Fairport Convention - Full House (1970) by Fairport Convention (보컬) on maniadb.com

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Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me
The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by

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Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell

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"Bring along," the brewer said, "bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along to keep us company"

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Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife
Three miles down the road and he's running for his life

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Take care daughter dear
Don't dream on many gallant men tonight
Take care daughter dear
For a doctor comes to steal your books in the dead of night"

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

"Oh, father dear
I dreamed last night a man sat on my bed
And I fear
When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead"

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

He'll have you all
You fine young ladies, pure as fallen snow
He'll have you all
If you think upon improper things, the doctor will know

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

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Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun

Now the right thing's the wrong thing
No more excuses to come
Just one step at a time
And the war has begun

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She's run away, she's run away
And she ran so bitterly
Now call to your colours, friend
Don't you call to me

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Don't you cry, don't you cry
Don't you cry upon the sea
Don't you cry, don't you cry
For your lady and me

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The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat 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 the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"

"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is 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 free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew 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"

"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 waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

Poor Will on the gallows tree
Never a cruel word did say
Oh that a good man
Should be treated this way

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

No purse for a ???
No true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man
He'll pay in awhile
Poor ladies, poor gentleman
Born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh with the hangman
When he comes for his fee?

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

I've heard them lilting
?At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

Sad they for the order
That sent them to the border
The English by guile
For once won the day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

I've heard them lilting
?At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune,
It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe,
Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O.

Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand
Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command;
And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go,
And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O."

"When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee,
And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully,
It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go,
Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O."

Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train
He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain;
But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow
And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak
And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke;
So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low,
And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head
Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed
And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow
The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know