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JEWELS LYRICS AND TUNINGS

THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

O you western ocean labourers I would have you all beware That when you're aboard of a packet ship no dungaree jumpers wear But have a big monkey jacket always at your command And think of the cold nor'westers that blow on the Banks of Newfoundland

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So we'll rub her round and scrub her round with holy stone and sand And say farewell to the virgin rocks on the Banks of Newfoundland

One night as I lay in my bunk a'dreaming all alone I dreamt I was in Liverpool way up in Marylebone With my true love there beside of me and a jug of ale in hand When I woke broken hearted on the Banks of Newfoundland

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We had one Lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore And it was in the winter of sixty-two that them sea boys suffered sore For they'd sold their clothes in Liverpool and pawned them out of hand Not thinking of cold nor'westers that blow on the Banks of Newfoundland

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We had one female passenger Bridget Riley was her name And to her I had promised marriage and on me she had a claim And she tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands She couldn't see us sea boys freeze on the Banks of Newfoundland

O and now we are off Sandy Hook my boys and the land's all covered with snow And the tug boat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow And when we get into the Black Ball Dock the boys and girls will stand And bid adieu to the virgin rocks on the Banks of Newfoundland

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STANDARD TUNING

THE NEW YORK TRADER

To a New York trader I did belong And she was built for sea both stout and strong Well rigged and well manned and well fit for sea She was bound for New York in Ameriky

Well our cruel captain as we did find Left half of our provisions behind Our cruel captain as we understand Meant to starve us all before we made the land

At length our hunger grew very great We had but little on board to eat And we were in necessity All by our captain's cruelty

Our captain in his cabin lay And a voice come to him and it thus did say "Prepare yourself and your company For tomorrow night you shall lay with me"

Well our captain awoke in a terrible fright It being the first watch of the night And aloud for his bo's'n he then did call And he to him related the secret all

"O Bo's'n" says he "it grieves my heart To think I acted a villain's part And to take what was not my lawful due To starve the passengers and the whole ship's crew"

"Now there is one thing more I have to tell When I in Waterford town did dwell O I killed my master a merchant there All for the sake of his lady fair"

"I killed my wife and my children three All for that curséd jealousy And on my servant I laid the blame And hanged he was all for the same"

"O Captain" says he "if that be so Pray let none of your ship's crew know But keep your secret within your breast And pray to God for to give you rest"

Well early next morning a storm did rise Which did our seamen much surprise The sea was o'er us both fore and aft Until scarce a man on our deck was left

O and then our bo's'n he did declare That our captain was a murderer And this so enraged our whole ship's crew That they overboard their captain threw

And when this was done a calm was there Our good little ship homeward did steer The wind abated and it calmed the seas And we sailed safe to Ameriky

And when we came to anchor there Our good little ship for to repair O the people wondered much to see What a poor and distressed shipwrecked crew were we

EADEAE

THE GREY COCK

I must be going no longer staying The burning Thames I have to cross O I must guided without a stumble Into the arms of my dear lass

Now when he came to his true love's window He knelt down gently on a stone And it is through the pane he has whispered softly "My dear girl are you all alone?"

She rose her head from her down soft pillow And snowy were her milk white breasts Saying "Who's there who's there at my bedroom window Disturbing me from my long night's rest?"

"O I'm your love but I can't uncover I pray you rise love and let me in For I am fatigued by my long night's journey And besides I am wet into the skin"

Then she quickly rose and she put on her clothing And she swiftly let her own true love in O they kissed held hands and embraced one another Until that long night was near an end

"Then it's Willy dear O dearest Willy Where is that colour you'd sometime ago?" "O Mary love the clay has changed me I am but the ghost of your Willy O

"Then it's cock O cock O handsome cockerel I pray you not crow until it is day For your wings I will make of the fine beaten gold And your comb I will make it of the silver grey"

But the cock it crew and it crew so fully It crew three hours before it was day And before it was day my love had to go away Not by the light of the moon nor by the light of the day

"And then it's Willy dear O dearest Willy Whenever shall I see you again?" "When the fish they fly love and the sea runs dry love And the rocks they melt in the heat of the sun"

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THE COBBLER AND THE BUTCHER

This is just a little story but the truth I'm going to tell All about a cunning cobbler who in Yeovil town did dwell And a jolly butcher with a beautiful wife But the cobbler he loved her as dearly as his life Singing…

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fol the riddle I do fol the riddle day

One day the butcher went to market to buy himself an ox But then the cunning cobbler as sly as any fox He put on his Sunday coat and a courting he did go To the jolly butcher's wife because he loved her so Singing…

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Now when the little cobbler come into the butcher's shop The butcher's wife knew what he meant and she bid him for to stop "O" says he "me darling have you got a job for me?" And the butcher's wife so saucy said "I'll go up stairs and see" Singing…

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So the butcher's wife she went up stairs and gave the snob a call "Yes I've got an easy job for you if you have brought your awl And if you do it workmanlike some cash to you I'll pay" "Well thank you" says the cobbler and he began to stitch away With his…

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But as the cobbler was at work a knock come at the door The cobbler scrambled under the bed and he hid upon the floor "O" says he "me darling what will your husband say?" But then she let the policeman in along with her to play With his…

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The cobbler lay there trembling far too terrified to move And the policeman says "My dear O my darling O my love" The cobbler he was thinking well how he loves his wife He feared the old bed would collapse and take away his life And his…

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But then the butcher come from market in the middle of the night The policeman he jumped out of bed and he soon got out of sight The butcher's wife so nimbly she locked the bedroom door But in her fright she quite forgot the cobbler on the floor With his…

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And then the butcher got a surprise when he climbed into his bed "Something here is very hard" the butcher smiled and said She said "It is my rolling pin" which made the butcher laugh "How long have you been rolling dough with a policeman's staff?" Singing…

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And then the butcher threw the truncheon underneath the bed And there it smashed the piddle pot and cracked the cobbler's head The cobbler cried out "Murder!" said the butcher "Who are you?" "O I am a little cobbler who goes mending ladies shoes" With my…

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"Well if you are the little cobbler then come along with me I will pay you for your mending before I set you free" And then he locked him in the bull pen and the beast began to roar And the butcher laughed to see him as he rolled him over and over again With his…

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And then early in the morning just as people got about The butcher smeared his face with blood and then he turned him out He pinned a paper on his back and on it was the news This cobbler to the bedroom goes to mend the ladies shoes With his…

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And the people all were laughing just to see the cobbler run His coat and britches were so torn and they could clearly see his bum He run home to his wife but she locked and barred the door And she said "That'll teach you not to go out mending anymore" With your…

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Singing…

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EADEAE

THE HERRING'S HEAD

What'll we do with the old herring's head We'll make it into loaves of bread Herring's head loaves of bread And all such things

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The herring is the king of the sea The herring is the fish for me The herring is the king of the sea Sing wack faloodle day

