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Bury Those Bones
04:05
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When you get ready for the play
Look to the side for the angle of the day
The rain's gonna fall may never slide away
So you bury those bones in the deep dark clay
If you are looking for the one
The one who will bring the bullet and the gun
Now's not the time to let the river run
So you wait for the day when you can see the sun
Bury those ones in the deep dark clay
What does the soldier have to bring
The gold in the sky at the centre of the ring
So bold at the heart to rage through thick and thin
When will you know the trouble that you're in
Can you believe in saving grace
Send an angel to me to take me from this place
Give a message a sign a number on the face
Burn the fire on the stone and lead on with the chase
Bury those ones in the deep dark clay
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From Kentucky to Sligo
03:30
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Spencer The Rover
03:33
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This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home
He had been much reduced
Which caused great confusion
And that was the reason he started to roam.
In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling, he sat down to rest
By the foot of yon’ mountain
Lays a clear flowing fountain
With bread and cold water he himself did refresh.
With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted
With wood, vine and ivy his bed for to make
But he dreamt about sighing
Lamenting and crying
Go home to your family and rambling forsake.
Was the fifth day of November, I’ve reason to remember
When first he arrived home to his family and friends
And they did stand so astounded
Surprised and dumbfounded
To see such a stranger once more in their sight.
And his children come around him with their prittle prattling stories
With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away
And he’s as happy as those
As have thousands of riches
Contented he’ll remain and not ramble away.
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Midsummer eve it fell on a Saturday
Sue and William went to be wed
They had music played by a fiddler'
"Let's go dancing,! William said.
(Chorus)
They danced and danced and danced around
Danced, danced to the fiddler's sound
Midnight struck and then said the fiddler
"Dancing on a Sunday wouldn't be right,"
Sue gave a laugh, "Don't care if to Hell I go
I'll find another fiddler tonight."
(Chorus)
Off went the fiddler, left them all grumbling,
Then another fiddler came along the way.
"You'd like to dance and I'd like to play for you"
Tunes he played both merry and gay.
(Chorus)
Stop cried the dancers, "NO" cried the fiddler,
He kept on in spite of their moans.
They couldn't stop their jerking and a stumbling,
Then in a flash, He turned them into stones.
(Chorus)
Stanton Drew in the County of Somerset
That's where the Devil played at Sue's request,
They paid the price for dancing on a Sunday.
Now they are standing evermore at rest.
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Ten Thousand Miles Away
03:28
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Daddy Fox
03:33
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Daddy Fox went out on a winters night
Prayed for the moon to give him light
For he'd many many miles to go that night
Before he reached the town-o,
Town-o town-o,
He'd many many miles to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
And flung a duck across his back
And he heeded not their quivvy-quivvy-quack
Nor the legs all a-dangling down-o
Down-o, etc.
Then old mother Twiddle-Twaddle jumped out of bed
And out of the window she stuck her little head
Crying John, John the grey goose is dead
And the fox he's away to his den-o!"
Den-o, etc.
Well John he rode to the top of the hill
And blew his horn both loud and shrill.
Play on said Reynard with your music still
While I get away to my den-o
Den-o, etc.
Then old Daddy Fox and his cubs and his wife
They cut up the goose without any knife
Saying I never had such a supper in my life
And the little ones can chew on the bones-o
Bones-o, etc.
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You Can Be You
03:37
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You can be you and I can be me
But the nut never falls very far from the tree
The ravage of time might take us away
But the bloodline persists at the end of the day
Where were you when I needed you
The fruits turned so bad through and through
Nothing to hold to nothing to say
Like a hole in the ground and I’m falling away
I never asked to be here in this place
I look in the mirror and stare at this face
Come angel of god and save a small tiny piece
Let the heavens above give me hope of release
You can be you and I can be me
But the nut never falls very far from the tree
The ravage of time might take us away
But the bloodline persists at the end of the day
To build on the rock when the sun shines through
To move on to pastures so sure and true
So happy to be here no game is too far
To follow the wind and connect with the star
Keep love at the heart keep heart at the core
No one could do better no one could do more
Stay strong in the middle and brave at the end
Keep marching on forward the message to send
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I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon the leyland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new mown hay
In spring we sow at the harvest mow
And that is how the seasons round they go
But of all the times if choose I may
We’d be rambling through the new mown hay
In winter when the sky is grey
We hedge and ditch our times away
But in summer when the sun shines gay
We’d go rambling through the new mown hay
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Ain't Life Funny
04:24
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Ain't life funny the way it goes
Eating and drinking, buying clothes
Walking in circles every day
You call and all of that is lifted away
And when did you know where you were going
What kind of person you would turn out to be
Some people seem to know as if they can see
Way beyond the finish line well it’s a mystery to me
You ask for nothing, nothing at all
No rhyme or reason for you to call
Still walking in circles then I pray
You'll call and all of this will be lifted away
But I don't like religion too many rules
Blind faith believing is this for fools
Let's keep it simple don't try too hard
It's just a game to play where no holes are bard
And when did you know--------
Well ain't life funny the way it goes
And where it takes us no one knows
Life is for living hear them say
You call and all of this is lifted away
And when did you know--------
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