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Higher Germanie
03:49
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Well, dearest Polly, the war has now begun
And I must march along by the beating of the drum
Come dress yourself in all your best and sail away with me
I'll take you to the wars my love in higher Germanie
I'll buy my Polly a pony, and on it she will ride
I'll buy my Polly a pony to ride all by my side
We'll stop in every alehouse, we'll drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one each other and be married by-and-by
It's when I'll get to Plymouth town, a bed for you I'll have
It shall be covered in roses and roses shall be red
And when your baby it is born and smiling on your knee
You'll remember lovely William in higher Germanie
So, dearest Polly, the war has now begun
And I must march along by the beating of the drum
Come dress yourself in all your best and sail away with me
I'll take you to the wars my love in higher Germanie
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2. |
Milder and Mulder
04:33
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Oh where are you going, says Milder to Mulder?
Oh where are you going, says Milder to Mulder?
Ble rwyt ti'n mynd, medda Rhisiart wrth Robin
_____ [Where are you going, says Richard to Robin]
Ble rwyt ti'n mynd, medda Dibin wrth Dobin
_____ [Where are you going, says Dibbin to Dobbin]
Ble rwyt ti'n mynd, medda Jon
_____ [Where are you going, says John]
Ble rwyt ti'n mynd, medda'r Nefar Biond...
_____ [Where are you going, says the never beyond...]
Oh where are you going, says Milder to Mulder?
We may not tell you, says Fessel to Foe,
We're off to the wood, says John the Red Nose
We're off to the wood, says John the Red Nose
[remaining verses follow the same naming pattern]
Rwy'n mynd tua'r coed, medda Rhisiart wrth Robin...
_____ [We're off to the wood, says Richard to Robin]
And what will you do there says Milder to Mulder...
We'll hunt the Cutty Wren says John the Red Nose...
Be wnei di yno medde Rhisiart wrth Robin...
_____ [What will you do there, says Richard to Robin]
And how will you shoot her says Milder to Mulder...
With bows and with arrows says John the Red Nose...
Hela'r Dryw Bach medda Rhisiart wrth Robin...
_____ [We'll hunt the Cutty Wren, says Richard to Robin]
And who'll get the spare ribs says milder to Mulder...
The lords and the ladies says John the Red Nose...
Oh that will not do says Milder to Mulder,
What will do then, says Fessel to Foe,
We'll give 'em all to the poor says John the Red Nose,
Give 'em all to the poor says John the Red Nose
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3. |
O Wake O Wake
04:01
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O wake o wake, 'tis almost day
O wake you drowsy sleeper
O you have stole my heart away
O wake you cruel creature
O hush o hush, make not a sound,
Or you will wake my mother
No songs of love she'll let me hear
So go and court another
Just there she lies, in natural rest
And swears she'll kill my lover
She has a dagger in her hand
I beg you not a whisper
I pray you leave, and spend your days
All in some lonesome valley
I pray you neither sing nor speak
Until i can be with you
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4. |
Tarry Trousers
03:49
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As I walked out one midsummer morning
The weather being both fine and clear
Who should I meet but a tender mother
Talking to her daughter dear
"Daughter, I would have you marry,
Live no longer a single life,"
She says "Mother, I'd rather tarry
For my sailor boy so bright,"
"Daughter! They are given to roaming,
Into foreign countries they do go
They will leave you broken-hearted
That will prove your overthrow."
...I'll dress myself in sailor's clothing
No foreign dangers will I fear
When we're in the height of battle,
I'll protect my sailor dear.
Hark, the big guns, they do rattle
The small guns they do make their noise
When we're in the height of battle
I'll cry fight on, fight on my boys!
Mother would have me wed a tailor,
And rob me of my heart's delight
But give me the lad whose tarry trousers
Shine to me like the diamonds bright!
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5. |
Cold Blows the Wind
04:46
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Cold blows the wind tonight dear love
and cold the drops of rain
I never had but one sweetheart -
in greenwood she was slain dear love
and in greenwood she was laid
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
for twelvemonth and a day
When twelvemonth and a day is done
my love from yonder speaks
"Why weep you here upon my grave?
what is it that you want from me
and will not let me sleep?"
"One final kiss from your cold clay lips
is all I ask of thee..."
"My lips are not of life dear love
my breath is earthly still
if you do lay your lips on mine
your time will not be long dear love
tomorrow or today..."
