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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
Sunday morning, in the summertime
Over worship we hurlers climb Over mountains, valleys deep Those bells are ringing around our feet "Come! Take this morning" cried the priest, "For all good hurlers are the Devil's feast! He will curse you where you stand Mark his circle upon our land" "Oh hurler boys, come on make your choice." He said "Oh, you hurler boys, come on, make your choice - Where you stand! Where you stand!" Bold, brave and strong, we ran the day 'Til thunder rolled in with silver rain Through our fingers; down our backs - The curse was rising and we were trapped "Oh hurler boys, come on make your choice." He said "Oh, you hurler boys, come on, make your choice - Where you stand! Where you stand!" Tall, straight and stubborn, we face the sky That lightening pierced us, our voices cried out Bloody silver, our hearts of stone, We make no shadows, we stand alone "Oh hurler boys, well come on make your choice." He said "Oh you hurler boys, come on, make a choice He said "Oh you hurler boys, come on, make your choice, He said "Oh you hurler boys, come on, make your choice - Where you stand! You hurler boys, Where you stand! You hurler boys, Where you stand! You hurler boys, Where you stand! You hurler boys, Where you stand! Where you stand!" |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
High waves she cut them up in two
The storm's eye we could see With her tattered sails shaking in the gale A terror for a sight was she Cutting through the clouds the moon swept the deck Her wooden bones all alight With a quick glimpse, ghostly was the wreck I couldn't see a soul in sight She's like a feather in a storm Blowing on the wind She's like a feather in a storm When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes Two beacons bright Timber cracked as she broke upon her back Her wooden bones all exposed Stuck there fast with a weather-beaten mast A pale strong figure he arose Then standing at the helm, the devil I could tell His silver cloak all alight With two burning eyes dancing in the sky A terror on a winter's night She's like a feather in a storm Blowing on the wind She's like a feather in a storm When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes Two beacons burning brightly on the tide A fair warning to return another night Go quickly when he's chasing you with flames burning bright She's like a feather in a storm Blowing on the wind She's like a feather in a storm When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes She's like a feather in a storm Blowing on the wind She's like a feather in a storm When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes Two beacons bright Cold scarlet eyes Two beacons bright |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
One fateful night
I woke to hear that sound Like a gun shot Both windows shaking loud Great lengthy cries They came racing from the sky From a fearsome wreck With grey daggers stuck in her neck Crimson dawn, my heart was torn A midnight rescue we were called upon Freedom fire with burning eyes Her figure tangled up in turning tides So I cut her free and fine This floating town It had broke up, run aground When the call came out To put fair Charlotte in So we ploughed those waves With a hundred left to save And in fading light Well I held on strong and tight Crimson dawn, my heart was torn A midnight rescue we were called upon Freedom fire with burning eyes Her figure tangled up in turning tides I'll stay with you, till the morning tides I'll set you free Sharp rocks we braved For the last hand I would save Was a beauty fair with wild, torn, tangled hair Thick rope entwined, well I cut her free and fine Into a fast embrace Well I held her face to face Crimson dawn, my heart was torn A midnight rescue we were called upon Freedom fire with burning eyes Her figure tangled up in turning tides So I cut her free and fine So I cut her free and fine I'll stay with you, till the morning tides I'll set you free I'll stay with you, till the morning tides I'll set you free It was a fateful night When I woke to hear that sound Like a gun shot With both windows shaking loud |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes
The moonlight flickered and a shadow cried A gold ring flashed as the howling stopped I called her name as the west wind dropped I called her name as the west wind dropped I brushed her on the arm with a silver cane Took her by the hand and saw her pain My breath smelt like a burning house With bitter cold words upon my mouth With bitter cold words upon my mouth A tall dark figure is on the loose With bright sharp teeth to bite the truth I'll steal your honour and tell you lies And leave you all alone in a blood red sky I'll leave you all alone in a blood red sky You'll wake up late in the midday sun Reach for a shadow but I'll be gone Through empty fields, storm blown trees Praying to the night to set you free Praying to the night to set you free A tall dark figure is on the loose With bright sharp teeth to bite the truth I'll steal your honour and tell you lies And leave you all alone in a blood red sky I'll leave you all alone in a blood red sky Stained glass windows and shattered pains A fairytale story and autumn rains A falling shadow and a cold embrace Cross your heart and you'll see my face Cross your heart and you'll see my face A tall dark figure is on the loose With bright sharp teeth to bite the truth I'll steal your honour and tell you lies And leave you all alone in a blood red sky A tall dark figure is on the loose With bright sharp teeth to bite the truth I'll steal your honour and tell you lies And leave you all alone in a blood red sky A tall dark figure is on the loose With bright sharp teeth to bite the truth I'll steal your honour and tell you lies And leave you all alone in a blood red sky I'll leave you all alone in a blood red sky I'll leave you all alone in a blood red sky |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