And what'll we do with the old herring's eyes We'll make 'em into puddings and pies Herring's eyes puddings and pies And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's gills We'll make 'em into physical pills Herring's gills physical pills And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's scales We'll make 'em into buckets and pails Herring's scales buckets and pails And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's fins We'll make 'em into needles and pins Herring's fins needles and pins And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's belly We'll make it into jams and jelly Herring's belly jams and jelly And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's guts We'll make 'em into comic cuts Herring's guts comic cuts And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's back We'll make it into a fishing smack Herring's back a fishing smack And all such things

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And what'll we do with the old herring's tail We will make it into a ship with a sail Herring's tail a ship with a sail And all such things

Herring's tail a ship with a sail
Herring's back a fishing smack
Herring's guts comic cuts
Herring's belly jams and jelly
Herring's fins needles and pins
Herring's scales buckets and pails
Herring's gills physical pills
Herring's eyes puddings and pies
Herring's head loaves of bread
And all such things Chorus

UNACCOMPANIED

GEORGIE

As I crossed over London Bridge It was on one morning early There I beheld a fair woman Lamenting for her Georgie

"Go fetch to me some little boy That can go on an errand quickly That can run ten miles in an hour With a letter for a lady"

"And saddle to me my milk white steed Bridle him so rarely That I may go to Newcastle gaol To plead for the life of Georgie"

And when she came to Newcastle gaol She bowed her head so lowly And down on her bended knees she fall Saying "Spare me the life of Georgie"

"O it's no murder George have done Nor have he killed any But he took twelve of the King's fat deer And sold them in the army"

The judge looked over his right shoulder And seeming very sorry He said "I'm afraid you have come too late He is condemned already"

"Well six babies I have with me And I love them so dearly And I would part with them every one If you will spare me the life of Georgie"

The judge looked over his left shoulder And seeming very hard hearted He said "I'm afraid you have come to late Because there is no pardon granted"

"Well let George hang in a chain of gold Which a few there are not many Because he came from a noble life And he was loved by a virtuous lady"

STANDARD TUNING

RUFFORD PARK POACHERS

They say that forty gallant poachers They was in a mess They'd often been attackéd When their number it was less

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O poacher bold as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park

The keepers they began the fight With stones and with their flails But when those poachers started Why they quickly turned their tails

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A buck or doe believe it so A pheasant or a hare Were put on earth for everyone Quite equal for to share

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They say that forty gallant poachers They was in a mess They'd often been attackéd When their number it was less

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DADEAE

THE FALSE HEARTED KNIGHT

It's of a false knight he came from the north land And he came a courting me He promised to take me down to that north land And there his bride make me

"Go and fetch me some of your mother's gold And some of your father's fees And two of the best horses out of the stable Where there stand by thirty and three"

Then she's mounted up on her milk white steed And he on the daple and grey And away they did ride to the great waterside Hours before it was day

"Jump off jump off your milk white steed And deliver it unto me For six pretty fair maids I've drowndéd in here And the seventh one you shall

"And take off take off that silken gown And lie it upon yon' stone For I think it's too rich and I think it's too rare To rot all in the salt sea"

"Well if I must take off my silken gown Then turn your back upon me For I don't think it's fit that a villain like you A naked woman should see"

"And stoop you down and cut that briar That hangs right over the brim In case it should tangle my golden curls Or tear my lily white skin"

And then she gave him a push and a hearty push And she pushed that old false knight in Cryin' "Lie in there you false hearted knight Lie in there instead of me If six pretty fair maids you have drowndéd in here Well the seventh one has drowndéd thee"

Then she's mounted up on her milk white steed And she lead the daple and grey And away she did ride to her father's own house Two hours before it was day

And the parrot was up in the window high And he cried aloud and did say "I'm afraid that some villain he came here last night And he carried my lady away"

Well her father he was not quite sound asleep But he never heard what that bird did say So he cryeth "What waketh my pretty Polly Two hours before it is day"

"O the old cat was up in the window high And that cat he would me slay So loud did I cry that help should be nigh To drive that old cat away"

"Well done well done my pretty Polly No tales you will tell upon me Thy cage shall be made of the bright glittering gold And the door of white ivory"

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GYPSY COUNTESS

Well there came an earl a-riding by And a gypsy maid then he did see "O nut brown girl" to her he said "I want you to come away with me"

"I'll take you up carry you home And I'll put a safeguard over you Your shoes shall be made of the Spanish leather Your silken stockings all of blue"

"All night you lie 'neath the starry skies All day you walk in the rain and snow Now you shall lie in a feather bed Wrapped in the arms of a husband O"

"But I like to lie 'neath the starry skies I do not mind the rain and snow So I'll be away come night and come day To follow away with the gypsies O"

"But I will wed you sweet maid he said I will marry you with a golden ring You shall dance and merry merry be And we shall have such a fine wedding"

"But I'll not marry you kind sir she said I'll not wed you with a golden ring For I'm free as the wind and I swear I can find The man that will make my wedding"

"But no more would you be put in the stocks Or trudge about from town to town You shall ride in pomp and pride In a red embroidered velvet gown"

"But I'll pawn my hat pawn my coat Sell my silken stockings blue I'll pawn my petticoat then my shift To follow away with the gypsies O"

"Because my brothers three no more I'd see If I went along with you I'd rather be torn by thistle and thorn With my bare feet all in the dew"

"Well then I'll lock you up in a castle tall Bar you up in a room so high You gypsy maid from the green wood glade So that never a gypsy shall you find"

Three gypsies stood at the castle gate They sang so high and they sang so low The lady sits in her chamber late And her heart it melted away as snow

They sung so sweet they sung so shrill That fast her tears began to flow Then she's put down her velvet gown Her golden rings and all her show

She's took off her high heeled shoes Made of the Spanish leather O To run away in the rain and snow To follow away with the gypsies O

And it was past midnight when her lord come home Where his lady was he would know The servants replied on every side "O she's gone away with the gypsies O"

"Saddle my horse bridle my mare And hang my sword to my saddle bow So I may ride to seek my bride Who has gone away with the gypsies O"

So they saddled his horse bridled his mare And they hung his sword to his saddle bow So he could ride to seek his bride Who was gone away with the gypsies O

He rode high he rode low And he rode through hills and valleys O He rode 'til he spied his own fair bride Following along with the gypsies O

"What makes you leave your house and lands? What makes you leave your money O? What takes you abroad from your wedded lord To follow away with the gypsies O?"

