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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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. |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
Chorus) 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 (Chorus) Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell (Chorus) "Bring along," the brewer said, "bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company" (Chorus) Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life (Chorus) (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William He made him an offer but he often was wrong I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much Hey Joe, hear what I say You want my time, I ain't giving away Go make the money you want some other way I don't want to go to Peru Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru? I don't like work and I don't like you I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much I'll tell you where to stick it said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Dylan
I woke up this mornin', there were tears in my bed They killed a man I really loved, shot him the head Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery Closed the door behind him and threw away the key Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. He wouldn't take shit from no one, he wouldn't bow down or kneel Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Prison guards, they hitted him as they cursed him from above But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Away with the buff and the blue
And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Come all you wild young men
and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month of May When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for Freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew When we did spy a bold man of-war sailing three feet to our two Oh, she fired across our bows, Heave to and don't refuse Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you'll lose And our decks they were sputtered with blood and the cannons did loudly roar And broadside and broadside a long time we lay till we could fight no more And a thousand times I wished myself alone all alone with my Polly on the shore She's a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck and for a sweet saint must lie Farewell, my family and my friends, likewise my barley too I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide if I'd have been ruled by you And a thousand times I saw myself again, all alone with my Polly on the shore |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Don't say you caught me,
if you don't need me Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me cause I know your games and they're the same games as mine Feels like a break-up, you're taking up time Don't say you told her, you? still you love her Oh, that's where you've been, I hadn't seen all the signs You swear you've changed then you tell me again That it's you I can trust, for you must think that I'm blind Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time Stop all the schooling, just keep it cool and Believe what I say though it may seem unkind Too late for pleading ? I just want some peace? And go find a new friend cause it's the end of the line Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time Don't say you caught me, if you don't need me Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me 'cause I know your games and they're the same games as mine Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Green-Montgomery
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh down the Eastern seaboard I got my diesel wound up and she's a-running like never before There's a speed zone ahead alright but I can't see a cop in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. I got ten forward gears and a George Overdrive I'm takin' little white pills and my eyes are opened wide And I just passed a Jimmy and White, been passing everything in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, the FBI is checkin on down the line Well, I'm a little overweight but my log books way behind But nothing bothers me tonight, I'm gonna dodge all the scales allright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye I could have a lotta women but I'm not like some other guys I could find me one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. My rigs a little old but that don't mean she's slow There's a good flame blowing from her smoke stack black as coal Well, my home town's comming in sight and if you think I'm happy you're right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
When love, with unconfined wings, hovers within my gates
And my ?divine now fear? brings to whisper at my grates When I lie tangled in her hair and fettered with her eye Birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying ?tense? Our careless heads with roses crowned, our hearts with royal flames When first decreeth in wine we steep when healths and rafts run free Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a gate Minds innocent and quiet take that as a hermitage If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
We used to say
That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Can you fix me up now with a teacher, I wanna become an inventor too Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? It's true no one here understands now but maybe someday they'll catch up with you |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone Take me to the mountains for my pleasure And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart And let me ere deliver him his leisure When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun Come on with the few and leave the many There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand He'll show you a good time for a penny |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
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 Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981)
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 begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon'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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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981)
Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day Something you got, baby Makes me bring home my pay Something you got, baby You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so Something you got, baby Makes the world go 'round Something you got, baby Keep me home every night Something you got, baby You ought to know You ought to know Whoa, whoa, my, my Whoa I love you so Something you got Makes me work all day Something you got Makes me bring home my pay Something you got You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so |
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981)
As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go When first I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel comrade informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, they help upon me And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me When next I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed? Set him free from his irons and let him go free For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country |
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981)
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 Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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from Fairport Convention - The Airing Cupboard Tape 71-74 (Live) (1981)
Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes |
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981)
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981)
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 |
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981)
Swarbrick
In know Rosie, You're living in a world you didn't make And I know it's hard feeling happy When the things you want aren't even there to take (Chorus:) Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Of my Rosie Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow. Throw away your uniform Now's the time to take things by the hand Come on in and take your coat off Settle down and listen to the band And ain't that grand, Rosie (Chorus) |
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - Moat On The Ledge: Live At Broughton Castle (Live) (1981)
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 Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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from Fairport Convention - Gladys' Leap (1985)
The Hiring Fair
(Ralph McTell) Well, I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour. I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour. Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both. I spoke not a word on the cart to the farm, but my heart beat in my throat. Well, my lodgings were dry and my master fair, and I gave him full measure. But my envy grew like the corn in the field, for in his house was my treasure. I'd watch her carry water or drive cows from the byre, And the heat from the sun made the corn grow strong, and with it my desire. Well, I'd see her in my dreaming, and in my dreams caress Her eyes, her lips, and her dark brown hair, the curves beneath her dress. When harvest time it came at last, so heavy was the task, That the women and the men worked side by side, and I had her near at last. So I swung harder with my scythe. Few words between us passed. And I cursed my tongue-tied youthfulness and hoped that she'd hear my heart. When all was safely gathered in, and we sat down to rest, My trembling fingers touched her arm and she placed them on her breast. And then she turned to me as the sun went down, and all my senses reeled, As we lay there on the scented ground and the moon rose over the field. Hmmm.... Well she was safely gathered in my arms when from the barn Drifted the sound of a violin and we hurried back to the farm. And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air, And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair. And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air, And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair. |
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from Fairport Convention - Gladys' Leap (1985) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - Expletive Delighted! (1986) |