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Um robin, happy robin
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To Robyn Jolly Robyn De Percy/Wheatley, I.ii.4, pp. 186-187"[I] printed from what appears to be the oldest of Dr. Harrington's poetic manuscripts and which has therefore been marked No. I. (Scil. p. 68.) This volume appears to have been written in the reign of King Henry VIII and, as it contains many of Sir Thomas Wyat's poems, has almost all of its content attributed to him by marginal instructions written in an older but later hand...."To Robyn, Jolly Robyn, Tell Me how your leman goes And you will know about myn. 'My lady is unkynde miss.' A miss! Because it's like this? She loves another better than I do; And still she will say no. 'I don't find this duplicity: I find real women. My lady loves me very much and will not trade anything for anything new. You're happy while it lasts; But I say, as I found out, that women's love is nothing but a gust and tears in the wind. "These people cannot be hurt by love, who can withstand their tear." and cries. 'But if you avoid your hurt to Lerne this diminution of me, in others you leave yourself to the heat, and let them warm with it.
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(Untitled) From Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night" Act IV, scene 2. In the scene, the Clown and Malvolio are talking. The text below shows the song's reconstructed verses, with Malvolio's responses in the margin. Line numbers are in the left margin.71 'Hey Robin, happy Robin,72 Tell me how your lady is.' Malv: Fool.74 'My lady is cruel, I lost!' Malv: Silly.76 'Oh, why is that?' Malv: Nonsense, I mean.78 'She loves another.' Who's calling?
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A, U, Hindbird
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 160-161. It's O, but very good -- A, U, hinny burd; Benwell's pretty girl, A, U, A. She's lang-legg and like a mother A, U, hinny burd; Look, she's clearing the dock, A, U, A. The wharf for the sailors A, U, hinny burd; The Castle Garth for tailors, A, U, A. Gateshead Hills for millers, A, U, hinny burd;The North Shore for keelers, A, U, A.Hartley Pans for sailors, A, U, hinny burd;Y Bedlington for Nailers, A, U, A. (Verses 1 -4, 10 of 10)
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Farewell to Erin (The Emigrant)
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Adieu to Erin As found in Gale Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 255-256. Transcription of the diary of William Histed de las Cortes. Spring Though on the breezy reclining deck I hear the wind rising What fetters could bind the mind That wandered on the wind of fantasy She took me to the honeysuckle bower Where I often spent the twilight hour Where I first felt the thrilling power of Mary's love radiant eyes Once more I saw her breast flush Her honeyed lips were again Pressed again by sweet blessed confession I drank every breath that melted me You dear Mary my love mourns And alone on Erin's emerald shore In memory traces the love that I had In all our transports to dwell I can forget the fateful day That called me away from your arms When I had nothing left to say Goodbye my love goodbye
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Carol de Agincourt, A
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Song of Agincourt from the Bodleian Library (Cambridge), MS. Selden B. 26 As transcribed in Chappell/Wooldridge, pp. 25-26. Cross check with the version in Robert D. Stevick, One Hundred Middle English Lyrics, #51 (S), the version in Percy/Wheatley, II.i.5 (P ), and the one in R. T. Davies, Medieval English Lyrics, # 80 (D ), are all versions of the same text, but with different modernizations. (It seems the original probably used the letter yogh (3). Chappell, Davies, Stevick transcribed this as gh; Percy uses y. I suspect the manuscript also has a thorn, but this cannot be substantiated by transcripts. Chappell/Wooldridge they reports that the source was from a copy of the Cambridge manuscript.) Song of Agincourt Deo thank you anglia, Redde pro victoria1 Owre kynge departed for Normandy, With grace and power of chivalry: God wrought for him mercifully. So england can call and cry Deo thank you... that tone he wanted, and made a fight, that fraunce shal rywe tyl domesday. Deo gracias....3 Than gowre Kynge with alle his oste, thorwe fraunce for all the frenshe boste: he escatidad drede of east ne most, tyl llegó a agincourt cost. I give thanks....4 Therefore, that handsome knight, on a field of battle, fought valiantly: by the grace of a very powerful god, he had both the field and the victory. Deo gracias....5 The dukes and erlys, lord and barone, were captured and killed, and welcomed, and some were taken to Lundone with ioye, merthe and grte renone. I give thanks... as uppercase/lowercase is not annotated, nor is the modernized Davies punctuation noted, but spelling differences are listed. gold S D; kynge] kyng S, king D1.2 with] wyth S; myght] myyt P, might D; cavalry] cavalry P D1.3 THER] THE P; he wrought mercifully] he wrought mercifully S, wonderfully written hymn P1 .4 Where englonde ] where for England S2.1 sothe ] soth S; for ] for-for S; say ] seye S2.2 harflu ] harflue P; toune ] toun S, city D; with ]wyth S; ryal aray ] real matrix S, ryal matrix D2.3 toune ] toun S; afray ] affray S D, a fray P2.4 shal ] should P; rywe tyl ] rewe til S, riwe ti llD; domesday ] domes day P3.1 that ] then P; owre kynge with all his ost] our king with all his ost Soure kinge with all his host D3.2 thorwe] thurgh S, thorowe P; all] for S; bost ] bost S3.3 not ] 'to' (sic) P; east] leest S, so that D3.4 tyl] to S, to D; VEN]CAMS; cost ] cost S4.1 therefore ] therefore S P; gentleman ] knyyt P, gentleman S, gentleman D; beautiful] beautiful S4.2 feld] sense S; faught ] fauyt P4.3 thorw ] thurgh S, thorow P; mighty] myyty P, mighty D4.4 had] hadde S; felde] felt S; victory ] victory S5.1 dukys ] dukis D; erlys] erles S, erles D; lord and baron ] lord and baron S5.2 kill ] kill S, kill D; sone ] logo S, sone D5.3 ome ] summe D; ladde en ] ledde en a P; led to S, side to D; Lundone: London S5.4 with ioye ] with joye P D; with joy S; merthe] myrthe S, merthe D; grete renone ] greet the name S6.1 owre kynge ] oure kyng S, ourre kinge D6.2 all ] alle S D; well wyllynge] well-wyllyng S, well-disposed 6.3 gef] yeve S, yef D; gode lyfe ] good lyf S, gode life D; gode endyng ] good endyng S, gode ending D6.4 with merth ] wyth myrthe S; savely synge ] saufly synge S, certainly singe DModern English transcript Deo gracias anglia, [Give thanks be to God, EnglandRed of professional victory In exchange for victory]1 Our king departed for Normandy, With chivalrous grace and power: There God wrought for him wonderfully . For what England can call and cry Deo, thank you....2 Place established, truth be told, To the city of Harfleur in royal dress; That city that conquered and caused fear, [appropriately "created a riot"] Which France will mourn until the day of reckoning. I thank you.... 3 Then our Kynge went with all his army, Through France, notwithstanding the boasting of the French [lords] He feared no danger of the lesser or the greater, Until he left the coast of Agincourt. [district] I give thanks... 4 So, verily, that gracious knight, In the field of Agincourt he fought valiantly: By the grace of the mightiest God, He [kept] both the field and the victory. I thank you...5 The dukes and earls, lord and baron, were captured and slain, and that so soon, and some were taken to London with mirth and jubilation and great renown. I give thanks... 6 Now, merciful God, he saves our King, his people, and all his good wishes: [those who wish him well] give him a good life and a good end, that with death we may sing safer, thank you...
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Everything is good
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 75-77. Furnished by Celeste Hazen, from a copy made by or for Amanda Culver, apparently in 1841. Oh, what is this stealing my body? Is the death? Is the death? How soon will he switch off, switch off this vital pain? Is the death? Is the death? If this is death, I shall soon be Free from all pain and sorrow; I will see the King of Glory. It's okay, it's okay. (4 additional verses)
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All night (me)
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 448-449. From Rebecca Taylor of South Carolina. Paul and Silas, held in prison all night. Haz, Lawd, Delibah po' me! Straight to heaven, straight back, All night long. "There is only one train on this track, all night." There is only one train on this line, All night Long.Do, Lawd, delibah po' me! Nebah seen like since I was born, all night long. People keep arriving and the train has left, all night. All night. Haz, Lawd, Delibah po' me!
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All quiet along the Potomac tonight
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All Quiet Along the Potomac To-Night From the score published in 1863 by Miller & Beacham Page title inscribed ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TO-NIGHT "All Quiet Along the Potomac To-Night", Except here and there a stray picket is shot as he walked up and down, past a marine of his in the bush; is nothing! a private or two now and then won't count in the battle news, not even an officer lost! only one of the men Moaning alone the death throes. "All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight!" moon, and the light of the campfires shines; there is only the sound of the lone sentry's footsteps, as he walks from the rock to the fountain, and thinks of the two of them in the low bed, far away in the bed on the mountain His musket comes loose, his face, dark and grim, falls, he becomes gentle with fond memories, as he murmurs a prayer for the sleeping children and their mother: "God defend her!" The moon seems to shine as bright as then - That night, when love unspoken fell from her lips, and when whispered vows promised to be forever unbreakable. he plucks the ones that are sprouting and clutches the weapon close to his chest, as if to check the swelling of his heart; the fountain passes, the b lasted the pine, And his step is slow and weary, Yet it advances, through the wide belt of light, In the shadows of the forest so dark. Listen! Was it the night wind stirring the leaves? Was it the moonlight that shone so beautifully? It looked like a rifle! "Oh, Maria, bye!" And his lifeblood is leaking and sloshing out. "All quiet along the Potomac tonight", No sound but the river running; As the dew gently falls on the faces of the dead, "El piquete" is out of commission for good.
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Solo em Shamrock Shore (Shamrock Shore III)
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 418-419. Sung by Mary Ann Galpin, Codroy, July 1960. Come on, maidens, give a warning, To a handsome young stranger, don't marry, Try everything you can to belittle him, Or banish him from your mind, For the first time I once lived carefree and merry, a pleasure I never had before, but now I am happy to wander alone on the clover bank. (Three additional verses plus half a verse.)
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Alonso, or Bravo and Bela Imogene
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 380-382. Sung by Harry Curtis, Joe Batt's Arm, July 1952. A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright They talked like those who sit on the lawn; They looked at each other with tender joy, Alonso the Brave was the knight's name, And the maiden's name was fair Imogene. "And, oh," said the youth, "since tomorrow I go to fight in a distant land, your tears over my absence will soon stop flowing. Someone will court you, and you will give your hand to a richer suitor." "Hush, hush , these suspicions," said fair Imogene, "offensive to love and to me; for whether you be alive or dead, I swear by the Virgin that none in your place will be Imogene's husband." And now the marriage had been blessed by the priest. The revelry had already begun, the tables creaked under the weight of the feast, and their laughter and merriment had not yet ceased when the castle bell struck one o'clock. and fear; finally spoke the bride, while trembling: "I ask Sir Knight that you will put your helmet aside and deign to share in our joy." The lady was silent, the stranger obeyed, the visor opened slowly; My God, what a sight met beautiful Imogene's eyes, what words expressed her dismay. And surprise when a skeleton's head was exposed! All those present let out a horrified scream and left the scene in disgust; saying his arms 'round the lady he hurt as she screamed in dismay; so he sank with his prey to the open ground and the fair Imogene, or the specter that took her away, was never found again (Stanzas 1, 2, 3, 7, 10, 11, 12, 14 of 17)
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ambletown
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Or Falmouth is a Good Town by William E[rnest] HenleyText provided by Don Duncan. Supposedly written in 1878 and published in Henley's "Book of Verse" in 1888. It has been noted that "the indictment and the third stanza are old". Or Falmouth is a beautiful town with boats in the bay, and I wish with all my heart she was there. today; I wish with all my heart to be away from here, sitting in my room and talking with my darling. Because it's my home, dear home, it's my home that I want to be. Our upper sails are hoisted and we are out to sea. Oh, the oak and the ash and the beautiful birch are all growing green in the old country. In Baltimore, walking, I met a lady with her baby in her arm as she walked down the street; and I thought how I sailed, and the cradle is ready for the beautiful baby who never saw her father. And it's home, my dear, home,-Ah, if she's a girl, she'll wear a gold ring; And if she is a boy, she will fight for her king; With his dagger and his hat and his little blue jacket. He'll walk the quarterdeck like his father used to. And it's home, my dear, home. Oh, there's a wind blowing, blowing from the west, and that wind of all winds is my favorite, for it blows on our shores and shakes our pennants, and will soon carry us back to the old country. 'Cause it's home, honey, it's home, it's home where I wanna be. Our upper sails are hoisted and we are out to sea. Oh, the oak, the ash and the birch, All are growing green in the old country.
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American Volunteer, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 234. "From the Gernsey Manuscript." The valley where the river slides smoothly through the green that echoed with the music, but now looks sad; and mute is the lark's song, because the sun has withdrawn from the dark hilltop. Hear, hear, hear that cry, it is the dreadful sound of the hoop of war; Tethered savages, look they enter the hut. Ah I Scream It's On Fire (6 additional verses)
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under my apron
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(Untitled) From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), Number XXI, pp. 71-72. No source is mentioned. It was a morning, a morning in May, my father's cows all gone, I sneered, and the heather was merry, and a pile of burrs on my apron. Oh! once my apron was on its side, (sic.) But now my knees are barely hidden, and oh, the pain I make wait, when I look at my apron. Oh! Before my apron was new, but now it's a different color, but now it's a different color, there's a muscular boy under my apron. Did you get there, did Sae weel row under your apron? He is not a bum, nor is he a madman. And I tucked it under my apron. I saw my mother on the stairs, Pointing (sic.) to her fair hair, Says: "What's that you have there, Sae weel paddled under your apron? It's my cloak and shirt, I didn't feel like wearing it Didn't feel like it putting it on, I put it under my apron As I walked down the street, with silver slippers on my feet, oh yes, my friends would like to meet, and my brave boy rowed in my apron.
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Angel Gabriel, The
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 106, pp. 446-447. Source not mentioned. The angel Gabriel from God was sent to Galilee, to a beautiful and free virgin, whose name was Mary: !' So let's all sing, big and small, Noel, Noel, Noel; We can rejoice when we hear the voice of the angel Gabriel. (4 additional verses)
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Angel's Whisper, The
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Angels Whisper As published in Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 239-240. to me. (3 additional verses)
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animal fair
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 348-349. From W. W. Delaney, who apparently got it from minstrels. I went to the animal fair, the birds and beasts were there. The big baboon in the moonlight combed his auburn hair. Trunk, The elephant sneezed and fell to its knees And what happened to the monk, to the monk?
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annie
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 15, p. 32. "Sung by Mr. Richard Harlan, South-East Passage." Every night, every night when I go to bed Thoughts of you, Annie, still run through my head, With sobs and sighs as I toss and turn. ,When I think of you, Annie, tears flow. I get up in the morning, with a heart full of pain, I go to my shop to lower my blinds, There's no one to grieve for but the innocent dove, So I hope to win the forgiveness of the girl I love. Annie was listening and she heard what he was saying, she moved closer and closer to hear what he was saying. "Since you are the young man I adore, it is a journey I shall take with you to the shores of Lincolnham. "My friends and kindred do all they can. To separate us from Annie and me is more than they can do.
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anson better
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 353-354. "Obtained in 1935 from Mrs. Clyde Best, West Branch... to the tune of 'The Red River Valley'." As I sat by the fire thinking of my brother who is far, far away in a lonely cell in Marquette Prison. All this time, long years he had to stay. He never had the opportunity to read those documents, never knew if they were true or false until he was told it was his confession; "Vera Snyder's death is now blamed on you." 13)
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Anstruther's Camp
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 13, p. 58-60. Compiled by Joe Thibadeau, Bobcaygeon, Ontario, October 1964. Oh, come all my brave fellows, I won't detain you long. It's all about last winter, I'll tell you in my song. It was in the township of Anstruther that we were forced to stay, and we worked there all winter for very little. (8 additional verses)
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Anti-Confederation Song (I)
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 28-29. From the 1940 edition of Doyle. Long Live Our Own Island Home, Newfoundland! No stranger will be able to hold back an inch of your strength! stanzas)
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Antigalicano, El
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 158-159. The Anti-Gallican's vault has arrived, On board we will quickly embark, Soon she will be ready to sail, Towards the Anti-Gallican she hastens to go. Hurry, hurry, for the Anti-Gallican hurry. In search of gold, we will sail the ocean, From the island of Brittany to the French coast; outside. hurry up, etc... Those Spaniards too, those cunning rascals, we'll take their ships and turn them into slaves; Until war is declared, we will never stay, For the Anti-Gallican in a hurry. hurry up etc... (Verses 1-3 of 7)
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any junkyard
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 78, September 19, 2021, as posted by user John5918. at his feet Smartly dressed in a new tile And his father's old green tie I wouldn't give him a penny for his old watch chain, Old iron, old iron!
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Are the signs okay?
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From Fred High, Old, Old Folk Songs, p. 5. Text reproduced as printed. The signature reads "By Drettie McElyea" (meaning that McElyea was the informant, not the author). Welcome group of real workers who by the thousands are on hundreds of railways and stations in one round. There is a question about calling the sky so bright. Are you happy in Jesus? Are the signs okay? CHO With a clear and bright light Is your lamp shining brightly? Do you have oil in your glasses? Are the signs okay? (3 additional verses)
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Arethusa, La
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From John Ashton, Royal Sailor-Songs, Leadenhall Press, London, 1891; reprinted by D. N. Goodchild, Philadelphia, 2006, insert after No. 7. Come all you merry, bold sailors, whose hearts are molded in the mold of honour, as I show you the glory of England. , Huzza al Arethusa. She is a firm and courageous frigate, as she has always stopped the galloping wave; Her men are loyal to her favorite launch, and when the enemy meets our fire, before they attack, we will all die, aboard the Arethusa. (3 additional verses)
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As I walked in the pride of the season
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While Walking in the Pride of the Season (The False Youth) by Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 422-423. Sung by Mrs. Freeman Bennett, St. Paul's, August 1958. As I walked in the pride of the station Thinking of some pastime there to see, Who am I to spy but a fair maiden Sitting alone under a green tree and shading? (8) additional verses)
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How I got out (I) (A new clean broom)
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A New Broom Sweeps Clean, by Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 40, pp. 93-94. Collected from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. As I was out for a walk one May morning to see the beautiful fields and meadows so merry, outside, as I wandered, I heard a young man mourning the loss of his beloved. As false and fickle as the wind, For him who proves the truth, there are ten who prove cruel, They'll smile sweetly on you even though you're so mean, It's an old saying true that a new broom sweeps well. (Stanzas 1, 4 of 4, but stanzas 2 and 3 are 6 lines instead of four; it seems likely that the lines were lost.)
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while tom walked
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, p. 413. Compiled by Sandys from an anonymous Cornish informant. As Tom walked on a fine summer morning, when the fields were decked with dazies and golden cups; he met Cozen Mal, with the bathtub on his head, said Tom, 'Cozen Mal, could you talk if we did.' But Mal went ahead and looked shy, and Tom yelled, 'Zounds! I will know from you why? Then, he tore after her, in a terrible rumble, and cut to persuade Mal, 'What's the point of this?' (3 additional verses)
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On Sullivan's Island
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 196. As recalled by Fuson himself. I'll tell you, George, in yards, if you'll pay attention meanwhile, how we drove St. Peter of beautiful Sullivan's Island.
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Atisket, Atasket (I sent a letter to my love)
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From Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume I, p. 109. From Dorsetshire. I wrote a letter to my love; I carried water in my glove; and by the way I dropped her, I dropped her, I dropped her, I dropped her, etc.
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Also from Gomme, p. 110. From Leicestershire. Jack missed dinner last night and the night before; if he does it again tonight, never again, more, more, more. I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I dropped it; some of you took it and made it. in your pocket -- pocket -- pocket -- pocket. I have a little dog, he won't bite you -- He won't bite you -- He won't bite you -- He will *bite* you.
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Also from Gomme, p. 111. From Winterton or Lincoln. Wisket-a-waskit, A green leather basket; I wrote a letter to my love, And lost it on the way; Some of you picked it up, And put it in your pocket. I have a little dog at home, and it won't bite you, not you, not you, not you, but it will bite you.
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #117, p. 169, final text. From New York. Reproduced on pg. 806B. A. Botkin, American Folklore.Itisket, Itaskit,A green and yellow basket.I sent a letter to my love,And on the way I dropped it.
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Old Eddie Ochiltree
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 43-45. Apparently from a leaflet published by David Webster of Edinburgh. Or did I hear you in the bauld blue dress, Auld Eddie Ochiltree? Weel Kent in the rural town of Ilka, Auld Eddie Ochiltree; The guide's wife calls out, "Come on, old Eddie Ochiltree." (6 additional verses)
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The old gray robin
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Old Robin Gray By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 482-483. Sung by Phillip Foley, Tilting, July 1952. My Jimmy loved me very much and sought me out for his girlfriend. By saving a crown, nothing else was denied. To make the crown a pound my Jimmy went to see, And the crown and the pound were kept for me. (6 additional verses)
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Aunt Jemima Cast
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From John Harrington Cox, Folk-Songs Mainly From West Virginia (published as the second part of George Herzog, Herbert Halpert, George Boswell, editors, Traditional Ballads and Folk-Songs Mainly from West Virginia), #23, pp. 183-184. From Miss LyleHatcher, Beckley, March 1, 1925, and finally from Mrs.J. W. Bowmen. Aunt Jemima was old, but very kind and intelligent; she had an idea of her own that she would never marry. Of all mankind, she declared, none should be her master; day after day, for the sale of a cast. Refrain from sheepskin and beeswax Make this hideous plaster; The more you try to get it off, the more it sticks, the faster. (2 additional verses)
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this aura
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From the score published by J. Church. The score shows no copyright date, but copyright records indicate a date of 1861. Title page inscribed A. S. C. Campbell, Esq. of Hooley & Campbell's Minstrels Aura Lea SONG & CHORUS Poetry by W. W. FOSDICK ESQ. Music by GEO.R.POULTON When the blackbird in the spring, on the willow tree, sat and swayed, I heard him sing, singing Aura Lea. Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maiden with golden hair; up in the air. Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maiden with golden hair; The sun came with you, And swallowed in the air. SECOND VERSE In your blush the rose was born, The music, when you spoke, Through your blue eyes the morning, Bright, seemed to break. CHOIR. Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maiden with golden hair; The sun came with you, And swallowed in the air. THIRD VERSE Aura Lea! the bird may flee, the golden hair of the willow swaying wildly in the winter, in the stormy air. However, if I see your blue eyes, the darkness will soon disappear; because to me, sweet Aura Lea is the sunshine that pierces the heart. CHOIR. Aura Leah, etc. FOURTH VERSE When the mistletoe was green, In the midst of the winter snows, The sun was seen on her face, Kissing rosy lips.
