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Nailmaker's Lament
02:36
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LYRICS:
The work is hard, the day is long
Come masters all and hear my song
Our labour is but all in vain - our wives and children we can't maintain.
In 1852 you broke our strike our union too
And now machines rule this fair land -
They are the curse of the poor labouring man.
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Smugglers Song
06:34
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LYRICS:
Oh my true love's a smuggler and he sails upon the sea
And I would I were a sea-man to go along with he.
To go along with he for the satins and the wine
And to run the tubs at Slapton where the stars do shine.
Hollands is a good drink when the nights grow cold,
And brandy is a good drink for them that do grow old.
There's lights up in the cliff top when the boats they are home-bound,
And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word it goes around.
Oh the king he is a proud man all in his grand red coat
But I do love a smuggler in his little fishing boat
For he runs the Mallin's lace and he spends his money free
And would I were a sea-man to go along with he.
For the Channel is his kingdom from England down to France
And he leads the revenue cutters a very merry dance
And when he comes ashore he confounds the excise men
And he leaves his boats safe moored and he comes to me again.
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Derby Ram
06:41
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LYRICS:
As I was going to Derby, Sir,
All on a market day,
I met the finest Ram, Sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day,
Fal-de-ral-de, daddle-i-day.
This Ram was fat behind, Sir,
This Ram was fat before,
This Ram was ten yards high, Sir,
Indeed he was much more.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
The wool upon his back, Sir,
Reached up unto the sky,
The Eagles made their nests there, Sir,
For I heard the young ones cry.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
The wool upon his belly, Sir,
It dragged upon the ground,
It was sold in Derby town, Sir,
For forty thousand pound.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
The space between his horns, Sir,
Was as far as a man could reach,
And there they built a pulpit
For the Parson there to preach.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
The teeth that were in his mouth, Sir,
Were like a regiment of men
The tongue that hung between them, Sir,
Would have dined them twice and again.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
This Ram jumped o'er a wall, Sir,
His tail caught on a briar,
It reached from Darby town, Sir,
And into Leicestershire.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
This Ram had four legs to walk on, Sir,
This Ram had four legs to stand,
And every leg he had, Sir,
Stood on an acre of land.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
The Butcher that killed this Ram, Sir,
Was drownded in the blood,
And the boy that held the pail, Sir,
Was carried away in the flood.
Daddle-i-day, &c.
Indeed, Sir, this is true, Sir,
I never was taught to lie,
And had you been to Derby, Sir,
You'd have seen it as well as I.
Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day,
Fal-de-ral-de, daddle-i-day.
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4. |
Katy Cruel
02:36
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LYRICS:
When I first came to town they called me the roving jewel
But now they've changed their tune, they call me Katy Cruel
Oh the diddle of the day, oh the riddle of the rightful day.
Through the woods I go
Through the bog and mire
Straightway down the road
Unto my heart's desire
Oh the diddle of the day, oh the riddle of the rightful day.
Oh that I was where I would be
Then would I be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Where I would be I cannot.
When I first came to town they bought me drinks a-plenty
But now they've changed their tune, they hand me bottles empty
Oh the diddle of the day, oh the riddle of the rightful day.
I know who I love
I know who must love me
I know where I'll go
And I know who'll go with me
Oh the diddle of the day, oh the riddle of the rightful day.
Oh that I was where I would be
Then would I be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Where I would be I cannot.
When I first came to town they called me the roving jewel
But now they've changed their tune - they call me Katy Cruel.
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Alula Down Hereford, UK
mark waters & kate gathercole. explorations using folk song, collage, improvisation and field recording.
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