the wheat from the farm
The woods were mad and the wind was sad
And the creek gave an awful groan
The horse ran off and kicked me jaw
And I croaked once it carried me home
I turn on the telifís sometimes
when I get bored at night
I think I gave the maître d'
once a scary sight
You’ll hear me here when I walk the stairs
Or maybe when opening doors
I don’t mean harm or to alarm
But amusements here are poor
So would you believe it when I say
It’s no walk in the park as a ghost
You get more bored than a prisoner
And you’re busier than a host
Oh sorry to wake you, my gentleman
Do you have a light my dear?
Then she arose, walked through the wall
And I watched her disappear
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9. |
Calliope House
06:20
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10. |
Hares on the Mountain
05:58
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Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing,
Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing,
She smiled and replied, "you don't know what you're missing".
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you,
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you,
She smiled and replied, "then you'd say I misled you".
If the young men could sing like blackbirds, like thrushes,
If the young men could sing like blackbirds, like thrushes,
How many young girls would go beating the bushes?
If all you young men were fish in the water,
If all you young men were fish in the water,
How many young girls would undress and dive after?
If all you young men were hares on the mountain,
If all you young men were hares on the mountain,
How many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
But the young men are given to frisking and fooling,
But the young men are given to frisking and fooling,
So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling.
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11. |
Wild Mountain Thyme
04:45
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Oh the summertime is comin, and the trees are sweetly bloomin
And the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together, to pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build me love a tower, near yon pure and crystal fountain
And on it I will pile, all the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will wander barren pines, to the charmed valley dreary
To return with 'er spoils, to the bower o' my dearie
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Oh my sweetheart if I'm gone, would you surely find another
Would you pluck mountain thyme, all around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together, to pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
[x3]
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Faoileán New Jersey
Faoileán [FWEEL-AWN] is an Irish word that translates to “seagull”, and also refers to “one who circles or spins; wild one”. The latter definition describes this musical trio’s sonic style, as they contribute to the thriving contemporary Irish trad scene by lending their original music as well as a fresh perspective on tunes emanating from Ireland throughout history. ... more
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