1. |
Demon Lover
04:36
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LYRICS:
“Oh, where have you been, my long, long love,
These seven years and more?”
“I've come to seek my former vows
You granted me before.”
“Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows,
For they will breed sad strife;
Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows,
For I am become a wife.”
He turned him right and round about,
And a salt tear blint his eye:
“I never would have trodden on Irish ground,
Had it not been for the love of thee.”
“I might have had a king's daughter,
Far beyond the sea;
I might have had a king's daughter,
Had it not been for the love of thee.”
“If you might have had a king's daughter,
You have yourself to blame;
You should have taken your king's daughter,
Your journey’s been in vain.”
“If I was to leave my husband dear,
And my two babes also,
Oh, what have you to take me to,
If with you I should go?”
“I’ve seven ships upon the sea,
The eighth brought me to land,
With four-and-twenty mariners bold,
And music on command.”
She’s taken up her little babes,
Kissed them on cheeks and chin;
“Oh, fair you well, my own two babes,
For I'll never see you again.”
She’s set her foot upon the ship,
No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were of the woven silk,
And the masts of the beaten gold.
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dismal drew his countenance,
And hateful grew his eye.
They had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
And she wept most bitterly.
“Oh, hold your tongue of your weeping,” said he,
“Of your weeping now let me be;
And I’ll show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy.”
“Oh, what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,
Where the sun shines sweetly so?”
“Oh, yon are the hills of Heaven,” he said,
“Where all good people go.”
“Oh, what a mountain is yon,” she said,
“All dreary with frost and snow?”
“Oh, yon is the mountain of Hell,” he cried,
“Where you and I must go.”
He struck up the top-mast with his hand,
The fore-mast with his knee,
And he broke that gallant ship in twain,
And he sank her in the sea.
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2. |
Haul Away Joe
03:45
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LYRICS:
When I was a little lad or so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I didn’t kiss the girls my lips would all grow a-mouldy,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
King Louis was the king of France before the revolution,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
But then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
St Patrick was a gentleman, he came of decent people,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
He built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
St Patrick drove away the snakes, then drank up all the whiskey,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
This made him sing and dance a jig, he felt so fine and frisky,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Pat Murphy was a friend of mine, his wake was last September,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
They said I had a real good time, I wish I could remember,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
The cook is in the galley, making duff so handy,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
The captain’s in his cabin, a-drinking wine and brandy,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
We’re running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
It’s every man aloft, my boys, or we’ll be driven under,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
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3. |
Johnny I Hardly Knew You
02:17
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LYRICS:
When on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo,
When on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
When on the road to sweet Athy, a stick in the hand and a drop in the eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry, “Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, the enemy nearly slew you,
And my darling dear, you look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, when my poor heart you first beguiled,
Why did you run from me and the child, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, the enemy nearly slew you,
And my darling dear, you look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“Where are the legs with which you’d run, hurroo, hurroo,
Where are the legs with which you’d run, hurroo, hurroo,
Where are the legs with which you’d run, when first you went to carry a gun,
Indeed your dancing days are done, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, the enemy nearly slew you,
And my darling dear, you look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo,
You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo,
You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, you're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg,
You'll have to put with a bowl to beg, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
“With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, hurroo, hurroo,
With your gun and your drum and your drum and your gun, the enemy nearly slew you,
And my darling dear, you look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew you.”
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4. |
Willie o' Winsbury
03:55
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LYRICS:
The king has been a prisoner,
And a prisoner long in Spain,
And bold Willie of Winsbury
With his daughter at home has lain.
“What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet,
Why you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or been sleeping with a man?”
“I have not had any sore sickness,
Nor been sleeping with a man;
I grieve for you, my father dear,
For biding so long in Spain.”
“You lie to your father, my daughter Janet,
You’ve been sleeping with a man,
For I can tell you by your shape
And your face is so pale and wan.”
“Oh, was it with a lord or a duke or a knight,
Or a man of birth and fame,
Or was it with one of my serving men
That's lately returned from Spain?”
“Oh, it wasn't with a lord nor a duke nor a knight,
Nor a man of birth and fame,
But it was with Willie of Winsbury,
For I could not bide alone.”
And the king has called on his merry men all,
By thirty and by three,
Saying, “Fetch me this Willie of Winsbury,
For a hanged man, he shall be.”
But when he came before the king,
He was clad all in the red silk;
His hair was like the strands of gold
And his skin was as white as the milk.
And “It is no wonder,” said the king,
“That my daughter's love you did win;
For if I were a woman, as I am a man,
My bedfellow you would have been.”
“Now will you marry my daughter Janet,
By the troth of your own right hand?
Oh, if you marry my daughter Janet
I will make you the lord of this land.”
“Oh yes, I will marry your daughter Janet,
By the troth of my own right hand.
Why yes, I will marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll not be the lord of your land.”
And he's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey;
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she’ll ride in a long Summer's day.
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Lovely on the Water
02:43
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LYRICS:
As I walked out one morning
In the Spring time of the year,
I overheard a sailor boy
Likewise a lady fair.
They sang a song together,
Made the valleys for to ring;
While the birds on the spray in the meadow gay
Proclaimed the lovely Spring.
Said Willy unto Nancy,
“Oh, we soon must sail away,
For it's lovely on the water
To hear the music play.
For our Queen she do want seamen,
So I will not stay on shore.
I will brave the wars for my country
Where the blundering cannons roar.”
Poor Nancy fell and fainted
But soon he brought her to,
For it's there they kissed and they embraced
And took a fond adieu.
“Come change your ring with me, my love,
For we may meet once more;
For there's One above that will guard you, love,
Where the blundering cannons roar.”