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Hail Maris Stella (Hail Starfish)
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By James J. Wilhelm, Medieval Song. The Latin text is on page 377. No source is indicated. The first three lines are those quoted in Fowke/Mills/Blume; I have glossed the Latin on the right (note that this is not a usable or accurate translation; it is more an indication of the intent of the individual words). In glosses, the ~ symbol means that the Latin word order must be reversed for the English meaning. I continue with a running text in English (indented), loosely based on Wilhelm's, but with reference to Latin. - RBWave, maris stella, hail [from] the sea~starDei mater soul [of] god mother~genderAtque semper virgo also always [to] virginFelix caeli porta fertile/fortunate [from] heaven~gateway Hail, star of the sea, Kind Mother of God, Ever Virgin, Gate to heavenly joy.Sumens illud "Hail" through (his) hailGabrielis ore, [from] Gabriel~[the] mouthFoster us in rhythm, establish us in peaceMutans Evae nomen changing [from] Eva ~ [the] name Hail!* Now we salute! From the mouth of Gabriel, leave us true peace, changing the name of Eve! Solve vicia reis, free [from] the chains of sinners Profer lumen caecis, offer [the] light [of [heaven] Mala nostra pelle, evils [de] us discard Bona cuncta posce! good/blessing~complete/united [to be] bestowed Release sinners from chains, Give light to the blind; Make all our evils disappear, and good be done to us Monstra esse matrem, Sumat per te preces Qui pro nobis natus Tulit esse tuus. Show us that you are the mother, Our own petitions join For the one you gave birth To suffer here at home Virgo singularis, Inter omnes mitis, Nos culpis solutos Mites face et castos Virgin, the only one, Chosen among many, Punish us through our fault, and deliver us if thou wilt. Vitam praesta puram, Iter para tutum, Ut seers Iesum Semper collaetemur! Give us a holy life, deliver us from struggles, show us the ways of Jesus and let us live forever. Sit laus Deo patri, Summum Christo decus, Spiritui Sancto, Honor, Tribus unus! Praise be to God the Father, Glory to Christ as good, And to the Holy Spirit, Honor the three in one.* An anagram: AVE=Salve, reverse of EVA=Eva
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 263, p. 272. The source is not indicated. roses, but Whigs turn like a frost in June and wither our bouquets (3 extra stanzas)
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Awake Awake (Awake Sweet England)
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Wake up, wake up From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, pp. 194-195. From the song of Caroline Bridges, collected at Pembridge, July 1909. Awake, awake, sweet England, sweet England, now wake up and say your prayers obediently, and your soul will partake; Our Lord our God is calling, all in heaven so clear, so repent, repent, sweet England, for dreadful days are at hand; Let us pray, and it is to the living Lord, let us pray. (3 additional verses)
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Far East (I)
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 158-160. By Jennie Hardy Linscott. There is a famous legendary country never seen by mortal eyes, where punks grow and say the sun rises. In which neither man nor creeping thing nor bird nor beast dwells. But of one thing we are sure, it is the FAR EAST. (3 additional verses)
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 213, p. 222. No source indicated. Let it boil a pleasant moment, Flowers of all colors; Ay waukin', O, Waukin still and tired; I can't sleep, thinking about my darling. When I sleep I dream, when I wake up I am angry; Ay waukin &c. Lanely arrives at night, A'laves are sleeping; I think of my bony boy And I bleed my salute. Ay waukin &c.
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Babcock Bedtime Story, El
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #176, pp. 635-636. As told and sung by Charles Hinkley. Joe, he said: Melvin honey, did you hear what they did to dear old El? They gave him an audience before the approaching old judge and sent the old man to the asylum. Where in purple hue we saw the highland hills, And the moon shone bright on the Long Eddy. (1 additional verse)
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Babies on our block, Los
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From the original score, printed on the inside covers by Richard Moody, Ned Harrigan: From Corlear's Hook to Herald Square. First room, near the pier, where Ireland is represented by Babies on Our Block. Here are the Phalens and the Whelans. Sally Waters, "With the babies on our block. Oh, Little Sally Waters, Sitting in the sun, Crying and crying for a young man; Oh, get up, Sally, get up, Wipe your eyes on your dress; This is sung for the babies that live on our block (2 extra verses)
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Bacharel's Lament (II), The
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The Old Bachelor By Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, p. 311. Collected 1935 from Dora Ward of Princeton, Indiana. Walking alone, I met an old bachelor, making him cry: "Of all the girls, wherever they are, I can't find a pretty one to marry." I. "I've offered them silver, I've offered them gold, and I've let a lie be told in my life; of all girls, wherever they are, I can't find a pretty girl to marry me." Verses 1, 3 of 6)
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hill behind the bay
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 101, pp. 217-218. By Frank Faulkner. A December day I will never forget. Dressed to kill, she was slipping and sliding down Back Bay Hill. Chorus: And sing fall de dol doodle dum, Fall de dol doodle dum, Fall de dol doodle dum, Lidy I die. (4 additional verses)
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Badger Drive, El
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 84-86. No source is mentioned. There is a class of men in this country that is never mentioned in song, and now, as their trade goes on, they will rise to the top in a short time. They say our sailors are in danger, as are our warriors. daring, but no one knows the life of a driver, what he suffers from adversity and cold weather. Chorus: With their pikes and peas and boats and all, and they sure come out in the spring, this is the time, With the putties in their boots as they climb the logs, and it's hard to beat their time. (4 additional verses)
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Bainbridge Tragedy, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 303-306. "From the Gernsey Manuscript". In the town of Bainbridge recently lived a worthy young man who met his fate, who filled many hearts with sadness and caused many tears to flow. Uriel Church was the name of this unhappy young man, who fell in love in the prime of life with what would be his wife. (28 additional verses)
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tea party ballad
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Caleb A Wall, The Historic Boston Tea Party of December 16, 1773 (Worcester: F.S. Blanchard & Co, 1896 ("Digitized by Google"), pp. 14-15. According to Bronner-Eskin1 18, this song "appeared by first time once on the cover of the _Pennsylvania Packet_ January 3, 1774." with frightful speed. Above their heads, right in the middle of the sky, were seen three forms of shining angels: this was Hampden, that was Sidney, with Fair Liberty amidst. chests unfurled; Axes, hammers, aid offered, what a noise! what a noise! eve and they made. Into the depths of the sea descended the accursed grass from the coast of China; Then at once our fears were ended; British rights will never be lost. Captains! once again hoist your flags as, unfurl its sails and ride the wave; tell your masters they were dreamers when they thought of deceiving the brave.File: BNEF538
Bangidero
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 98. No source indicated. Let's go to the coast of Chile, [Chorus:] To my hero Bangidero Let's go to the coast of Chile, [Chorus:] Let's drink and dance fandango! We'll go to the coast of Chile, where Spanish women are bright and cheerful! [Chorus:] To my hero Bangidero! Singing hey to a gay girl Hash! Chilean women are hard to beat, from head to toe they are slender and elegant, from black mantillas to elegant feet. (2 additional verses)
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, #39, pp. 116-117. "Sung by Martin Hocko, Pinware, August 1960." One afternoon in a country house there sat a beautiful young maiden; her dear mother was sitting beside her; "Jack was here today to see me and he begged for my hand. I will never be his girlfriend." "I want to marry the banker Brown, though he is old and gray; I do not love him; yet we shall marry some day." He gently kissed his daughter and said: (4 additional verses plus repeats)
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Banna Banks, A
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From Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 236-237. From the 1795 journal of the Boston sloop Joseph Francis. Shepherds, have you seen my love? Have you seen my Anna? moreUntil she returns All the joys of life are gone From joy turned to mourningWhere my enchantress has flownWhere the shepherds tell who saw herAh, alas, perhaps she is goneForever and ever
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Claudy Banks, The [N40 Laws]
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Where are you going, Alice? From the recording by G.B. Grayson and Henry Whitter (Victor V40135). Transcribed by Ben Schwartz "Where are you going Alice, joy of my heart? Where are you going Alice, on this dark and rainy night?" "Don't worry, young William, he won't find you there, don't worry, young William, he won't find you there, don't worry, young William, he won't find you there, just stay with me in green lands, I don't need you In danger". fear." When she heard this sad news, she fell into despair, wringing her hands and tangling her hair, "If Willie drowns, I'll take no other, through lonely paths and valleys I'll wander for him." Poor Alice) When she heard this sad news, he couldn't take it anymore, he took her in his arms, "Little Alice, I'm the man. Little Alice, I am the young man who caused you all this pain. But now we find ourselves in green lands from which we will never again part."
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Banks of Mullen Creek, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #4, pp. 54-58. From the corner of Perley Hare, Strathadam, 1948. My name is Sandy Grattan, I don't have good grammar, but excuse any mistakes and listen to these few lines I sing about our film crew and camp I recently came to Edward Sinclair's signature, in the banks of the Mullen Stream. (20 additional verses)
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Shores of the Miramichi, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #3, pp. 52-53. From the corner of Jared MacLean, Strathadam, 1947. Now I'll pick up my pen These lines to write. Regarding this river, I want to recite them. Because through the splendor of nature There's nothing I can see Like the tide flowing along the shores of the Murrymashee. (2 additional verses)
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Bannow Lonely Coast
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Lyrics provided by Kay Reville. To the lonely shores of Bannow, farewell where I once used to roam To watch the lesser craft glide swiftly across the bay On these lonely shores I have often sat watching the flowing tide and the smooth boats with rippling sails gliding across their surface, the sad the cries seabirds could be heard, but now those joys are over. Yet memory takes me back to the lonely shores of Bannow. The village school on the hill still looms As bright and beautiful as when I said my last goodbye Those pleasant hours are past and gone, perhaps they will come no more Yet my heart will still cling to Bannow's lonely shore. Whom I spent my youth when I played in the green Their smiling faces I behold, though the seas part between Our youthful joys I still retain though sadly I bewail When I cast my wandering eyes to the lonely shore of Bannowre, a foreign land to rest The love of the Bannow's flowery shores still beat within my chest When silent sleep comes over me Dream, I see once more The enveloping rocky cliffs abound on Bannow's lonely shore. Now he concludes and says a long goodbye. May the rays of heaven shine brightly upon all who inhabit these shores. May happiness reign forever and the choicest blessings flow Where I first breathed life on Bannow's lonely shore.
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Barefoot Boy with Boots, The
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The Barefoot Boy By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, # 154, p. 578. From the song by Ernie Sager. Oh, the night was dark and stormy, and the moon still shone, And the stars cast fiery beams in the storm that raged that night; Lightning struck the barn, and all the cows chewed the cud, and the moonlight set the meadow on fire in the middle of the woods. Oh, the boy barefoot and in boots came crawling down the street; his pants were full of pockets and his boots full of feet. .He was born as a baby, his grandmother's pride and joy; His only sister was a girl and his brother was a boy. (Four and a half additional verses)
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From Alec "Uncle Eck" Dunford's recording of Galax, Virginia and Ernest Stoneman (Victor 20938B). It is said that he was learned from a colleague at Dunford. Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. "I'm going away, dear Nora, I'm going to leave such an angel far away; it's going to break my heart in two, which I give you with love, because nobody is so loving, kind and true." "Yes, I'm leaving, Nora dear, as sure as there is a God we worship; and remember what I tell you, till judgment day you'll never see your Barney again." in my arms, darling Nora, leave your friends and old Ireland behind, and come and go with me to the dear land of the free, living happily with your Barney McCoy. "I would go with you, dear Barney, but the reason I've told you so many times before: It would break my mother's heart if I parted with her and wandered with you, Barney McCoy, across the bay; and before tomorrow's sun, you'll hear the gun signal, so be prepared, it will take us far." happy to be in the dear land of the free, living happily with its Barney McCoy.” “I would go with you, dear Barney, if my mother and the rest of them were there; , in that dear western land, living happily with you, Barney McCoy."
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Barney O´Lean
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 152, pp. 317-318. From Mrs. THERE. Lind, Canton, Ohio.1. Oh, Barney O'Lean, say what you mean, don't you know I'm waiting for you? It's long past eight, still at the door I'm waiting for you, dear Barney. I long to hear your gentle voice once more, as you whisper sweet and low to me, and your footsteps. I've been waiting here on the road for the clock to have struck eight a long time ago. Chorus: Oh, Barney O'Lean, tell me what you mean, will you never come back? It's well past eight, still at the door I'm waiting for you, dear Barney.2. You told me last night you had something to say, When you kissed me goodbye at the door, And said you'd come see me today, And meet me like before. I know you are going to ask me to be your loving wife, and my answer, of course, you can guess, because, Barney, I love you more than life, and I will definitely say yes.3. Oh, Barney O'Lean, say what you mean, you never wanted to come? I hope you're not walking around with another maiden, nor have you been to a party or ball. It's just that I'm waiting here in the alley, And my heart aches with fear; I wonder, dear Barney, why you are so late, and I want to hear your footsteps.
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Barrosa plain
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Barrossa De Lewis Winstock, The Music of the Redcoats 1642-1902, #31, pp. 126-127. Apparently from Sgt. F. Newman manuscript. «It was on a Thursday morning that we left Cadiz, as many brave Frenchmen had good reason to regret; our gallant fleet headed straight for the bay of Gibraltar and on Saturday we disembarked at Algesir. For we are the boys of honor, boys, belonging to the Crown, and death to those who dare to oppose the impetuous "Prince's Own". (9 additional verses)
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Freedom's Battlecry, The
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From the score published in 1862 by Root & Cady. Title page inscribed THE Battle-Cry of Freedom Words & Music by GEO. F. ROOT1. Yes, let's rally around the flag, boys, let's unite once more, Screaming Freedom's rallying cry, Let's unite from the hillside, let's rally from the plain, Screaming Liberty's rallying cry. Union forever, live boys, live! Down the traitor, up the star; As we gather around the flag, boys, Gather once more, Screaming the war cry of Freedom.2. We are heeding the call of three hundred thousand more,* Screaming Liberty's battle cry, And we will fill the vacant vacancies of our brethren who went before us, Screaming Liberty's battle cry.3. We will welcome our number of the loyal, true and brave, the rallying cry of Screaming Freedom, And though poor he will never be a slave, the rallying cry of Screaming Freedom.4. So we are heeding the call of East and West, shouting freedom's rallying cry, and we will drive the rebel crew from the land we love most, shouting freedom's rallying cry.* This line is commonly sung (eg, more late in the war) "We are heeding the call of our brothers who went before."
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Battle Hymn of the Republic, The
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From the score published in 1862 by Oliver Ditson & Co. Title page inscribed BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Adapted to favorite tune FROM "Glory Hallelujah" WRITTEN BY Mrs.Dr.D.G.Howe FOR THE MONTH OF THE ATLANTIC My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling down the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He unleashed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: truth from him is marching. Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Your truth is marching on.2. I have seen him at the fires of a hundred camps, An altar was built for him in the dew and damp of the night; I can read His righteous sentence by the light of dim and bright lamps: His day advances.3. I read a fierce gospel written in rows of polished steel: "As you deal with my enemies, so will my grace deal with you; let the Hero born of woman crush the serpent under his heel. For God is on the march.*4 He He sounded the trumpet who will never call retreat, He is shaking the hearts of men before His tribunal: Alas, my soul, make haste to answer him! Rejoice, my feet! Our God marches forward. Of lilies Christ is born. of the other seaside, With a glory in her belly that transfigures you and me: As he died to sanctify men, so let us die to set them free, While God marches on.* The score does not close the open quote in line 2 of this verse.
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Battle of Baltimore, The
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From Forget-Me-Not Songster, Nafis & Cornish (undated), pp. 17-19. Old Ross, Cockburn and Cochran too, and many other damned villains, swore with their damned savage crew that they would plunder Baltimore, but General Winder, fearing that his militia would not hold, he asked for the help of some real Virginians. So we arose with exalted hearts, to help our much-suffering brother state, &c when we first received our orders, to prepare without delay our wives and loved ones to go and march to the army. Though it saddened our hearts. filled with sadness, to leave our sweet Virginia shot, we kissed our boyfriends again and again, and marched like true Virgos. Farewell for a while, sweet girls, farewell, with honor we will return to you (6 additional verses)
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Battle of Bologna, The
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 178-179. Note that this version gives the date August 15, 1801, not August 2 as in the common version. On the fifteenth of August, one thousand eight hundred and one, We sailed with Lord Nelson to the port of Boulogne, To break their sailing, which proved in vain, For, to our misfortune, they were all in chains. to the enemy's fire we laid, While nine bright pieces of cannon played; there many armed sailors lay in their blood, and the shot of their batteries gushed so rapidly. (Verses 1, 4 of 6)
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Battle of Falkirk Muir, The
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From Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are to the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), pp. 213-214. Hogg's Jacobite Relics, An Explosive Sight for the Bastard, The War He's Already Seen, Hawley, Up and Rin, etc. (5 and a half additional stanzas)
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Battle of Fisher's Hill
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 58. Old Early's Camp on Fisher's Hill Resolved to have some Yankee blood spilled, chose the time Phil was gone, Yankee Camp to fall; "Move out of the way," said General Early, "we've come for you." of the valley." (4 additional stanzas)
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Battle of Glenlivet, The, or The Battle of Altichallichan
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From Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are to the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), pp. 248-257. Source not indicated. Frae Dunnoter to Abberdeen, I got up and hit the road, believing that not even half an hour had passed today. And that made me get up early. (40 additional verses)
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Battle of Killiecrankie, The
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The Battle of Killicrankie (sic.) by Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are from the 1993 Barnes & Noble edition), pp. 268-269. The source is not clearly indicated, but it could be Hogg. Clavers and his Highlandmen pounced on the raw man, who, being burly, took a swing at mony, the boys began to scratch, then. Were na slaw, man, Wi' mony a fearfu' heavy sigh, The boys started scratching, then. (6 additional verses)
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Battle of Pentland Hills, La
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Rullion Green or Pentland Hills By Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are from the 1993 Barnes & Noble edition), pp. 166-167. Apparently based on a text by Walter Scott. Brave Grahams came from the west, with their black horses; the Lothian boys marched fast to reach Rhyns o'Gallowa. Between the town of Dumfries and Argyle the boys marched about a mile; Souters and Taylors took them out, Their covenants to renew. They Whigs, they, with their merry lads, Gar'd the poor peddlers left their knapsacks; (8 additional verses)
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Batalha de Sheriffmuir, La
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From Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are to the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), pp. 194-197. Apparently from Child's collection of ballads. There are some who say they want it, and some who want it, and some who say there's no desire in a man! But one thing I'm sure of, that in Sherra-muir, there was a battle that I saw, man. And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran, but Florence ran faster than a man. Argyle and Belhaven, not frightened like Leven, What Rothes and Haddington saw, man: For they all, like Wightman, rushed right, manWhite others fled, being raw, man: And we ran, etc. (22 additional stanzas)
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Battle of the Boyne (I), La
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The Battle of the Boyne By Edward Hayes, The Ballads of Ireland (Boston, 1859 (reprint of the 1855 London edition)), Vol. I, pp. 210-211, "The Battle of the Boyne" 1690. By Colonel Blacker It was a cloudless summer morning the sun rose, and softly over the swaying corn the breeze won its way; Glittering under that eastern ray, 'Amidst banks of merry green, its east course, A silvery brook still smiling. the monarch encamped around, his southern highlands far and wide, his crowns white crowned; it did not take long for the clear sky to show itself, nor long under the lightning that ran that soft silver current, to meet the newborn day. Glen, from that dark ravine, the marching men are heard, the guns gleaming; and splashing in glittering formation along those green shores, all eager for the oncoming fight, are the martial ranks. the noisy gorge, its thunder rumbles in the echoing valleys, while wrapped in its sulphurous darkness advances the gallant crowd; and on foot and on horseback in a mixed mass, irrespective of all life, with furious ardor they rush forward to join the deadly fight. No wonder with such a blazing flame every glowing heart beat aloud, their battle word was William's name and "Death or liberty!" Then, Oldbridge, then their peaceful bowers resounded with unusual sounds, And Tredagh, 'amid their distant towers, the mighty rumble was heard; As if floating on its gentle tide, man and horse unite. Fierce now grows the fury of battle, the guarded stream crosses, And furious, hand in hand he meets each daring rival host; Falls, Veteran Hero Falls, renamed. along the Rhine - And he whose name, as long as Derry's walls stand, will shine brightly. Oh! Would to heaven that audacious ecclesiastic, his arms blessed by triumph, the soldier's spirit had dominated that fir tree of his pious chest. and the hostile thread won; He bleeds, brave Caillemotte, he bleeds, it's over, his brilliant career, Yet that band still applauds his glorious deeds in their dying accents. victory, as James' reverse performance band leads across the plain. worthy of a better cause and a bolder king. In vain is his bold bearing displayed on that bloodstained ground; blush, though conquered there, a power fights against you today; no mortal arm can dare. all betrayed. Alive! Alive! the cry of victory is heard high above Donore; Down the Platten Valley, in rushing masses, rough and splintering, they spill. But many brave spirits retreat across the plain, who but kings would gladly dare that field of battle again. Enough! enough! the winner cries; refrain from your fierce pursuit, let the prayer of gratitude to heaven rise and defeated free men forgive. Alive! Alive! For freedom, for her we unsheathed the sword and launched the battle, while our orange flags fluttered aloft; Boyne!
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Battle of Trenton, The
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From Carolyn Rabson, _Songbook of the American Revolution_, NEO Press, 1974, pp. 42-43. On Christmas Day, 1976, our ragged troops with their bayonets stuck in Trenton marched. Delaware See! The ship down! Light obscured by sleet and snow, but no sign of despondency. Our target was the Hessian gang who dared invade the beautiful land of the free and garrison there. shame never known (3 additional verses)
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Battle of Vicksburg, The
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The Vicksburg Soldier By Arthur Palmer Hudson, Folksongs of Mississippi and Their Background, p. 261. From Mrs. Tobe Young, Bryant, Mississippi. On the bloody battlefield of Vicksburg lay a wounded soldier, his thoughts turning to his happy home a few thousand miles away. (3 additional verses plus a fragment)
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Bayou Sara, La
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By Sara Burned Down By Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 40-41. From the singing of Colin Robinson, once a Mississippi rouster but an Ohio resident at the time the song was collected. I go down the river and I couldn't stay long, B'y' Sara burned, burned down to the water's edge. ,B'y' Sara got burned. People started running and there was a downpour, B'y' Sara got burned, When they started looking they were about to fall, B'y' Sara got burned. what I see, B'y' Sara was burned, the captain and the officer were behind me, B'y' Sara was burned. There are two shining angels by my side, B'y' Sara got burned 'cause I wanna go to heaven when I die, B'y' Sara got burned.
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beautiful dreamer
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From the score published 1863/4 (but probably composed 1862) by William A. Pond & Co. The title page inscribed Beautiful Dreamer "the last song ever written" by STEPHEN C. FOSTER WRITTEN BUT A FEW DAYS BEFORE HIS DEATH Beautiful dreamer, wake up to me, starlight and dewdrops await you; the sounds of the rude world that one hears during the day lulled to sleep in the moonlight disappeared. Fair dreamer, queen of my song, listen as I woo you with a sweet melody; are the concerns of life's busy crowd, Dreamy Beauty, wake up for me! Beautiful dreamer, wake up for me! .Beautiful dreamer, shine in my heartE'en like the morning on the brook and the sea;Then all the clouds of pain will be gone,Beautiful dreamer, wake up for me! Beautiful dreamer, wake up for me!