At fair Mounts Bay on that Christmas week
Such a raging storm no man could speak A lifeboat thundered through an angry sea Called Solomon Browne and her company Good courage it was called On our heroes brave and bold Good courage it was called upon that night Now this stricken coaster called the Union Star Her maiden voyage she never thought that far With Captain Morton and his four man crew A woman to save and her daughters two Never had a lifeboat fought in vain She could have made a dash for port but they tried again All sixteen perished in that mighty wave It tossed them overboard into a watery grave Good courage it was called On our heroes brave and bold Good courage it was called upon that night Back at Penlee Point time stood still For twelve young children cried for their fathers killed A nation shed tears for years as the news went around Of the constant courage of Solomon Browne Good courage it was called On our heroes brave and bold Good courage it was called upon that night Good courage it was called On our heroes brave and bold Good courage it was called upon that night |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
Welcome to this garden girl
Cold is the rose where the white lilies blow A heavenly paradise place Where all the pleasant little fruits do grow Here are lovers they lie down For the night 'Til cherry red their hearts are burning bright So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Pick a fruit from her fine wardrobe In oriental pearl and the whole double row When her lovely little daughter shows She looks like rosebuds filled with snow Let no peer or prince from here Or up on high Meet cherry red until their hearts are burning bright So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Innocent our angel still With threatening eyes and a stare that could kill Her brows like bows do stand Straight in the heart, with no ring in the hand Let no sacred fruit from here or up on high Meet cherry red until their hearts are burning bright So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl So cold is the heart of the cherry red girl Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world Caught in the dark is the cherry red girl Torn apart from an innocent world |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
A year at sea, your letter came
To shatter all my plans You set me free, changed your name I stretch out these cold hands On board ship the rumours ride And no-one meets my eye I've thrown your ring out on the tide I pray my curses fly To haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, awake in dread I'd pray that you'd loved me instead But I'll haunt you I've walked alone upon this deck A thousand times or more Half a year from my return These cries fly back to shore You promised me our love was strong You said that you'd be true Go tell yourself that I'm long gone 'Cause here's what I will do I'll haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, awake in dread Pray that you'd loved me instead I'll haunt you, I'll haunt your bed And I'll haunt you Sleep in fear Whisper secrets in your ear A world away but I'll be near I'll haunt you, I'll haunt you here And I'll haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, awake in dread Pray that you'd loved me instead I'll haunt you Fear me Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping A year at sea since your letter came To shatter all my plans You set me free, changed your name I stretch out these cold hands To haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, awake in dread Pray that you'd loved me instead But I'll haunt you, I'll haunt your bed And I'll haunt you Sleep in fear Whisper secrets in your ear A world away but I'll be near I'll haunt you, I'll haunt you here And I'll haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, awake in dread Pray that you'd loved me instead But I'll haunt you Fear me Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping I will be watching over you Whenever you're sleeping |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
We left our sweethearts and our wives