"I want none of your house and lands I want none of your money O I don't want to be wed to a lord she said I'll follow away with the gypsies O"

"But last night you slept in a feather bed Wrapped in the arms of a husband O Now you shall sleep on the cold cold ground And walk along in the rain and snow"

"But I don't want sleep in a feather bed Held in the arms of a husband O I'd rather sleep on the cold cold ground And walk along in the rain and snow"

"No that will not be I swear" said he As he drew his sword from his saddle bow Three times he smote on her lily white throat Then her red blood down did flow

Three gypsies stood at the castle gate And they sang so high and they sang so low The lady sits in her chamber late And her heart it melted away as snow

EADEAE

LADY MAISRY

O the young men of the North Country Have all a wooing gone To win the love of Lady Maisry But of them she would have none

"O hold your tongues young men said she And think no more on me For I've given my love to an English lord Who promised to marry me"

Then word has to her father gone As he put on his shoe That Lady Maisry goes with a child Unto some English lord

Then in there come her bold father dear Stepping on the floor He says "they tell to me my daughter Maisry That you are become a whore"

"O a whore father a whore father That is what I'll never never be Though I've given my love to an English lord Who promised to marry me"

"But couldn't you have gotten a duke or a lord From your own country But now you have gone with this English lord To bring this shame on me"

"Now where are all my merry young men Whom I give meat and fee To pull the thistle and the thorn To burn her vile body"

Then her father's to the green wood gone Her brother has to the broome All for to kindle a bold bonfire To burn her body in

Then in there come an old woman Lady Maisry's nurse was she But before she could speak one single word A salt tear blinded her eye "O your father has to the green wood gone Your brother has to the broome All for to kindle a bold bonfire To burn your body in"

And her father he was the first man Who tied her to a stake And her brother he was the second man Who did the fire make

And her mother was the first woman Who did the fire fetch And her sister she was the second woman Who lighted it with a match

They blew the fire and they kindled the fire 'Til it reach her knee "O mother mother quench the fire For the smoke it'll smother me"

"O had I but a little footboy My errand he could run He would run unto gay London town And bid my lord come home"

"O nurse go and fetch to me my little footboy Who is called my sister's son So that he may go and tell to my own true love That I am sick at home"

Well the first two miles that little boy walked The second two he run And he run until he come unto some broad waterside And then he's fell upon his breast and he swum Until he come to some dry land again Then he took to his heels and he run And he run until he come to some high park gate Where lords were sitting at their meat

"O if you did but know what news I have brought Not a bite more would you eat" "O is my park gates overthrown Or is my walls falling down"

"O your high park gates they are all overthrown Your high park walls they are all a falling down And your Lady Maisry lies sick at home And shall die before you can come"

"O mother go and fetch to me my milk white steed And saddle it with speed So that I may go and kiss her cherry cheeks Before they are turned to clay"

"Now where are all my merry young men By one by two and three" Then he's mounted up on his milk white steed To go to his Lady Maisry

They blew the fire and they kindled the fire 'Til it did reach her head "O mother mother quench the fire For I am nearly dead"

Then she's turned her head on her right shoulder She saw her lord come riding home "O mother mother quench the fire For I am nearly gone"

Then he's mounted off of his milk white steed And he's leapt into the fire He was thinking to save his Lady Maisry But he had stayed too long

And the Lady she was buried in a cold church yard The lord was buried in the choir And out of her heart there sprung a sweet rose And out of his mouth a sweet briar

And they growed so high unto the church wall Until they could not grow any higher And there they did twang in a true lover's knot For all true lovers to admire

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AUSTRALIA

Come all you good people where so ever you may be Come listen a while to my story

Now when I was a young man and my age seventeen I ought to been serving Victoria our queen But those hard hearted judges O how cruel they have been To send us poor lads to Australia

I fell in with a damsel she was handsome and gay I neglected my work more and more every day And to keep her like a lady I went on the highway And for that I was sent to Australia

Now the judges they stand with the whips in their hands And they drive us like horses to plough up the land You should see us poor young fellows working in that gaol yard How hard is our fate in Australia

Australia Australia I would never see no more Worn out by fever cast down to death's door But should I live to see say seven years more O I would then bid adieu to Australia

EADEAE

THE GOLDEN GLOVE

O it's of a young squire near Tamworth we hear He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair And he promised for to marry her and it was his intent All friends and relations they gave their consent

The time was appointed for the wedding day A young farmer was chosen to give the bride away But as soon as the lady the young farmer did espy It overthrew her heart "O my heart!" she did cry

And then she turned from the squire and nothing she said Instead of getting married she took to her bed The thoughts of the farmer so ran in her mind That a way for to have him she quickly did find

Coat waistcoat and trousers she then did put on And off she went a'hunting with her dog and gun She hunted all around where the farmer he did dwell Because in her heart she lovéd him so well

Well she often times fired but nothing could she kill 'Til at length the young farmer come into the field To converse with him it was her intent So with her dog and gun to meet him then she went

"O I thought you would be at the wedding" she cried "To wait on the squire and give to him his bride" "O no sir I'd rather take a sword all in my hand By my honour I would gain her if ever she command"

Well the lady was pleased for to find him so bold And gave to him a glove that was floweréd with gold She told him she had found it as she came along As she was a'hunting with her dog and gun

And then the lady went home with her heart full of love And she gave out a notice that she had lost her glove "And the man that shall find it and bring it unto me No matter who he is my husband he shall be"

Well the farmer was pleased when he heard of the news And straight to the lady with her glove he goes Saying "Dear and honoured lady it was I picked up your glove I hope that you are pleased and will give to me your love"

"O it's already granted" the lady replied "It's already granted and I will be your bride I'll be mistress of the dairy and go milking my cow While the jolly farmer is whistling at the plough"

Now when they were married she told him of the fun Of how she went a'hunting with her dog and gun And now she's got him so fast in her snare She'll love him forever I vow and declare

EADEAE

ALL THINGS IN COMMON LYRICS

The Black Fox

Well as we were out a'hunting One morning in the spring Both hounds and horses running well Made the hills and the valleys ring

But to our great misfortune No fox there could be found And our huntsman cursed and swore But still no fox moved over the ground

Then up spoke our master huntsman At the head of the hounds rode he "Well we have ridden for a full three hours But no fox have we seen"

"And there is strength still in me And I will have my chase And if only the devil himself come by We'd run him such a race"

Then up there sprung like lightening A fox from out of his hole And his fur was the colour of a starless night And his eyes like burning coal

And they chased him over the valley And they chased him over the field And they chased him down to the riverbank But never would he yield

And he has jumped into the water And he's swum to the other side And he laughed so loud that the green woods shook Then he's turned to the huntsman and he's cried

"Ride on my gallant huntsman When must I come again? Oh never shall you want for a fox To chase all over the plain"

"And when your need is greatest Just call upon my name And I will come and you shall have The best of sport and game"

And the men looked up in wonder And the hounds ran back to hide For the fox had changed to the devil himself Where he stood at the other side

And the men the hounds the horses Went flying back to town And hard on their heels came a little black fox Laughing as he ran

"O Ride on my gallant huntsman When must I come again? O never shall you want for a fox To chase all over the plain"

"And when your need is greatest Just call upon my name And I will come and you shall have The best of sport and game"

Written by Graham Pratt arranged for recording by Chris Foster

DADEAE

Low down in the broom

'Twas on last Easter Monday the day appointed was For me to go down in the broom to meet my bonny lass How sweet and pleasant was the day I kept her company And it's low low down in the broom my true love went with me

