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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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Rosemary Lane
04:17
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I earn my apprentice in Rosemary Lane
Where I have the goodwill of my master and dame
A sailor came by when we wanted to lay
And that was the cause of my misery
The sailor was drowsy and he hung down his head
And he asked for a candle to light him to bed
I lead him there too as another might do
Said he my pretty maid to my bed come unto
A foolish young maiden well I thought it no harm
To lie on my bed to keep his back warm
And what was done there I shall never declair
But I wish that short night had been seven long years
Break
So early next morning the sailor arose
And into my apron three guineas he throwed
Saying this I will give and more I will do
If you'll be my darling wherever I go
Now if it's a boy he’ll fight for the king
And if it's a girl she’ll wear a gold ring
She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I earn the goodwill of my master and dame
A sailor came by with me wanted to lay
And that was the cause of my misery
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Bedlam Boys
04:59
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For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to get me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
There I picked up a cauldron
Where I boiled ten thousand harlots
Tho full of flame I drank the same
To the health all such farlots
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
This spirit's white as lightning
Would on me travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake
When ever they espied me
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
No gypsy slut nor dark sea
Shall win my matom from me
I’ll weep all night with stars I’ll fight
The fray shall well become me
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Go fill the season barrels
I’ll drink it all well brewed with bull
Maudlin drunk ‘Ill quarrel
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
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But 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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Three Ravens
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There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down, a down, heigh down, heigh down
They were as black as black might be,
With a down
The one of them said to his mate,
“Where shall we our breakfast eat?”
With a down, derry derry derry down down
”Oh down in yonder green field
There lies a knight slain under his shield.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they do their master keep.”
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
There is no fowl dare nigh him come.
Oh down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she may go.
She lifted up his wounded head
And kissed the wounds that were so red.
She got him up upon her back,
Carried him to earthen lake.
She buried him before the prime
And was dead herself ere evesong time.
God send to every gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds and such woman.
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John Barleycorn
04:57
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There was three men came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn should die.
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Throwed clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solenm vow,
John Barleycorn was dead.
Then they let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
Then little Sir John sprung up his head,
And soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John he growed a long beard
And so became a man.
They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled him and tied him by the waist,
And served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he served him worse than that,
For he bound him to the cart.
They wheeled him round and round the field
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn mow
Of poor John Baricycorn.
They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he served him worse than that,
For he ground him between two stones.
Here's little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl,
And brandy in a glass;
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger man at last.
And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettles or pots
Without a little of Barleycorn.
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Bushes and Briars
04:49
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Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and play
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and play
I overhead my own true love
His voice did sound clear
Long time have I been waiting for
The coming of my dear
Long time have I been waiting for
The coming of my dear
Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
Sometimes I think I'll go to my love
And tell to him my mind Sometimes I think I'll go to my love
And tell to him my mind
But if I should go to my love
My love he will say “nay”
If I show to him my boldness
He'll ne'er love me again
If I show to him my boldness
He'll never love me again
Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and play
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and to play
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Sovay
02:55
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Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array
With a sword and pistol all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, she ride
As she was riding over the plain
She met her true love and bid him stand
Your gold and silver kind sir she said
Or else this moment or else this moment your life will hang
And when she dropped off his door
She said kind sir there is one thing more
A golden ring which I know you have
Deliver it deliver it your sweet life to save
Oh that golden ring a token is my life
I’ll lose the ring I’ll say Being tender-hearted just like the dove
She rode away she rode away from her true love
Next morning in the garden green
Just like true lovers they were seen
He espied his watch hanging by her clothes
It made him blush It made him blush like any rose
Oh what makes you blush at so silly a thing
I thought to have had your golden ring
It was like I brought you all on a plate
Here’s your watch Here’s your watch and your gold again
For I did intend and it was to know
If that you were my true love or no
for If you had given me that ring she said
I'd have pulled the trigger I'd pulled the trigger and shot you dead''
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The Blacksmith
04:11
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A blacksmith courted me Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart Wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand He looked so clever
And if I was with my love I would live forever.
But where is my love gone With his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on Decked with primroses.
Im afraid the scorching sun Will burn and shine his beauty
And if I was with my love I’d do my duty.
Strange news is come to town Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down That my love is married.
I wish them both much joy Though they can't see me
And may God reward him well For the slighting of me.
Don't you remember when You lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me And not deny me.
If I said I'd marry you It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love… And I’ll not deny you.
Inst verse
Oh witness have I none save God Almighty.
And may He reward you well for the slighting of me.
Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble,
For to think she had loved one and he'd proved deceitful.
A blacksmith courted me Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart Wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love I would live forever.
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Now the Green
04:05
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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 Park
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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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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The Barley and the Rye
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Its of an old country farmer, living in the west Country
And He had the prettiest little wife you ever did see
The young men came a courting when he wasn’t nigh
And oft times they’d take a tumble in the barley and the rye
The old man in the morning he found himself alone
We he looked out the window and saw his wife midst the corn
A young man lay beside her the old man he did cry
Saying wife wife oh how could you cause the spoiling of the rye
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Oh husband my poor husband this like I n’er done afore
But if you’ve got just one friend I’ve a dozen more
I will not desert you if them you would employ
We’ll have plenty of love and money for the barley and the rye
The barley and the rye (Repeat)
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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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