Along the pier "Cheer up", they said "You'll soon return in half the year" So we sailed up north To reach the ice We took full sail Each boat was manned with guns and rope To hunt that whale We know we'll be fighting in this frost on our own And we'll see no sound nor sights of our homes And our lovers they'll be waiting there 'til spring It's a ramble and a race to be king A race to be king Now we'd been sailing a league or three To glimpse that shore The night was dark and won no hearts so we stayed on board There fired a shot along our deck and down one side And it cracked our mast and swept in fast Our bird she cried out That we know we'll be fighting in this frost on our own And we'll see no sound nor sights of our homes And our lovers they'll be waiting there 'til spring It's a ramble and a race to be king A race to be king A race to be king Race to be king A race to be king And we know we'll be fighting in this frost on our own And we'll see no sound nor sights of our homes And our lovers they'll be waiting there 'til spring It's a ramble and a race to be king A race to be king A race to be king A race to be king A race to be king |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
Kind friends, well gather round
There's a dream that I had late last night There's plenty of land, good soil and sea We won't have to struggle and fight It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way We won't have nothing to fear, no With real feather beds to rest their heads We'll all have one of our own It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved We'll run up their banks, we'll shoot their cranks We won't give a damn who we hurt With the rich man's son we'll have our fun We'll stick him there shovelling dirt We'll live on champagne and drive that train Drink from the day until midnight If someone should dare to ask our fare We'll punch him and put out his lights It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved We'll live at our ease, take all we please We won't have no-one to fend for If someone gets smart we'll take him apart And spread him all over the floor It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way We won't have nothing to fear, no With real feather beds to rest our heads We'll all have one of our own It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved It's a poor man's heaven It's a poor man's heaven It's a poor man's heaven |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
I heard a loud knock upon my door
A sweet stranger she entered in The night was dark, the wind it roared Beauty she did bring Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road Welcome fine lady, won't you stay this night? For fortunes may unfold I see precious jewels you keep so tight Like a sweet child out from the cold Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road A silent room in the dead of night Two lovers lay there entwined From a deep sleep to her bed I creep Great treasures there I find The midnight moon all across her face It steals her out from a dream The mirror smashed, sharp silver flashed Broken beauty she did scream, crying: Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road Early in the morn you will find me gone I'll seek a dark distant shore I'll walk in fear but always hear Her knocking at my front door She's crying: Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road Greed and gold Greed and gold Forever the loneliest road |
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from Seth Lakeman - Poor Man's Heaven (2008)
I come to you with honour
I come to you in vain I've come to you my true love In the greenwood you were slain I do as much for my love As any young man may I'll sit and mourn her memory For twelve months and a day The sound of a drum Is beating all around Like a shadow on the run Caught in the dark And lover lay down She lay down I'll think upon this garden The purest footprints walked The fairest flower now blossomed Has now withered to a stalk Your lips they are cold sweetheart Your breath is earthly strong And if I kiss your cold clay lips My time here may not be long The sound of a drum Is beating all around Like a shadow on the run Caught in the dark And lover lay down She lay down Lover lay down She lay down The sound of a drum I hear it beating all around me Like a shadow on the run Caught in the dark The sound of a drum I hear it beating all around me Like a shadow on the run Caught in the dark She lay down |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
All good people I pray you attend
For poor John Lomas his life at an end He was condemned to die. He was a great master, so very kind, But his fair mistress had evil in her mind He was condemned to die. Willingly I took his place With my fair love Willingly I stole his face And soaked it in blood. It was the mistress and the murder for love. This fair mistress found him asleep. It's time to kill him then my heart you can keep, He was condemned to die. Three times I struck him over his head. It was my first murder, a blood soaken bed, He was condemned to die. Chorus Into my room then I did return, The crime committed, my conscience it did burn, I was condemned to die. In a dark Jailhouse I would remain, For poor John Lomas now it is my name. I am condemned to die. Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
Down on the moor in a green old field,