I turned myself around about to see what I could see And there I saw my own true love come wandering down to me I kindly took her by the hand and gave her kisses three And it's low low down in the broom my true love went with me

I kindly took her by the hand and said "my own sweet heart Since you and I together have met I hope that we never shall part I hope that we shall never part until the day we die We'll go again down in the broom and married we will be"

She said "young man leave go of my hands for I'm sure it'll never be so For little does my mother think nor yet my father know It often does run in their minds what will become of me For they little know that I'm in the broom a talking along with thee"

I put my arm around her waist and gently laid her down These were the words she said to me as she lay in the broom "Do what you will young man she said for 'tis all the same to me For little does my mother think that I'm in the broom with thee"

"O my father he's a miser and he will not give me gold My mother is a scolding dame and does the house control But I will love my bonny lad until the day I die And it's low low down in the broom he'll be waiting there for me"

Well I gave my love a parting kiss and homewards I returned And told her to remember our meeting in the broom For what was done and what was said 'twas all as one to me And I'll go again down in the broom and so merrily we will be

Trad arranged Chris Foster

DADEAE

Grey Cock See 'Jewels' lyrics

Unicorns

We were travelling north to sing and play for friends that we had never met Been working hard and didn't speak the sky was grey and threatened wet And I dreamed that I saw unicorns dreamed I saw them wild and white Their sudden beauty lit the world like a star will light a winter's night Pure as love with mains of milk they danced and pranced and cried aloud Bright as rainbows around the stars their eyes were soft and sad and proud

And I wept for the wild and dirty world to which this beauty now is lost And cursed the hungry minds of men that feed the future at such cost My head was bowed my eyes were closed when in my ears their voices rang And these few words lodged deep inside and in my very soul they sang "We never went away you always knew that we were near Remember how to look for us you see we were always here"

I raised my eyes to seek them out the world was empty all around And rain came tumbling from the skies and drowned all dreams upon the ground And when they asked me why I wept like one who for his dead love mourns The only answer I could give "I dreamed there were unicorns" "We never went away you always knew that we were near Remember how to look for us you see we were always here"

"You see we were always here"

Written by Bill Caddick arranged for recording by Chris Foster and Graham Pratt

STANDARD TUNING

King John and the Abbot of Canterbury

I'll tell you a story a story anon Concerning a prince and his name was King John He was a prince and a prince of great might And he held up great wrong and he put down great right

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Derry down down hey derry down

I'll tell you a story a story so merry Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury Of his house-keeping and high renown Which caused him to go up to fair London town

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"How now brother Abbot 'tis told unto me That thou keepest a far better house than I For thy house-keeping and high renown I fear you have treason against my crown"

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"Well I hope my liege that you owe me no grudge For spending of my true gotten goods" "If you do not answer me questions three Thy head'll be taken from thy body"

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"When I am sat on my steed so high With my crown of gold all on my head With my nobility joy and much mirth You must say to one penny how much I am worth"

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"And the next question you must not flout How long I'll be riding the world about? And the third question you must not shrink Tell to me truly what I do think?"

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"Well these are hard questions for my shallow wit I cannot answer your Grace as yet But if you will give me three days space I'll do my endeavour to answer your grace"

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"Three days space to thee I will give That is the longest day thou has to live If you do not answer these questions right Thy head'll be taken from thy body quite"

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Well as the shepherd was going to his fold He saw the Abbot come riding along "How now master Abbot you're welcome home What news have you brought us from good King John"

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"Sad news sad news I have thee to give I have but three days space for to live If I do not answer him questions three My head'll be taken from my body"

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"Well master have you never heard it yet A fool may teach a wise man wit Lend me your horse and your apparel And I'll ride up to London and answer the quarrel"

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"When I am sat on my steed so high With my crown of gold all on my head With my nobility joy and much mirth You must say to one penny how much I am worth"

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"For thirty pence our saviour was sold Amongst the false Jews as we have been told Twenty-nine is the worth of thee For I think you are one penny worse than he"

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"And the next question you must not flout How long I'll be riding the world about" "You must rise with the sun ride with the same 'Til the next morning he rises again Then I am sure you will have no doubt That in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about"

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"And the third question you must not shrink Tell to me truly what I do think" "Ah that I can do and 'twill make your heart merry You think I'm the Abbot of Canterbury But I'm his poor servant as you may see And I've come to beg pardon for he and for me"

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Well the King he turned him around and did smile Saying "you can be Abbot the other while" "O no my Lord there is no need For I can neither write nor read"

Chorus

"Then tuppence a week I will give unto thee For this merry true jest you have told unto me Tell the old Abbot when you get home You've brought him a pardon from good King John"

Chorus

DADGAD

Jump at the Sun
Tune written by John Kirkpatrick arranged for guitar by Chris Foster

The Working Chap

I'm a working chap as you may see And you'll find an honest lad in me I am neither haughty mean or proud And I never takes to things too rude I never go beyond my means Nor seek assistance from my friends But day night through thick and thin I'm working life out to keep life in

Chorus
No matter friends what e'er befall The poor folks they must work away Through frost and snow and rain and wind They are working life out to keep life in

The poor needle woman that we saw In reality and on the wall A picture sorrowful to see I'm sure with me you'll all agree Her pay's scarce able to feed a mouse Far less to keep herself and house She is naked hungry pale and thin Working life out to keep life in

Chorus

Don't call a man a drunken sot Because he wears a ragged coat Remember friends it's better yet To run in rags than run in debt He may look seedy very true But still his creditors are few And he toddles on devoid of sin Working life out to keep life in

Chorus

Now maybe friends I've stayed too long But I hope that I've said nothing wrong I only merely want to show The way the poor folks have to go Consider a man with a house full of bairns To feed them it takes all he earns But with a willing heart and a coat so thin He's working life out to keep life in

Chorus

Trad arranged by Chris Foster and Graham Pratt

UNNACCOMPANIED

When this old hat was new

I am a poor old man come listen to my song Provisions now are twice as much as when that I was young When this old hat was new and stood above my brow O what a happy youth I was When this old hat was new when this old hat was new

But four score years ago O the truth I do declare When people took each other's word they thought it very fair No oaths they did require men's words they were so true 'Twas thus all in my youthful days When this old hat was new when this old hat was new

And when the harvest came and we went off to shear How often we were merry made with brandy ale and beer When the corn it was brought home and put upon the mow O the worker's paunches were well filled When this old hat was new when this old hat was new

At the board's head stood the farmer the table for to grace And greeted all as they came in each took his proper place And his wife his wife stood at the table to give each one their due And O what plenty did abound When this old hat was new when this old hat was new

But now the times are changed and the poor are quite done o'er They give to them their wages like beggars at the door In the house we must not go although we are but few And it was not so when when Bess did reign And this old hat was new when this old hat was new