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beautiful sea island
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From (National Magazine), "Heart Songs", Chapple Publishing Company, 1909, pp. 224-226. Beautiful sea island! Smile on the water's brow, Dear are your memories to me, Sweet as your daughters' songs Over your mountains and valleys, Down every murmuring river, Animated by the loving gales of flowers, oh, I could wander forever! Land of the true and the ancient, Home ever dear to me; Source of untold pleasures Beautiful sea island! Source of untold pleasures, beautiful island of the sea! (1 additional verse).
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Bela Lady of Kent, A
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 304-310. On one side believed to be from the 18th century. A sailor from Dover, whose fine parts, By wisdom and learning, won the hearts Of many young maidens, Of beauty so bright, Of him I will write this new song soon; And it shows his twists of fate, his passions and pains, so many and great: and how he was finally blessed with true love, when all the bitter storms of his troubles had passed. (48 additional verses)
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Bedlam City, or The Maiden's Lamentation Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 187-188. Based on two pamphlets, one by Pitts and one by Armstrong. Beside the city of Bedlam, I heard a maid complain; grievously lamenting, I lost my beloved, my only lover. Chorus. Billy is the boy I look up to, He's the boy I adore; Now, for him, his love is dying, for fear that she will never see him again. (4 additional verses)
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The Beggarman's RambleFrom the Robert Cinnamond recording (IRRCinnamond02: "Love Songs"FOLKTRAX-158). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. - BS It was in Ballinderry that the beggar first collected his food [E-mail pronounced] Mother says to daughter, "Did you see the beggar's flail?" I will go out on Monday morning and carry a long stick in my hand And I will parade around the world so boldly that I will run. I will go to Antrim, where the merry farmer lives. Beggars, they won't do because he knows they are very tasty. There will be no beggars to serve and very few strangers to shelter. show them where I wear the badge (beggar's badge was a license to practice within a certain parish) "Oh lady, dear lady, there's a poor man in the hall. Lie down near your room or, by God, you'll ruin us all." His long, tattered pants are torn in the front and back. Oh, lady, dear lady, I've never seen a beggar like this before." [The lady here is called 'lady'. Similarly, 'tavern' is pronounced 'tavren' and 'brothers', 'brothers']. And the lady came down and embraced this poor man., "My dear lady, I come from that sweet county called Down, and when I am at home my place of residence is the sweet town of Killyleagh." "Oh, come down to the kitchen," said me this fine lady." There is beer, wine and brandy for you to sample while you stay. You can eat at my table and lie on my soft feather bed. That is if you stay with me. Tom Targer from the town of Killyleagh." [Alternate lyrics to this song about the supposed sexual attraction and prowess of beggars can be found in Jackie Boyce's "Songs of County Down"]
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Court House By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #111, pp. 277-278. From the Canticle of Frank Proffitt, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1941. In New York City I first saw the light, raised by good parents in the path of righteousness, orphaned at the age of seven, in my mother's grave . I shed many tears. I had barely reached manhood when I left my old home, with some of the western comrades we wandered, looking for a job, we could hardly find it, the pay was so low and the people so rude. In St. Louis we met our destiny for the first time. We were arrested while walking down the street. The charges were theft, the theft was petty. They said, "We'll put you behind a stone wall." (4 additional verses)
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), pp. 163-164. Sung by Joseph McGinnis, who learned it on the Great Lakes from a former Navy SEAL. the breeze blows fresh that carries us far beyond the crest of the seas, hope swells my passionate breast, and this is my tension: believe me, dear Susan, I will come back. (3 additional verses)
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Collected by Nancy Roeder from her mother in 1992-1993. Information about this oral history project can be found at https://bit.ly/2KQwyLQ. The bells in the sky just rang one. My Lord's work has just begun. Chorus (repeated after each verse): Oh, the old chest is moving. the old trunk stirs, and I thank God. The bells in the sky strike two, Lord, what do you want me to do? The bells in the sky strike three, My Lord is setting the people free. The bells of heaven strike four, the preaching of The bells of heaven strike five, My Lord is giving life to the dead. The bells in the sky ring six, My Lord heals all the sick. knocks eight, My Lord opened the golden door. The bells of heaven only strike nine. My Lord is turning water into wine. The bells in heaven ring ten times, My Lord saves sinful men.
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From Walter de la Mare, Come Hither, pp. 197-198. With deep affection and remembrance, I often think of Shandon's rump, whose wild sounds, in childhood days, cast their magic spells around my cradle. reflect where I roam, and so I grow fonder, sweet Cork, of you; With its Shandon bells, which ring so grandly in the pleasant waters of the River Lee. (3 additional verses)
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Beloved Land, The
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 352-353. Sung by Phillip Foley, Tilting, July 1952. The rays of the setting sun reflected off the sea as our ship glided gracefully in the breeze; on deck was a young man, silent, pale and haggard. Oh, why was that young heart so thoughtful and sad? As he stood there alone, his lonely watch, the breeze on his broad brow, the dark curls sweeping, and ever through his own silent watch, he wept and said, "Farewell, my beloved land; I shall see you no more." stanzas)
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From Frank Shay, American Sea Songs and Chanteys, pp. 98-101. Source not indicated. Ben Backstay was our boatswain. watch, No boy than he with more glee, Could handle the end of the rope. Singing chip chow, cherry chow, Fol de riddle went away. Singing chip chow, cherry chow, Fol de riddle went away. (3 additional verses)
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Sheet music published in 1843 by W. C. Peters Title page inscribed BEN BOLT or OH! DON'T YOU REMEMBER Ballad sung by MISS CLARA BRUCE COMPOSED BY NELSON KNEASS (Inside notes it was also sung by J. H. McCann. The name of Thomas Dunn English, who wrote the lyrics, is not mentioned anywhere.) Oh! Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, with hair so brown; she cried with pleasure when you smiled at her and trembled with fear when you saw her frown. In the courtyard of the old church, in the valley, Ben Bolt. dark and lonely corner, they laid a slab of granite so gray, and sweet Alice lies under the stone. They laid a slab of granite so gray, and sweet Alice lies under the stone. Don't you remember the woods, Ben Bolt, near the green and sunny side of the hill, where we often sang in its wide shade and beat the mill to the beat: the mill has fallen into decay, Ben Bolt, and a silence now reigns over all the places, look at the old rustic porch with its roses so sweet, the lies scattered and fallen to the ground, look at the old rustic porch, with its roses so sweet, the lies scattered and fallen to the ground. the 3rd floor V. Oh! Don't you remember school, Ben Bolt, and the teacher so kind and sincere, and the little corner by the clear creek where we picked the flowers as they grew up? On the master's grave the grass grows, Ben Bolt, and the little stream that runs now is dry; And of all the friends who were schoolmates back then, that's Ben, except you and me. And of all the friends who were schoolmates at the time, Ben remains but you and me.
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 288-289. "[O]btained in 1916... from Mrs. Mary Ellen Kenyon Baker." Ben Fisher had finished his hard day's work and was sitting in the doorway of his cabin, his good wife Kate sitting beside him, and the moonlight was dancing on the floor. And the moonlight danced on the cabin floor, For its rays were as pure and as bright, As when he and Kate twelve years ago They spoke of love in soft light. (6 additional verses)
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 311-317. Apparently from a dam. Singles of all walks of life, check out this weird and true relationship, which I'll be bringing to you soon: It's never been so weird! They will find it worth listening to; the deepest root, Yielding amulets and gold to gather. Some will marry for the love of treasure; But the sweetest joy and delight Is in faithful love, you'll find, Bestowed with a noble mind. (50 extra stanzas)
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #117, text B, pp. 424-425 (text A is much shorter but almost identical to what exists). From a handwritten copy held by Mabel E. Mueller, believed to have been in her family since about 1880. From distant noise and bustle. Hard work, use of my time, How happy I was each day. Happy and enjoying health. The birds sang and so did they. As I crept across each acre, Oh, I never knew what it was to see Until I saw Betsy Baker. mercifully he bowed his head, as his voice shook, sir, I thought if I ever married it would be Betsy Baker. he nudged me and asked me to worry about the sarmint. When the church ended, she left, but I caught up with her, determined not to lose heart. I spoke with Betsy Baker. a boarding school and finished his studies. But love made me speak quite freely, I say, I have many acres, Will you give me your company? I won't, says Betsy Baker. All my pleas she ignored And I was forced to leave her, I couldn't sleep that long night because love brought me a fever. , sniffed his cane With a long face like a Quaker, He says, young man, please, where's the pain? I say, sir, Betsy Baker! I think it must have killed me. I put an end to all your fights between him and the undertaker. And what do you think saved my life? Well, thoughts on Betsy Baker. Then I returned to Betsy, once again with love attacked her, but meanwhile she got acquainted with an unrestrained crazy theater actor. hopes of love so dashed, my mother thought it would relieve me if I went to London. But though I try otherwise, my thoughts won't leave her. I dream all night and think all day about cruel Betsy Baker.
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By John Henry Johnson, ed. Obscene Ballads and Lustful Lyrics, pp. 62-63. Said to be from Dixon's Songs of 1842. This text is obviously different from the point of view of the previous revision (and, since it is in a lighthearted/humorous form, I have to suspect that it is the written version; see also the comment on the third line), but form and meter say that the two are at least derived from a common original. My girlfriend is a wonder, and lately I took her, you've heard her name before tonight, or so I got her confused. Others may be great and good, on land, sea or lake, sir. Few names were more beautiful than my sweet Betsy Baker. We left New Orleans: 'We crossed the Alleghany Mountains. He fell a lot, of course, the bad coachman! And inside a rooster hat was my sweet Betsy Baker. Much needed; no accidents befell us, though the ship was a fool, no flights, except for Betsy Baker. We finally reached Louisville, considering ourselves lucky enough to get so far on our course, and safely ensconced in Kentucky; my wife wanted to see the men; Half horse, half crocodile, I feared they might tear my lovely Betsy Baker to shreds. We crossed the Mississippi, the moon was waxing, one night the ship hit an obstacle and filled it with water; the passengers, large and small enough to shock a Quaker, wore almost no clothing. What a show for Betsy Baker. At last he reached New Orleans, the city was in our sight, gentlemen, a Frenchman, intelligent as never seen before, began to parlez-vous, gentlemen, Tell him, sir, permity mois mademoiselle to take, ah, I say - I'll be damned if you touch my Betsy Baker. I entered a masquerade ball To see the beautiful souls, señores, There I saw a good parade of ladies, I believe that criollos were called, señores, walked and danced very well, danced waltzes and performed capers, but my sweet Betsy Baker brought me home in an instant.
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 204-205. "[Sung] in 1935 by Mr. Duncan MacAlpine, Bad Axe." One night, during a night, I wandered around the recreation, happy enough in my position, without worries or problems, to see nature's sweets and all happy creatures. Diffuse, cheerful, fun to look at. Bright bright came Aurora accompanied by Flora, A bright light of Phoebus began to paint the depths. The larks and linnets sang, each valley echoing with music. to sleep. (4 additional verses)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 148. "From the song by Leila Bunch." Now, since he's gone, let it go: I don't want to cry; I'll let him know I can live without him if I try. without him if i try i will let him know i can live without him if i try. Downstairs, that hateful Betty Brown, lives within sight, and now it's almost eight o'clock, maybe he'll be there tonight. he's there tonight, maybe he's there tonight. And now it's almost eight o'clock, maybe I'll be there tonight. (Verses 1, 3 of 5)
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Bike built for two (Daisy Bell)
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, posts 102-104, Sep 24, 2021 In response to Tess_W, John5918 provided the chorus: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, I'm kinda crazy about your love. It won't be a fancy wedding, I can't afford a carriage, but you'll look great in the seat of a bicycle made for two... Crypto-Willobie had a parody version: Michael, Michael, here's your real answer, I don't I'm crazy about people like you. If you can't afford a carriage, cancel the blossoming marriage, because I'll be damned if I'm stuck on a bike built for two... John5918 also pointed out a parody of "The Two Ronnies" that I presume is copyrighted and non-traditional .
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From Jim Bob Tinsley, He Was Singin' This Song, University of Central Florida, 1981, p. 140.That ugly brute from the cattle chute,Press it down to the big corral,Must be tagged in the pipe,Press it to the big corral. bug , Press towards the big corral. (4 additional verses)
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 111. From the song of Captain HenryE. Burke of Toronto, influenced by a manuscript copy. In Liverpool there lived a man, Jack Jennings was his name, and in the days of square sail, he played the game of Shanghai. His wife's name was Caroline, sailors. he knew near and far; and when he played the shanghai game, he used his big stone jar. Chorus On the old Virginia plains, low plains, On the old Virginia plains low! (Additional 3 verse portions)
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 72, pp. 190-1911. Sung by Albert Dumaresque, Lance au Clair, August 1960. If you'll listen to me, I'll sing you a song; it's about a young man and his name is Sammy; from gab and lives in the cove. (8 additional verses)
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 39-42. Mostly from Herbert Day of West Canaan, New Hampshire. It was in Cambridge County, in a smoky pub, where nawabs gather in the evenings, chatting and joking. And the smoke came out of his old clay pipe when Bill Hopkins performed his play (21 additional verses)
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From "The Dime Song Book #2" (1860), p. 46. The final stanzas seem to be atypical in the tradition. I turn sixteen tomorrow morning, and Billy Grimes, the bum as (sic.) asked my mother, and he wants to be my lover; Well, tomorrow morning, says Mama, she's coming early, to take a nice walk with me through the barley fields. You mustn't go, my dear son, it's no use talking, you can't cross Billy Grime Field; Thinking of his conceit now, the dirty, ugly driver, I wonder where his pride went at the thought of such a bum. Old Grimes is dead, you know, Mom, and Billy is so lonely. Also, they say that too, said Grimes, Billy is the one. Then I'll be heir to everything he left, and they say it's worth close to a good ten thousand dollars, and about six hundred a year. I didn't know, my daughter. Dear, your last comment very clear; but Billy is a smart boy and no doubt he loves you very much. So get ready tomorrow morning and get up early for a nice walk with him. oss the barley fields. And when we get married, dear mama, we're both going to look so good, I'm going to wear a thousand dollar shawl, it's going to make me look so sweet; this common dress is getting old, and silks will soon be in fashion, I'll dig your pockets and find myself short, I think. of a true lover; my money will never buy your shawl, nor build your highest castle, please lady, take your daughter home, I only did it to test her.
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From Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, pp. 269-270. Collected from Polly Morris of Yellow Branch, Pirkey, Virginia. Love is sweet and love is good as long as you keep it in sight. Now we're apart, heartbroken, I thought my heart would break in two. Good morning, good morning, Miss Mary, oh, why can't you do me a favor? My air of favor to a brave young James and he's across the seas. (5 additional verses)
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 145, p. 311. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio.1. I bred my brogues and spat on my mast at the end of May, sir, and as far as Dublin I went sailing, sir. I gave six-thirty to the captain to take me to Pargate; And before reaching the halfway point The wind blew at great speed. Chorus With me kille-ma-khu and rogger-a-dhu, And Billy O'Rourke the boy, lord.2. Some were on their knees, others were crying, but I kept the bread and cheese, I was always worried about eating, the captain says: "You're going to the bottom"; Says Billy, I don't give a shit; You promised to take me to the other side, and I'll make you keep your agreement.3. And when I landed on the other side and left to travel, I met a gentleman on the road who turned out to be a scoundrel. He pointed the pistol at my chest and told me to hand it over, but the pan flashed and I smashed his brains out with a sila that never failed to fire.
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 74. The source is not indicated. Oh Billy Riley, Lord Billy Riley, Oh Billy Riley O! Oh Billy Riley, Lord Billy Riley, Oh Billy Riley O! Oh, Mrs. Riley didn't like us sailors. The Billy Riley. Oh, Billy Riley had a beautiful daughter, Oh, Billy Riley. ANY!
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 110-111. From Greenleaf & Mansfield, Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland; collected in 1929 by Annie Walters. It was winter on the frozen gulf, the wide gulf of St. Lawrence, where a lighthouse stands on a rock, a sailor's friend and guide. ; Only these four lived on that rock Surrounded by the sea. (11 additional stanzas)
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, #43, p. 215Provided by Florence Crane; collected in 1916. It is reported to be sung by Miss Crane's mother, who learned of it about 1875, in Sisterville, Co. Tyrone. It rained and sleeted, and I sat and cried and wished my Annie had died that day.2 I sat alone, sad and helpless, and waited for Sunday morning. Rain, sleet, and I in the storm, Ten thousand around me were never born.3 And then her true love came up from the ground, And left them cursing her cross at the door. It rained, it hailed, I didn't wait any longer; I knew my Annie would soon restore it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 4 It fell on Black Phyllis with the roar of a wild lion; They fought and fought hour after hour. Rain, sleet, though bruised and sore, Left Phyllis dead on the moor.5 Then, swift as a bird to her true love, fled, Found the hut in ashes, the ground all red. It rained, sleet, though it rose fast, He found it too late; his Annie was dead.
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(Untitled) As found in James Orchard Halliwell, The Nursery Rhymes of England (London, 1843 ("Digitized by Google")), No. 250 p. 144 "A Scottish version of the above" referring to #249, p. 143, ("Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon shines as bright as the day"). Lazy dukes, who sit on their necks, [corners And don't want to go out to play; Leave your dinner, leave your sleep, Get out and play hide and seek. I have a cherry, I have a chess set, I have a beautiful blue glass; I have a dog in the middle of the corn. -backed, [crooked-backedOne blind in one eye. And 'a' the rest hawkit. [White-faced or piebald laddie in shell coat, [1] Help me steer the raft; The ferry is very expensive, ten pounds a year. The violinist is in the Canongate, [2] The piper is in the Abbey, Huzza! Roosters and hens, flee to your cave. [chicken[1] "Shelly coat: "A giant leprechaun, wearing a shell coat...Shelly-coat was called to the children to frighten them into obedience." (source: Charles Rogers, _Scotland Social and Domestic_ (London) , 1869), page 231.[2] Canongate is in EdinburghFile: GrD81640
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 452-453. No source indicated. The blind man was lying by the wayside, not seeing the light of day... The Lord passed by and heard him say: "O Lord, you don't help me! Oh, Lord, you don't help me!" for me!"2 A man died, was crucified, A thief was hung on either side; One raised his voice and cried, "O Lord, you will not help me! Oh Lord, won't you help me!" You won't help me! And the thief screamed before he died, "Oh Lord, you won't help me! Oh Lord, won't you help me!"
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, #154, pp. 448-449 Provided by Evelyn Mathews; collected in 1917. Allegedly sung by Ms. Mathews, who learned it from F. M. Bush. 1 Young people, pay attention and listen to what I say; I desire your souls to live with Christ in the eternal day. 2 Remember that you run into the dark and gloomy shadow of death; Your joys on earth will soon end, Your flesh will be ground to dust. 3 When I was young and in my prime, I used to have a lot of fun; Because I didn't think well in time, but I wasted time. 4 But when it was late, I thought of time, for time passed and was gone; Now I'm old and completely blind, I can't see my house. 5 Lost time is never found again, What we call enough time; Because time and tide wait for no one, It turns out to be quite small. 6 It was in the eighty-fourth year. My eyes completely blurred, because it's been twelve years or more since I've seen a hymn. 7 But now I'm getting old and gray, I can't see my way, 'Cause I can barely see a day, And it's hard for me. 8 Birds and beasts play around me, their games I cannot see; because they rejoice in their own way for freedom. 9 Earth's beauties are gone, That I can no longer see, Because soon I'll reach my long-awaited home Beyond the other shore. 10 And now, good friends, I ask you one thing: don't let time pass. ; Though it may be a difficult task, please think about it when you are young.11 And now, dear friends, goodbye, goodbye! Soon we'll meet above, With saints and angels there to dwell In joy and peace and love.
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Blooming Mary Ann
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 505-506. Sung by Joseph Bruce, Searston, July 1959. I'm a little sailor going out to sea. I'm a happy fisherman, whatever. Oh, once I've courted a pretty girl, I'll get her if I can. And I adore her so much, she is my blossoming Mary Ann. (9 additional verses)
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From Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 256-257. From the 1847 Journal Williams Histed from the ship Cortes of New Bedford. Note the curious line drop in the second and third stanzas. Blow high, blow low, let the storms part. spurn all fear The wind roaring the raging sea Waiting on the shore once more to be Safe anchored with you high as the mountains high we go The hissing winds blowing And the waves roaring below Will be my cue to think of you This will be my sign to think of you And this will be my song. And all that night, while all the crew The memory of their past lives Over the flip cans are renewed And they drink to their sweethearts and their wives I'll sigh and think of you As the ship rolls across the sea.
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of the North of England, p. 18. The wind blows from the south, south, south, The wind blows from the south, south or southwest. My boy is at the bar, at the bar, at the bar; My boy is at the bar, which I love the most. , south, south, the wind blows from the south, south or southwest.
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From Louise Pound, American Ballads and Songs, No. 56, p. 129. From a text in the manuscript book of L. C. Wimberly. A mother's gift to her country is an untold story. He had three children, just three, each of them worth their weight in gold. He abandoned them because of the war. , while his heart was filled with pain. As each one left, they were heard until the day: "He will never come back." One lies near Appomattox, many miles away, Another sleeps at Chickamauga, and both wore gray suits, 'Amidst the songs of "Down in Dixie," the third was buried, In a trench in Santiago, the blue and the Grey. She is alone tonight, as the stars shine brightly, her heart filled with despair. On the last big day, I can hear her say, “My three children will be there. "
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Jim Crack Corn From sheet music published by F. D. Benteen. The score is two pages instead of the usual four, and has no cover, just a title THE VIRGINIA MINTRELS No. 5 "JIM CRACK CORN" or Blue Tail Fly Compound for PIANO FORTE When I was young, I used to wait for Pasta and hand him the plate; Put the bottle down when it dries and remove the blue tail. CHORUS Jim cracks corn I don't care, Jim cracks corn I don't care, Jim cracks corn I don't care, Ole Dough is gone. 2.Den arter la cena massa sleep, He asked his negro to keep vigil; And when he realized he was closing his eye, he told me to watch the blue tail fly. Jim Crack Corn & C. 3. And when he rides in the afternoon, I follow him with a hickory broom; the pony is shy of the berries, when he is bitten by the blue-tailed fly. Jim Crack Corn & C. 4. One day he traveled through the farm, Of flies were so numerous that they swarmed; A chance to bite him on the thigh, Deble caught that blue-tailed (sic) fly. Jim Crack Corn & C. 5. The pony ran, jumped and threw, and the dough fell into the ditch; he died, and the jury wondered why the verdict was the blue-tailed fly. Jim Crack Corn & C. 6. They placed him under a simmon tree, the epitaph am to be seen: 'Under this stone I am forced to lie down, all be blue-tailed fly ob media. * Jim crack corn &c. 7. Ole dough is gone, now let it rest, they say all is for good; i'll never forget till the day i die, ole dough and the day of the blue tail fly. Jim Crack Corn & C. * There is no indication of where the appointment closes.