There lies a knight slain under his shield, His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep. The bold knight above, If he see that angel with her love The bold knight above, If he could see that angel with her love. Down on the moor a fallow girl As great with young for all the world. She lifted up his bloody head, And kissed his wounds that were so red. Chorus She picked him up upon her back, And carried him no hands attached. She buried him before their prime, Then she was dead herself at even time, Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
I'll sing you a song how first we began,
Our toils and our troubles our plot and our plan. We left our fair country, our friends and our homes, Across to the deserts wild and the mountains to roll. We travelled three weeks 'til we came to the platt. Set up our camp ahead of the pack, In just a moment low we heard a faint yell, Five hundred cavalry they were riding from hell. We fight for favour, We will fight for pride, And oh we will fight for favour, We will fight 'til they die. They made a bold dash came near to our train, Bullets fell around like showers of rain, With long rifles at hand we fed them hot lead 'Til many a brave warrior around us lay dead, Chorus We travel by day but guard in the night, Across all those mountains so high in their might, Now in a green valley we live beside a clear old stream, Our journey now ended in the land of our dreams, Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away,
This silent prayer it should paint some peace On her grave, Something broke her sleep. Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty thrown away, So young and fair now she's turned to dust, And clay, Terror broke her sleep. Never guessed unto her cold end, Call the Devil her only friend, Never guessed it with his bare hands, Call the Devil the mark of man. |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
Farewell my love I think not you less
My heart still beats for thee, These empty arms still for your fair rest Those eyes to gaze at me. Don't pity me for she'll not stay, She scorned my heart and fades away, Farewell my love for all we've done, By the setting of the sun. Farewell my love of yesteryears, We roll upon the tide Tomorrows' day should lead the way And life begins tonight. Don't pity me for I'm not done She scorned my heart with the setting sun, Farewell my love for all I've got, I know I'll see you still... |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
For Seven long years now
Down that tunnel and shaft Working out my season. Oh how it better not last, By twenty my hearing, Oh had suffered those days, Blood upon the copper, Oh how I fade away. Working in the darkness day by day, With nothin' but the dreams to light my way. Nothin' but a short life, Down that tunnel and shaft, Gotta breath the air in, Oh how I suffocate fast, For profits and taxes, Oh no money to save, Blood upon the copper, Oh how I fade away |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone,
He was a proper master, all of a ship his own. For houses and great land many gold in store, I know he'd spent the whole lot and would again I'm sure. The blackbirds are singing, At the breaking of the day, When poor old Henry Clark, Left and went away. For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed. Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head, In the weeks he'd gaze out over Plymouth bay, To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day. Chorus Now his days are over for he was taken ill. Carried to a workhouse all against his will, But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired, He only lived for one month then his world expired. Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
Make us ready boys all with wonder born,
We'll guide this fair ship and sail towards the morn, Come on all alas, now here's the master dear, I fear this deadly storm is coming to us near. We sailed from Plymouth Sound in a week or three, With not that far to go boys, some canons to retrieve. The night it grew much darker and the wind it came in strong, And it grew upon us lads and there was nothing to be done. The waves grew higher and broke upon our ship, Then poor old master's taken with nothing left to grip, Drop the anchor downwards and throw him out a line, Poor old master's overboard he be swallowed by the tide. So hear my warning that I give to you, Be careful when your sailing with that lucky few, Tie up every deck hand tightly 'til the morn, And well go together boys in the belly of the storm. Don't go sailing out with me, I fear your soul be lost at sea. |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
It was Monday morning in heavy rain,
When Josie went from our house, never back again, Out beyond the hillside where the cattle stand, With her recent lover holding her right hand. They both went out together in the Monday mist, She never saw it coming, waiting at his wrist, He struck her swiftly and she fell right down, Flowers grew around her a body never found. Whenever you're walking out in the snow, Think of poor Josie all on her own, Wherever those flowers stand out unknown, You'll be steppin' on her gravestone. So tell me where is Josie and where's she flown, You both went out together you've come back alone, You sit so sadly with a face so cold, You're no more paler though than the life you stole. Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - Kitty Jay (2005)
The streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts,