And the commons are taken in and the cottages pulled down Moll has got no wool to spin her linsey wolsey gown 'Tis cold and clothing's thin and blankets are but few Ah but we were clothed both back and sides When this old hat was new when this old hat was new

When the Romans ruled this land the commons they did give To the poor in charity to help them for to live But the poor are quite done o'er O we know it to be true And it was not so when Bess did reign And this old hat was new when this old hat was new

Trad arranged Chris Foster

DADGAD

The world turned upside

In sixteen forty-nine to St Georges Hill A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the people's will They defied the landlords they defied the laws They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

And we come in peace they said to dig and sow And we come to work the lands in common and to make the waste grounds grow This earth divided we will make whole So it'll be a common treasury for all

And the sin of property we do disdain No man has any right to buy and sell the earth for private gain By theft and murder they took the land Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command

And they made the laws to chain us well And the clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell We will not worship the god they serve The god of greed who feeds the rich while poor men starve

And we work we eat together we need no swords We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords We are free men although we are poor You diggers all stand up for glory stand up now

From the man of property the orders came They sent the hired men and the troopers to wipe out the Diggers claim Tear down their cottages destroy their corn They were dispersed only the vision lingers on

You poor take courage you rich take care This earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share All things in common all people one They came in peace the orders came to cut them down

Written by Leon Rosselson arranged for recording by Chris Foster

DADGAD

Traces - Buy the CD

TRACES
Lyrics and tunings for the songs

The Bold 'Princess Royal'

On the 14th of February we sailed from the land, on the bold Princess Royal, bound for Newfoundland. With forty brave seamen in our ship's company. From the eastwards to the westwards and so sailed we.

And on the 18th of February so fair blew the sky. When a man from our masthead a sail he did spy. It come bearing down upon us just to see what we were and under its mizzen peak black colours it wore. Well

"Good lord!" cries our captain "what shall we do now? For here comes a bold pirate to rob us I know." "Oh no" cries our chief mate, "that never shall be so. For we will shake out our reef my boys and from her we will go."

Well in time this bold pirate, he hove alongside. Through a loud speaking trumpet "Whence come you?" he cried. Our captain being aft me boys he answered him so. "We are come from fair London and are bound for Callyo."

"Then back your main topsail and heave your ship to because I've got some letters I want to send home with you." "Alright I'll back my main topsail and I'll heave my ship to. But it'll be in some harbour, not alongside of you."

Well they chased us to the windward. They chased us all that day. They chased us to the windward but they could not make way. And so they fired shots after us but none could prevail. And the Bold Princess Royal soon showed them her tail.

Oh "Thank God!" cries our captain, "now the pirates are gone. Go you down to your grog boys, go down everyone. Go you down to your grog me boys and be of a good cheer. For while we've got sea room brave boys never fear. Go you down to your grog me boys and be of a good cheer. For while we've got sea room brave boys never fear.

" Guitar tuning DADEAD

Arthur McBride

Well I once knew a fellow named Arthur McBride and his pleasure was walking down by the seaside. Walking and talking and viewing the tide and the weather was pleasant and charming.

So gay and so gallant we went on our tramp 'til we met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp and the bonny little drummer boy who roused up the camp with his rowdy dow dow in the morning.

"Good day me fine fellows" the sergeant he cried. "And the same to you Sergeant" my mate he replied. Then no more was said and we made to pass by and continue our walk in the morning.

"I say my fine fellows if you would enlist, ten guineas in gold I would slap in your fist and a crown in the bargain to kick up the dust and drink the king's health in the morning."

"Oh no my dear Sergeant we are not for sale. Though we're fond of our country your bribe's no avail. Though we're fond of our country we are not for sale. We are the boys of the morning."

"And if we were such fools as to take your advance, it's right bloody slender would be our poor chance. For the king wouldn't scruple to send us to France and get us all killed in the morning."

"And you needn't go bragging about your fine pay, as you go a-drilling and marching away, for all that you get is a shilling a day and that isn't much in the morning."

"Well if you would insult me, without any word, I swear by my king, I would draw my broadsword and run through your bodies as strength me affords. Then you would breathe out the morning.

We beat that little drummer boy as flat as a shoe and we made a football of his rowdy dow do. The corporal and sergeant we knocked out for two Yes we were the boys in that morning.

And as for the weapons that hung by their side, well we flung them as far as we could in the tide and "The devil go with you" said Arthur McBride, "for spoiling our walk in the morning."

Guitar tuning DADEAD

When a man's in love

When a man's in love he feels no cold, like me not ago. Like a hero bold, to see his girl, he'll plough through frost and snow. The moon she gently shed her light along my dreary way. Until I came to that sweet spot where all my treasure lay.

I knocked at my love's window saying "My dear are you within." And softly she undid the latch and slyly I slipped in. Her hand was soft and her breath was sweet, her tongue did gently glide. I stole a kiss, it was no miss and I asked her to be my bride.

"And take me to your chamber love. Take me to your bed. Take me to your chamber love, to rest my weary head." "To take you to my chamber love, my parents they won't agree, but sit you down by yon bright fire and I will sit close by thee."

"Many's the time I've courted you against your father's will, but you never once said that you would be my bride, so now my dear sit still. Tonight I am going to cross the sea to far Columbia's shore and you will never, never see your youthful lover more."

"And many's the dark and stormy night I came to visit you. Whether tossed about by cold winter winds or wet by the morning dew. Tonight our courtship is at an end, between my love and me. So fare the well my favourite girl, a long farewell to thee."

"And are you going to leave me now, pray what can I do? I would break through every bond of love to go along with you. Perhaps my parents won't forget, but maybe they will forgive. For from this hour I am resolved along with you to live."

Guitar tuning EADEAE capo 2nd fret

Jack Barleycorn

Jack Barleycorn was an Indian weed and the farmer he lived close by. He made a vow and a solemn vow, Jack Barleycorn should die. Aye poor boy, Jack Barleycorn should die.

They let him lay for a shower of rain. A shower of rain did fall. Jack Barleycorn jumped out of the ground and he so surprised them all. Aye poor boy, he so surprised them all.

And they let him lay 'til the mid-summer, to wrangle out tall and thin. And then Jack Barleycorn grew a long beard and he so became a man. Aye poor boy, he so became a man.

They hired men with scythes all in, to cut him at his ease. And this they served Jack Barleycorn. They cut him below his knees. Aye poor boy, they cut him below his knees.

And they drove him up and down the field. They thought it would do him no harm. And then they took Jack Barleycorn and put him into a barn. Aye poor boy, they put him into a barn.

And they hired men with cudgels too and they laid him upon a stone. Swish swosh the cudgels flew and the flesh flew from his bones. Aye poor boy, the flesh flew from his bones.

And then they put him into a sack and they tied it up with a string. But the miller he served him worst of the lot, for he ground him between two stones. Aye poor boy, he ground him between two stones.

And then they put him into a kiln and they thought about roasting him there. But Jack Barleycorn jumped out of the tub and he soon became strong beer. Aye poor boy, he soon became strong beer.