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 6, pp. 64-65. From the Bessie Crocker song, Newcastle, 1947. Oh, the ice on the Merrimashee will melt before the sun, and Captain Moar's boat will soon be passing by. the captain says it will run until the tank runs dry. I run until the tank runs dry, until the tank runs dry, and the captain says he'll run her until the tank runs dry. (3 additional verses)
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #174, pp. 629-631. As sung by Harry Siemsen. In 1841 They wore their red flannel trousers, They wore their red flannel trousers To work in the bluestone quarries. Chorus: Tithery hooray, hey hoora, Tithery hooray, hey hoora, Tithery hooray, hey hoora, To work in the bluestone quarries. We left old Ireland behind, To look for another kind of work; I didn't mind working in the bluestone quarries (8 additional verses)
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Blythesome Bridal, La
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The Blithesome Bridal By James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, pp. 58-59. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile as well as some occurrences of f/s). We're going to the wedding because there's going to be melodious music there, because Jock is going to marry Maggie, the girl with the golden hair. good herring, to enjoy a good beer. 'd leged Robie, with Katie's good man no thumb, and there will be Dobbie puffy, and Lawrie the laird of the land. d Francie and Gibbie, who wins on the hill; and there will be Alaster Sibby, who with Black Bessie was cool, with a crying Lilly and Tibby, the girl who sits at the stern on the stool. And Madge, who was buttoned up to Steenie and cost him gray underpants up to her ass, who was afterwards hanged for theft, great mercy no war happened; and there will be Geordy Janners and Kirsh glee with the white-legged Lilly, who went south for good manners and attacked the fool at Mons-meg. -mou'd halucket Meg;And there'll be a happier Nancie, And there'll be a fairy-faced Flowrie named Muck Madie, And Girsy the fat hippet, The lass with the golden woman.And there'll be Girn-again Gibby With the wife of his Glakit, Jeany Bell, and Mugo Macapie, the boy who was the captain himself. They are soaked and raw bait. And there'll be fadges and brachan, with a quarter of good skate gabbocks, Powsowdie, and drammock and crowdie, and caller nowt-feets on a plate; And there'll be partans and buckies, and whitens and new speldings, with figit sheep's heads and haggies, and scadlips for dinner till you puke. and well-shaved bellies, and brandy in piles and in caps; and there shall be kail flour and gruel, with skin for supper to the river, and roasts for grilling, from flies that were caught alive. , dufse and tangle, And a mill of good snores by prie, When tired of eating and drinking, We'll get up and dance until we die; Jock is going to marry Maggie, the girl with the golden hair.
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Bob Cranky's Size Sunday
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 88-89.Ho'way and you'll sing you a tune, why, 'Bout huz seeing my lord in the toon, why; Ah, sure aw was smart, now, Aw will put a room for you, now, Nyen they cut a script like Bob Cranky. (15 additional stanzas)
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Goodbye Bob Cranky
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 91-93. Bye my cute pet! Aw was forced to leave him for three weeks; Aw's fate for parliamentary duty was fixed. Oh, don't let that upset you! Mommy! clean them yourself, sae breet, that my love dazzled; When your heart is sad, can mine be sober? Come, at any rate, bring some beer to cheer your heart; And when you see me leave, come in, while I go, oh, pass by, nae doot; "Bob Cranky's gyen", you'll be sobbing as you say, "A-sougering to Newcassel!" (3 additional verses)
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Bob Vail was a butcher
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 67, p. 148. Collected from William Ireland, Elgin, N.B. Now old Bob Vail was a butcher And he sold all kinds of meat, He was a real sport as long as he wiped his toes And he'd rather fight than eat. (4 additional verses)
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Bohunkus (Old Father Grimes, Old Father Grimes is dead)
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Bohunkus De Sigmund Spaeth, Read 'Em and Weep, pp. 83-84 There was a farmer who had two sons, and these two sons were brothers; Bohunkus was the name of one, Josephus was the name of the other. Now, these two kids had suits, And they were made for Sunday; Bohunkus wore it every day, Josephus on Monday. Now these two young men went to the theater when they saw fit; Bohunkus sat on the porch, Josephus in the pit. Now those two boys are dead and gone, may their ashes rest for a long time! Bokunkus from cholera died, Josephus by order. Now these two boys told their story, and they told it well; Bokunkus went to heaven, Josephus went to --- -.** Spaeth points out several endings here, all designed to avoid the word you know it means.
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Old Grimes, by Sigmund Spaeth, Weep Some More, My Lady, pp. 150-151. Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, we'll never see him again. His heart was open like day, all his feelings were true; his hair was almost gray, she wore it in a ponytail. her staff was made of ivory. Thus, ever mindful of the call of piety, he knew no low designs; his eyes were dark and rather small, his nose was aquiline. He lived in peace with all mankind. pocket holes in the back, his pants were blue. But poor old Grimes now rests, nor fears the frown of misfortune; he wore a double-breasted vest, with the stripes going up and down. desert; he had no meanness on his mind, no ruffles on his shirt. He did not mistreat his neighbors, he was sociable and cheerful; I didn't use rights and lefts as shoes. But he changed them every day * Knowledge of him, hidden from the public eye, he never brought into view; He made noise on city meeting days, as many people do. he was a good old gentleman.* This may be a reference to the early mass production of shoes. Until the Civil War, shoes were made without "hand"; both halves of a pair were identical and the wearer was supposed to become them.
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Old Father Grimes By Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, #428, pp. 177-178. Collected in 1913 from W. E. Hale of Joplin, Missouri. Old Father Grimes, that fine old man, we'll never see him again, he used to wear a long black coat all buttoned up before. And this old man had two sons, And these two boys were brothers, Tobias was the name of one, Biankus was the name of the other. These children had a set of clothes All made by Mrs. Grundy, Tobias wore it all week, Biankus on Sunday. And these two boys had a horse, and this old mare was blind, Tobias rode in front, Biankus behind.
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, #170, p. 490. Collected some time before January 2nd, 1916 from a "Mrs. Boyd", probably of Monongalia County, West Virginia.1 Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, We shall never see him again; I used to wear an old gray coat, All buttoned up first, lads, All buttoned up first.2 I wish I had a pile of wood To fence my garden; To the neighbors' pigs they go in And bone all my land, boys, And bone all my land.3 Our old cat has grown so fat that she neither sings nor prays; She chased a mouse through the house And broke the Sabbath, my boys, And she broke the Sabbath.4 Someone stole my chicken, I wish they would leave her alone; On Saturday he laid two eggs, on Sunday he laid three, boys, and on Sunday he laid three.
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From Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods, chapter 10. Reported to have been sung in 1872, although this portion of the book is fiction (the Ingalls family did not live in Wisconsin at the time). Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, we'll never see him again, he wore an old gray coat, Buttoned up before. Old Grimes' wife made skimmed cheese, old Grimes drank the whey, an east wind came from the west, and carried old Grimes away.
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Bold Kidd, o Pirata
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 16-17. From Dr. Lucille Palmer, Kingston, Rhode Island. Collected in 1945. It was October (8, 12?). We leave for the sea. (Two lines here, I think) We had not been sailing a day, or two days, or three, when the mizzen clock (?) saw a strange sail. "Great God," the first mate (?) shouted, "what shall we do? That's Bold Kidd the pirate, and he (she) is going to push us into it." (Verses 1, 3 of about 5)
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Negrita McDermott Roe
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Bold M'Dermott By James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), #13, pp. 50-51. Source not indicated. Come all you young wild knights, so reckless and so bold, My troubles and my miseries I will reveal. My name is M'Dermott, a gentleman of well known birth, And because of my wicked curses I was inclined to wicked curses. I led the Defenders, became their captain, it's true. In County Roscommon they called me a fearless young man. A thousand men under my command did not have to pay rent or taxes. , and of them I was not afraid. (5 additional verses)
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Bold Corsair, Las [Leyes O32]
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The Bold PrivateerFrom a side print from the Robert Waltz Collection by Thomas M.Scroggy of Philadelphia. Unknown date, but from the 19th century. THE BOLDPRIVATEER Yeah, oh my dear Polly, you and I must part, I'll cross the seas, love, I give you my heart. My ship is waiting, farewell my darling, I'll just go aboard The daring privateer. But, O my dear Johnny, great perils have been passed through, and many sweet lives have been lost over the seas; You're better off staying home with a girl who loves you dearly than risking your sweet life. In the daring corsair. When the wars are over, God spare my life, then I'll be back soon, with my sweet, loving wife. So soon I'll be married, lovely Polly darling, and I'll say goodbye forever, Bold Privateer. Oh, my dear Polly, I don't like your friends, and besides, you have two brothers who would quickly take my life. Come change your ring with me, honey, come change your ring with me, and that'll be our cue. , when I'm at sea.
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fearless ranger, the
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Tom Redman From Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, p. 7 (additional stanza on p. 100). Collected (indirectly) from Ambrose Gibson "in the Ragged Mountains". There we saw a farmer go out to plow his corn. He said he saw Tom Redman come out from behind the barn. Chorus Come shout and shout Around the merry plain. He sings ring-ating-a-ting and tic-a-ting-ating, and raises a loud boom-boom, and so on to eidy-eidy-ah. Through the woods the boys will go, And through the woods they will go. (3 additional verses)
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brown purse
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 355. No source indicated.1 There is a red light on the runway to Bolsum Brown, to Bolsum Brown, to Bolsum Brown. There is a red sign on the road and it will be there when you come back. There's a red sign on the road to Bolsum Brown.2 Follow, Sister Mary, follow, follow, follow, There's a red sign on the road, And it'll be there when he comes back. There is a red sign on the road to Bolsum Brown.
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Bonaparte (I)
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From Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 209-211. From the 1834 diary of L. C. Richmond of Salem. Huntington reports that the handwritten copy calls the song "Bonny Party". Come all natives from far and near. Listen to my music and my story. From these few lines you will soon hear. How soon is a man deprived of glory. I will not be happy Until I own the whole world Fal de ral etc. my name will be lamented Since I became the royal emperor Says I'll rise above the moon And soar through the air through snow and thunder And soar like a hot air balloon And marvel all nations There's no man who can turn my head I I can Tear down the walls of China Not dreaming of a counter-command Embarking for Santa Elena Boni was a bold hero Was the terror of the entire domain Forged a plan and hatched a scheme That would lead thousands to ruin For peace with the British I would not do it Says your wooden walls will shake The isle of old England I'll take And immortalize my name forever To Waterloo his troops drawn He says my girls Hos I'll never surrender All nations we'll rule and take Like glorious Alexander Mas Wellington he entered the field. British boys thought they were confused. Finally, poor Boni was forced to give in and flee aboard the Baldorphan. ruin Now my dear wife wept Fairer than Eland or bright Dianah It is you I mourn for a lifetime Within my bounds on St. Helena * i.e. Bellerophon
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Bonnie Blue Flag, The
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From the score published in 1861 by A. E. Blackmar & Bro. Title page inscribed For ALBERT G. PIKE, Esq., the Poet-Avogate of Arkansas THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG UNA PATRIÓTICA CANCIÓN DEL SUR Written, arranged and sung in his "Personation Concerts" ", BY HARRY MACARTHY, EL CÓMICO DE ARKANSAS Author of "El origen de las estrellas y barra", "El voluntario" "Missouri"We are a band of brothers, Y natives of the land, Fighting for our freedom, With treasure, blood and work; * And when our rights were threatened, The cry went up near and far, Long live Bonnie's Blue Flag, which bears a single star! CHORUS Hooray! Alive! for the rights of the South Viva! Alive! To Bonnie's blue flag that bears a single star! fly the single star Bonnie Blue flag high. CHOIR. Hooray!&c.3rd V.First gallant South Carolina nobly resisted;Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;Then swiftly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida;All raised high Bonnie's blue flag wearing a single star. CHOIR. Hooray!&c.4º V. Men of valor, gather round the Flag of the Right, Texas and fair Louisiana, join us in the fight; Davis, our beloved president, and Stephens, queer statesmen, now rally around Bonnie's one-star blue flag. CHOIR. Hurray!&c.5th V.E to brave Virginia! The State of the Old Dominion with the young Confederacy finally joined its destiny; Buoyed by her example, other states are now preparing to hoist the Bonnie Blue Flag high with a single star. CHOIR. Hooray!&c.6th V.So cheer up, boys, raise a shout,For Arkansas and North Carolina are now out;And may another cheer be given to Tennessee.Bonnie's single blue flag star has grown to eleven years old. CHOIR. Hooray!&c.7º V. So here is our Confederation, we are strong and courageous, like the patriots of old, we will fight to save our heritage; and rather than submit to shame, we'd rather die, so take heart, Bonnie Blue Flag who wears a single star. CHORUS Hooray! Alive! for the rights of the South, hurray! Alive! Because Bonnie's Blue Flag got its eleventh star!
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bonnie buchairn
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From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), number XX, pp. 69-70. No source is mentioned. Will the Quhilk o'ye girls go to Buchairn? Will the Quhilk o'ye girls go to Buchairn? Will the Quhilk o'ye girls go to Buchairn? And being Bonnie Buchairn's guiding wife? I won't have the girl with the golden curls, nor will I have the girl with the beautiful knots in my chest, but I will have the girl with the grades. , to complete the toun o' bonnie Buchairn. Quhilk o'ye, &c. I'll take an old frae John Watt, And I'll take a frae Lady o' Glack, And I'll take another honest frae John Grey, For keeping his sae lang sheep on the slope. Quhilk o'ye, &c. Lassie, I'm going to Lawren'-Fair, "Boy, what are you going to do there?" . So some of you girls go to Buchairn, Some of you girls go to Buchairn, Now some of you girls go to Buchairn, And be Buchairn's beautiful wife.
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Bonnie Dundee (you)
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From Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are to the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), p. 179. To the Lords of Convention, Claverhouse said: Before the king's crown falls, there are crowns to break. So every gentleman who loves honor and me, let's follow Bonnie Dundee's hats. Come fill my cup, come fill my can, come seal my hoses and call my men; Drop the west door and set us free, because she's upstairs with the Bonnie Dundee hats. (3 additional verses)
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Bonnie Redesdale Lassie, A
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 37 and 38. Verse 1. The breath of spring is pleasant, so gentle that it sweeps away everything; Fra ilka joy, arbor and tree, but the fair girl of Redesdale is sweeter to me still. (3 additional verses)
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Bonny Earl of Murray, The [Child 181]
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From James Johnson, "The Scottish Music Museum", Volume II, #177, p.185. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). Variants on the text of Percy's Hallows (Percy/Wheatley, II.iii.17, pp. 227-228) are given at the end. It should be noted that these variants are completely unimportant. You Highlands and you Lowlands, Oh! where have you been? They killed the Earl of Murray and put him on the lawn! The Earl of Murray was killed and dumped on the lawn! Now for you, Huntley! And why did you say that? I ordered you to bring him with you, but I forbade you to kill him. he could have been a king. He was a bra'galant and played at the ba', and the handsome Earl of Murray was the flower among them. in the glove, and the handsome Earl of Murray, Oh! he was the Queen's love. Oh! Lang will have his lady look at the castle before she sees the Earl of Murray come to sound out the town. Percy variants (no differences in capitalization and punctuation): ye1.3: you killed] hae slaine1.4: has] hae1.5-6: Percy doesn't repeat these lines 2.2: therefore] quhairfore3.1: bra'] braw3.4: have] hae4.1: bra' ] braw4.2: play'd ] play; gauntlet ] gluve4.4: queen's love ] queen's luve5.2: o'er ] owre; Down ] downe5.4: Come on ] Cum; via] pull
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beautiful paisley
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 405-406. From a pamphlet apparently printed in 1795. Over hills and high mountains I often passed hedgerows and wide ditches, wandering quite freely. .(4 additional verses)
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boomdeada
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, post 149, Oct 21, 2021. By user cpg. I love mountainsI love rolling hillsI love flowersI love daffodilsI love fireplaceWhen all the lights are lowYada-boomYada-boomYada-boomYada-boomYada-boom
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Smuggler, The (Trammell Smuggler)
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The Bootlegger by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 157. Source not clearly indicated; probably from the manuscript. It is signed "Trammell" and dated November 22, 1915. Hee-haw, hee-haw, Blind Jack is my name, I play, grope, breathe, sleep, for I am selling liquor; the courts hound me, they hound me, I'm afraid that soon my business will break loose. a bum, I look like a beggar. They call this Jack the booze smuggler. (3 additional verses; verses 3 and 4 have three lines, verse 5 has five)
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Jumping Girl in Fogo, La
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, p. 354. Sung by Mrs. Wallace Kinslow, Isle aux Morts, June 1959. There's a girl skipping over the Fire I'm going to see, nobody in this regiment knows her but me. She cried when I left her, I thought. she would break his heart, and if he didn't find her again, we'd part. (1 additional verse)
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Bounty Jumper, The
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #17, pp. 88-89. From the song by George Edwards. Friends and merry citizens, I will sing you a song; I'll write a little song, it won't last long, he's a jumper, Old Donald was his name, got caught on the last jump for doing the same. Chorus: hopped in Philly, hopped in New York, hopped in Harrisburg, you heard the people talk; Jumped, yes, jumped all over the Yankee coast, was captured on his last jump in Baltimore City. (3 additional verses)
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A Bowes Tragedy, A
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 326-330. Based on a Denson transcript. May the Queen of Carthage no longer be the theme of our sad song; Nor those old stories that, until now, so amused the crowd; From the sad story I am going to tell, all the other tragedies stand out. .Remote in Yorkshire, near Bowes, recently lived Roger Wrightson; he was courting Martha Railton, whose reputation for virtue was outstanding; however, Forger's friends disagreed that he should marry her. (21 additional verses)
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Toddler dies after falling from tree in Hartford
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 167-169. By Edward Horton, Plymouth Union, Vermont. Collected before 1940. Come all you young people far and near, A true relationship you'll hear Of a young man as before you saw him Was killed in Hartford by a tree. His name was Isaac Alcutt, who lately came to Hartford, residing with his brother James, at noon last Thursday, it seems, (stanzas 1, 2 of 17, printed as 16)
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Boyne Water (II), O
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Boyne's Water By Charles Gavan Duffy, editor, The Ballad Poetry of Ireland (1845), pp. 248-249, "The Boyne Water" On the first of July, on a clear morning, one thousand six hundred and ninety, King William readied his men, of thousands he had thirty; To fight King James and all his enemies they encamped near Boyne Water, fearing little, though two to one, that their multitudes would be scattered. King William called his officers and said, "Gentlemen, take heed of your station, and let your valor here be displayed before this Irish nation; my brazen walls let no one break through, and your subtle enemies shall disperse them, be sure to show them a good game of English as you wade through the water. . . . . . . . on the call of the Enniskilleners: "What will you do for me, brave lads, see the men retreating, Our enemies are on their feet, and the English drums are playing; a commander For God will be our king this day, and I will be general below.* ... Prince Eugene's regiment was next, on our right he advanced, towards a field of wheat standing where the horses Irish were prancing. They scattered, they thought not to leave their bones that day in Boyne Water. Both men and horses lay on the ground and many were bleeding, I didn't see any scythes there that day, but there was certainly a sharp cut..... Now, praise God, all you true Protestants, and the Creator of heaven and earth. Earth. earth, for the deliverance that envelops He departed to scatter our enemies. The enemies of the church will languish like Nabal with a rough heart, For our deliverer has come today like the great Zerubbabel. Praise God, all you true Protestants, and I will say no more, if the Papists had won, there would have been open murder. in their power to stop whatever rabble they have designed. (Verses 1, 2, 4, 5, 11, 15, 14 (frag), 19, 20 of 20, based on OrangeLark 9)* OrangeLark 9 verse 5: "What will you do for me, brave lads! Here are our men stand retire "Our enemies are excited, our English drums are beating. I'll go ahead and lead you guys, use your nimble hands; With God's help, we will defeat them all and make their hearts tremble."
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Boys and girls go out to play
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An English Round By Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, p. 187. Collected August 1930 from Nellie S. Richmond of Springfield, Vermont. Girls and boys go out to play. We must take a vacation. Shine.Heigh-o, high-oWhen the sun shines.
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ohio boys
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From Forget-Me-Not Songster, Nafis & Cornish (undated), pp. 22-23. Forward, children of liberty, whom strangers must fear; Return to your quarters, And among volunteers; Where they will be advanced Above all worldly storehouses. While under arms, In the midst of a loyal corps. We are the Ohio boys. If our officers command us, we will gladly obey; If the Brits and Indians can stand us, we'll show them the Yankees game; we will drive them out of their trenches with our daring musketeers, and we. I will boldly let them know that we are brave volunteers. We are the Ohio Boys (2 additional verses)
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Braddock defeat
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By John A. Lomax and Alan Lomax, American Ballads and Folk Songs, pp.526-527. No information about its origin is provided. It was the false treachery of our cruel general that caused our destruction on that great day. Oh, he is a traitor, it shows his conduct; He was seen at the French fort six hours ago. And to be branded by the French, I'm sure, around his hat, a white scarf he wore, and one of our brave soldiers was near a tree, and there he killed many until he saw. like an Indian, to stand by the side of a tree?" And with his broadsword, he cut him down instantly. His brother stood beside him and saw him being slain, His passion rose in him, he could not contain himself. "Although you be a general, brave Braddock," he said, "avenged for my brother's death, I will be." "No, I will take his life, if he ruins us all." his musket and there he shot him. Then Braddock replied: "I received a wound. here is (sic.) this place, my life must yield, please get your general, lads, off the field." * * * Then General Gatefore took command and fought like a hero for old England. .He fled through the ranks, like a cat at his game, but alas, he was soon killed. So General Gates took command and fought like a hero for old England. He wished the river had never been crossed and so many Englishmen shamefully lost. We had to cross, it was at the end, And to cross the river, they killed them so quickly.The men fell into the river until they stopped.the deluge and the currents of that river were red with blood.
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Braes o' Ballochmyle, El
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 276, p. 285. The source is not indicated. The forest in Catrine looked yellow, the flowers rotted in Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on the green hill, but nature sickened in e'e. time blooms and wild forest echoes sound; Farewell to the Braes o' Ballochmyle. (1 additional verse)
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Braes o' Killiecrankie (battle song), The
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From Michael Brander, Scottish and Border Battles and Ballads, 1975 (page references are from the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), pp. 183-1 Lyric Gems of Scotland Melodies; text can be Where have you been? Where have you been? Where have you been? seen what I saw, I' the braes o' Killiecrankie, O. (3 additional stanzas);
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brake on the train
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, #99, pp. 250-251. "Sung by Ned Odell, Pinware, July 1960." My name is Michael Shaunessy; I'll tell you a story; I live in section three; I'm of Irish decent. One day the conductor said to me, "O'Shaunessy, wouldn't you like to be, O'Shaunessy, wouldn't you like to be a train brakeman?" (4 additional verses)
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Bramble Briar, The (The Merchant's Daughter; in Bruton Town) [Laws M32]
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The Two Cruel Brothers From the Gant Family Song, Library of Congress Archive of American Folksong #648B. Collected by John and Alan Lomax, Austin, TX, 1936. Transcribed by Lyle Lofgren. One night a couple sat in court. to his grave." His brothers rose early the next morning, A game of hunting to go; And this man both insisted That together with them he should go. They walked over the hills and mountains And to many places where they were unknown, until they came to a lonely valley, and there they left him dead alone The sister rose early the next morning, dressed to go, her brothers asked her where she was going, not saying a word she would say to them She wandered over the hills And the mountains and many places where she was unknown Until she came to the lonely valley And there she found him dead alone His pink and red cheeks were all faded His lips were salty like any brine She kissed him again and again , crying , Says: "my dear friend of mine." of you will be hanged.", your bloody lies deep inside.* Pronounced "vill-yuns".