Where young men and maidens meet their long sweethearts, It is drinking of good liquor that has caused my heart to sing, And the noise in yonder village made the rocks ring. At the bottom of this mountain runs a river clear, A ship from the Indes did once anchor here, With her red flags a'flying and the beating of her drum, With sweet instruments of music and the firing of her gun. At the bottom of this mountain where the birds do fly, There is one amoungst them that flies so very high, If I had her in my arms near the diamond's cold black land, How soon I'd secure her by the kindness of my hands. So come all you little streamers that walk the meadows gay, Go write unto your love wherever she may lay, With her rosy lips entice me and her tongue she tells me no But the angels might direct us wherever we should go. |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
Breathing sunshine from the flowers,
A little wisdom from the leaves, Carry comfort to the sad tree, How the grass it did grieve, There's a moment we remember, Its a feeling we face, Take me down to that world of wonder, Into the Garden of Grace There's a tree of temptation, From the seed of despair, We know all our attentions, Are for the bodies we bare, Chorus It's a jungle to the gentle, It's a bed for the dead, It's a field full of reasons why All the soldiers have bled. Chorus A golden shaft full of sunlight Recaptures my face, And that angel up from heaven high, Gave that Garden its' place Go heaven hold me....... |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
The day comes in, the girl walks out,
Summer sings and Winter shouts. Seasons breaking over me, All I do is sit and dream. Before my face her picture hangs, A brighter image of this land. Step it up or speed me through, Come along and take me with you. April in your eyes I search through the sunshine, For April is your time, As the world passes by. Go out to meet, but stay within, I can see that beauty begin. The view is free, so much to see, The best of summers waiting with me. |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
A maiden might be pure in grace and harmony,
Problems arise, she'll be there to sacrifice And set the mind, as all our cares sail out to sea, Into the unknown, a favoured face you stand alone. May the colour of your dreams be good as gold, Painting pictures 'til that wish unfolds. It's all your world.... A maiden might be full of grace and harmony, When problems arise she should be there to sympathize. Set the mind free as all these cares sail out to sea, You're more than that friend, a coast to coast, an end to end. Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things. That finger, finger of faith comes out and Touches me, It's better, better late than never for Honesty, That sender, go and send yourself Another dream. Go and send yourself away, go and Dream, Go and dream, go and send yourself Away. Poor as paupers, proud as kings, All we do is aim for better things. Your so tender, tender eyes, release that Golden view. It's simple, simple friendship, flowers are Passed to you, Your picture, picture perfect, pathways Are laid for you. Go and send yourself away, go and Dream, Go and dream, go and send yourself Away. Poor as paupers, proud as kings, All I do is aim for better things |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
You, you should be sipped not drunk,
You should be sailed not sunk. Take a look outside your window, A little look outside your window. You, are you a friend or foe, Are you the man I know? Get a look outside your window, Another look outside your window. I'll be seeking sunshine after rain, I'll be keeping comfort over pain, I'll be feeling freedom has that view to carry on, Do you want some? Go, look outside your window. You, are you all wet and wild, Have you a certain style? Take a look outside your window, A little look outside your window. You, you should be picked not punched, You should be sailed not sunk. Take a look outside your window, Another look outside your window. Chorus I never had a reason before you... |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
How much a tale you know is never told,
How much of youth is growing old, How much a thought it will make you think, How much you made me get another drink. How much you lose you never spend it, How much you buy you never lend it, How much you risk you never help this, And you're straight back on me for another kiss. Mean, green eyes they never go, Mean, green eyes, but they said so. Mean, green eyes they never go, There's nothing to reveal. How much a fool he wises up, How much you talk you can't give it up. How much a thought it will make you think, How much you made me get another drink. Chorus |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
Come all you bold people,
Give ear to my song. Ill sing in good praise Of all brandy and rum. There's a clear, crystal fountain, With England's control, Give me that punch ladel, I'll fathom the bowl. My wife she comes in As I sit at my ease. She scolds and she grumbles, And does as she please. Well, she may scold and grumble 'Til she's black as coal. Give me that punch ladel, I'll fathom the bowl. My father he lies In the depths of the sea. With no stone at his feet, Does it matter to me? There's a clear crystal fountain Where England should roll. Give me that punch ladel, I'll fathom bowl. |