You can put wine into a glass and you can put cider into a can. But old Jack Barleycorn in a brown jug 'll prove out the strongest one. Aye poor boy, he'll prove out the strongest one.

So let anybody be strong as they will. As I've oft' told you before, if you take too much of Jack Barleycorn he'll put you onto the floor. Aye poor boy, he'll put you onto the floor

Unaccompanied

The Flower of Serving Men

My father built me a shady bower and he covered it over with shamrock flowers. The finest bower I ever did see, my aged father he built for me.

My father married me to a noble knight and my mother she owed to me a dreadful spite. She sent nine robbers all in one night, to rob my bower and to slay my knight.

How could she have done me a bigger harm than to murder my babies all in my arms. Left nothing at all for to wrap them in, but the bloody sheets that my love died in.

All alone, all alone then I will wash them. All alone, all alone I will bury them. Cut off my hair and I'll change my name from fair Eleanor to sweet William.

I'll saddle my horse and away I will ride, until I come to where some king do reside. To one of his servants give a gay gold ring to carry a message to the king.

"Do you want any cook or groom and do you want e'er a stableman. Do you want a man servant in your hall, to wait on nobles when they do call."

"Well we don't want any cook or groom and we don't want e'er a stableman. But we wants a man servant in our hall, to wait on nobles when they do call."

Well it's not long after it happened so, that the young king and his nobles did a hunting go. Left no one at all but a gay old man, to keep company with sweet William.

When she thought she was all alone, she took out her fiddle and she played a fine tune. "Once my love was a rich and noble knight and me myself was a lady bright"

Well it's not long after the king come home. "What news, what news, Oh me gay old man" "Good news, good news, Oh my lord" said he. "Your serving man is a gay lady."

"Well go and fetch me down then a pair of stays, That I might lace up her slender waist. Go fetch me down that gay gown of green, that I might dress her up just like my queen."

"Oh no, Oh no, Oh my lord" said she "Pay me my wages and I will go free. For I never heard tell of a stranger thing as a serving man to become a queen."

Guitar tuning CGCFGC

Barney's Epic Homer

When Barney was at school they said he'd never make the grade. He was living in a kipper coloured dream. Barney ought to learn to concentrate his teachers used to say, as he drifted in the bottom bottom stream. Barney was waster, got no bits of paper. Ended up attending a machine, turning little piggies into plastic packaged sausages, to sell in the heliport canteen.

Barney seemed to lack ambition, didn't hear tomorrow call, didn't want the overtime for extra pay. He just left his limbs to labour as he donned his uniform and his mind was floating freely far away. Press turn screw lift, early shift and late shift. Always the same routine. Turning little piggies into plastic packaged sausages, to sell in the heliport canteen.

It was on one summer's evening Barney crossed from work to home with a tube of twisted metal that he'd found and he stuck it in the garden like a broken totem pole and he planted piles of pebbles all around. "That boy's no use, must have a screw loose, Thinks his bit of metal's gonna grow." Barney felt the silence in his head begin to melt and in his heart a spark of laughter seemed to glow.

Barney's game became a passion. All the free time that he had, he was in the garden marking out a space. Piecing things together with devotion in his hands and a sweet seraphic smile on his face. Mother says "You can't, No!" Father says "You can't, No! Littering our little bit of lawn. What are we going to do with him? Why can't he be normal? He's been trouble since the day that he was born."

And every day he brought home something. He was nicking things from work. Picking up what other people threw away. Cans and kettles, boots and bottles, All the refuse of the earth he assembled in a giant junk display. Copper wire, car tyres, plastic pots and broken mops, Worn out wheels and one old water tank. What a silly game to play, what a waste of effort . He'd do better if he went and robbed a bank.

Now look at Barney's weird contraption, high on iron girder legs, reaching steel and tin can feelers to the sky. As it wobbles in the breezes its belisha beacon heads seem to nod and wink at all the passers by. Every day he'd do a bit. Every day it grew a bit, sprouting like a jungle in the rain. And the neighbours watched in horror as his multi coloured monster escaped from his loony bin brain.

But Barney's work began to waiver. He was failing his machine. The foreman said he wasn't giving of his best. And so the job enrichment expert analysed his working speed and devised a scheme to give him added zest. It was press turn screw lift, press turn screw lift, early shift and late shift. Always the same routine, but turning twice as many piggies into plastic packaged sausages to sell in the heliport canteen.

And Barney's folly neighed the neighbours was disfiguring the street, and there was baying from the purity crusade. And the careful ants informed him that the bye laws had been breached, while the blow flies buzzed round every move he made. Watch out Barney! Special Branch are after you. Got you fully photographed and filed. Officialdom is closing in. Oblivious of everything, Barney builds as happy as a child.

Well it was on one winter's morning, Barney worked the early shift, when inspectors came with agents of the law. They dismantled Barney's monster. Dumped it on the council tip. Left the garden neat and tidy as before. Home comes Barney, can't believe his eyes to see space where his creation once held sway. Shadows seem to fall on him, silence seems to swallow him. Frightened Barney turns and runs away.

Now they say that Barney scavenges the scrap heaps of the town. Doesn't answer to his name and no one knows why he wants to throw his life away just wandering around, making crazy patterns everywhere he goes. And still it's press turn screw lift, early shift and late shift, always the same routine, turning little piggies into plastic packaged sausages to sell in the heliport canteen. And it's press turn screw lift, press turn screw lift, early shift and late shift, other hands are working his machine and turning twice as many piggies into plastic packaged sausages to sell in the heliport canteen and no one knows, why he wants to throw his life away, just wandering around, making crazy patterns everywhere he goes.

Guitar tuning Standard

The Coast of Peru

Come all you young fellows that's bound after sperm. Come all you bold seamen that has rounded the Horn. Our Captain have told us and we hope he say true, that there's plenty of sperm whale on the coast of Peru.

Well we weathered the Horn and we are now off of Peru and we're all of one mind to endeavour to do. Our boats they're all ready and the masthead is all manned. Our rigging rove light my boys and the signal's all planned.

Well 'twas early one morning, we heard the brave shout. As the man in the lookout cries out "There she spout." "Where away" says our Captain "and where do she lay?" "Two points to our lee bow, scarce a mile away."

"Well it's call up all hands my boys and be of a good cheer. Put your tubs in your boats and have your bowlines all clear. Sway up on them ropes. Now jump in my brave crew. Lower away now and after her. Try the best you can do."

Well the waist boat run down and of course got the start. "Lay on" says the harpooner "for I am hell for the long dart. Now bend on them oars boys and make your boat fly, But one thing we dread of, keep clear of his eye."

Well the first iron struck and the whale he went down, but as he come up again our Captain he bent on. And the next harpoon struck and the line sped away, but one thing that whale done, he give us fair play.

Well he raced and he sounded and he twist and he spin, but we fought him alongside and we got our lance in, which caused him to vomit and the blood for to spout and in ten minutes time my boys he'd rolled both fins out.