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Marked Lambs [O9 Laws]
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The Long and Wishing Eye, by Peter Kennedy, Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, #134, pp. 310-311. By George Spicer, Copthorne, Sussex, 1956.1 Whilst walking one summer morning, Johnny soon got tired and sat down under a hawthorn tree. There he saw a fair maiden passing by, and young Johnny followed her. then with his long and eager eye With his long and eager eye, brave boys With his long and eager eye And young Juanito followed him With his long and eager eye. of her flock, straying from their mothers Oh, did you see the lamb, as she passed, did she get lost in that meadow where the grass grows tall? Where the grass grows tall, brave boys Where the grass grows tall She got lost in that meadow Where the grass grows tall if so carelessly - they lie and smiling with a blush And young Johnny followed him, and hid all in a bush And hid all in a bush, brave boys (etc.) 4 She searched the meadow, no lamb? Many times she came across that young man in her mind. Then, turning around, she shouted: What is the meaning of your plan? Unaware that young Johnny was near He was near, brave lads (etc.)5 Young Johnny's amorous passions began to boil over He took her in his arms, intending to show them They sat down in the tall grass and there they frolicked and played The lambs were forgotten, they jumped and jumped Jumped and jumped, brave boys (etc.) 'er the plain And now this couple are married, they are bound in wedding rings And no more will they roam in search of young lambs In search of young lambs, brave boys (etc.)
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Young Johnny De Bob Copper, Songs & Summer Breezes, pp. 252-253. Young Johnny went out on a sunny morning, sat by a hawthorn tree and hadn't been there long when his true love walked past him. And young Johnny followed with a long, wistful look. I have two little lambs stolen from the pen, and these two little lambs passed through here. They said to me: Oh shepherd, gentle shepherd, tell me, I beg you, did you see two little lambs pass this way? Oh yes, replied the shepherd, I saw them pass, they are in that valley and it is very close, she herself came back with a bow and thanked him blushingly, and young Johnny followed him and they lodged in a bush, they they lodged in a bush.
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Branded Lambs of Creighton/Senior, pp. 133-134 As Johnny rode on a fine summer morning. He was very tired and threw himself under a thorn. He hadn't been there long when a maid passed by. "Good morning, lovely Johnny, did you see a flock of branded lambs and those two little ones that strayed from their mothers? Please, good shepherd, come and tell me, I pray these two sweet young ones never stray." When I passed through the green forest, Down in the meadow are her lambs, "She thanked her very politely and came back blushing. And Johnny followed her, hiding in a bush. He searched the green forest but he couldn't find any lambs At last she began to curse young Johnny in her mind, saying, "I have been betrayed here like a poor foolish maiden," unaware of Johnny's plan to deceive her. He took her in his arms and kissed her, saying, "My dearest jewel, what is the meaning of all yours?" She thanked you very politely for all the joys to renew And the lambs that play all in the morning dew. in that land. We will gather our flocks and feed them in a plain and comb the green forest again and again new."
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Courageous Volunteers, The
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 358-359. Sung by Mary Ann Galpin, Codroy, September 1961. As I was wandering around on a beautiful summer afternoon, I came to a green meadow where I happened to get lost, there I heard a poor woman crying sadly and I went over to hear what she was doing. . . to say, "My Henry and I had only been married twelve months when war broke out and four volunteers signed on. My Henry enlisted to fight for his country, and with hard-hearted strangers I was left behind here." (Verses 1, 3 of 8)
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Bravo Lobo [Leis A1]
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 120-122. "Copied from the pages written on the back of an old receipt book belonging to Mrs. Charles L. Olney, Springfield, Vermont." It is known to have existed in 1939. Cheer up your hearts, boys, that nothing frightens you, that your courage does not falter until after the test, nor that your fantasy stirs at the first denial. I went to see my love just to court her, I went to conquer her, not to undo her, every time I said a word, my tongue trembled, I couldn't say what I thought, while I was with her. Baby, here's a diamond ring, for a long time I kept it, it's only because of you that I kept it, when you, the bouquet, read, think of the giver, lady, remember me, or I'm lost for ever . Brave Wolfe then took leave of his dear jewel Surely she wept, saying be not cruel; He said, 'It is for a while that I must leave you, but love, wherever I go, I will not forget you. So this brave boy crossed the ocean, to free America from its invasion, he landed in Quebec with all his party, the city to attack, both brave and brave. ,There, just before t In the city, the French faced them, in double numbers, determined to defeat them. When they formed a line, prepared for death, as their armies faced each other, Wolfe and Montcalm spoke so pleasantly brave, so martially did they walk between their armies. Each man then took up his post as he withdrew, Then these numerous hosts began to fire, The guns on every side roared like thunder, And the youth in all their pride were dashed to pieces. The drums beat, the colors flew Brave Wolfe started to wake up as he was dying, he raised his head when the guns rang and said to his army, how's the battle going? His aide-de-camp replied, "She is on our side, Quebec with all her pride, we shall soon have her, she will fall into our hands with all her treasure; "Oh, then," replies the brave Wolfe, "I die with pleasure."
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The Battle of Montcalm and Wolfe by Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #21, pp, 87-89. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of New York. Apparently compiled from three recording sessions, 1940, 1941 and 1946. Bad news has come to town, bad news is being passed around. Some say my love died, some say she's married. until I cry They stole my love while I was sleeping. My love, here is a gold ring for you, I have kept it for many years. Ma'am, it's for your own good, do you agree? the donor. Lady, remember me, for I am lost forever. So departed this brave young man, and he sailed all over the ocean, Liberating America and that was his intention. He landed in Quebec with his entire group, The city to attack, be brave and resilient. He gathered his armies in such thin lines On the plains of Abraham behind the city, At a distance from the city where the French would find him, Double in number, that they resolved to defeat him. Montcalm and this brave young man walked together, between two armies that spoke like brothers, until each took his place and withdrew. It was then that these numerous hosts started their fire. Little did he know that death was so close to him. [one line missing] When he was thrown from his horse, this was our hero. We will greatly mourn his loss with tears of sadness. He lifted his head where the cannons rattled and said to his adjutant, "How's the battle going?" His aide-de-camp replied, "It's ending in our favour". 4 :) He looked up where the cannon rattled, and to his helper he said, "How's the battle going?" His aide-de-camp replied, "It's ending in our favour." Quebec is in our hands, nothing can save it." "Then," says this brave youth, "I gladly leave this land."
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Brigantino Siroco
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Brigantine Sinorca By Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, #106, pp. 228-229. "Sung by Mr. Richard Hartlan, South-East Passage." a fragment; this is probably the last verse or so. Oh, now we're out of Shelburne And there we run aground, The caulkers surround him And soon his escape is found. we fixed up our yards and took it to the sea. Chorus So it's watching her, turning her on, Seeing how she is, her stuns and her sails set The wind started to blow. .
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shiny fine gold
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From Neil Colquhoun, _Song of a Young Country: New Zealand Folksongs_, Reed, 1972, p. 29 [compare p. 49 in the 2010 edition] Spend on the winder Or die on the old. A pillory, Tuapeka, fine shining gold. CHORUS: Fine shining gold, Fine shining gold, A pillory, Tuapeka, Fine shining gold. Some are children of fortune And my man came to see, But the river's riches Are not for those like him. (1 additional verse)
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British Grenadiers, The
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 110-112. The immediate source is not mentioned. Some speak of Alexander and others of Hercules; of Hector and Lysander, and of men as great as these. - line, brave British grenadiers. Those ancients of old never saw a cannonball, nor knew the power of gunpowder, to kill their enemies with everything; -line-line, line-line-line, brave British grenadiers. When we receive the orders, To attack the pallisados, Our leaders march with fuzes And we with hand grenades. We threw them from the valley, Between the ears of our enemies, - - With a rem-rem-remem, rem-rem-remem, Brave British grenadiers. Then Jupiter, the god of thunder, And Mars, the god of war, Rough Neptune with his trident, Apollo in his chariot; But whether you're a Whig or a Tory or anything else, I want you to remember, to obey great George, our king, for if you rebel, we'll thunder in your ears - with a rem-rem-remem. , row-row-row , brave British grenadiers. And when the siege is over, we to the city take notice, the citizens shout: "Huzza, boys! Here come the grenadiers." Here come the grenadiers, boys, fearless and fearless, with a row-row-row, row-row-row, brave British grenadiers. fill us a bumper and drink to those who wear caps and bags and wear tied clothes, may they and their commanders live many happy years - with a line-line-line, line-line-line, brave British grenadiers .
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By Will H. Fox By Douglas Gilbert, Lost Chords, pp. 270-271. Church bells were ringing, The choir was singing sweetly, In a faraway New England town, just two years ago. The flowers that bloomed, The birds in tune in the treetops, Two hearts joined together: Fair Lillian and Joe. The husband she worked hard with every day, and happy was her lot. He loved his wife and baby, he never forgot his vows. , finding him far away, through flatteries and promises, Joe's wife was led astray. Chorus: There's his picture on the table, There's a baby in the cradle, There's a husband crying bitterly alone. What was paradise is now a broken home. His eyes are dimmed with weeping, Yet he faithfully watches His precious little treasure For whom his heart groans. Forgetting all the dishonor That she brought upon her; if she had come home. Oh, why do people falter and lose all self-respect because of vows? Done at the altar And ruin their lives? Those questions that Joe asked With his heart as heavy as lead - When the baby's smile keeps him From being counted among the dead.
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Broom o the Cowdenknowes (II - lírica), The
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The Broom of Cowdenknows By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume I, No. 69, p. 70. The source is not indicated. How happy I was every morning to see my fiance walk up the hill! The fire jumped and flew towards me, I found it willingly. Oh, the broom, the beautiful, beautiful broom, the Cowdenknows' broom! I wish I were with my dear gallant, with his pipe and my sheep. I lacked neither sheep nor lambs, while his flock lay near me; day. (6 additional verses)
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green brother
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By Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, pp. 253-254. Collected in 1935 from O. F. Kirk of Oakland City, Indiana. Oh, Brother Green, come to me, I've been shot and I'm bleeding; and should I die, I shall see my wife and dear children no more. An enemy from the South has laid me low, On this cold ground to suffer; Dear brother, stay and keep me, And write a letter to my wife. (10 additional verses)
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Bryant O ranks
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As found in Robert Hoskins, Goldfield Balladeer: The Life and Times of the celebrated Charles R. Thatcher, William Collins, 1977, pp. 177-178 (with incorrect melody attribution). together we walk the race; We slept under a tree, Our clothes were as wet as we could get, And there we stayed Till the next day On the road to Bryant's Ranges O. (3 additional verses) This is not to be confused with another Thatcher composition, "Bryant's Ranges", to the tune Bow Wow Wow/Guy Fawkes, which (as found in Hugh Anderson, Goldrush Songster, Rams Skull Press, n.d., pp. 50-51), begins Oh, what a curious world this is, so varied in its alterations; Now I'm alluding to the fever, out in Bryant's Ranges, the diggers are rushing there, as fast as they can; Tol role of ri-dy-i-dy, Bow Wow Wow. (6 additional verses)
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Buddy, won't you roll in line?
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As recorded by Uncle Dave Macon, Brunswick 292, July 25, 1928. Transcribed by Robert B. WaltzWay in Tennessee, they hired convicts, made them work in the mines against free labor. It took a while, but while the lease was up, they made them grow and shine. Chorus Oh, buddy, won't you roll in the line, buddy, won't you roll in the line, Here comes my love, down the line. Dude, won't you roll in line? Dude, won't you roll in line? Here comes my love, down the line. Every Monday morning they take them out right away, they take them to Lone. Rock to have them look at that mine. March to Lone Rock to look in that hole. The captain's last word was, "You better find your pole." The beans are half cooked, the bread is not that good. The meat is burnt and the coffee black as hell. But when you're done with your homework, you'll be happy to call because the All You Can Eat tastes well-done or raw. The head of the bank is a tough man, a man you all know well, and if you don't do your homework, he'll give you hallelujah. you will have your pole
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From Sigmund Spaeth, Weep Some More, My Lady, p. 108. No source is indicated, but implies a black or minstrel origin. As I wandered down the street, down the street, down the street, a beautiful girl I happened to meet, as bright as the morning dew. out tonight? Can't you go out tonight? Can't they go out tonight? Buffalo girls, can't you go out tonight and dance in the moonlight? Chorus: Buffalo girls, can't you go out tonight? Can't you go out tonight? Can't they go out tonight? Buffalo girls, can't you go out tonight and dance in the moonlight? seen?" Buffalo Girls, etc. "And would you like to go dancing? Quadrille or Polka, newly arrived from France. They all look like me." Buffalo girls, etc. "Oh! I will oil you all my life and you will be my happy wife, marry me". Buffalo girls, etc.
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, No. 535, p. 333. This is the "B" text (the most complete in Randolph's collection, although it had no melody), collected in 1931 from John F. Danks of Little Rock, Arkansas. As I was walking down the street, down the street, a rather beautiful maiden I happened to meet under the silver moon. the light of the moon I ask if she stopped and talked, stopped and talked, stopped and talked, her feet walked the whole sidewalk, but she was pretty to look at. in broad daylight, in broad daylight, to dance all night until daylight, the next morning I go to the girls' house.* I ask her would she be my wife, would she be my wife, would she be my wife , so I would be happy all my life if she married me.* This line, apparently from "The Boatman Dance", also appears in Randolph's "A" text.
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By Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods, Chapter 8. It is said to have been sung in 1871/1872, although this portion of the book is fiction (the Ingalls family did not live in Wisconsin at the time). Oh Buffalo girls, aren't you going out tonight? Won't you go out tonight? Won't you go out tonight? Oh, Buffalo girls, won't you dance in the moonlight tonight?
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Bulldog no banco, O
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 76.1. (first tenor:) Alas! the bulldog on the beach, (bass first:) And the bullfrog in the pool, (tenor first:) Oh! the bulldog on the beach, (second bass:) And the frog in the pool, Chorus: Oh! the bulldog on the beach, and the bullfrog in the pool, the bulldog called bullfrog, an old green fool. Singing tra la la la la la la, singing tra la la la la la la, singing tra la la la la la, singing tra la la la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la la la . (6 additional verses).
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Burgos
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From George Pullen Jackson, White Spirituals in the Southern Uplands, p. 240. I'm glad I was born to die, And we'll all scream together that morning, From pain and sorrow my soul will fly, And we'll all scream together that morning, That morning, that tomorrow, and we'll all scream together that morning.
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Burial of Sir John Moore, The
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From Martin Gardner, Famous Poems from Bygone Days, pp. 167-168. Not a drum was heard, not a dirge, As his body walked to the walls, we hurried on; no soldier fired his farewell shot at the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him in the dark, in the dead of night, The lawns with our bayonets turning, In the hazy light of the moonbeam And the dimly burning lantern. (6 additional verses)
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Burial of Wild Bill, The
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From Olive Woolley Burt, American Murder Ballads and Their Stories, p. 194. Font not included; probably from shock. Under the grass of the prairie land We laid him to rest, With many tears for the hard sad crowd, And the friends he loved best. many eyes filled with tears as we covered it with grass.
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Burns log camp
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[Bruce's Log Camp] By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #7, pp. 66-67. From Wilbert Munn's recitation of Hayesville. I walked through alders and rocks and bushes until I came to what they call Bruce's log camp. telling lies. A three-legged stool and a matching table, And a door in the corner with no latch, No lid on the stove and no oil on the lamps; That's the description of Bruce's log camp. (1 additional verse)
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But I forgot to cry
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(Untitled) From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), number XXV, p. 79. No sources listed. But I forgot to cry. He walked through the fields with me, The fields with me, the fields with me, He walked through the fields with me, And into the rye. he caressed me, caressed me, caressed me, so how he caressed me, but I forgot to cry. "
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city of byron
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 8, pp. 68-69. From the John Holland song, Glenwood, 1962. Ah, in Byrontown I have a name, the place I belong, because to say what I think about women, I wrote a song. Say it's true, I'll cheat on all gay women, and five of them with their fair share. (5 additional verses)
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C'est L'Aviron (Pull the Oars)
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 58-59. Unlisted source; well known.Back from pretty Rochelle,Back from pretty Rochelle,I met three pretty ladies.Chorus: It's the oar that guides us, that guides us, C is the oar that takes us to the top. additional stanzas)
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Calais disaster, The
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 215-217. From a copy provided by Ella Doten, who was likely related to the victims. Now, all you good people of all grades, come listen to me carefully for just a moment. I will tell you a painful story of a fatal disaster that occurred recently. .Oh, Calais trembled at this dreadful stroke And considered that the voice of Jehovah had spoken. To teach us that we are mortal, exposed to death And subject every moment to give our breath. (8 additional verses)
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Campamento Grey Horse, Delaware
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De Camp On De "Cheval Gris" The Presumed Original, by William Henry Drummond, M.D., The Habitant and other French Canadian Poems, Putnam, 1897, pp. 112-117. Are you a member of the old log camp, Johnnie, at Cheval Gris where we worked so hard all winter long ago, you and I? There were fourteen men in the gang, lair, all from our own parish, and only the wan dem fler is ourselves. - Pierre Laframboise. But Pierre can't see it in the eye, Johnnie, I don't think it's good! !I don't think there's any point in waiting, because no one can come with me, so I can only visit that camp in Cheval Gris. (15 additional verses)
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), pp. 84-85. From Captain Patrick Taylor's Corner, New York, NY.IntroductionOh, every time I left, the story I'd like to tell, About a little bark of Andy the Ringer. Chorus Oh' it's between the cook and the pump, Well get rid of me fool In this 'andy bark, the Ringer! If I ever go to sea, well, I'm not supposed to go on that practical little boat, the Campanero!1. Oh, the boss, he's a bulldozer, and you've never heard words come out of a man's mouth so often. The guy he wants to fight, and all night the guys around the hatch surround him. (2 additional verses)
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The Campbells (sic.) Are Coming By James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume III, #299, p.309. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). The Campbells are coming Oho, Oho! The Campbells are coming Oho, Oho! The Campbells come to Bonie Lochleven, The Campbells come to Bonie Lochleven, Oho, Oho! In the Lomons, I lie, I lie, In the Lomons, I lie, I lie, I looked down on the Lochleven bonie And saw three bonie perches play. Great Argyle he goes Before, he roars his cannons and guns, we play trumpet, flute and drum. The Campbells are coming. Oh oh! The Campbells are up in arms. ,The Campbells are coming Oho, Oho! Note: The Scottish Music Museum prints the chorus as the first verse and then again as the chorus, but the melody is the same; that's just a quirk of the press.
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Camptown Racing
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Gwine to Run All NightFrom the score published in 1850 by F. D. BenteenThe title of the song is given on the inside page only: "GWINE TO RUN ALL NIGHT". o FROM CAMPTOWN RACEST Title page inscribed Foster's Plantation Melodies SINGING BY CHRISTY MINTRELS No. 1. OH LEMUEL No. 2. DOLLY DAY " 3. GWINE TO RUN ALL NIGHT 4. ANGELINA BAKER Written, Composed and Arranged BY STEPHEN C. FOSTER From Camptown The ladies sing this song, CHORUS Doo-dah! Doo-dah! The five mile race track from De Camptown CHORUS Oh, doo-dah day! Come home with a pocket full of cans CHORUS Oh, what a day! CHORUS She came running all night! She came running all day! The filly with the long tail and the big black horse Doo-dah! doo-dah! They fly down the track and the two cross Oh, what a day! Don't touch bottom with ten foot pole! Oh mu-dah day! CHO: Gwine to run all night! Oh! oo-dah !Running a race with a shooting star Oh! Doo-dah day! CHO: Gwine to run all night! & C. 4 See them flying in sixteen mile heat Doo-dah! h day! I get my money on the bob -tail nag Doo-dah! doo-dah! I keep my money in an old tow bag Oh! Day doo-dah! CHO: Gwine to run all night! &c.
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Canadian Ship's Song, The
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 60-61. No sources listed; probably from a printed and non-traditional source. Faintly like the pealing of the night chime, Our voices keep in tune and our oars keep the beat, Our voices keep in tune and our oars keep the beat, As soon as the shore woods grow dark, We'll sing in St. farewell hymn. Chorus (1): Paddling, brothers, paddling, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and daylight is past, The rapids are near and daylight is past. (2 additional verses)
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Canny Miller and his wife, the
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 389-392. The source is not clearly indicated. In Canonmills lived a miller, who lately came for a bag of money, how it happened I'll show you, but I don't want the same. Oh, the crafty miller. O brave miller, O. One day the miller left home, That day he left his wife alone, That night he went to tend his mill, And it wasn't long before his wife fell ill (23 additional stanzas)
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Newcastle astuto
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 43-45. 'Bout Lunnon aw'd heard wonderful second radios, That the streets were covered with guineas; They in the north were nothing but fools. But aw fund my-sel blonk'd when to Lunnun aw gat. bat, For your streets are like the worst - brave and explosive. 'About Lunnon, then, you didn't make a stampede? Now there are more winks to dazzle! Despite all the good things you're talking about, we can spoil ourselves with the crafty Newcassel. (8 additional verses)
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captain paul
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 241-242. By Charles L. Cook of Kennebunk, Maine. Compiled in 1941. It was in the month of September. In the month of September, we learned that Brig Mariner went over the bar. From Kennebunk, he's gone. To the West Indies she was sent. (Another 21 lines, mostly arranged in 4-line stanzas, but stanza split seems flawed.)
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Captain Bill Ryan left Terry behind
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 32. From the first edition (1927) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. Terry is a good young man but has a lot of "chew". The Mary Joyce is trapped in the ice, as is the osprey. Captain Bill Rya left Terry behind to paddle his own canoe. (3 additional verses)
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Captain Conrod
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 108, pp. 232-234. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." listen to me.Three weeks in the hollows I was drunk on the beach,Like a young prankster I wasted my stash. Chorus And sing the autumn diddle diddle, I made the day. (12 additional verses)
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captain death
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 31-32. The immediate source is not clearly indicated. The muse with the hero's valiant deeds being dismissed, -- By similar views her breasts were inspired; --For freedom they fought and for glory they fought. The muse over the hero still cries like a friend; So oh! May the muse read this poor tribute to a true British hero, the brave Captain Death. His ship was the Terrible, terrible to behold, Every man was as brave as he; to sea never went: Every man has decided to spend his last breath In the fight for Britain and brave Captain Death. (4 additional verses)
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captain each
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From Douglas R. Burgess, Jr., _The Politics of Piracy: Crime and Civil Disobedience in Colonial America_, ForeEdge, 2014, p. 81. From a piece by Joel Baer in Folk Music Journal 7, no. 1 (1995), p. 13. Come all you brave lads, whose courage is bold, Will you venture with me? I will satisfy them with gold. Make haste to Coruña: you will find a ship called the Fancy that will please you. Captain Every is in it and calls it his own; He did. French, Spanish, and Portuguese, equally heathen, waged war against them to the death.
