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William Taylor
04:16
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I'll sing you a song about two true lovers
From Southampton town they came
The young man's name was William Taylor
The young lass's name was Sarah Jane
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Fol the diddle um, day oh a ride oh
Fol the diddle um, dum a dair rye day
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Going to church for to get married
Sarah was dressed in rich array
William knew that he loved another
So he fled and went to sea
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3
Sarah dressed in sailor's clothing
Sailor's clothing she put on
She's gone to find her own true lover
For to find him she has gone
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4
On the ship there was a battle
She was one among the rest
Her jacket quickly fell to pieces
Sailors spied a lady dressed
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5
The captain asked what brought her here
And to him well she did say
"I've come to find my own cruel William
He left on our wedding day"
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6
"If your lover's William Taylor
It happens that I know him well
He's living with a rich young lassie
In the Isle of Man they dwell"
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"Rise up early in the morning
And walk down by the silvery strand
There you'll find your own cruel William
Walking and holding his lover's hand"
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8
Sarah rose in the morning early
A brace of pistols she did command
She fired and she shot her William Taylor
With his bride at his right hand
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9
Then the captain was well pleased
He was well pleased by what she done
Soon she became a bold commander
Of the captain and his men
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The Tale of Tam Lin
05:28
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I forbid you maidens all, that wear gold in your hair
To travel down to Carter Haugh, for young Tam Lin is there
Them that go by Carter Haugh, but they leave him a pledge
Either their mantels of green, or else their maidenhead
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Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
And she's gone straight to Carter Haugh as fast as go can she
She doth pull up the double rose, a rose but only two
And then up came young Tam Lin, says "lady pull no more"
"And why you come to Carter Haugh without command from me?"
"I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee"
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Then up spoke her father dear, and he spoke meek and mild
"Well alas Janet", he said, "I think you go with child"
"Well if that be so", Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame
There's not a knight in all your halls shall get the baby's name"
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"Oh tell to me, Tam Lin" she said, "why came you here to dwell?"
"The Queen of Fairies caught me when from my horse I fell
But tonight it is Halloween and the fairy court it rides
Those that would let true love win, at Miles Cross they must hide"
"First let pass the horses black and then let pass the brown
Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down"
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"They will turn me in your arms to a newt or to a snake
Hold me tight and fear not, I'm the father of your babe
And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold
Hold me tight and fear not, and you will love your child"
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And in the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring
She heeded what he said, and young Tam Lin did win
Then up spoke the Fairy Queen, and an angry queen was she
"Woe betide her ill-fared face, an ill death may she die".
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The Barley and the Rye
03:55
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It's of an old country farmer living in the West Country
And he had the prettiest little wife that you ever did see
She had no money, wealth or jewellery, but the farmer did imply
That they'd both be well provided for by the barley and the rye
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Now the farmer being elderly soon did tire of new wedded life
So he passed his time working and neglected his wife
Well a young laddie came a courting her when the old man wasn't nigh
And it's oft times they'd take a tumble 'mongst the barley and the rye
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Well the old man woke in the morning, and he found himself all alone
He looked out of his window, saw his wife in the corn
And a young laddie lay beside her, which caused the man to cry
He said "wife, wife I wonder at you for the spoiling of our rye"
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"Oh husband" she cried, "oh husband, it's the like I've never done before
And if you've got one friend love, I've another in store
He's a friend love who'd not desert you if you would him employ
He's got money enough love to pay for both the barley and the rye"
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Well the farmer took on the young lad for his working day it was long
And nine months being over, his pretty wife bore a son
And as she sat and nursed the child, she wondered by and by
Was the baby born for the farmer or the barley and the rye?
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Panchpuran
03:53
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If you'll listen, I'd like to tell you all about my life
At barely sixteen, I left my homeland
Crossed the seas for Dover's chalky cliffs
Strathnaver docked in cascading rain
With tearful eyes, my mind went back to India
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National Railways employed my father
Mother ran the house
The job moved bases almost yearly
She found friends, and an ayah for the babe
I lived nine months of the year at school
My second family, that's how it was in India
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We were known as Anglo-Indians
European Asian blood
Dark or light skinned, and our language
A panchpuran of Hindi / English words
Independence forced us all to leave
Farewell to loved ones left behind in India
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In New Brighton we lodged with family
Sleeping in one room
Mum had never boiled a kettle
Never cleaned a floor or cooked our food
It was months before dad found a job
Experience counts for nothing from India
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I hated England and missed Darjeeling
I cried every day
My little sister lost all her Hindi
She became our family's foreign child
And the rations here were strict and small
I pined for burfi and the taste of India
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Well fifty years how fast they travel
Yet our culture remains
Friends from home live here in London
We meet often, call them every day
But the young ones they are English now
Shaped by your green hills and motorways
Still we share with them our roots in India
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Silver Whistle
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Who will play the silver whistle
Now the pipes no longer sound
Hi ri iu illio, Hi ri iu illio
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Pipers once lamented slowly
Fiddlers reel and jig no more
Hi ri iu illio, Hi ri iu illio
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At the dance you'll hear them singing
Feet will tap and fingers drum
Hi ri iu illio, Hi ri iu illio
Low down In The broom
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It was last Monday morning, the day appointed was
For me to go down to the broom to meet my own true love
So bright and pleasant was the day he bore my company
And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me
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I looked over my left shoulder to see what I could see
And there I spied my own true love come running down to me
His heart so brisk and bonny to bear my company
And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me
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I took hold of his hand and gaily sang my heart
And now that we're together I know we never shall part
Oh no, my love no never, such a thing could never be
And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me
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6. |
Rocking the Cradle
04:20
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As I was walking one fine summers morning
Down by a clear river I walked all alone
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
About rocking a cradle and the child not his own
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Hi ho, hi ho, hi laddie lie easy
Perhaps your own daddy will never be known
