1. |
Crystal Tears
04:54
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They came upon
The lovers all
Boumd to their cause
And never leave
I’m spared for what
Year of this all
I’ll weep a bowl
Of crystal tears
Three offers called
No flowers at all
He gave to me
Go weep the willow tree
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2. |
Back Of The Hatch
01:32
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What ails thee?
Bring forth this ghost
This visit upon thy countenance
This pale copy
Only you can fix your deficits
The thing is, your spells don’t work on me
Have another go
I’ll wait
Bring forth your worries
Your cares and obligations
Let’s have them all out on show
An honest fight
You see your trials and tribulations mean nothing to others
It’s your words and deeds that matter
And let me tell you
They speak volumes
I present to you
Several episodes
Periods of time in which to think
Whatever you want
You could always do that
Right.
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3. |
A Thousand Pokes
03:27
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I must my master every day
Full of failings and mistakes
And bring him of a thousand pokes
In syllables and words that spoke
Done in order when you re(a)d
And in singing what you said
I record it to repeat
Or else I am-be sorely beat
I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I’ll read them all one by one
The one who errors they forget
But The-collector does not yet
Keeping busy surely stored
To-accuse the souls-there more
Wherefore-it is we like to pence
Cos-all the haste and-negligence
In order to put remedy
Against offenders as they be
I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I’ll read them all one by one
The liar with his hairy tongue
Rabbles up their service done
And leaves-not much-other choice
To-do well in another voice
Better not you syncopate
Or your words I’ll have to take
Mispronounce your mumbled chat
We’ll be having none of that
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I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I’ll read them all one by one
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4. |
Burnt Walk
02:45
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We’re born to walk on rotten ground
Be still don’t make a sound
Oh we’ll never find our hope
Oh we’ll never find our road
Oh we’ll never ever know
What they did be the bough
For the piece
What they know
In the end
Burn it down
Fire they come
Make it go
Oh we’ll never find our hope
Oh we’ll never find our road
Oh we’ll never ever know
What they did we don’t know
They are many we are low
Oh we’ll never find our hope
Oh we’ll never find our road
Oh we’ll never ever know
What they did
Never said
Still they mark
Where we tread
Who will stand
For us all
Free us now
Let us go
Oh we’ll never find our hope
Oh we’ll never find our road
Oh we’ll never ever know
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5. |
Lavender
02:08
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Oh won’t you buy my sweet blooming lavender
For there are sixteen blue branches a penny
You ladies come and make no delay
Our lavender’s fresh for you once every day
It’ll scent your clothes
And your pocket hankerchiefs
It’ll keep the moth from your clothing
So come along, and make no delay
Our lavender’s fresh for you once every day
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6. |
The Cramp
01:46
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Lenten stuff is come to the town
The cleansing week comes quickly
You know well enough you must kneel down
Come on, take ashes trickly
That neither are good flesh nor fish
But dip with Judas in the dish
And keep a root not worth a rish, a rish
Herring, herring, white and red
Seek out such as be rotten
Though some be hanged, and some be dead
And some be yet forgotten,
The time will come the discipline rod,
Though idols dum make many odd,
Will firk out some that fear not God, not God
Wallfleet oysters, salt and green,
Are trim meats to be eaten
Trusty subjects to their queen
Need never to be beaten.
And a salad, sure exceeds,
And must procure digestion needs,
That’s picked so pure it has no weeds, no weeds
New place, new, at every tide,
This is the common craving
In every place let them be tried,
That are of ill behaving
For such as of beyond say smell,
The come too far to savour well,
As I hear the common people tell, they tell
And as this lent time many seeks
For herbs and salads dainty,
I never in my life saw leeks
In every place so plenty.
For every man likes what he lust,
And as he likes he puts his trust,
So few or none be like be just, be just
Of nettles likewise there be store
In salads at this season
For men be nettled more and more,
With paltry passing reason
And sum upon a nettle piss,
That see not where the nettle is
And many a-one finds fault at this, at this
Then Jack-a-lent comes jostling in,
With the headpiece of a herring,
And says, "repent you of your sin,
For shame, sirs, lay your swearing."
And to Palm Sunday does he ride,
With sprouts and herrings by his side,
And makes an end of Lenten tide, the tide.
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7. |
Cracks
03:47
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You Master Colliers pray draw near,
And listen to my Report;
My Grief is great, for though of late,
Two Ladies I chanc’d to Court:
Who did meet me on Tower Hill,
Their Beauties I did behold :
Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,
And plunder'd me of my Gold.
I'll tell you how it came to pass,
This sorrowful Story is thus:
Of Guineas bright a glorious Sight,
I held in a Cat-skin Purse:
The value of near Fourscore Pounds,
As good as e'er I had told,
Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,
And plunder'd me of my Gold.
I saw two poor distressed Men,
Who lay upon Tower-Hill,
To whom in brief I gave Relief,
According to my good Will:
Two wanton Misses drawing near,
My Guineas they did behold;
They laid a Plot by which they Got,
My Silver and yellow Gold.
Then to East-Smithfield was I led,
And there I was entertain'd:
With Kisses fine and Brandy Wine,
In Merriment we remain'd:
Methought it was the happiest Day,
That ever I did behold;
Sweet Meat alass! had sower Sauce,
They plunder'd me of my Gold.