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Capitão Glen/The New York Trader (The Guilty Sea Captain A/B) [Leyes K22]
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Captain Glen's Unhappy Voyage to New Barbary Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 47-50. Compiled from two printings, one from 1794 and the other c. 1815. There was a ship, and a ship of fame, Cast in the trunk, tied to the main, With a hundred and fifty brave young men, Well chosen and chosen each one. William Glen was our captain's name; , A sailor as bold as ever made on sea, And he was going to New Barbary. ship's crew. One night the captain dreamed, a voice came that said to him: "Get ready, you and your crew, tomorrow night you will stay with me." This awoke the startled captain, it being the third watch of the night, so he called his bosun and told him all his secrets. fear." There is one more thing I have to rehearse, which I must mention in this verse: a squire I killed in Staffordshire, all for a dear lady." Now, it's a ghost, I'm afraid, that has me so terrified; Though the king has forgiven me, he is in my company every day." Keep your secret in your bosom and pray God to give you rest. jumped at daybreak, causing all our rigging to give way; it scared the hell out of me our sailors. The terrors of that fatal night!--He cried, "Have pity on my soul!" Then he fell to the bottom. The sea washed both bows and stern, Until scarcely a sail was left aboard; Our spars broke , and our rigging tore: He as never seen before. The bosun then declared the captain a murderer, which enraged the whole ship's crew: our captain we threw him overboard. Our treacherous captain sailed away, immediately there was a lull ;the winds ceased, and the sea was rough, when we were going to New Berry Now, when we reached the Spanish coast, our good ship for repairs, the people were astonished to see our sad case and misery. the beautiful england, our c bear changed; and when we reached the city of London, our sad case was made public. , This news from New Barbary. One hundred and fifty energetic youths, To our good ship they belonged; Of all the company on our ship, our number was but seventy-three. Notice; Because you love your life, be careful never to sail with a murderer. Never again do I intend to cross the rough sea; but I will live in peace in my own country, --And so my tragedy ends.
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Captain James (The Captain's Apprentice)
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #88, p. 185. Compiled from William Ireland, Elgin, N.B. Come all you brave ones and commanders-in-chief, On the cruise of the foaming waves, For my sad fate, pray, take a warning, All you poor sailors, don't abuse. Richard Perry was my valet, tall and handsome he was, his mother made him a bonded apprentice with me to cross the rough sea. (2 additional verses)
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Captain Jim Rees and Katie
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From Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, p. 12. It is said to have been compiled "from the song of an old colored watchman and two younger Negroes employed on the dock." ', He says, 'Work for the rivuh, and darling, don't go.' Captain, you will be so good and kind, Take all the cotton and leave the seed behind. Heep seed [1] and some know, Heap starts and some leave. I won't tell anyone what they did to me. Wheeler explains it as "sees" [2] Wheeler explains it as the stage plank.
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Captain Old Blue
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From correspondence sent by David Wahl. It is not entirely clear who the original informant was. "Not long ago I learned, according to the laws of our land, that our law-abiding citizens took the hand, for a notorious outlaw and horse dealer too, he is known on the trails as our captain, Old Blue Now Blue, he's an outlaw, and the sheriff he represents With a pair of pistols cocked tight in each hand Go for a walk Tommy, I tell you the truth, take a walk for your health and trouble Old Blue There it is Homar, the ranger, he sails the trails, the equipment is fancy, he uses horsehide for sailing, he likes the wild and a bold buckaroo, for life or death he will stick with Old Blue (verses 1, 3, 5 out of 9)
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shepherd captain
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 83, pp. 214-215. "Sung by Henry Belber, Lance au Loup, August 1960." The daring children of Newfoundland with me will stand in solidarity with Captain Shepherd Shepherd and his two brave heroes. trip to the small island of St. Pierre (8 additional verses)
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Captain Ward and the Rainbow [Child 287]
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 7-10. Based on a pamphlet "printed and sold by J. Pitts, 14 Great St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials, about 1821. It has been collected with two other copies" with its variant readings reproduced in Logan's margin. drum music beat, for we have a rover, over the sea has arrived. His name is Captain Ward, well now it looks like not a single rover has been discovered in these thousand years. Because he sent the king, on the 6th of January, wishing he could enter with all his company. And if the king lets me in until I've told my story, I'll give thirty tons of gold for my ransom. Oh no,” said the king then, “Oh no, that must not be, In yielding to such a vagabond I myself will not agree.” He deceived the Frenchman, As well as the King of Spain;, Who has been false to two?" With this our king provided A ship of worthy fame; The rainbow is called, if you knew its name. And now brave bow -iris Ella r Olls, over the sea, Five hundred brave sailors to keep her company. The Dutchman and the Spaniard made them flee, also the fair Frenchwoman and she found them at sea. ;"Where is the captain of that ship?" -iris she cried. "Oh, I am," said Captain Ward, "Nobody tells me to lie, and if you are the king's fair ship, welcome to me." In great pain, may you lie down At sea, and play the part of a crooked thief. You will not let our merchant ships pass as before; She hurled, for pride, Fifty gallant pieces of brass full, Carried on all sides. Said Captain Ward, "Your sport pleases me much, and the first to yield will surrender to the sea." Death saddens me deeply. "Go tell the King of England, tell him this for me, if and le reign as king over all the earth, I will reign as king over the sea.” With that, the brave Rainbow fired and fired and fired to no avail, then left the rover's company and headed home. "Mine! Royal King of England, your ship has returned again; for Captain Ward it is so strong that it will never be carried away. seas, and it has brought me proud Ward." The first was Lord de Clifford, High Earl of Cumberland, the second was Lord Mountjoy, as you may understand, "they went to sea and brought me the proud Ward".
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Captain William Jackman, a Newfoundland hero
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A Newfoundland Hero Printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 29-31. By James Murphy, Songs of Our Land: Old Home Week Souvenir. The fierce wind howled between the cliffs of the rugged Labrador, the wild waves crashed with a rumbling sound against the rocky shore; the snow that darkened at noon. the sun fell on the sultry form of one who, blessed with the strength of manhood, braved the raging storm. About a hundred fathoms offshore, on a rocky reef, a boat had struck, masts and keel shuddering with the impact. the one on which she lay had pierced from keel to deck, and pale with fear the trembling crew clung to the wreckage. JACKMAN looked for a moment at this scene of dire distress, then threw his boots and coat hastily into the packed snow (Verses 1, 6, 7 of 21).
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Captains and Ships
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 76-77. From Peacock, Songs of Newfoundland Outports; collected in 1951 by Jim Rice. To Harvey I'll start and to Bowring I'll go, I'll name all ships and captains too, Where the King in the North rages and the gale blows hard In search of the white shore one day they'll sail. In the ad, Captain Doyle; in Bela, Joby Knee; in Bon, Captain Parsons, burly man that he is. And the merry Kean in the spring will command the steamer from the port of Harvey, old Newfoundland. (7 additional verses)
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carcasho
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, no. 69, pp. 182-183. "Sung by Martin Hocko, Pinware, August 1960." In the year nineteen hundred and sixteen in the middle of winter, What happened here I think it's only fair that it frosts, Concerning a bold old man whose age was seventy-three, Who left his house one winter's night his traps for Go to see. (3 additional verses)
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Take me back to old Virginny
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From the score published in 1878 by the Oliver Ditson Company (copyright, however, held by J. F. Perry & Co.) Title page inscribed TWO PLANTATION MELODIES! STANDARD AND POPULAR! TAKE ME BACK TO THE OLD SONG BY VIRGINNY AND STIRROPS AND MUSIC BY JAMES A. BLAND 40THERE'S A LITTLE HAPPY HOME SONG AND STIRROPS AND MUSIC BY HARRY WOODSON 401. Take me back to old Virginny, that's where the cotton, the corn and the tattoos grow, that's where the birds sing sweetly in the spring, that's where the dark old heart yearns to go. That's where I worked so hard for the old master, Day after day in the yellow corn, There's no place on earth I love more dearly Than old Virginny, the state where I was born. CHOIR. Take me back to old Virginny, It's where the cotton and the corn and the tattoos grow, It's where the birds sing sweetly in the spring, It's where the dark old man's heart yearns to go.2. Take me back to old Virginny, Let me live till I wither and decay, I wandered far in the old Dismal Swamp, That's where this dark old life will pass. Massa and Sinha left long before me, soon we will meet on that shining golden coast, there we will be happy and free from all pain, that is where we will meet and never part again.
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carve that possum
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, pp. 36-37. Credited to Sam Lucas, arranged by Herbert Hersey and copyright 1875 by John F. Perry & Co.1. Skunk meat is good to eat, cut down to the core; you will always find it good and sweet, cut it to the core; my dog barked and I went to see it, cut it in the heart; and took a skunk into that tree, cut it down to the core. carve it in the heart.2. I reached out to pull it out, carve it into the heart; The skunk began to smile, Carving it in the heart; I took him home and dressed him; carve it in the heart; I hung it that night on ice, carving it from my heart.3. The way to cook the skunk sound, carve in the heart; just bake in the oven, then bake until browned, carve to the core; put the sweet potato in the pan, cut it up to the core; the sweetest eat na lan ', carve it in the heart.
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Casey Jones (I) [Leyes G1]
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 98, September 24, 2021, as posted by user Tess_W. Probably at least influenced by a school version. Come all of you if you want to hear A story about a brave engineer. Casey Jones was Rounder's name On a six eight wheeler truck, boys, he got his fame. The person he called called Casey at four-thirty. He kissed his wife at the station door. He climbed into the cockpit with his orders in hand and began his farewell journey to that promised land. Chorus (after each verse) Casey Jones! Mounted in the cab Casey Jones with his orders in hand Casey Jones climbed in the cab And made his farewell trip to that promised land Put your water and shovel in your coal Put your head out the window watch the drivers roll I'll race her till she steps off the banister because I'm eight hours late with that western courier. He looked at his watch and his watch was late. He looked at the water and the water was low. He turned to the Fireman and said, We'll get to Frisco, but we'll all be dead. Casey said shortly before he died: There are two more paths I'd like to take. The fireman said: What could this be? The South Pacific and Santa Fe.Ms. Jones sat up in bed sighing. I just got a message that Casey was dying. He told them to go to bed and stop crying. Because you have another father on the Salt Lake Line.
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casey whiskey
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 73, pp. 150-151. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." one for me, we walked together until our hands and feet ached and every drop we drank made us want more. Chorus. Casey's whiskey bad luck, made us feel so playful. We drank the empty bottles until, of course, we couldn't take it anymore. land of old gay Paddy (4 additional verses)
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Cat eye
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 108, pp. 270-271. "Sung by Ned Odell, Pinware, June 1960." The length of the verse is irregular, with the first two verses of the melody repeated as needed: the first verse is five verses, the second four, the remaining three are eight verses. Going up the hill, I met a girl on a bicycle, threw her against a garden wall, broke the tire and broke her fall, with a ha-ha-ha and a hee-hee-hee, Jim is a cat's eye , now you'll see. When young Liz first saw the sea, "Let's go get some sea water," she said; So he went and got a bottle of old Brown Bull, And he went and filled three parts, With a ha-ha-ha and a hee-hee-hee, "Why not fill them up?" she said. "Because if I do," said Harry to Liz, "the bottle will burst and the tide will go out." (verses 1, 3 of 5)
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The Wandering Young Gentlewoman, or Catskin, by Robert Bell, editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 335-342. Collected from three ruffles. You, fathers and mothers, and children too, approach me, and soon you will know the meaning of my song, and I dare say it. I have to report, it is from a young squire of great status; the first beloved child his wife bore him was a daughter of rare beauty. He said to his wife, 'If this child had been a child,' they would have pleased me more and increased my joy, if the next one is of the same kind, I declare, what I am possessed will have no part. ' (53 additional verses)
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Farmer's Prayer, The
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The Cowman's Prayer by Jim Bob Tinsley, He Was Singin' This Song, University of Central Florida, 1981, p. 108. Lord, please help me, lend me Your ear, to hear the prayer of a grieving cowboy. No doubt, my prayer to you may seem strange, but I want you to bless my cattle pasture. Bless the rodeos year after year; Please, then, do not forget the growing calf. Water the land with streams and streams For my cattle that roam over a thousand hills. (4 additional verses)
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Cauld Kail e Aberdeen (III)
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume II, No. 162, p. 170. The source is not indicated. There's cauldron in Aberdeen And castocks in Strathbogie; Gin, I got nothing but a bony girl, you're welcome, Mr. Cogie. to me a girl tight and clean, To dance the Reel of Bogie. (4 additional verses)
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Cawsand Bay
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 168, pp. 839-840. Source not listed. Lying in Cawsand Bay, with the Blue Peter in the air, and all the sailors on deck to weigh anchor, when a lady came out, fresh as a daisy, and modestly waving, the maiden said, 'Ship in sight! Give it a hand! I want a young man there, so throw us a rope or send it to me; His name is Henry Grady, and I am a lady, I have come to stop him from going to sea. (7 additional verses)
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From Jean Ritchie, Folk Songs of the Southern Appalachians (Second Edition), p. 76. Apparently by family tradition. Far down in the cedar swamp, Waters deep and murky, There I met a fair lady, There I kissed my darling. a lady up and down, swing a lady at home. Build my love a big beautiful house, build it in the garden, put it inside and she jumped, goodbye my darling. (2 additional verses)
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Champion Coute Hill, The
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In Laughing June, Roses Bloom By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #75, pp. 250-251. From John Holland's song, Glenwood, 1961. In smiling June, where roses bloom and daisies grow, I made my way by a stream, carelessly went to see those fields that nature produces along smiling streams, where I found the delight of the my heart, The Champion of Court Hill. (4 additional verses)
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 14, pp. 61-64. Compiled by O. J. Abbott, Hull, Quebec, August 1957. I'm a very nice guy, my name is Pat Gregg. Chapeau, that famous city. For singing, dancing and all the fun. Chapeau's boys couldn't be less. (10 additional verses)
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Charles Guiteau [With E11]
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As recorded by Kelly Harrell, Victor 20797, March 23, 1927. Come, all you tender Christians, wherever you are, and pay attention also to these few lines of mine. afternoon. I tried to play crazy but found it didn't work; all the people against me turned out to be useless. Judge Cox delivered the sentence, the clerk wrote, on June 30. condemned. Chorus: My name is Charles Guiteau, My name I will never deny, To leave my aged parents To pain and death. But little did I think While in my prime I would be led to the gallows To meet my fatal fate. My sister came to the prison to see me off. He hugged me and wept bitterly. He said, "My beloved brother, Today you must die For the murder of James A. Garfield On the high scaffold. And now I climb the scaffold To bid you all farewell, The hangman is waiting now, It's a quarter past two. My face, now I cannot see, but when I am dead and gone, dear Lord, remember me.
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charleston girls
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From B. A. Botkin, A Treasury of American Folklore, pp. 805-906. Derived from Allen, Ware and Garrison, Slave Songs of the United States, 1867, p. 88. As I walked along the newly cut path, I met the griffin and then the frog, the frog began to hiss and sing, and the skunk clipped the dove's wing. you don't care, your horse will die"; "If he dies I'll tan his skin, and if he lives I'll ride him again." Hello ho to the Charleston girls! Charleston girls are the girls for me As I walked down the street, up the stairs the Charleston girls walked with me I kept walking and they kept talking, I danced with a girl with a hole in her stocking.
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charley campana
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 10, pp. 73-74. From the George C. Alexander song of Doakstown circa 1950. (Come merry y'all?) loggers, Wherever you are, And if you listen, Come hear me out. If you go into a hardwood forest please take my advice because if you go with Charley Bell he will eat you alive with lice. Chorus Careful number one, come hear me out, cause the man who works for Charley Bell is no better than he should be. (5 additional verses)
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charlie had a pigeon
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Charlie had a dove, a dove, a dove, Charlie had a dove, he had a dove. I flew in the morning, I flew at night, and when I got home I was covered in...
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Chesapeake e Shannon (I), As [Leis J20]
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Chesapeake and Shannon Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 71-72. The immediate source is not listed. The Chesapeake so bold, From Boston, I'm told, Came to get a British frigate Clean and practical, Oh! While all the people in the harbor Went out to watch the sport, With your music playing Yankee doodle Dandy, Oh! Now the name of the British frigate, which came with the purpose of refreshing Yankee courage. Clean and practical Oh! It was the Shannon, Captain Broke, Whose crew was heart of oak, And to fight The dandies were allowed to go, Oh! The confrontation had barely begun when they flinched from their weapons. What at first they thought worked well and deftly, oh! Then brave Broke unsheathed his sword, crying, "Now, lads, let's get aboard, and let's stop playing at Yankee doodles, oh! No sooner had they heard the word, before they sped aboard, pulling the orderly and manageable Yankee ensign, oh ! For all your bravado, now the glorious British flag on the peak of the Yankees' mizzen was a dandy, oh! Here's a salute, "Brave Broke", to you, to your officers and crew, who aboard the frigate Shannon fought so well, oh! and that to fight, as in love, the real british tars are dandies, oh!
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Chichester Boys, The
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #170, pp. 616-617. As recited by Mike Casey. Old Eli Chichester built the city; He gathered all the children from everywhere; They lived in Chichester, owned a small town. They employed all children everywhere. (additional 4 verse fragments)
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Children's Prayer, The
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From Guy Logsdon, "The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing" and Other Songs the Cowboys Sing, No. 8, pp. 58-59. From the corner of Riley Neal. No date, but collected before 1976. Down in West Texas, not many years ago, where the ranchers hated the settlers more than they hated the rattlesnakes, you know. , tell them to go away; tell them we'll vaporize their cattle, burn their hut to embers, if they act a little against it, fill them with bullet holes." (3 additional verses)
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Choosing a Wife, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 203. "From Mrs. Jessie Ainsworth Sullivan, Ypsilanti." I'll tell you how I heard some say To choose a lovely young creature, To choose a wife you'd love as your life With a beautiful and pleasing feature. May your stature be tall but moderately small, your waist slim and slender; your skinny instep, your skinny ankle, oh, then, young man, you may venture. (Verses 1, 5 of 5)
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christ in the garden
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 210-211. From Mrs. Edwin C. White, Naugatuck, Conn. Collected in 1949. All nature quietly sank to rest. The sun in its glory was setting in the west. I walked through the garden and there on the ground was the loneliest creature that was ever found. (5 additional verses plus half a verse)
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Christ made a trance (God made a trance)
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Christ Made a Trance From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, p. 192. Apparently from Angelina Whatton's song, collected in 1908 near Dilwyn. Christ made a trance one Sunday at noon, he did it with his hand, And made the sun lighten the whole moon Like water on dry land. the earth, man Christ, who died on the cross; what shall we do for our Saviour, as He did for us? It will be for your dear soul when you are dead and gone. (Verses 1, 3, 7 of 7)
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Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, please put a penny in the old man's hat; if you don't have a penny, you'll have half a penny, do it, if you don't have a penny, God bless you.
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Clarence McFaden (Enseñando McFadden a Waltz)
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 411-412. "Sung 1931 by Mrs. John Lambertson, Belding". Clarence McFaden wanted to waltz, but his feet wouldn't walk like that; then he saw a professor and stated his case and said he was willing to pay; the professor looked down in alarm. feet of it, and saw its enormous extent, so he put five on his regular price to learn to dance McFaden. Chorus One, two, three, balance like me. The foot is lazy, our left foot is crazy; now don't worry, I'll teach you how to waltz. (3 additional verses)
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clementine
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Oh My Darling Clementine From the score published in 1884 by Oliver Ditson & Co.Title page inscribedOH MY DARLING CLEMENTINE WORDS AND MUSIC BY PERCY MONTROSE1. In a hut, In a ravine, an excavation for a mine; There lived a miner, One Forty-nine, And his daughter Clementine.CHORUS.Oh my dear, Oh my dear, Oh my dear Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Drefful I'm sorry, Clementine.2. He took his ducklings, To the river, Every morning at nine; He caught his toe on a splinter and fell into the frothy brine.3. I saw his lips on the water, blowing fine, soft bubbles; Unfortunately for me, I wasn't a swimmer and that's how I lost my Clementine.
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Downpour, The
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From W.K. McNeil, Southern Folk Ballads, Volume II, pp. 92-93. Collected April 1935 from Nora Johnson of Ebenezer, North Carolina. In the month of July and the sixteenth year, the worst tropical storm ever seen made its way from the breadth of the ocean and hit the mountainside hard. In Jack Branch's head were five children, a mother and father, and all alive; they stopped at the gate and the rain fell; they saw how quickly it covered the ground. (8 additional stanzas, one with six lines)
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The Clown Procession, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, p. 375. Source not listed. John said to Joan, do you want to have me? I ask you now, do you want it? and I will marry you, my cow, my calf, my house, my rents, and all my lands and dwellings: Oh, say, my Juana, is that not enough? I can't go to court every day. (3 additional verses)
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Chicken clucks, clucks and clatters, you haven't laid an egg since last fall. Chorus The hen cackles, cackles and sings, you haven't laid an egg since last spring. I have good chicken. . Chorus My old hen, She won't. She lays eggs And potatoes too. Chorus The old hen cackled, It cackled in the batch. The next time she cackled, Cackled into the pot. Chorus.
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It is vaguely and incompletely reminiscent of an old local band, perhaps Bob Bovee and Gail Heil (now from Spring Grove, Minnesota). - RBW My old hen is a good hen, She lays eggs for the railroad workers. Sometimes one, sometimes ten, That's enough for the railroad workers. Chorus: Cackling, cackling and singing, She hasn't laid an egg since last spring. Cackling old hen, cackling and stormy, she hasn't laid an egg since last autumn. the well; The next time he laughed, he laughed [...].** I can probably guess that phrase as well as you can, but I don't remember it explicitly.
