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Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
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Rufford Park Poachers
06:59
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A buck or doe believe it so A pheasant or a hare
Were set on earth for everyone Quite equally to share
So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
They say that forty gallant poachers They were in distress
They'd often been attacked when Their number it was less So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
Among the gorse, to settle scores Those forty gathered stones
To make a fight for poor men's rights And break the keepers bones So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
The keepers went with flails against The poachers and their cause
So no man there again would dare Defy the rich man's laws So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
Down on the ground with mortal wound Head keeper Roberts lay
He never will rise up until The final judgement day
Of all that band who made a stand To set a net or snare
The four men brought before the court Were tried for murder there So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
The Judge he said "For Robert's death Transported you must be
To serve a term of forty years In convict slavery"
So poacher bold, as I unfold Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford
A buck or doe believe it so A pheasant or a hare
Were set on earth for everyone Quite equally to share
So poacher bold, your tale is told Keep up your gallant heart
And think about those poachers bold That night in Rufford Park
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Three Ravens (a capella)
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It's in the evening after dark,
When the blackleg miner creeps to work,
With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt,
There goes the blackleg miner!
Well he grabs his duds and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below,
There's not a woman in this town-row
Will look at the blackleg miner.
Delaval is a terrible place.
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face,
And around the heaps they run a foot race,
To catch the blackleg miner!
Join the union while you may.
Don’t wait until your dying day,
For that may not be far away,
You dirty blackleg miner!
Don’t go near the Seghill mine.
Across the way they stretch a line,
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner.
They grab his duds and his picks as well,
they hoy them down to the pit of hell.
Down you go, and fare ye well,
You dirty blackleg miner!
So join the union while you may.
Dont wait till your dying day,
For that may not be far away,
You dirty blackleg miner!
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Oh Sally my dear it’s you he’d be kissing
Oh Sally my dear it’s you he’d be kissing
She smiled and replied he don’t know what he’s a’ missing She smiled and replied he don’t know what he’s a’ missing
If all the young men were as hares on the mountain
If all the young men were as hares on the mountain
How many young girls would take guns and go a’ hunting How many young girls would take guns and go a’ hunting
If all the young men were as rushes a’growing
If all the young men were as rushes a’growing
Those pretty maidens with their scythes would go reaping Those pretty maidens with their scythes would go a’reaping
Oh Sally my dear Oh Sally my dear
If all the young men ran like deer on the mountain
If all the young men ran like deer on the mountain
How many young maids would rush to go a hunting How many young maids would rush to go a hunting
If all the young men sang like blackbirds and thrushes
If all the young men sang like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young maids would rush to go a courting How many young maids would rush to go a courting
Oh Sally my dear (repeat)
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
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The Rowan Amber Mill Devon, UK
Since 2007 The Rowan Amber Mill have been purveyors of Woodland Folkadelica/alt-Folk. Releases include: "folk devils & moral panics", "midsummers" and "Heartwood". The Book of the Lost (with Emily Jones). Silent Night Songs (with Angeline Morrison).The folk horror collection Harvest the Ears. The synth album Follows Shortly (as Making Tea For Robots). They are half of Rowan:Morrison. ... more
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