As I was at the wanton Game,
My Pocket they fairly pick'd;
And all my Wealth they took by stealth,
Thus was a poor Collier trick'd:
Let me therefore a Warning be,
To Merchants both young and old;
For now of late hard was my Fate,
I'm plunder'd of all my Gold.
They got three Pounds in Silver bright,
And Guineas above Threescore,
Such sharping Cracks breaks Merchants Backs,
I'll never come near them no more:
Sure now I have enough of them,
My Sorrow cannot be told;
That crafty Crew makes me look Blew,
I'm plunder'd of all my Gold.
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8. |
Can't Stop
02:03
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Well, he was missing when I found him
He was dead as the car around him
In the rain the siren was sounding
Now, he's lost his no-claim bonus
And I can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
NoI can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
Well, mate, you'd be amazed
At the things the papers say
It's got me going all ways
Vanishing off in the distance
And I can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
NoI can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
Well, you tell me what is new
I won’t smile if you ask me to
Yer little oaks from acorns grew
But the flies are still dyin' inside it
And I can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
NoI can't stop thinkin' about it
No I can't stop thinkin' about it
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9. |
What Can The Matter Be?
04:12
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When you tried, you tried it was for nothing
You’d give it all for a chance to run away
I’ll let you know these times they were a-coming
Still you shut your ears and turn your head
Oh dear what can the matter be
What can the matter be
What can the matter be
Meet me down by hell that’s now froze over
Let’s go over this one more time
Pick your pace up man we don’t want you falling
A second glance from you is all I need
Oh dear what can the matter be
What can the matter be
What can the matter be
Turn you back around keep on walking
Before you know it boy you’re on your knees
Look into my eyes you will see nothing
And least of all you’ll not see me
Oh dear what can the matter be
What can the matter be
What can the matter be
And when you think you’re safe then I’ll be rolling
I let you know one day I’d come for you
Pick your friends the only ones to save you
Choose them wise to live another day
Oh dear what can the matter be
What can the matter be
What can the matter be
Come you gather around you ladies and gentles
I’ll tell you of a tale you’re not meant to see
And if the inside here is too shocking
Remember that you never heard it from me
Oh dear what can the matter be
What can the matter be
What can the matter be
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10. |
Watercress-o
04:01
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At five o'clock on a Sunday neet,
There's a man comes walkin' down our street,
You may hear him out in front of the row,
Crying, “Tuppence a basket, watercress-o!”
Watercress-o, watercress-o,
Crying, “tuppence a basket, watercress-o!”
Oh, come on, mam, it's time for tea,
Go and get tuppence and give it to me
So I may go out in front of the row
And fetch a little basket of watercress-o,
Watercress-o, watercress-o,
And fetch me a basket of watercress-o.
Oh, kid, you don't know what you're asking of me,
If I'd got tuppence, I'd be sure to give it thee,
So thou could go out in front of the row,
And fetch a little basket of watercress-o,
Watercress-o, watercress-o,
And fetch me a basket of watercress-o.
Our dad's on strike, kid, can't you see?
He scarce brings home enough to feed us wi',
And though it pains me to tell you “no”,
You'll have to do without your watercress-o,
Watercress-o, watercress-o,
You'll have to do without your watercress-o.
We're all in the union down our street,
So maybe he won't come back another week,
For till the strike is over, he might as well know,
He'll not sell much of his watercress-o,
Watercress-o, watercress-o,
He'll not sell much of his watercress-o.
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11. |
Brisk Lad
01:54
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I am a brisk lad and my fortune is quite bad,
In fact I am wondrous poor.
But I do intend my fortune to mend,
And I'll build me an house down on the moor, my brave boys,
I’ll build me a house on the moor.
My father he keeps fat oxen and sheep
And a neat little nag on the down.
But in the middle of the night when the moon it shines bright
There's a number of jobs to be done, my brave boys,
There's a number of jobs to be done.
For I'll roam around on some other man's ground,
And I'll take a fat ewe from his pack.
And with the aid of my knife, I shall shorten its life
And I'll carry him home on my back, me brave boys,
I shall carry him home on my back.
Then my children will pull the skin from the wool,
I'll carve him up to the bone.
And when the constable do come I'll stand there with my gun
And I'll swear all I have is my own, my brave boys,
I shall swear all I have is my own.
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12. |
Hush
01:38
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Hush a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
Down will come baby cradle and all
Rock a bye babe your cradle is green
Father’s a nobleman mother’s a queen
Sally’s a lady wears a gold ring
Johnny’s a drummer he drums for the king
Hush a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
Down will baby cradle and all
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13. |
Steals The Thief
07:24
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So it is true
So it is true
This true story, I do tell
Tell it over, listen well
This man he said, these people
You can trick them, they don’t know
He took their words, from their own
Paid them promise, all turned to dust
See how his fires, fake the flames
Of his own making, he will get burned
Dressed in riches, steals the thief
Word is spreading, it will be done
It will be done
It will be done
One day they came, to reclaim
He is broken, patience
I do not claim, to know all
But the buying of others, I cannot
So it is true
So it is true
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Stick In The Wheel London, UK
Stick In The Wheel’s work is rooted in traditional music and song, informed by the modern electronic music that grew out of
their hybrid East London heritage.
“SITW grab hold of folk music with both hands, dragging it through the 21st century city with no fear they might somehow break it.” THE QUIETUS
“The most important band in the current British folk scene” ELE-KING MAGAZINE, JAPAN
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