And then we hauled him alongside with many a shout and we soon cut him and begun to try out. Now the blubber is rendered and likewise stowed down and it's better to us my boys than five hundred pound.

And now we're bound into Tumbez in our manly power. Where a man buys a whore house for a barrel of flour. And we will spend all our money on them Spanish girls ashore and when it's all gone my boys, we'll go whaling for more…and more.

Guitar tuning EADEAE capo 3rd fret

The Fowler

Come all you young fellows that follows the gun. I would have you come home by the light of the sun. For young Jimmy was a fowler who went fowling all alone and he shot his own true love, by mistake, for a swan.

And then it's home come young Jimmy with his dog and his gun. Crying "Uncle dear Uncle do you know what I have done? Oh cursed be that gun smith who has made me my gun, for I've been and shot my true love. I mistook her for a swan."

Then out come his uncle with his locks hanging grey. Saying "Jimmy, dear Jimmy don't you run away. Don't you leave your own country until your trial it comes on, for you never will be hanged for the shooting of a swan."

All the girls in this country they're all pleased you know. Just to see pretty Polly down a-lying so low. You could stand them all on a mountain. You could put them all in a row and her beauty would shine among them just like a fountain of snow.

Then the trial it come on and pretty Polly did appear, saying "Uncle, dear Uncle let young Jimmy go clear. With my apron thrown over me, he mistook me for swan and he shot his own true love. It was Polly his own. With my apron thrown over me, he mistook me for a swan and he shot his own true love. It was Polly his own."

Guitar tuning DADEAE capo 1st fret

The Ranter

It's of a sly ranting parson, for preaching he lived in great fame. In the town of Roper did dwell, though I dare not to mention his name. Likewise a jolly young farmer, a neighbour living close by. Soon on the wife of the farmer the Ranter he cast a quick eye.

While the farmer was minding his business and rose with the lark in the morning, the Ranter was forming a plan to crown the young farmer with thorns. And he oft to the farmers did go, to pray the good of his soul. But when you have heard of the joke, I'll warrant you'll say it was droll.

The Ranter if you had but seen you would think he was free from all evil. As pure as snow driven without, within was as black as the devil. One day when the farmer was out he said "I will have my desire." And straight to the house he did go and he sat himself down by the fire.

He said "My good woman I'm told that your husband won't be home tonight. I value not silver or gold if I could but enjoy my delight." Then she replied with a smile "My husband is gone for a week." And little the Ranter did think how she meant to play him a trick.

When all things were silent at night, she whispered these words in his ear. "The best bed it stands in the parlour and you must go to it my dear. When you are safe up to bed my dear, I will come with all speed." "All right" said the Ranter "make haste" and so was the bargain agreed.

The Ranter got into bed and he lay there as snug as you please. And the lady went into the garden and fetched back a fine hive of bees. She carried them into the parlour and put'em down slap on the floor. So nimbly then she ran out and on him she locked the door.

And the bees began buzzing about and the Ranter he jumped on the floor. So sweetly he capered and danced as they stung him behind and before. And then he got out of the window, since no other way could he find. His clothes he n'er stopped for to take, but was glad for to leave them behind.

All smarting and sore with the stings, he ran home to his wife in his shirt. Such a figure of fun for to see, all besmeared with mud and with dirt. And the farmer come home the next morning and after the truth had been told in one of the Ranter's side pockets found thirty bright guineas in gold.

And the Ranter got into disgrace and the farmer he laughed at the joke, to think how the Ranter would look without trousers, waistcoat or cloak. The Ranter he frets and he pines, all for the loss of his money. The farmer though he lost his bees, thinks he is well paid for his honey.

Guitar tuning EADEAE

The Flying Cloud

My name is William Hollander as you shall understand I was born in the county of Waterford in Erin's lovely land. When I was sixteen years of age, a beauty upon me shone and I was my parents pride and joy, I being their only son.

My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's fair town. He bound me to a butcher there by the name of Billy Brown. And I wore the bloody apron for three long years or more, until I shipped on board the Ocean Queen, belonging to Tremore.

When we arrived at Bermuda's Isle I met with Captain Moore, the commander of the Flying Cloud from out of Baltimore. And he asked me if I'd sail with him on a slaving voyage to go, to the balmy shores of Africa where the sugar cane do grow.

All went well 'til we arrived off Africa's burning shores. Where five hundred of those poor slaves from their native homes we tore. We chained them up together and we forced them down below, where scarce eighteen inches to a man was all they had to show.

And then the plague and the fever came on board and took half of them away We dragged their bodies up on deck and we flung them in the seas. You know I thought it might have been better for the rest of them if they had died as well, not to wear the chains nor to feel the lash in Cuba for ever more.

Well it is now our money is all gone and we must sail again. Captain Moore come up on deck and he said unto us men "There is gold and silver to be had if with me you'll remain. We will hoist the pirate flag aloft and go scour the Spanish Main."

All agreed but three young men, so we put them on the shore. Two of them were Boston boys and the third came from Baltimore. Now I wish to God I'd joined those men, when they were set on shore, but I chose a wild and a reckless life, serving under Captain Moore.

Well we robbed and we plundered many's the ship down on the Spanish Main. Causing many's the widow and orphan in sorrow to remain. But to the crews we showed no quarter. We gave them a watery grave. For the saying of our Captain is that dead men tell no tails.

Pursued we were by many's the ship, by frigate and liner too. Until at length a man o' war the Dungeness hove in view. We fought 'til Captain Moore was slain and twenty of our men. But then a chain shot tore our main mast down and we were forced to surrender then.

So it is now in Newgate Gaol I lie, bound down in iron chains, for robbing and a plundering ships down on the Spanish Main. The judge he found us guilty. Now I am condemned to die. Young men a warning by me take and lead not such a life as I.

So it's fare thee well to Waterford and the girls that I adored. I'll never kiss your ruby lips nor squeeze your hands no more. For it is drinking and bad company that have made a wretch of me. Young men a warning by me take and shun all piracy.

Unaccompanied

Flying High, Flying Free

The red sun is sinking and the sky is on fire. Swallows line up on the telegraph wire. I think they've decided it's time to be gone. For the days are now shrinking. The summer's moved on.

Chorus: Swallow, swallow I wish I could follow you, over the deserts, the mountains, the seas. South to the colours and sunshine of Africa. Flying high, flying free.

Swallow I don't understand how you know how far you will fly to and which way you will go. Resting at night time and flying by day, with no map or compass to show you the way.

And I wish you could stay here the whole winter through, just as the robins and chaffinches do. But I know that you can't for when frost grips the year, the insects you feed on will all disappear.

Chorus:

Butterfly, dragonfly, salmon and seal, whale and reindeer, cuckoo and eel, each of them doing the migration dance and I'd do it too if they'd give me the chance.