“Four pounds, it is our bounty,
And that must do for thee,
For to help the aged parents
While I am on the sea.”
For Tower Hill is crowded
With mothers weeping sore,
For their sons are gone to face the foe
Where the blundering cannons roar.
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6. |
Outlandish Knight
02:38
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LYRICS:
An outlandish knight from the northern lands came,
He came wooing of me;
He told me he'd take me up to the north lands,
There he would marry me.
“Go fetch me some of your father's gold,
Some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best of your father's horses,
Where stand thirty and three.”
She's fetched him some of her father's gold,
Some of her mother's fee,
And two of the best of her father's horses,
Where stand thirty and three.
She's mounted on her milk-white steed,
He's rode the dapple grey;
They rode till they came to the broad riverside,
Three hours before it was day.
“Light off, light off your milk-white steed,
Light off, light off,” cried he,
“For six pretty maidens I've drownded here,
And the seventh one you shall be.”
“Take off, take off your silken gown,
Deliver it over to me,
For it is too fine and much too fair
To rot in the salt-water sea.”
“If I must take off my silken gown,
Then turn your face to the tree,
For it isn’t fitting a villain like you
A naked lady should see.”
And as he’s turned himself around,
Turning his face to the tree,
She's grabbed him by the middle so small,
And tumbled him into the stream.
Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam,
Down to the bank came he;
“Oh, help me, oh help me, my pretty fair maid,
Or drownded I shall be”
“Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For six pretty maidens you've drowned here,
But the seventh one hath drownded thee;
For six pretty maidens you've drowned here,
But the seventh one hath drownded thee.”
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7. |
Young Emily
02:05
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LYRICS:
Young Emily was a fair maid,
She loved a driver boy,
Who sailed the main much gold to gain,
Way down in the lowlands low.
Her father ran a public house
Down by the river side;
“Come ye, come ye and enter in
And there this night abide.”
“Oh please, don't tell them nothing,
Don't you ever let them know
That your name it is young Edmund,
Who drove in the lowlands low.”
Young Edmund fell to drinking,
From drinking into bed;
He little knew that in the night
They would cut off his head.
Young Emily in the morning
Was putting on her clothes,
Saying “I'm going to find my driver boy,
Who drove in the lowlands low.”
“Oh father, my dear father,
You've got to let me know
What's happened to my driver boy,
Who drove in the lowlands low.”
“Oh daughter, my dear daughter,
Don't you speak so loud and free;
His gold is all for us to claim
For his body's in the sea.”
“Oh father, cruel father,
You’ll hang a public show
For the murdering of my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low.”
“My true love’s in the ocean,
The fish swim o'er his breast;
His body's still in motion,
But I pray his soul's at rest.”
“See the coach on yonder mountain,
How it’s moving to and fro;
It reminds me of my driver boy,
Who drove in the lowlands low.”
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LYRICS:
Near to Banbridge town in the County Down, one morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by;
Oh she looked so neat from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut brown hair;
Such a coaxing elf, sure I checked myself to be sure I was standing there.
Oh from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-by "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
Well he smiles at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of all Ireland's crown;
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Benn, she's the star of the County Down."
Oh from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit since my roving career began,
But fair and square I surrendered there to the charms of young Rosie McCann;
With a heart to let and no tenant yet did I meet within shawl or gown,
But in she went and I asked no rent from the star of the County Down.
Oh from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
At the Harvest Fair I'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from my nut-brown rose;
No pipe I'll smoke and no horse I'll yoke, though my plow in the rust turns brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.
Oh from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
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9. |
Sir Patrick Spens
01:50
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LYRICS:
The king sat in Dunfermline town,
Drinking of the blood red wine;
"Where can I get a stealy skipper
To sail this mighty ship of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy,
Sitting at the king's right knee:
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
That ever sailed upon the sea."
The king has written a broad letter
And sealed it up with his own right hand,
Sending word unto Sir Patrick
To come to him at his command.
"An enemy then this must be,
Who told a lie concerning me,
For I was never a very good seaman,
Nor ever did intend to be."
"Last night I saw the new, new moon
With the old moon in her arm;
A sign, a sign since we were born
That means there'll be a deadly storm."
They had not sailed upon the deep
A day, a day, but barely three,
When loud and boisterous grew the wind
And loud and stormy grew the sea.
Then up there came a mermaiden,
A comb and glass, all in her hand;
"Here's to you, my merry young men,
For you'll not see dry land again."
"Oh, long may my lady stand
With a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship
Come sailing homeward to dry land."
Forty miles off Aberdeen
The water's fifty fathoms deep
And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet.
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10. |
Land on the Shore
02:38
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LYRICS:
Now my friends, our meeting is over,
Parents we must part
And if on Earth we meet no more,
I'll keep you in my heart.
And we'll land on the shore
And we'll land on that shore
And we'll land on the shore
And be safe forevermore.
Now my friends, our meeting is over,
Siblings we must part
And if on Earth we meet no more,
I'll keep you in my heart.
And we'll land on the shore
And we'll land on that shore
And we'll land on the shore
And be safe forevermore.
Now my friends, our meeting is over,
Soldiers we must part
And if on Earth we meet no more,
I'll keep you in my heart.
And we'll land on the shore
And we'll land on that shore
And we'll land on the shore
And be safe forevermore.
Now my friends, our meeting is over,
Lovers we must part
And if on Earth we meet no more,
I'll keep you in my heart.
And we'll land on the shore
And we'll land on that shore
And we'll land on the shore
And be safe forevermore.
And we'll land on the shore
And we'll land on that shore
And we'll land on the shore
And be safe forevermore.
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Roary Skaista UK
Roary Skaista is a queer folk musician based in Oxford, performing traditional folk songs as well as their own material on
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