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from Seth Lakeman - The Punch Bowl (2005)
Oh ye Mariners as you pass by,
Well come into drink if you are dry. Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk, And pop your nose in this one. Drink another jug of this. Oh ye tipplers, have you that crown? For you are welcome all to sit down. Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk, And pop your nose in this one. In another jug of this. Now I'm old and I can scarcely crawl, I've an old grey beard and a head that's bald. Crown my desire and fulfill my bliss, With a pretty young girl And another jug of this. Now I'm in my grave and I am dead, And all these sorrows are passed and fled. Go and turn myself into a fish, And let me swim around you In another jug of this. |
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from Seth Lakeman - The White Hare (Digital-Only Remix) [single] (2006)
I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night. The warning of a white hare Her eyes burning bright. Be careful you don't catch her Or give her right of way. For she will look upon you, And steal your soul away For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning light. Out upon the heather A shadow came onto me. Her hair was hanging over, Her face I could not see. She ran behind the rocks, I heard the hounds cry, The image of a woman With head she held up high. For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning With her eyes burning bright. The white hare is calling you. If you go hunting, Calling out your prey, If you see a fair maid, Her hair of ash and grey, Careful you don't catch her, Or give her right of way, For she will look upon you, And steal your soul away For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning, With her eyes burning bright. The white hare is calling you. You can her her calling every night You can her her calling every night You can her her calling…… |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
A soldier is obsessed with his love - a
True charmer. For the charmer courted me, And she stole away my love, When my heart was young and fair, She was the maid beyond compare. When my head was hanging low Well, she fought through frost and snow. In my arms she'll rest away For the charmer I would name. Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty. Farewell charmer. She brought that summer fright, We were separate every night. On those winter days to prove She's away on the morning dew. I wish but it's in vain, For the soldier I became, Fighting lands I'd never see, For the grass will cover me. Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty. Farewell charmer. Well her bed is fine as silk, The sheets as white as milk. When my heart has gone away. I'll leave a bed as cold as clay. She has two hearts I have none. All alone when I am done. To that charmer I endure, For the price of love and war. So tell it to the charmer, she's so fine And pretty. Farewell charmer |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Out of the moonlight in the month of May,
This ship would take her last breath. Her full mast it was draping, Like a mermaid she was dressed. Her lonely heart is setting free, All her cares they went sailing out to sea. All those people gathered round, Flocked to view that lovely sight. All young maidens came to town, They waved her out into the night. She tried to clear the rocks with swelling Sails, The ocean beat her everytime, And with a crack her body failed. Sea engulfed and filled our eyes. When the news returned to the town, Every maid sat on the pier, With lovers lost and fathers never found, For now that mermaid's dressed in tears. Her lonely heart has set us free, As all our prayers they went sailing out to Sea. You can hear her calling, Now that mermaid's dressed in tears |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Come and listen, brave and tall,
The greatest tale I have to tell you, It was a bleak and barren moor. In ancient days he fell. There rode a man of high renown His name it came as hunter Childe. Every day he chased heath and waste On a moor so black and wild. The wind blew in and that hunter Fell upon a bed of snow. The night drew in and that thunder Stuck him in a steady hole. He looked up high and he begged her "Let me see my lover home"., The moon called out to the hunter "Come into the shadows". He drew a knife from off his back, Upon the ground his horse was lying. He cut a measure, just full size To rest there for the night. With his finger dipped in blood He scrabbled words along the stones, "Upon my will, God fulfill, Rest these heavy bones". The wind blew in and that hunter Fell upon a bed of snow. The night drew in and that thunder Stuck him in a steady hole. He looked up high and he begged her "Let me see my lover home"., The moon called out to the hunter "Come into the shadows". Take a warning when you're in the wild, Against the skyline, off the high road. For the memory of hunter Childe Should rest you on your way. He was a man of high renown, His name it came, then blew away. Upon his will the moon to steal, In