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Bonnie George Campbell
03:52
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High upon highland, and low upon tae
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day
Saddled and bridled all gallant to see,
Home come his good horse, never came he
Down ran his old mother greeting full sore
And out ran his bonnie bride, reeving her hair
My meadow lies green and my corn is unshorn
My barn is tae bigg, my baby's unborn
Saddled and bridled and booted rode he
A plume to his helmet, a sword at his knee
But toom come his saddle, all bloody to see
Home come his good horse, never came he
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I Drew My Ship
05:11
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I drew my ship into a harbour
I drew it up, where my true love lay
I drew it close by to her window
To listen what my love did say
Who's there who knocks loud at my window?
Who's there, who's there and would be in?
It's me your sweetheart, who loves you dearly
Open up, love, and let me in
So slowly, slowly got she up
And slowly, slowly came she down
But fore she got her door unlocked,
Her love had already come, and gone
Come back, come back my own dear lover,
Come back, come back all to my side
I never did grieve you, nor yet deceive you
Come back, and I'll be your bride
He's brisk and braw, he's far away
He's far beyond that yon raging main
Where fishers dancing and dark eyes glancing
Have made him fair forget his ain
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Lay Me Low
03:03
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Lay me low
Lay me low
Lay me low
Where no-one can find me
Where no-one can see me
Where no-one can hurt me
Show me the way
Help me to say all that I need to
All that I needed you gave me
All that I wanted you made me
When I stumbled, you saved me
Lay me low
Lay me low
Lay me low
Where no-one can find me
Where no-one can see me
Where no-one can hurt me
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The Captain's Apprentice
02:39
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A boy to me was bound apprentice
because his parents were so poor
I took him form St James's workhouse
All for to sail on the Spanish shore
One day, this boy he did offend me
yet nothing to him did I say
But straight way to my yardarm I dragged him
And kept him there until the very next day
His hands and feet they fell toward me
His arms and legs hung down likewise
And with my marlin spike I killed him
Because I could not bare to hear his cries
Twas then my men they did reject me
because that i` had done such wrong
And in my cabin, they close confined me
And bound me down in irons strong
To London town they then did bring me
And here lay I condemned to die
If I had by my men been ruled
It might have saved the poor boy's life, and mine
You captains bold, who sail the ocean
And have got servants to wait on thee
I beg you never, never ill treat them
For you plainly see it's been the death of me
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My Coffin Shall Be Black
02:42
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My coffin shall be black
Four little angels at my back
Two to watch and two to pray
And two to carry my soul away
Ding dong the parson's bell
Very well my brother
I shall be buried in the old churchyard
Along with my dear mother
When I am dead and in my grave
And all my bones are rotten
Jesus Christ will come again
When I am quite forgotten
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Dalesman's Litany
06:40
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From Hull, and Halifax, and Hell, good lord deliver me
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Handsome Meadow Boy
05:33
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All the girls of the town are all gathered around
To see the handsome meadow boy
And nobody knows why they hold their breath
When he comes round their way
Their flimsy barriers, he divides, without harm
And likewise their river, he equally charms
September sees him all alone, just a rolling stone
So come ye stout October winds
Come with all your power
Come with all your beauty blown
All the sweet leaves of September
And tho the hand of charity is gentle as a dove
still the handsome meadow boy, he never wants for love
he gives away all his secrets, that lay deep beneath the skin
and perhaps that’s why the girls all cry, and want to follow him
so come you stout october winds,
come with all your power
come with all your beauty blown, all the sweet leaves of september
and lying down in a northern town, with his face against the pane
he’s looking at those he left behind, to stand out in the rain
their faces changed or re-arranged, all because they could not run
they’re married to their dark haired girls and they’re bringing up their sons
his nothing is his everything he cannot change for all
he's living off a legacy that's left for those who fall
and every night he dreams a tear and in every one there's joy
though the clothes are thin and the chances slim for the handsome meadow boy
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Fair Annie
06:20
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Comb back your hair, fair Annie, he said
Comb it back into your crown
For you must live a maiden’s life
When I bring my new bride home
Oh how can I look maiden like?
When maiden I am none
For six fair sons have I had by you
And a seventh coming on
Oh you will bake my bread, he said
And you will keep my home
And you will welcome my lady gay,
When I bring my bridal home
And on the door he’s hung a silken towel
Pinned by a silver pin
That fair Annie she might wipe her eyes
As she went out and in
Now six months gone and nine coming on
And she thought the time wore long
And she’s taken a spyglass all in her hand
And up to the tower she has gone
She has looked east, she has looked west
She has looked all under the sun
And who should she see but Lord Thomas
All bringing of his bridal home
So she has called for her seven sons
By one, by two, by three
And she has said to her eldest
Oh come tell me what you see
He has looked east, he has looked west
He has looked all under the sun
And who should he see, but his father dear
He was bringing of his new bride home
So its shall I dress in green? she said,
Or shall I dress in black?
Or shall I go down to the raging main
And send my soul to wrack?
Well you need not dress in green he said
Nor you need not dress in black
But throw you wide the great hall door
And welcome my father back
So it’s welcome home, Lord Thomas, she said
And you’re welcome unto me
And welcome, welcome, your merry men all
That you brought across the sea
And she’s served them with the best of the wine
Yes she’s served them all round
But she drunk water from the well
For to keep her spirits down
And she’s waited upon them all the live long day
And she thought the time all long
And she’s taken her flutes all in her hand
And up to her bower she has gone
And she’s fluted east, she has fluted west,
And she’s fluted loud and shrill
She wished that her sons were seven grey hounds
And her a wolf on the hill
Then come downstairs, the new bride said
Oh come down stairs to me
And tell me the name of your father dear
And I’ll tell mine to thee
Well King Douglas it was my father’s name
And Queen Chathan was my mother
And sweet Mary she was my sister dear
And Prince Henry was my brother
If King Douglas was your father dear
And Queen Chathan was your mother
Then I’m sure that I am your sister dear
As Prince Henry is your brother
And I have seven ships out on the sea
They are loaded to the brim
And six of them will I give to you
And one for to carry me home
Yes six of them will I give to you
When we’ve had Lord Thomas burned
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9. |
I'm Bound Away
05:30
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For the sake of you, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
For the sake of you, me lassie
I’m bound away
Far across the sea, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
Far across the sea, me lassie
I’m bound away
Gold to win for you, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
Gold to win for you, me lassie
I’m bound away
Going to fight for you, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
Going to fight for you, me lassie
I’m bound away
Stormy seas run high, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie – [CRESCENDO]
Stormy seas run high, me lassie
I’m bound away
Think on me each day, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
Think on me each day, me lassie
I’m bound away
For the sake of you, me lassie
I’m bound away, me lassie
For the sake of you, me lassie
I’m bound away
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10. |
Three Score and Ten
05:21
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Three Score and Ten
And it’s three-score-and-ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town,
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned,
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.
Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails alee,
As down the Humber they do glide all bound for the great north sea.
Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave,
Setting out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave.
And it’s three-score-and-ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town,
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned,
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.
Methinks I see them yet again as they leave the land behind,
Casting their nets into the sea, those fishing shoals to find.
Methinks I see them yet again and all on board’s alright,
With the sails close-reefed and the decks cleared up and the sidelights burning bright
And it’s three-score-and-ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town,
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned,
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.
October’s night was such a sight, as never seen before,
There were masts and spars and broken yards came floating to our shore.
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave,
There was many a hearty fisher lad who found a watery grave.
And it’s three-score-and-ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town,
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned,
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
They long to fight that bitter night and battle with the swell.
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