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cold water song
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #78, pp. 166-168. Compiled by Scott Stuart, St. Andrews, N.B. One May afternoon I asked a sweet thrush that sang in the apple trees above the road what he sang so sweetly about. I tried for a long time, but I couldn't figure it out. Do you know,” she replied, “that you can't guess wrong? I'm just singing the cold water song." (2 additional verses)
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Come all merry ice hunters
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 17. From the first edition (1927) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. It's about an ice hunter from Tilton Harbor who left on March 14, 1833 (6 additional verses)
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Come all beautiful and tender girls
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Come All Fair and Fair Girls, by Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, pp. 322-323. Provided by Ethel Owen, Dog Pen Branch, Council, Virginia, from a text in her mother's collection. The lineage is from Scarborough. Come on, pretty, pretty girls, take a friend's advice. If you want the ways of this vast world to depend on my word. Women's minds are weak, but men's minds are strong. Ah, never listen to what they say, they are (sic.) they will tell you something bad. When I was sixteen, little Willie told me, if I ran away with him, his loving wife would be. (5 additional verses plus half a verse)
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Come you who fear the Lord
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 201-202. "From a corner of Mrs. Louisa Moses". Come, you who fear the Lord, Come, you who fear the Lord; narrow road, Because Christ the other day saved my soul, Because Christ the other day saved my soul (5 additional stanzas)
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Torbay Cooks, The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 113. From Greenleaf & Mansfield, Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland; collected in 1929 from James Day. Come all you lads, wherever you are, I'll sing you a verse about the cooks of Torbay, and if you'll listen and listen a little, you'll hear some loud music that will make you smile. We signed a stamp at the office to go, Up in the Gulf, on Ellen, you know; Our cook looked sleepy, these words said, "Oh, you'll think I'm smart enough for the sea." (4 additional verses plus part of a fifth)
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Cornish Midsummer's Campfire Song
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 389-390. It is said to have been communicated by Sandys. The fair month of June is crowned with the sweet scarlet rose; the woods and meadows around her flow with beautiful delight. be seen Playing at the campfire. (4 additional verses)
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Corpus Christi Carol, El
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By Maxwell S. Luria and Richard L. Hoffman, Middle English Letters, No. 230, p. 221. From Balliol College (Oxford) Ms. 354 (The Richard Hill MS.), folio 165b. I have at least three editions of the text in the Hill Manusript (Davies, Medieval English Lyrics, #164 p. 272; Luria/Hoffman;Stevick, One Hundred Middle English Lyrics, #99, p. 171). Neither exactly agrees, although the differences are essentially a matter of modernized spelling. This one seems to have the closest text to the original, although the punctuation is highly suspect. [Chorus:] Lully, lulley, lully, lulley; in a brown orchard. In that orchard there was a room, which was decked with purple and pale. And in that room was a bed; it was hung with gold so red. day and night. On that side of the bed, a May knelt down and cried day and night.
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 135. Originally from The Book of Navy Songs. What did John Paul Jones say about the brave Bon Homme Richard? What did that good fighter say, whipping enemy against enemy? You ask me to give up! I haven't started fighting yet! And that was the Navy of a long, long time ago! What did Captain Lawrence say aboard the bloody Chesapeake? What did he say when, wounded, they took him down? "Don't abandon ship!" even if Shannon had defeated him! And that was the Navy of a long, long time ago! (2 additional verses)
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Country Farmer's Son, O (Sweet Nelly, My Heart's Pleasure)
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The Farmer's Son By Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 366-368. unclear source; perhaps the Vocal Miscellaneous of 1729. 'Sweet Nelly! delight of my heart! Be loving and don't belittle The offer made, out of modesty: - I honor your resplendent beauty. For love, I confess, I can do less, You have won my favor: And since I see your modesty, I beg to agree. , and stay with me, though I am but a farmer's son.' (5 additional verses)
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County Jail (I), La
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 357. "Obtained at Detention Center, Detroit...from a sixteen-year-old boy of the Mohammedan faith." As I was standing on a corner, doing no harm, a policeman walked up and grabbed my arm. I woke up in the morning and looked at the wall. Bed bugs and roaches They were playing ball. I went down to breakfast; The bread was hard and stale; The coffee tastes like tobacco juice in the fucking old county jail. (Verses 1, 3, 5 of 5)
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Carol de Coventry, A
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Derived from a medieval Mystery (Miracle) play. This song comes from Coventry Cycle and specifically the Coventry Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors. This cycle is first mentioned in 1392. The cycle, possibly ten plays (a typical Mystery cycle would contain about 24, but with a much shorter average of plays than Coventry plays), was copied by Robert Croo in 1534., but songs were added towards the end of the 16th century (1581 according to the Penguin edition; 1591 in the Oxford Book of Carols). There are actually three of these songs; this is the second (although the third, in fact, appears to be a second stanza of the first). Of Coventry's ten plays, only this and The Weavers' Parade have survived into modern times. The manuscript, however, was burned in the Birmingham Free Library fire of 1879 and was not transcribed correctly. All that is known of him derives from editions published by Thomas Sharp in 1817 and 1828; neither is very good, and it is unreasonable to change the text. The following version is printed in the Penguin Classics_English Mystery Plays_ volume (p. 379), with the spelling of the original retained. Glosses (usually consisting simply of modernized spelling) appear in the right margin. Textual variants that involve more than spelling are listed at the bottom of the text. ,* Por, por, lully lullay! Oh sisters too, how can we preserve today this young poro, this poor young man we sing to, to whom we sing to, lullaby, lullaby? Herod the king In his rage Chargid commanded today Got his men of power today In his own sight In his own sight All the little boys to kill - All the little boys to kill Woe is me, woe is me Pore child, for thee, Poor child, for you, And always tomorrow and [may]* And always tomorrow/cries and [may] For your farewell For your farewell Neither say nor sing, Neither say nor sing Yeah, well, lullaby, lullaby . Variant Readings: Refrain, line 2: The entire line is omitted in the modern setting, but in the original tune Verse 3, line 3: OBC splices "May" (perhaps meaning "season") to "day". Square brackets indicate an uncertain reading in the Penguin text. Some alter the line to read "And always dawn and pray".
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Craven Churn-Dinner Song, A
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 383-384. Source not listed. God rest you, happy gentlemen! Don't be moved by my tension, because nothing will study my brain but make you laugh: because I came here to this party, to laugh and have fun and play, and all guests are welcome to have their drink and drink. Chorus: Be playful, everyone, Melancholic none, Drink! Look at this, And then we'll all go home, And then we'll all go home! (3 additional verses)
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jane loca
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 436-437. Sung by Edward Taylor, Joe Batt's Arm, July 1952 Why a fair maiden in all respects? Are these signs so beautifully expressed? Can a wretched, wandering creature fill your chest with such terror? of course,And every passer-by cries out in pity: "God help poor Mad Jane!" (verses 1, 8 of 8)
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bawbee thief
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The Crookit Bawbee, by Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 25, pp. 59-60. Compiled by Jeannie Leslie, Sackville, N.B. Oh, what did you do with that old wool blanket? A satin robe would suit you best, it would dress you in satin and make you a lady. Glenshee." (5 additional verses)
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crow wing unit
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 24, pp. 99-100. From Ed Springstad, Bemidji, Minnesota. White Pine Tom tells Arkansaw, "There's one more unit I'd like to attack." Says Arkansaw: "What can it be?" "It's the River Crow Wing to Old Pine Tree." (3 additional verses)
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Crown for us all, The
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 211. "From the song of C. M. Moses." I had a godly father, whom I loved dearly. It's been gone for many years. He was in his tomb for many days, until the power of God called him. . Chorus There's a crown for you and a crown for me, Glory be to God; there is a crown for us all. (4 additional verses)
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Crying Family, The (Imaginary Problem)
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Anne Warner's Imaginary Problem, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #62, pp, 162-163. From Lena Bourne Fish Ridge, New Hampshire. Collected in 1940. As I heard, there lived by a creek an old man and his wife, who had a lovely daughter. they roared and thought of our Nancy." "If Tom and Nance were married, and such a thing could happen, their marriage might give rise to a chatty little baby. Come here and paddle in the water." "I know she's going to drown, I hear those waters calling, 'Oh, pretty baby'." And they both started crying. and Kate was sighing and talking. They all sat down on the grass as Katie told how they wept and wailed, Tom the old man, Kate and Nancy All went home crying, Tom the old man, wife and daughter Every night the ghost comes and cries over the water.
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fake cuckoo
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 160. The source is not indicated. The letters in the text of the second verse (which, for some reason, Sandburg numbers "1", putting "2" in the middle of the verse!) refer to the game's party instructions. Three Rounds to the Cuckoo Waltz, Three Rounds to the Cuckoo Waltz, Three Rounds to the Cuckoo Waltz, Lovely Susie Brown. adorable, With golden slippers. your part as we go, (b) We're all going to dress Susie Brown...."2 (c) Goodbye, my pretty girl, (d) Goodbye, I'm leaving, Goodbye, my pretty girl, In golden slippers.
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Cumberland Gap
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 176-178. The source is not indicated. An English fella, Lay down lads and take a nap, They're making hell at Cumberland Gap. Daniel Boone in Pinnacle Rock, Daniel Boone in Pinnacle Rock, Daniel Boone in Pinnacle Rock, Killed Indians with an old flint, Lay down boys and take a nap, They're making hell at Cumberland Gap. (8 additional verses)
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The White-Headed Boy, by Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 180-181. Apparently from the notebook of Catherine Amelia P. Hall (died 1869). thereMy rest to distroy (sic.) (6 additional verses, one of which is probably a double verse)
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Cupid's Trepan (Cupido's Trappan, The Bonny Bird)
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The text Bonny Bird Fragmentary, from pp. 149-150 by W. Chappell/H. E. Wooldridge, Old English Folk Music. The various spellings of "bonny/bonnie" are found in Chappell's text. I once loved a beautiful wild bird and thought he was all mine, but he loved another far more than I did, and he flew and he flew, brave boys, and he flew and he flew. Through the green forest, and through the green forest below, Like one with an anguished mind, I leapt and leaped, and pulled back my hood, but my pretty bird I couldn't find, Brave Boys, but my pretty bird I couldn't find you .
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #39, p. 122. From Steve Wadsworth's Ridge of New York State. Collected in 1969. You asked me to sing a song, I'll see what I can do. I don't care what I sing if you just like it. And now I sing my song for you, please don't. in my eyes, because there is nothing as beautiful as curly hair. (3 additional verses, although the lengths are different.)
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Canal D&H, O
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, No. 172, p. 624. Sung by Harry Siemsen. Around and around the Wurtsboro bend The big boat chased the wringer. Pat Flax's boat had passed both, Smarter than the weasel, Smarter than the weasel. The embankment broke and flooded the Vly, the damage was tremendous, the damage was tremendous. (1 additional verse)
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From W.K. McNeil, Southern Folk Ballads, Volume II, pp. 162-163. Apparently transcribed from the original score. "I was in the meadows, the violets were blowing, and the spring grass was fresh and green; And the birds on the brook sang their sweet songs when I met my darling Daisy Deane. CHORUS: None knew you but to love you, beloved From my heart, oh, the memory is always fresh and green, Though sweet buds may wither and tender hearts break, I'll still love you, my dear Daisy Deane (3 extra verses)
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The Maiden's Tragedy, The
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 97-98. An excerpt, with explanatory interludes, by Josepha Cobb. Collected September 3, 1930. The boy's mother wishes to arrest the girl, she goes for a walk with the girl. He changed the scene and showed a hateful spleen. She says, "Mom, what do you mean?" The knife was designed to pierce her heart. You took my son, whose heart you won so quickly, I will undo all that was done, here in this place." So I stabbed her directly. (15 additional lines plus two interludes)
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curry and
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 64, pp. 228-229. From the Billy Price song, Priceville, 1960. One morning in May, as I wandered into the 'view' On the banks of the Effie, I got lost by chance, And the fields and meadows and flowers were in bloom, And the little birds were singing sweetly. while the little lambs have fun and play. "Good sir," she replied, I'll tell you the truth, my chest is broken and my heart is full of pain. To Felix Parks murdered by her husband, Dan Curry; He suffered here on this earth and I will never see him again. (Verses 1, 4 of 7)
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darby o'leary
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As recorded by Kendall Morse in "Lights Along the Shore", Folk-Legacy FSI-57, copyright 1976. A revivalist version, but one of the rare complete texts. That led directly to picking potatoes and working during the day for a farmer named Darby O'Leary. I asked him how far we should go, the night was dark and a cold wind was blowing. I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low because they didn't give me whiskey or water. (4 additional verses)
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Brunette girl dressed in blue, A
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From J. H. Johnson (ed.), Bawdy Ballads and Lusty Lyrics, pp. 47-49. Spaeth's Variations, Read 'em and Weep, pp. 76-78, they are scored in the end. It was a Friday morning, the first day of August; When I think about that day, my heart feels like it's going to explode! I jumped onto a stage in Broadway Central Park going to, In a seat on the right side of the door, A dark haired girl dressed in blue was sitting. We hadn't gone far now, When the lady looked so strange; driver hit by her passing, she says, "I don't have change; I only have a ten dollar bill, oh my God, what am I supposed to do?" Sir, says the brunette dressed in blue. We talked and talked as we walked, about one thing or another; he also asked me (wasn't he nice?) if i had a father or mother. I said, "Yes, and a grandmother too; but please miss, what are you?" an hour or two, through the park, near and far; then we went to a big hotel, I went up to the bar; she put a ten dollar bill in my hand, I said "What you gonna do?" "Oh, don't be surprised, I need a change." Said the dark haired girl dressed in blue. We had a light snack, And I handed over the bill; The innkeeper counted the change, And the note fell into the box: 'It was in silver coins and change; There was a three-cent piece or two; so I rolled it up and gave it to the dark haired girl in blue. She thanked me and said, "I have to go; goodbye, until next time we meet; urgent business." I must go to the shop on Hudson Street," She quickly got out of my sight, and was soon out of sight; I turned to go, when standing beside me was a tall man in blue! This tall man He said, "I'm sorry I . I, sir, am in the 'special force'; That account was bad, please come with me" - I had to go of course. I said "For a lady I got change" he says "are you telling me the truth? What is her name?" I said, "I don't know, it was a dark-haired girl in a blue dress." They believed my story, although they deceived me, but they said that I should return the money in cash. ; I I thought it was a sin, since I gave it to her - It was a smashed ten dollars! So all you guys take my advice, be careful what you do, when you make friends with strange women, especially a brunette girl in a dress blue Variations on Spaeth: (variant punctuation not annotated) Add first verse: From a town upriver the Hudson, To New York here I came, To see the park called Central, And all the places of great fame But what I I've suffered since I arrived now I'll tell you, how I lost my heart and my senses too, through a dark girl dressed in blue.": Spaeth "thought"
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 59, pp. 218-220. Source unregistered.1 There was a very elegant and beautiful girl -- Oh runny ba ho With short golden hair Oh runny bunny ba ho2 She married a gentleman all dark and tall And left her father's hall. they have gone many miles.5 They have gone but forty miles, and come to a still of gold.6 'Put out the light, fair Alice, for you have come home; Because I'm sick and I'm not going to walk anymore. [missing stanza or stanzas]7 Ten years they lived well in the castle, And she bore him nine children.8 . . . . . . They will not live another dawn. He killed the children, all tall and good; She took her daughters into the forest.10 And there she hung her three daughters: 'And, oh, thy sorrows shall cry.'11 The lady saw that her children were gone. She has not lived another dawn.12 He's mounted on his milk-white steed And he's gone across the sea12 To find another fair maiden Who'll never see her mother mair.
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Dear Nelly Gray
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Sheet music published in 1856 by the Oliver Ditson CompanyTitle inscribed A MISS A. C. WALKER DARLING NELLY GRAY SONG and CHORUS Words & Music by B.R.HANBYThere's a low green Valley by the old Kentucky shore, There I've while happy hours away,A feeling and Music singing outside the little house where my dear Nelly Gray lived. CHORUS. Woe is me! my poor Nelly Grey, you've been taken away and I'll never see my dear again, I sit by the river and cry all day long, for you're gone from the old Kentucky shore. Verse 2d When the moon climbed the mountain and the stars They too were shining, so I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, and we'd float down the river in my little red canoe, while I played sweetly on my banjo. 3. One night I went to see her, but "she's gone!" Neighbors say, The white man tied her up with her chain, They took her to Georgia to spend her life, While she works cotton and cane. Chorus. 4. My canoe is underwater and my banjo is loose, I'm tired of living anymore, My eyes will look down and my songs won't be sung As long as I stand on the old Kentucky shore. Chorus. 5. My eyes are going blind and I can't see my way, listen! there's someone knocking on the door --Oh! I hear the angels calling and see my Nelly Gray goodbye to the old Kentucky coast. Chorus, until the last verse. Oh! my dear Nelly Gray, up in heaven they say, You'll never be taken far from me, I'm coming, coming, coming, as the angels clear the way Goodbye to the old Kentucky shore. h M. Wharton, War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, offers a version with the following variants (note the clear attempts to reduce the anti-slavery tone of the song): a ] Sitting and singing in E1.4 Nelly ] Nellie (and so all the time) Cho.3 crying ] seeing Cho.3 the old man ] my old man 2.3 in my little ] in our little one SKIP verse 34.3 my songs ] my music 4.4 While I remain in the] If he's gone my 5.2 someone] someone OMIT the final chorus
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(Untitled) From Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, pp. 231-232. The source is not listed. The drums were beating, the troops were marching, 'The stormy scenes of cruel warfare in the midst, The outposts were approaching the headquarters, I met a young man still in his teens. Captured by federal thugs As a hated rebel spy, He was brought before the general, To be heard, perhaps to die. "Tell me, young man, from whom these notes come, and you will be granted a speedy release; name your informant and be on your way in peace." (6 additional verses)
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From the Weems String Band recording, Columbia 15300-D, transcribed by George Lineberry, related by marriage to the Weems family. David, David. Where is David? Downstairs (2 syllables, I can't determine) eating the sauce. David, David. Where is David? Downstairs (2 syllables, I can't determine) eating the sauce. David, David. Po'r ol' Davy. He choked on chicken and sauce. David, David. Po'r ol' Davy. He choked on chicken and sauce. Hoe pie, hoe pie, johnny pie, fluttery. Why can't a white man dance like a N-----? pie, a hoe pie, a johnny pie, a flitter (doughnut). Why can't a white man dance like a N-----? He doesn't have big feet, he doesn't have a figure. That's why he can't dance like an N------. He doesn't have big feet, he doesn't have a figure. That's why he can't dance like a N-----.
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 178-179. From Come A-Singing, apparently adapted from a version found by Dr. Douglas Leechman in British Columbia. I will never forget the day Columbus landed here. Forty Indians and I were there on the wharf. He asked me why Indians wore feathers in their hair. Ah, that's to keep your pants up, and this I declare: WRITE: 'I built the Rocky Mountains and put them where they are, sold whiskey to the Indians behind my little bar.' I was the one who built Niagara Falls and first discovered beer, and that was many years before Columbus landed here. (2 additional verses)
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De'il Stick el Minister
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 116-117. Our wife keeps meat and screams and tea to treat the minister; there is nothing for me but cabbage, meat is for the minister. Also, a bottle is kept to warm the breast, when it is not dry, while I try to pour out the water, may the devil beat the minister. (6 additional verses)
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Death of Archbishop Scrope, The
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(No title in the manuscript.) Text based on the manuscript, transcribed in:A. P. J. P. Goldberg, editor, _Richard Scrope: Archbishop, Rebel, Martyr_, Shaun Tyas, 2007, Text on pp. 114-115 edited by Stephen K. Wright.B. Frederick J. Furnival, _Hymns to the Virgin and Christ, The Parliament of Devils, and other religious poems, chiefly by the Archbishop of Canterbury's Lambeth MS. #853_, Early English Text Society, Tuebner & Co., 1867, p. 128C. Rossell Hope Robbins, _Historical Poems of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Centuries_, Columbia University Press, 1959, No. 31, p. 90 Where the transcriptions differ, I have adopted the majority reading (in 4:2-3, where the three differ, I take the reading closest to modern English). All variations in the text are marked with a * and a footnote and an endnote. Punctuation and capital letters are mine and modern. No U/v differences are observed. Brackets mark abbreviations that have been filled in, for example 2.3 w[i]t[h] for MS wt; these derive from A as the other two transcriptions silently expand Hay hay hay hay, thynke on* Whitsonmonday.*O bysshop Scrope who was so wise,Now he is dede and lower he lyse,For Hevyns blys yhit may he ryse Thurghe help de Marie mylde can. There is... When* he was carried up the hill, he was supported* by mylde and styll; He took death with [i]t[h] full gode wyll*, as I said herde full* trewe men. j There is ... He who should be his death, knelt down *: "Lord, your [his] death forgives me. Completely * here for you, I beg you." Hay...."Here I come* the com[m]ende,T[o]u* gyff me five strikes c[i]t[h] thy hende,And than* my ways you* latt me wendeTo Hevyns blys that lasts, unfortunately.' Hay....Variations: Chorus/Line 2: AC "on"; B "o§", ie "onn"? / AB: "Whitsonmonday"; C "Whitson monday" 2.1, AC "When"; B "When §", i.e. "Whenn"?2.2, AC "hym"; B "hy", i.e. "hymm"?2.3, AC "full gode wyll", B "full[e] gode wyll[e]" 2.4, AC "full"; B "full[e]"3.2, AC "up"; B "vppo§", ie "up"?3.4, AC "Full"; B "Full[e]" .4.1C, A " wyll" ;B "wyll[e]4.2+4.3, A "Th[o]u"; B "yu", ie "Ëu", ie "Th[o]u"; C "Ëor", ie "you" 4.3 BC "that"; B "the§", ie "then"? Modernized version: Hey, hey, hey, think Whitson Nonday. He was resurrected with the help of Mary, who meekness can [damsel]. When he was carried up the hill, he kept meek and quiet; he willingly accepted death, as I have heard real men say. that in case the death was [ie, presumably the executioner], he knelt down: 'Lord, forgive me your death, with all my heart I here beg you.' you let me go [go], to the blessedness of heaven that lasts forever [ever]".
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Death of Colonel Crafford, The
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 115, pp. 260-262. From a manuscript copied by Adam Swinehart (died 1873) and supplied by his granddaughter C. C. Waltenbaugh of Canton, Ohio. 1. Come, all the good ones, wherever you are, pray, come close for a moment and listen to me; I will tell you a story that happened recently about the cruelest defeat of the brave Crafford. 2. A brave company, as we heard, equipped, all being volunteers; At number four hundred and eighty-nine, taking Sandusky City was his design. 3. In 1782, May 26th, as I say, They crossed the Ohio, as we know, Where brave Colonel Crafford gave the command. 4. With undaunted spirits they sailed across Indian territory without fear or fear, where Nicholas Slover and Jonathan Deans led them across the Sandusky Plains. 5. Our brave Colonel Crafford and bold officer, On the 4th of June the Indians saw; On the Sandusky Plains, at three o'clock the same day, the two armies approached in battle array. 6. Indians on horseback, Girtee gave the order; On the flat side they stood boldly; Our men, like brave heroes, fired at them, until the Indians were forced to retreat. 7. Our rifles rattled and bullets flew, Till some of our men fell to the ground, And some being wounded, others were told, "Fight, brother soldiers, and be not dismayed." 8. We understand that the brave Colonel Williamson prayed for three hundred men under him; And if it had been granted, we doubt not much, we would have put all the vile savages to flight. 9. Like an ancient hero, there was a brave Major Light who encouraged his men to stand and fight; And with courage and conduct his men commanded; Like a Greek, that hero in battle arose.10. There was valiant Major Briston, fourth in command, At the head of the battle he stood boldly, And with heroic courage he held his post, While bullets rained down like hail in great showers.11. There was the Bravo from Bibbs and Ogle got a ball; On the Sandusky Plains they fell nobly; And not only them, but some of their entourage had the honor of dying on the Sandusky Plain.12. All our officers fought very nobly, as did our men, from two days to night, until an Indian reinforcement appeared, which caused us to withdraw from the Sandusky Plain.13. "Now," says our commander, "as we lose ground and in greater numbers they surround us, we will round up the wounded and save all who can walk, and the rest we must leave." 14 Our gallant Colonel Crafford, on his retirement, as well as Major Harrison and Doctor Knight with Slover, his pilot and several men, were taken prisoners of war on Sandusky Plain.15. And now they took these men of renown and dragged them to Sandusky City; On his cruel advice condemned to be burned alive at the stake by the cruel Girtee.16. They, like devils, pursued this act, And turned the head of the hellish crew; This insidier was standing while they were frying their bodies over the fire.17. The scalps of their living heads they tore, their bodies with red-hot irons they scorched them; Bravely they expired without ever a groan That could have melted a heart it was harder than stone.18. And when our brave heroes were burned at the stake, Brave Knight and brave Slover escaped; With heaven's kind help, they brought us the news, so no one needs the truth of this news to refuse.19. From east to west, it is understood, let all rise to avenge the blood of Crafford, and also the blood of those renowned men who were taken and burned in the town of Sandusky.