the shadows he will lay. The wind blew in and that hunter Fell upon a bed of snow. The night drew in and that thunder Stuck him in a steady hole. He looked up high and he begged her "Let me see my lover home"., The moon called out to the hunter "Come into the shadows" |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night. The warning of a white hare Her eyes burning bright. Be careful you don't catch her Or give her right of way. For she will look upon you, And steal your soul away For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning light. Out upon the heather A shadow came onto me. Her hair was hanging over, Her face I could not see. She ran behind the rocks, I heard the hounds cry, The image of a woman With head she held up high. For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning With her eyes burning bright. The white hare is calling you. If you go hunting, Calling out your prey, If you see a fair maid, Her hair of ash and grey, Careful you don't catch her, Or give her right of way, For she will look upon you, And steal your soul away For the white hare is calling, She's dancing in the night. She'll be out 'til the morning, With her eyes burning bright. The white hare is calling you. You can her her calling every night You can her her calling every night You can her her calling…… |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
You've heard of the great disaster
Where a terrible price was paid. One hundred and forty colliers lost, and Twenty only saved. Down in the ground they're lying With a dirt so thick inside. There were many lost in the dark and Dust When the colliers called out "Hold your fire!" The gas in the old deep section Packed like a wintery drift. And many a man had a blackened face Before he'd finished his shift. The manager had been told "Don't fire that shot, we'll die!" There were many lost in the dark and Dust When the colliers called out "Hold your fire!" The firemen report their missing, Some say forty days. The manager he ignored them to cover His criminal ways. Now down in the dark they're lying With a dirt so thick inside. There were many lost in the dark and Dust When the colliers called out "Hold your fire!" The family sent white lillies, And paid for their Sunday best, And the manager found, well all comes Down The colliers had their rest. We'll go one more time unto the mine To hear those colliers cry! There were many lost in the dark and Dust When the colliers called out "Hold your fire!" |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Folding hills and a silver lane,
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain, Roses ramble and the trees hang low, We sit and drink to all good friends we Know. 'Tis I my love who'll leave in June, For twenty five days no more. Now mark that spot from whence I came It's for king and country I'll come back Again. The first season passed without news. Two weeks gone and still no autumn Tune. The leaves they weep for the loss of their Spring, The dimming days they serve no better King. 'Tis I my love who fought for you. For twenty five weeks no more. Now mark that spot from whence I came It's for king and country I'll come back Again. The wind blew in a few small drops of Rain. She followed them 'til her tears ran down Again. I'll do as much as any young man may. Please don't sit and mourn I'll come Back rich and brave. 'Tis I my love who fell for you, After twenty five months no more. Now mark that spot from whence I came It's for king and country I'll come back Again. I'll come back to you on the longest day. I'll come back to you when I'm rich and Brave. I'll come back to you. Out of the doorway her hands upon her Head, The weeping maid, her love was lost or Dead. Her longest day had only just begun. She cursed the man who favoured for The gun. 'Tis I my love who fell for you. For twenty five years or more Now mark that spot from whence we Came It's for king and country I'll come back Again. I'll come back to you on the longest day. I'll come back to you when I'm rich and Brave. I'll come back to you on the longest day. I'll come back to you |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Come all young fellows that carry a gun,
Beware of late shooting when the Daylight is done. It is my reckoning that many hazards They may run. I shot my true love at the setting of the Sun. In a shower of rain my darling did lie, All under the bushes to keep herself dry. Her head in her apron I thought her as a Swan. I shot my true love at the setting of the Sun. I'll fly from my country, I nowhere find my Rest, Because I've shot my own true love, like A bird upon her nest. Like lead in my heart lies the deed that I Have done. I shot my true love at the setting of the Sun. In the night my fair maid as a white swan Appears. She she says "Oh my true love quickly Dry up those tears, "I freely forgive you for this paradise that I've won, "I was shot by my true love at the rising Of the sun". The years they pass leave me lonely and Sad. I can never love again 'cause none Make me glad. I'll wait and expect you until my work Down here is done, Then I'll meet my true love at the setting Of the sun |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Winter morning, I rode out to take the air.