"Back to this earth I give my soul
I'll kiss your lips of clay"
"When will we meet again dear love
when will us two be near"
"When oaken leaves do fall from trees
when they're withered up and gone dear love
when withered up so brown
when you and I and all the world
are laid into the ground"
Cold blows the wind tonight dear love
and cold the drops of rain
I never had but one sweetheart
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6. |
Little Blue Flame
02:06
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All under the stars and beneath the green tree
All over the sward and along the cold lea
A little blue flame a-fluttering came
It came from the graveyard for you or for me
All under the stars and along the green lane
Unslaked by the dew and unquenched by the rain
A little blue flame a-fluttering came
Oh I would oh I would 'twere the dawn of the day
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7. |
Lonely Willow Tree
04:58
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*Hey, lie you down
*Hey, lie you down, you,
*Sink you, lie you down you, drown you...
"Go fetch me gold - your father's gold,
Go fetch your mother's fee,
I'll carry you to the northern land,
And it's there I'll marry thee.
I am a lord in the northern land
Of townlands twenty-three;
And you will be lady of them all,
If you will ride with me."
So he's got on and she's got on,
And fast as they could flee,
Until they came to that water's side
By the lonely willow tree.
Light off, light off from thy milk-white steed,
And stand before the sea;
Six pretty maiden's I've drowned here
The seventh you shall be
*Hey, lie you down
*Hey, lie you down, you,
*Sink you, lie you down you, drown you...
Take off your rings, take off your jewels
And lay them down for me
Take off your robes, they are too fine
For to rot in the salt of the sea
Turn round, turn round, turn you false young man
And look to the leaf of the tree
For 'tis not fit for a man like you
A naked woman to see
So round about he turned himself
And looked to the leaf of the tree
She quickly grasped him with both her arms
And she cast him in the sea
Lie there lie there lie you false young man
Lie there instead of me
Six pretty maidens you've drowned here
now keep them company
Six pretty maidens you've drowned here
And the seventh has drowned thee
So down he sank that false young man
He sank down in the sea
And there was no-one to mourn him
Save for that lonely willow tree
*Hey, lie you down
*Hey, lie you down, you,
*Sink you, lie you down you, drown you...
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8. |
Bobbie Allen
06:03
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It was in and about the Martinmas time
When the green leaves were falling
That Sir John the Graham from the north country
Fell in love with Bobbie Allen
He sent his man about the town
To the place where she was dwelling
"Come down, come down, to my master dear,
Can your name be Bobbie Allen?"
Slowly, slowly, she's got up,
And it's slowly she's got to him
And when she came to his bedside
Said "Young man, I think you're dying."
"Oh I'm sick, and I'm sick, and I'm very sick,
And it's all for Bobbie Allen,
It's better for me if you'd never been,
Cruel-hearted Bobbie Allen"
"When you were in the tavern, sir,
And at the wine were swilling,
You made the toast go round and round,
And you slighted Bobbie Allen."
He's turned his face unto the wall
For death was with him dealing
"Farewell, farewell, my good friends all,
But be kind to Bobbie Allen.
... And put your hand against my side,
It's there you'll find a token
Take my gold watch and my gold ring
And give them to Bobbie Allen
... And put your hand against my side,
It's there you'll find a wound,
It's there you'll find my blood-soaked sack
For i bled for Bobbie Allen."
She had not gone a step, a step
When she heard the death bell knolling
And every clack that death bell gave
It said woe to Bobbie Allen
"Mother, come and make my bed,
You'd make it soft and narrow,
My love has died for me this tide,
I'll die for him the morrow."
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9. |
Ei Di'r Deryn Du
03:39
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Ei di'r deryn du _________[Blackbird, will you go?]
To my dearest love?
A chwais or gangen gu _________[Seek far for my dear girl]
For I'm so deep in love
Ei gwallt yn felyn aur _________[Her hair is golden yellow]
Just like a ring of gold
Y phryd fel eira gwyn ___________[Her face is like white snow]
The truth it must be told
Ni welaf yn un man _________[Nowhere can I see]
Such a maiden in my sight
A'r ferch or lan liw _________[As this fair girl of colour]
She is a beauty bright
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Solarference UK
Solarference is vocalists & sound artists Nic Janaway and Sarah Owen, combining traditional folk songs with innovative electronic sound-manipulation: intense live energy, unearthly but warm, lyrical and organic sound-worlds.
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