1. |
Foreword
01:12
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2. |
Lord Franklin
04:04
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We were homeward bound one night on the deep,
Swinging in my hammock, I fell asleep.
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true,
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove,
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove.
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through.
In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow,
The fate of Franklin no man may know.
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell,
Lord Franklin with his sailors do dwell.
And now my burden it gives me pain.
For my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main.
Ten thousand pounds I’d freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live.
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3. |
Wedding Song
06:12
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Far from these shores where the trees grow red
She grew but from a seed
And under the gaze of the sun and the stars
She made her way over the seas.
Now, the heavens open
And an angel appears to me
And the Angel says you’ll be wife and husband
For the roses and the trees agree.
So Come all my friends and my bride to be,
It’s time to sound the bells
For in the twilight of time we now plant the roots
that anchor us until the end.
Now your life’s before you,
Says the seraph to me
And the trees they smile down upon me
And the roses they all agree.
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4. |
Row Bullies Row
03:57
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From Liverpool to Frisco a-roving I went
For to stay in that country it was my intent
But girls and strong whiskey like other damn fools,
I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singing
Row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
I joined the Alaska lying out in the bay,
A-waiting a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors all drunk and their backs is all sore,
The whiskey’s all gone and they can't get no more, singing
Row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
Along comes the mate with his jacket and shoes,
A-looking for work for the sailors to do.
It's "Ship tops and halyards!" he loudly does roar,
Saying "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-of-a-whore!", singing
Row, row Paddy, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
One night off Cape Horn we were crossing the line,
When I think on it now we sure had a good time.
She was diving bows under, her sailors all wet,
She was doing twelve knots with her mainskys all set, singing
Row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
A health to the Captain where'er he may be!
He's a friend to the sailor on land or on sea
But as for our first mate, that dirty ol' brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll sky hoot, singing
Row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
And now we've arrived at the Bramley-Moore Dock
Where the fair maids and lasses around us will flock.
My whiskey's all gone and my six quid advance
And I think it's high time for to get up and dance, singing
Row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
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5. |
Carousel
01:48
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6. |
'Ow Bist Satan?
02:02
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“I be dabbled”
Spake the Devil,
“I once was sprack -
Now I ain’t got nerna biscuit left.
These casn’t see as far as thou couldst, cast?
Thoum’st quomp olde raimse!
Thoum’s’t daddocky Rinook!
It be stiped to smile,
To gag-mag and bange -
Thy soule be scraged,
Sperathed and shrammed.”
‘E stamped on a quist,
‘E stamped on a Titty wren,
‘E stamped on an ‘oonty tump,
Oh ah, ‘E stamped on a hen!
All in pursuite of ‘is withy wine,
Old Luce, ‘E nibbled on ibbly ibbly onkers
Alone in his squab;
‘E slammed ‘is pinned sword
Righte in an apse
‘Till plim was ‘E!
‘E Googled Ben,
Oh ah, ‘E Googled Ben all nyte!
“Noo-wah!” None that neither
Could lifte ‘is sprites
Bute what ho?
Infantile morning songes
Adrifte throughm’st thine shord!
“LEST THEY BLEED!”
Exclaimed Say-tan, a
Longe forgotte withy to his wine!
‘E whipped thy infantes withe bedwine ande glee
Till bloode gouted frome thine necke and knee!
Bluded pulpes, thy childes
Exclaimed; “Why m’st thou brivet, Deville?”
Throughm’st his tisick he repliem’s’th’d;
“LEST THEY BLEED!”
Ande gouted he withe fange and mirths
Tills’t thy child’st was e-limp-ed
and, oh-ah, thys’t Devil’se thirste quenchede.
“Ow bist the Devil?”, youm’s’th’d’ve may aske?”
Spake the Devil-
“My sworde be plim,
Oh-ah, my sworde be plim!”
Dabbled no more,
Thy Deville never quomps too longe.
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7. |
Derry Gaol
03:57
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Oh after morning there comes the evening
And after evening another day.
Oh and after false love there comes a true love,
It’s hard to hold them that will not stay.
My love he is the finest young man
As ever nature framed or sun shone on,
Oh but how to save him I do not know it
Since he’s been sentenced for to be hung.
As he went marching up through the streets of Derry,
I’m sure he marched up right manfully,
being much more like some commanding officer
Than a man to die on the gallows tree.
Now The very first step he placed on the ladder,
His blooming colour began to pale.
And With heavy sighing and bitter crying,
Is there is no releasement from Derry Jail?
Where is my love, she’s so long a coming
And what detains her so long from me?
Or does she think it a shame or scandal
For To see me die on the gallows tree?
Well he looked around and he saw her coming
As she rode swifter than the wind.
Come down, come down from those weary gallows
For I bear your pardon all from the queen!
I’ll let them see that they will not hang you
And I’ll crown my love with a bunch of green.
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8. |
Paean to Earthly Things
02:46
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Nothing is broken and nothing is fixed,
Nothing is missing and nothing is found.
We’re all just creatures and that’s all there is,
Pieces of matter down here where we’re bound.
Where we’re bound,
Where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
Watchful, the orb above rises and falls,
Engines and pistons they hum to our tune.
The axel grinds swiftly but the wheel never stalls,
Everyone spinning their fate on this loom.
Where we’re bound,
Where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
Nothing is broken and nothing is fixed,
Nothing is missing and nothing is found.
We’re all just creatures and that’s all there is,
Pieces of matter down here where we’re bound.
Where we’re bound,
Where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
Where we’re bound,
Where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
Where we’re bound,
where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
Where we’re bound,
Where we laugh and we cry,
Where we’ll all dissolve into the ground.
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Roly Witherow London, UK
My debut album "Ballads and Yarns", described by Folk Radio Uk as "21st Century Folk Music in all its glory" is out on the 8th of May. The album is a personal exploration of the folk tradition, including traditional songs and sea shanties, originals and recordings. ... more
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