I'm sitting here and sighing and rocking a cradle
And nursing a baby that's none of my own
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A year has gone by since I first met your mother
I thought like a fool that I was blessed with a wife
But I find to my sorrow, my grief and vexation
She has proved to be torture and plague to my life
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3
She goes out every night to a ball or a party
And leaves me here rocking the cradle alone
This innocent baby, he calls me his daddy
It's little that he knows that he's none of my own
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Well, my wife she comes in at the heel of the evening
She calls to me smartly the kettle put down
She sits at her table and soon she'll be drinking
Crying cuckold, where are you come and rock the child sound
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5
So come all you young men that's inclined to be married
Take my advice, leave the women alone
For it's by the Lord, Harry, if ever you marry
You're sure to be rocking a cradle alone
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The Hexham Lad
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Hey for the buff and the blue, hey for the cap and the feather
Hey for the bonny lad true that lives in Hexhamshire
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Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
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His father loves him well, his mother loves him better
I love the lad mysel' but alas we are not together
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3
O this love this love, of this love I'm weary
Sleep I can get none for thinking on my dearie
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The Blackleg Miner
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It's early in the evening after dark
When the black leg miner creeps to work
With dirty trousers and moleskin shirt
Goes the dirty blackleg miner
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They'll take their picks and down they'll go
For to hew the coal that lies below
But there's never a woman in the Langton Row
That'll look at a blackleg miner
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Never go near the Seghill mine
For across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
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And Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And all around the heath they run a foot race
For to catch the blackleg miner
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You can take your picks and your duds as well
And hoy them down the pit of hell
Down you go and fare you well
You dirty blackleg miner
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So join the union while you may
Don't wait 'til your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
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8. |
Loving Hannah
05:14
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I went to church on Sunday, my true love passed me by
I knew her mind had altered by the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye, by the roving of her eye
I knew her mind had altered by the roving of her eye
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My love she's fair and proper, her hands are neat and small
And she is quite good looking, and that's the best of all
And that's the best of all, and that's the best of all
And she is quite good looking, and that's the best of all
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Oh Hannah, loving Hannah, come give to me your hand
You said if you would marry, that I would be the man
That I would be the man, that I would be the man
You said if you would marry, that I would be the man
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I'll go down by the river when everyone's asleep
And think of loving Hannah, and then lay down and weep
And then lay down and weep, and then lay down and weep
And think of loving Hannah, and then lay down and weep
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9. |
Tuney Song Set
04:12
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(1) Inis Dhún Rámha
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King of the universe! Take me to Ennis
Or west to Inis Dhún Rámha
By the banks of the Finne or the sea
To spy the ships going sailing
Tired we be and all on our own
And only the branches surround us
All would say we are perfect together
Like lovers Diarmad and Gráinne
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Last night my love appeared in my dream
As though she were in my arms
A maiden fair as snow as it falls
Or dusk sky at midsummer
Were she standing here by my side
We could be wedded this very morn
Her honey lips would cure my sickness
And bring health back to my body.
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If we were one, no dowry I'd need
Of horses, sheep or jewels
Only my true love sitting down next to me
Smiling, sweetly laughing
Radiant too are her rosy cheeks
And eyes that glimmer like sapphires
I tell no lies, but truly I state
That she is the finest of maidens
(2) Show Me The Way To Wallington
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Oh you cannyman oh, show me the way to Wallington
I've a mare to ride, and she's a trick o' the galloping
I have a lassie beside that winna give o-er a walloping
Oh, cannyman oh, show me the way to Wallington
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Sandy, keep on the road, that's the way to Wallington
O'er by Bingfield Kame and then the banks of the Hallington
Thru by Bavington Syke, and in ye go to Wallington
Whether ye gallop or trot ye're on the road to Wallington
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Off he went like the wind, clattering o'er to Wallington
O'er by Bingfield Kame, and past the banks of the Hallington
Thru by Bavington Syke, the mare couldn't trot for galloping
Now my dear lassie I'll see, I'm on my way to Wallington
(3) The Devil And The Farmer's Wife
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There was an old farmer in Hexham did dwell
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
He had an old wife and she gave him hell
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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Lera, Lera, Lilli burlera, Lilli burlera bullen a lo
Lera, Lera, Lilli burlera, Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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The devil he came to him at the plough
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
I want your wife and I want her now
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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The devil he hoisted her up on his hump
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
And down into hell with her he did jump
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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Two little devils were playing with chains
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
She took up a stick and knocked out their brains
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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5
The devil he hoisted her back on his hump
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
And back to earth with her he did jump
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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Now I've been a devil the whole of my life
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
I never knew hell 'til I met your wife
Lilli burlera bullen a lo
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10. |
Stor Mo Chroi
03:21
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Stór mo Chroí, when you're far away
From the home you'll soon be leaving
And it's many a time by night and day
Your heart will be sorely grieving
The strangers' land might be bright and fair
And rich in treasures golden
You'll pine I know for long long ago
And the love that's never olden
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And you'll go on the Lady Anne o hi
On the Lady Anne o ho,
In the grey evening light
O'er the waves let her go
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Stór mo Chroí, in the strangers' land
There's plenty of wealth and wearing
Whilst gems adorn the rich and the grand
There are faces with hunger tearing
The dreary road is so hard to tread
And their city lights may blind you
You'll pine I know for long long ago
And the family left behind you
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11. |
Goin' Back
03:41
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Bill Jones UK
Bill Jones is an acclaimed UK folksinger, songwriter and musician (piano and
accordion).
New album Wonderful Fairytale was released on 1st May 2019 after a 15 year break.
Bill's previous recordings, from 2000-2003 but still fresh and relevant today, are all available here.
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