I heard them calling, there's a hunt today Declared. Two young soldiers are on the run, Came in courting a maiden young. They stole her beauty, took no gold. Take no prisoners, take no rogues. Judge and jury, forty huntsmen rode to Town. Their noble duty, track those footprints Up and down. Two young soldiers are on the run, Came in courting a maiden young. They stole her beauty, took no gold. Take no prisoners, take no rogues. We took that mountain, the moonlight Shadows cast our way. Wind was howling, we must catch our Bird of prey, Two young soldiers are on the run, Came in courting a maiden young. They stole her beauty, took no gold. Take no prisoners, take no rogues. Make us ready, I see a fire up ahead, Go in gently, load those rifles up with Lead. Two young soldiers are on the run, Came in courting a maiden young. They stole her beauty, took no gold. Take no prisoners, take no rogues |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
In this fair town we laid them down in 1643,
It was poor King Charles who travelled for miles, in the heart of a civil dream. As fierce young men we took a mighty stand, and waited for the call. We were the first ones over the wall. These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. These four walls. A shot rang out from behind the hill, as we marched along the bank. We were stuck in fast between a heavy marsh, and our clothes were torn and damp. "So steady your guns until the last man comes", our captain he did cry, I was the last man to see him alive. These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. These four walls. As night crept in, and the stars were dim, no soldier made a sound. We had lost all sight in that fading light, the fires had gone aground. So the captain went out to a scream and shout, for an ambush he would find. I was the the last man to see him alive. These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. These four walls. At first light when the guns were quiet, reinforcements came to town. They were put on our side with a parliament pride, the battle it turned around. So the war was won, but the captain gone, and forever we recall, He was the first one over the wall. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls He was the first one, he was the first cut down These four walls are at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls at the heart of the kingdom. The first one, he was the first cut down These four walls. |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
All you sailors old or young come light the guns on everyone.
We'll take the ship and go to sea Crush the north in '53 Fought upon a broken shore With 20 thousand men or more. We're the riflemen of war. All you sailors old or young come light the guns on everyone Make that shot against their bow, we watched their maiden sinking down. Fired aloud and the cannons roar With 20 thousand rounds or more. We're the riflemen of war All you injured old or young, come let's steal the gold for everyone. Take the ship, to England sail. Good heroes welcome, we'll prevail. Pull the mast to better shores, A hundred men were back on board. We're the riflemen of war |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
Summer evening, a maiden fair
Was walking forth in the open air. She met her lover on the way, She called out her heart would stay. She said love not constant will quickly Go. Cold as winter, white as snow. Summer treasure, hand to hold, Love be constant in a band of gold. The wind is fresh'ning upon her eyes, Down the years that stretch so wide. Angels sing so far away, His promises gently fade She said love not constant will quickly Go. Cold as winter, white as snow. Summer treasure, hand to hold, Love be constant in a band of gold. Summer evening, a maiden fair Was walking forth in the open air. She said love not constant will quickly Go. Cold as winter, white as snow. Summer treasure, hand to hold, Love be constant in a band of gold |
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from Seth Lakeman - Freedom Fields (2006)
He's going under.
Beneath this stone in the fading light Lies the lonely soul of a Joseph Wright. Few hearts knew his kindness warm, Few heads grew with a knowledge more Informed. He's going under. With a gracious voice and a humour Broad, He pleased both peasant, squire and a Lord, A length his breath had a fortune steered We called Joe's life the finest lot in Years. He's going under, He's going under, Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in Years. The hammer went down on his soul that Night. His breath was cold but he suffered no Fight. He was the last one sold on a priceless Tear, For poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in Years. He's going under, He's going under, Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in Years |
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