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Lady Franklin's Lament
04:53
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Was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With one hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor sailors do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo and his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Franklin along with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live
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I sowed the seeds of love
And I sowed them in the spring
Gathered them up in the morning so soon
While small birds sweetly sing
My garden was planted well
With flowers everywhere
I had not the liberty to choose for myself
The flower I held most dear
The gardener standing by
Three flowers he gave to me
He gave me the violet, the lily and the pink
But I refused all three
The violet I did not like
Because it fades so soon
The lily and the pink I did over think
And vowed I would wait til June
For in June is the red, red rose
And that's the flower for me
Ofttimes Have I plucked that red rosy bush
And gained a willow tree
Now the willow tree may twist
And the willow tree may twine
I wish I was lying in that young woman's arms
That once held this heart of mine
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Bonny Bunch of Roses
05:36
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By the dangers of the ocean one pleasant evening in the month of June
Where the feathered singing blackbird his charming notes did sweetly tune
It was there I spied a woman she was seemingly in grief and woe
Conversing with young Bonaparte concerning the Bonny Bunch of Roses o
Well its up spoke young Napoleon and he took his mother's hand
Crying Mother dear, be patient, for soon I will take command
I will raise a terrible army and through tremendous dangers go
And in spite of all the universe, I'll will conquer the Bonny Bunch of Roses o
Oh son don't speak so venturesome for England has the heart of oak
Yes and England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity has nare been broke
So son think on your father, for in St Helena his body it lies low
And you will follow after, beware of the Bonny Bunch of Roses o
For he took three hundred thousand men likewise some kings to join his throng
And he was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world along
But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by driving snow
And Moscow was a-blazing he lost the Bonny Bunch of Roses o
So its Mother adieu forever now I’m on my dying bed
Had I lived I might have been clever now I bow my youthful head
Ah but while our bones do moulder and weeping willows over us grow
All the deeds of brave Napoleon they will sting the Bonny Bunch of Roses o
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Dalesman's Litany
05:52
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It's hard when folks can't get their work where they've been bred and born
When I was young I used to think I'd bide 'mid roots and corn
But I've been forced to work in town so here's my litany
From Hull and Halifax and Hell, good Lord deliver me
When I was courting Mary Jane, the old squire he says one day
I've got no rooms for wedded folk, choose whether to go or to stay
I could not give up the girl I loved, so to town I was forced to flee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell, good Lord deliver me
I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfied and I've earned some honest brass
In Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham I've kept my bairns and lass
I've travelled all three Ridings round and once I went to sea
From forges, mills and coaling boats, good Lord deliver me
I've walked at night through Sheffield lanes, 'twas just as being in hell
Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire and roared like the wind on the fell
I've sammed up coals in Barnsley pits with muck up to my knee
From Barnsley, Sheffield, Rotherham, good Lord deliver me
I've seen fog creep across Leeds bridge as thick as the Bastille soup
I've lived where folks were stowed away like rabbits in a coop
I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck as black as ebony
From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsey Stack, good Lord deliver me
But now that all our children have gone, to the country we've come back
There's forty mile of heathery moor 'twixt us and the coalpits' stack
And as I sit by the fire at night, I laugh and shout with glee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell the good Lord delivered me
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Cliffs of Dooneen
04:01
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You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away oer the mountains far away oer the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen,
There's none to compare with The Cliffs of Dooneen
Take a view oer the water fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky slopes on the West coast of Clare
The towns of Kilrush and Kilkee can be seen
From the high rocky slopes at The Cliffs of Dooneen
Its a nice place to be on a fine Summer's day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
The hare and lofty pheasant are plain to be seen
Making homes for their young round The Cliffs of Dooneen
Fare thee well to Dooneen fare thee well for a while
And to all the fine people I'm leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes of The Cliffs of Dooneen
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6. |
Bonny Boy
02:25
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7. |
How High The Cost
05:20
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I HEARD A MAN TALKING IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY
I DIDN’T THINK I WOULD CRY WHEN I HEARD WHAT HE’D SAY
HE SPOKE OF THE CHILDREN THAT ONCE USED TO PLAY
OUTSIDE OF HIS WINDOW EACH MORNING
THE WAR IT HAD STARTED WAY OUT TO THE EAST
AND THE SOLDIER SET MARCHING THE END OF OUR PEACE
THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM AND WHAT THEY BELIEVED
WITH THEIR ANCESTORS BLOOD THEY WERE RAGING
HOW HIGH THE COST HOW FAR THE WAY
HOW LONG IS THE SUFFERING HOW MANY MUST PAY
AND WHAT OF THE CHILDREN THE INNICENT SO FAIR
ARE THEY CARRYING THE FIGHT TO THE FUTURE THAT’S THEIRS
HE SPOKE OF HIS HOMELAND THE PLACE OIF HIS YOUTH
AND HOW HIS HEART ACHED FOR THE MEMORIES OF TRUTH
HIS HOUSE AND HIS LAND FROM WHICH HE’D BEEN REMOVED
DESTROYED IN THE VIOLIENCE AND CARNAGE
AND HE SPOKE OF THE FACES MADE OLD IN THE YOUNG
THE SENSLESS DESTRUCTION DEATH BY THE GUN
AND INTO STARVATION COLD BITTERNESS RUN
FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS SOUL HE WAS CRYING
CHORUS
I HEARD A MAN TALKING IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY
I DIDN’T THINK I WOULD CRY WHEN I HEARD WHAT HE’D SAY
HIS VOICE SEEMED SO CLOSE YET HIS PAIN FAR AWAY
I DIDN’T REALISE HOW MUCH THEY WERE HURTING
DO SOME OF THE ANSWERS LYE IN VICTORY
THE WRIGHT AND THE WRONG IS IT EASY TO SEE
GOD BLESS LOVING CHILDREN AND SET THEM ALL FREE
FOR THEIR MISSING THE BEAUTY OF LIVING
CHORUS
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My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day"
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Moved here and move there
Then she made her way homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
I dreamt it last night
That my dead love came in
So softly she moved
That her feet made no din
Then she came close beside me
And this she did say
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day"
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9. |
Spancil Hill
05:08
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Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on travelling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped aboard a vision
and followed with my will
'Til next I came to anchor
At the cross near Spancil Hill
Delighted by the novelty
Enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood
Where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur
And think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water
That flows down Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June
The day before the fair
Where Ireland's sons and daughters
In crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
They came for sport and kill
There were jovial conversations
At the cross near Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours
To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The others turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches
When I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love
She's white as any lily
And gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me
Saying Johnny I love you still
She's Meg the farmers daughter
And the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I stooped and kissed her
As in the day of 'ore
She said Johnny you're only joking
As many the times before
The cock crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
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10. |
Fiddler's Green
07:12
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As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the sky is all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
When you get by on dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Oh where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
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