Clock in the kitchen and clock in the hall, clock on the mantle piece and clock on the wall, tocking and ticking me off when I'm late, but no clock to tell me it's time to migrate.

Chorus:

And I'll miss your forked tails as you swoop through the air. Your nests will be empty that you built with such care. But I know you'll return as you have done before and your nests will be filled with your young ones once more.

So when winter departs with his mantle of snow and the plum tree's in blossom and the days start to grow. When the summer sun rises and the sky is on fire. I will see you again on that telegraph wire.

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Raggle Taggle Gypsies

Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high and they sang so low. And the lady sits in her chamber late and her heart it melted away as snow.

They sang so sweet and they sang so clear that fast her tears began to flow. And then she's laid aside her silken gown to go with the raggle taggle gypsies.

And then she's took off her high heeled shoes, made of Spanish leather and around her shoulders a blanket she threw, to go with the raggle taggle gypsies.

It was late that night when her lord come home enquiring for his lady. Then the servant girl gave this reply, "Oh, she's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."

"Then saddle to me my milk white steed. Bridle me my pony, that I may ride to seek my bride who's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies."

Then he's rode high and he's rode low. He rode through woods and copses, until he came to the far green fields. Oh and there he spied his lady.

"What makes you leave your houses and land? What makes you leave your money? What makes you leave your new wedded lord? To go with the raggle taggle gypsies."

"Oh what care I for houses and land ? What care I for money? What care I for my new wedded lord? I'll go with the raggle taggle gypsies."

"Oh but last night you slept in a goose feather bed with the sheets turned down so bravely. Now tonight you will lie in the cold open fields, all along with the raggle taggle gypsies."

"But what care I for a goose feather bed with the sheets turned down so bravely, for tonight I will lie in the wide open fields along with the raggle taggle gypsies."

Guitar tuning CGCFGC

LAYERS LYRICS

The Ranter see 'Traces'
The Coast of Peru see 'Traces'

Worcester City

In Worcester City there lived a damsel O the truth to you I'll tell And she by her servant man was courted Who oft' times told her that he loved her well

She loved him too but at a distance He did not seem to be very fond Now for your fondness and unconstant fairness I soon will end your sweet tender life

A short time after this fair young damsel Was invited to a ball you know And this wicked young man young man he followed after And he soon prepared for her overthrow

As she was dancing all with another Jealousy it filled his mind And to destroy his own true lover This wicked young man he was inclined

Then quickly he prepared some poison And mixed it with a glass of wine And he gave it to his own true lover Who drunk it with a most fearful mind

A short time after this fair young damsel "Now take me home my dear said she For the liquor that you lately gave me It makes me very ill indeed

As they were walking along together He then unto her did say "O I gave you poison all in your liquor All for to take your sweet life away And I have drunk of the same my jewel I soon shall sigh as well as thee" So in each other's arms they died Young men beware of jealousy

UNNACCOMPANIED

Glastonbury Town

As I was a'walking down Glastonbury street The windows were all made of clay There I beheld a fair pretty maid All in the casement lay

Chorus
To me right fal the lol the lol diddle all day

"Come down come down my pretty fair maid Come down this moment to me Here's fifty bright guineas I'll freely give you One night with me for to lie"

"Well I can't come down kind sir she said For my father is standing by Or else this moment I would come down One night with you for to lie"

Not long after as you shall hear Her father went far from home When he returned from his journey again Poor girl she looked pale and wan

"What is the matter my pretty fair maid What is the matter with thee Have you had any heart sickness Or been lying with any young man"

"Well I've not had any heart sickness Or been lying with any young man I have took it my heart You've been so long from home"

Twelve months after as you shall hear The young farmer come riding by "You know kind sir this child's by you And the same you cannot deny"

"Well if you are with a child my love The child is nothing of mine Unless you can tell me the where and when The very same hour and time"

"Well I can tell you the where and when The very same hour and time It was all under my father's rose bush And the clock it was striking nine"

EADEAE

LADY MAISRY see 'Jewels'

Jack the Sailor

Well as I walked out one May morning by the seaside as I was a walking 'Twas there I saw a pretty maid along with her father talking He said "thy true love is come on shore the only lad that you do adore But all of these fellows I'd have you give o'er not to wed with a tarry sailor"

Then up jumped Jack as nimble as a bee saying "where is my true love Nancy She is the girl that I do adore and the only girl I fancy I've oft' times been where the stormy winds blow I've oft' times faced the daring foe So you must answer yes or no if you will wed with Jack a tarry sailor"

"Do you think that I've come courting you with all of my pockets empty O no says Jack you need not fear I've got gold and silver plenty" Then into her apron Jack he told five hundred guineas all in bright gold All into her lap he throwed it bold saying "take that and wed a tarry sailor"

Well the old man he stood behind Jack's back he stood like one amazéd The old man he stood behind Jack's back and over him he gazéd Since thou has savéd all thy store and you each other do adore I'll give thee twice as much as more for Jack he's a clever tarry sailor

Then the old man he cries my dear you shall have since all of thy gold it has won her 'Tis the breaking of our happy home so stick to her and love her Says Jack "no fear" the girl wipes a tear and her father and her mother they embrace her With the man that I love I would rather go away all along with my clever tarry sailor So drink boys drink and pass the grog about for tonight we shall be merry I've got gold and silver and jewels so bright and my wife she is most drunk and tight And I shall sleep with her tonight and I'll behave myself like a sailor

STANDARD TUNING

The Golden Glove see 'Jewels'
When a man's in love see 'Traces'

The Buxom Lass

Well as I walkéd out one morning I spied a buxom lass Belonging to some dairy man and she had a field of grass And it grew between two mountains at the foot of a running stream So she hired me to cut it down while the small birds sweetly sing

Then I said "O my pretty fair maid what wages do you give? For mowing it is hard labour unless your scythe is good" So she said "if you do please me well as I am a lady clear I will give you a crown an acre and plenty of strong beer"

Then I said "O my pretty fair maid I like your wages well And if I mow your grass down you shall say how it is done well For my scythe it is in good order O it lately has been ground So my bonny lass I'll mow your grass until it's down into the ground"

Then she said "O my handsome young man and will you now begin For my grass it is in good order and I long to have it in And it is such pleasant weather O I long to clear the ground So keep your scythe in order to mow my meadow down"

Then with courage like a lion I entered in the field But before I had mowed one swathe of grass O I was obliged to yield But before I had mowed one swathe of grass my scythe being bent and broke Then she said "O my handsome young man your tired of your work"

Then she said "O my handsome young man and will you now begin For mowing it is hard labour and it is weakening to the back For mowing it is hard labour and you must it forsake So around my little meadow well you may use your fork and rake"

Then I said "O my pretty fair maid pray do not on me frown But if I stop all summer long O I cannot cut it down For it is such a pleasant place and grows such crops of grass And it is well watered by the spring that makes it grow so fast

UNNACCOMPANIED

The Flower of Serving Men see 'Traces'
The Banks of Newfoundland see 'Jewels'