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Death of Fan McCoy, The
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', pp. 12-13. On his deathbed lay Fan McCoy, his next son; she knew she was dying fast, but her black eyes weren't afraid. You are a man, heed what I say, because you must take the clansman's oath before he dies (4 additional verses)
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 164-166. From a manuscript in the Barry Collection. What dark sounds invade my ear? What notes of anguish do I hear? Is it the voice of death? oh! yes, sweet, blossoming Lydia dies. Her spirit seeks the heavenly skies. Death cuts off your fitful breathing. A Rosebud Sprung Too Soon (5 Additional Verses)
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Salgueiro Verde Deck
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, #89, "B" text, pp. 228-229. "Sung by William Riley, Lance au Loup, June 1960." Come all you young friends from Terra Nova and listen to me, I'm going to tell you a story; happened at sea. It is a sad and touching story, which I will tell you; It's about young Edgar Spence and his age barely reached nineteen. (25 additional highly improbable verses)
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Delhi Prison, The
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #169(A), pp. 614-615. Sung by Elwyn Davis. As he rode down the road with a feeling of weariness and a heavy load, the sheriff got out and shouted, "Bail!" And he took me to Delhi jail. (2 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 128-129. Oh! Derwentwater is a noble lord, And golden is his hair, And his little hawk shines with the kindly love that dwells there. Rise, good King James, fasten your seat belts and come.” (Verses 1, 2 of 10)
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Wail of the Deserter, The
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Richard Aldington's The Deserter, The Viking Book of Poetry of the English-Speaking World, Volume 1, pp. 604-605. I hope that tomorrow my problems will be over. But as in crying Nothing works, And infallible death Will strike, So for that, And for a while, Let's be happy Before we leave. To cheer up a stranger, One way. Worn ranger, In every danger my course I ran; Now I hope it's all over, and death has befriended, his last aid rendered, my cares are gone: no longer a vagabond, or unhappy lover, my sorrows are over, my cup is running low; for a season, let's be happy before we go.
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Devil, by Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 105-109. From the corner of Uncle Joe Robinson. The devil walked out of Nine Hundud, drenched in sweat: "I'm going to hunt Vinie or else I'll drop dead." Chorus Devil, oh devil, what's that you've got in your hands? "Put your shoulder on Vinie, and I'll travel." Devil left Nine Hundud, all sweaty, and Devil killed po' Vinie, for a Duke cigarette. Diablo left Nine Hundud, the boys heard him say, "I'm going to Biederman's Alley, to kill Vinie." he walked the gallus, never said a word, "Now that you've killed Vinie, you have to leave this world."
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Diana and her brilliant sailor
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 515-516. Sung by Jim Smurridge, Burnt Islands, June 1960. It's about a wealthy merchant living in London, he had an only daughter, a beautiful girl, her name was Diana, barely fourteen, he had a fortune to himself in both silver and gold. She had not been on board for a little while when in a bright young sailor she soon made up her mind, and they put her in a boat and rowed her to shore, she was sick with pain as never before. It was in his father's garden that this young couple walked, It was in his father's garden that this young couple talked, It was in his father's garden that they walked hand in hand, He said, "Dear Diana, take my heart in charge. " (verses 1, 3, 6 of 6)
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tablero dicky
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 64, pp. 172-173. "Sung by Alex Letto, Lance au Clair, July 1960. "Dicky Dash is my name; I live according to everything I earn. Boys, wherever you are, a warning now take it from me, lest your feelings be hurt. Never go dating shirtless. (Verses 1, 12 of 12)
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Disappointed Lover (I), The
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From Mellinger Edward Henry, Songs Sung in the Southern Appalachians, London, 1934, pp. 157-158. Originally taken by Prof. Artus M. Moser, Harrowgate, Tennessee, in 1932. A very similar version is in Cambiaire. Ms; She took her flight and was gone, She took her flight and was gone. I walked and woke up Like a man in a maze; I called and wept and played my flute; I could not find. I looked east and I looked west As far as my eyes could discern And there I saw my fair lady, Locked in another man's arms, Locked in another man's arms. Oh, she gave me a kind, smiling look, just as she had seen me before; but I suppose I passed it by and never looked at it; but I groaned pitifully, but I groaned pitifully. I've got my little lady, make sure you use her well, make sure you keep her close to home, or I'll walk her once in a spell, or I'll walk her once in a spell.
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Distant land to roam, The
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The Wanderer By Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, p. 201. From the song by Davis Littus. I well remember one dark and stormy day when I was taking leave of a far country. Well, good luck to you if we don't meet again on Earth. Meet me in that happy realm. "My mother kissed me then. Tears filled her eyes, so I left my old home in a faraway land to wander.. (2 additional verses)
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Packed lunch
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Dixie's LandFrom the score published in 1860 by Firth, Pond & Co. The inside page gives the title as "Dixie's Land". Title page with inscription I WISH I WAS IN THE LAND OF DIXIE Written and composed expressly for Bryant's Minstrels by DAN.D.EMMETT ARRANGEMENT FOR PIANO FORTE by W.L.HobbsI wish I were in the land of cotton, the old days are not forgotten; Set it aside! Set it aside! Set it aside! Dixieland. In Dixie Land, where I was born, early on a frosty morning, Look the other way! Set it aside! Set it aside! Dixieland. CHORUS.Den I wish I was in Dixie, yay! Alive! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand, to release and die in Dixie, far, far, far south in Dixie, far, far, far south in Dixie. 2. Old lady marries "will-de-weaber", Willium was a deceased gay man; Set it aside! & ç. But when he put his arm around her, he grinned as fiercely as a 'block'. Set it aside! & ç. Chorus_ Den I wish I was in Dixie &c. 3. His face was as sharp as a butcher's cleaver, but that didn't seem to make him look great; Set it aside! &ç. The old lady acted foolishly and died for a man who broke her heart. Set it aside! & ç. Chorus_ Den I wish I was in Dixie &c. 4. Now, cheers to the next lady, and all the guts that want to kiss us; Set it aside! & ç. But if you want to escape the pain, come tomorrow and listen to this song. Set it aside! & ç. Chorus_ Den I wish I was in Dixie &c. 5. Dar buckwheat cakes and 'Ingen' dough are fattening or a little fattening. Look the other way! &c.Den hoe and scratch your claw, To the land of Dixie I'm bound to trabble. Set it aside! & ç. Chorus_ Den I wish I was in Dixie &c. Variants of "The Original 'Dixie'", found in [H. M. Wharton,] War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, pp. 59-60, are as follows (ignoring differences in punctuation and spelling) .1.1 ob ] of2.1-2 Wharton says: Will the old lady marry "Will de weaber?" de galls ] the gals4.4 'way pain ] away sorroe4.5 dis song ] dis nig5.5 Dar's ] Der
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #24, p. 87. From Louisiana. Reproduced on pg. 805 by B. A. Botkin, American Folklore. Pity, mercy on my case, In some lady's garden, My dirty laundry when I get home, In some lady's garden. Pity, mercy on my case, In some lady's garden, My clothes to iron when I get home, in some lady's garden. "And so on, the artists lamenting the duty incumbent on them to scrub the floors, bake the bread, etc."
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 133-134. As remembered from Alabama Blacks singing by John Trotwood Moore. Dog in the woods Barking at the squirrel; My true love is as good as the world'. Choir Mr. Banks, you love sugar and tea, Mr. Banks, you have a sweet tooth. He can walk on benches and kiss girls so skillfully. Dog in the forest, barking at the squirrel. Roses are red and violet blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. (1 additional verse)
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #69, pp. 151-152. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. In County Kerry, so gay and merry, in a poorly kept cottage not far from the marsh, lived a happy-go-lucky Michael Doherty, a jovial boy with a fondness for grog. It so happened that on a bright summer morning, Michael Doherty was met by the most riotous crowd, when an unannounced sprig of shillelagh paid homage to poor Doherty's nobleman. (9 additional verses)
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 78, September 19, 2021, as posted by user John5918. My father said to follow the truck and not take too long on the road. Wiv me old gal linnet. But dillied, dillied, dillied and dillied, I got lost and don't know where to wander. You can't trust a special one like ancient copper when you can't find your way home...
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Kids don't get tired (Massa had a hopscotch)
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Don't Tire the Children As Recorded by Uncle Dave Macon, August 15, 1934. Transcribed, with some difficulty and probably inaccuracies, by Robert B. Waltz. The one in Nashville was a great hotel, the one in Chattanooga was crazy, [??] and Memphis loves the music. [?] Chorus Don't get tired, Don't get tired, children. Don't get tired, I'm coming from the ball. I wish I had a sugary rum, Sugar by the pound, Big hole to mess with, Pretty girl, give it your all. The little bee sucks the flower, The little bee makes the honey; the poor make the cotton and corn, the rich make the money. Massa had a yellow girl he brought from the south, hair so frizzy on her head she couldn't shut up. Because, I couldn't see each other for a long time, until now we could fly.
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(Untitled) Reprinted in Darling, The New American Songster, p. 355; originally from pg. 382 of White and Black Folk Songs. The old bee makes the honeycomb, the young bee makes the honey; the blacks grow the cotton and the corn, and the whites get the money.
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Massa Had a Yaller Gal By B. A. Botkin, A Treasury of American Folklore, pp. 903 to 904. From p. 68 from Scarborough, On the trail of black folk songs, Massa had an older girl, he brought her down from the south; her hair was so curly that she couldn't shut up. Chorus: Oh, I don't have time to Oh, I don't have time to linger, Oh, I don't have time to linger, guys, 'Cause I'm gonna die. He took her to the tailor to have her small mouth made. the tailor, tailor shop and all. Pasta didn't have hooks or nails or anything like that; so on this swarthy man's nose he used to hang his coat and hat.
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(untitled) From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 9. Based on Scarborough's own recollection of songs sung by black servants. When I'm dead and gone, don't cry for me; I'm dead and gone, don't grieve for me; When I'm dead and gone, don't be sad for me, because I don't want you to be sad for me.
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, No. 192 p. 435. By Roy Walworth, apparently from New York, 1940. Doodle, doodle, dandy doodle, cornstalks, homemade rum and brandy, Indian pudding and pumpkin sauce, and it will send the Yankees flying! All Yankee! he'll have a big pumpkin in a sack on his back, some molasses and a piece of pork, and we'll march straight to New York!
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Na cidade de Old Bantry (The Black and Tan Gun)
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The Black and Tan Gun From an anonymous recording (but clearly made by a non-traditional source) on a recording called "World Music: Ireland" on Passport Audio. It was in the town of Old Bantry that most of the fighting took place. It was there that a young Irish soldier was shot by a Black and Tan gun. When he rose on his shoulder, when the blood from his wounds turned red, he then turned to his comrade beside him and spoke these words. to say, "Will you not bury me on the mountain, that I may see where the fighting took place? Will you not bury me on the mountain, with my face towards the rising sun of God." on the mountain, with eyes turned towards the rising sun of God. And they wrote: "Here lies a young soldier who was shot by a Black and Tan gun." Don't you think of the young Irish soldier who was shot with a Black and Tan gun?
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Drive away the cold winter (in praise of Christmas)
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Ward off the cold winter Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 293. "Reprinted from a PepysianCollection copy; 'Printed in London by H. G.' -- [Henry Gosson.] "Hail to the days that deserve more praise than all the rest of the year, and hello to the nights that double the delights, both to poor and peer! Good fortune attends the friend of every merry man, Who does his best, Forgetting old wrongs, With song and song, To drive away the cold winter. driving etc May misery pile up, with a whip on the back, Until the deep Tantalian flood; In deep Lethe, let envy drown, Who sighs for another man; We'll have more delay, we'll spend the long nights in joyful delights, to chase away the winter chill. driving etc It is bad for a mind prone to anger, Think now of minor injuries; If wrath be sought, lend him not your cheek, nor let him inherit your brow. Scratch from your books the malevolent gazes, Both the beauty and decay of youth, and consort fully, with joy and fun, to ward off the cold winter. drive etc The courthouse in your state now opens its doors and welcomes the majority; the city too, though somewhat accurate, willingly part with its roast; but even so, according to reports from the city and the court, the country will always win; more liquor is used, and with better content, to ward off the winter cold. To drive, &c. Our good nobility there, Spare no expense, The Yeomanry fast not till Lent; Farmers and so forth, they don't think much of nothing, If they're left to pay the rent. The poorest of all now call happily, when in a suitable place they can stay, for a song or a story or a glass of good ale, to ward off the cold winter. To drive, &c. Then no one will allow solitude now, but will gladly welcome the weather, to make it seem, of all the year, that this one is considered the best; December looks dressed in green and January fresh. like May Comes dancing, with a drink and a song, To chase away the cold winter. driving etc THE SECOND PART This time of year is spent in a good mood, and the neighbors gather, sit by the fire, with wishes of friendship, to greet each other with love; Forgotten old grudges, put in the pot, All sorrows aside they put, The old and the young sing this song, To chase away the cold winter. To drive, &c. Sisley and Nanny, merrier than any, merry as June, sing and sing, like birds in spring, no sweeter nightingale tuned, to bring contentment, when summer is done, in pleasant pleasure and fun, with mirth and good cheer. , to end the whole year and ward off the cold winter. And drive etc The shepherd, the lad, too disdainful To waste his time in caring, And Clim of the Clough has enough, If he but a penny can spend the night in mirth and delight, Now after his work all day, for better than the lands are the help of your hands, to ward off the cold winter. To drive, &c. To masquerade and mama, kind neighbors will come, With vessels of brown ale, To drink and feast, for all in the house, merry as dollars in the valley; Where pie, bread and cheese, it is brought for your fees, so that you stay longer at the fire to keep warm, it will not hurt you, to ward off the cold winter. drive etc When the Christmas tide comes in like a bride, Dressed in holly and ivy, Twelve days in the year, much joy and good cheer, In every home you have; ,Where young people do their best To chase away the cold winter. drive etc. When the whitebeard frost threatens the worst And falls from the bough to the mulberry tree, Then the weather calls from the farms, And from the peasant's good fire, Together to go plowing and sowing, To bring us food and disposition, And so on contentment the time we spent To chase away the cold winter. drive etc
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Driving Song, The
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 70, pp. 184-185. "Sung by Blanche Roberts, Forteau, July 1960". That fateful morning was so young and merry, To fetch some fruits of labor on St. Patrick's Day. He left home that morning in a vigorous, burgeoning youth, but did little. once thought he was sliding towards his doom. (7 additional verses)
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The Drunkard's Fall (I), The
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 104-105. At dawn I saw a man Standing by a bar: his eyes were sunken, his lips were dry, Oh, that's the curse of the drunkard. His little son was beside him. , And to the father he said: "Dad, mother is sick at home, And the sister is crying for bread." (Verses 1-2 of 7)
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The Drunkard's Irregular Weaning, The
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The Drunkard's Ragged Wee Ane, by John Harrington Cox, Folk-Songs Mainly From West Virginia (published as part two by George Herzog, Herbert Halpert, George Boswell, editors, Traditional Ballads and Folk-Songs Mainly from West Virginia), #32 , pg. 207-208. From Miss E. E. McGregor of Los Angeles, 1927; of a Scottish tradition. A ragged little boy, Gaes wandering down the street, running through the snake, with his little hatchet feet. It's shuddering with the explosion of broth, it's waving with pain, ah, what's the puir? shut up? He's the ragged drunk. (2 additional verses)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 137. "From the corner of Mrs. Eliza Davis. "Do not go out tonight, my dear, Do not leave me here alone; Stay home with me darling 'cause I get lonely while you're gone (3 additional verses)
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The Four Drunken Maidens Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 241-242. From a broadside of uncertain date; Logan guesses it dates from the early 19th century. It was printed by "C. Crashaw, Printer, Coppergate, York". Four drunk maidens came from the Isle of Wight, drunk from Monday morning to Saturday night; When Saturday night came, they did not go out, And the four drunken maids pushed the pitcher. Sally walked in, her cheeks like any flower, "Sit down dear sister and give me some space, I'll be worthy of my room before I leave!" And the four drunken girls pushed the pitcher. There were woodcocks and pheasants, partridges and hares, and all kinds of delicacies; there was no shortage there;It was forty liters of Malaga, they almost drank it,And the four drunken girls pushed the jug,The nurse came down to see how much she had to pay,This is a forty pound note to get here this day; It's ten pounds each and they wouldn't leave, And the four drunken maids pushed the pitcher. Sally was walking down the road, And she met her mother, and she said, "Where is that headdress you wore the other day? And where is your cape so merry and merry, "So merry and merry we had nothing but to do , let them in the brewery; we had a row." ** All other versions I've come across give this last line as "We left them at the tavern; we drink them clean."
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Hotel Duffy
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 12, pp. 76-77. From Crystal Young's song, Boiestown, 1960. If you want to be gay and merry or if you want to party, come with me to Boiestown on the banks of the Miramichi. You'll find a king's reception; I will tell my adventures. On the 18th of May I arrived here from Fred'ricton, with a load. I am employed by a man, Edmund Kenney, a gentleman you know well; JP to Stanley Parish, and stayed at the Duffy Hotel. (Verses 1, 2 of 6; all verses except #2 are 8 lines)
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Duke of Buckingham's Hounds, The
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(The Bardy Train) By Louis W. Chappell, _Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle_, #102B, pp. 177-178. Collected in 1924 from Columbus Hooker of East Lake, NC. On Monday morning I heard the hunter say: Come on, boys, let's go hunting. I listened. The cunning fox did so and crossed the water, all running fast. Finally, she won the poor rattlesnake. , 6, 8 of 10 irregular verses)
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From Furnivall, Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript [Volume 4], Loose and Humorous Songs, pp. 32-34. Text from page 178 of the Percy Folio. Due to the difficult and complex spelling of the original, I have placed a modernized version in the margin. In his sweet and shady shelter, a sheep came, and asked for a shepherd who came, and asked in his lap to sleep and time; On her lap to sleep for an hour, but from her gaze she drew a wound But from her gaze she drew a wound so deep, that for a deeper wound So deep that for one more blessing the Nymph prays: to what she says The nymph prays, to which she says "forget me now, come to me soon". "Get away from me now, come to me soon." But in vain she conjured him But in vain she conjured him To leave his presence like this, To leave his presence like this, having a thousand tongues to seduce him having a thousand tongues to seduce him& but one to say no and another to tell him no no use saying "forget me &c". "Get away from me now..." Words whose hopes could have cheered him up Words whose hopes could have cheered him up to let DULCINA sleep. Let Dulcina sleep, Can a man's love be confined, Can a man's love be confined, or can his promise be kept? Or a maiden who would keep her promise? But he still held her so tight But he, his waist still held her so tight As she was steadfast in her melody, As she was steadfast in her melody, Though so close were her speakers Though never so fair, her speeches were " forget me, etc." ." "Get away from me now..." He demands, "what time or pleasure Does He require, "what hours of pleasure can there be before now? Could there be anything more fitting than now? She says, “The night gives love that pleasure. "forget me &c." "Get away from me now..." But who knows how these loves agreed? But who knows how these loves agreed? She was fayre, and he was young; Tongue can tell what the eyes find; Tongues can tell what the eyes find; Ioyes vnseene are neuer songe. Unseen joys are never sung [about]. Did she consent or did he relent? She consented or he relented? accept the night, but does she grant him none? Does he accept the night or grant him noon? Did he leave her or not? she said Did he leave [a] maiden or nay? She said "forget me now, come to me soon." "Get away from me now, come to me soon".
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Battery in Dumbarton
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From James Johnson, "The Scottish Music Museum", Volume II, #161, p.169. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). The drums of Dumbarton beat Bonny O, when they remind me of my dear Johny O. How happy I am when my soldier is near, as he kisses and blesses his Annie O. Only a soldier can delight me, O, with his gracious gaze. invite me O: As long as I am safe in your arms I will not fear the alarms of war, neither danger nor death will ever frighten me O: My love is a pretty boy O: Gentle but never extravagant or flashy O: Commissions are guys, but I'm going to buy him one this year; for he will no longer serve like any other O, A soldier has honor and valor O, Strange with bandits and their mischief O: He cares for nothing else But the ladies or the king: For all other cares are but bondage O. So I'll be the captain's lady O: Goodbye to all my friends and my father O: I won't wait at home anymore, But I'll keep playing the drums, And when it sounds, I'll be ready O. Dumbarton drums sound beautiful O, they are merry like my dear Johnny O: How happy shall I be, when I am in my soldier's lap, and he kisses and blesses his Annie O!
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Sung by violinist Bob Beers and his family. Transcript by Robert Waltz. Two recordings were consulted: Bob and Evelyn Beers, "The Golden Skein" (Biograph 12045, 1972; hereinafter "G") and (The Beers Family et al.), "The Seasons of Peace" (Biograph 12033, 1971; hereinafter S ; sung by Janet Boyer, sister of Bob Beers). Dumbarton drums, they sound so beautiful when they remind me of my Johnny. What loving pleasure can come over me When Johnny kneels and kisses me. Through fields of bouncing heather, Dumbarton plays the hour of pleasure: A love song beyond measure When Johnny kneels and sings to me. Her graceful gaze invites me, and when her tender arms wrap around me, the blackest night turns and disappears. extend your vote to me. Variants: 1.3: One song] One hour 2.4: Recordings don't reflect this, but I think I heard "dee" sung as "run away" - a "post-Beers" instance of the popular process G omits verse 3.
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Dungarvon Whooper (I), El
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 13, pp. 78-80. From Strathadam's Jared MacLean's Song, 1947. Far from the forest scene, Where the evergreen forest, Forms a contrast to the gray of the beeches and birches, Where the snow lies deep white, And the songbirds seem to sleep, And cease their more sweet song all day long. Where the moose mighty and monstrous, With limbs great and loose, Through the forest he sweeps with swift and strong strides, Where caribou and deer Swim in streams clear as crystal, And the mighty and deep Dungarvon rolls. (8 additional verses)
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Dungarvon Whooper (II), El
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 14, pp. 82-84. From Billy Price's corner of Priceville, 1960. Oh, fishermen come to Charles Green and that's why it is said, They go to Dungarvon (You must go a day early); And Bruce will go with you With his wagon and crew to take the boat and luggage to Dungarvon Creek (10 additional verses)
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Dying Irish Boy, The
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 44, p. 126. "Sung by Leo O'Brien, Lance au Loup, June 1960" (although no melody is indicated). .A young Irishman who fell seriously in his car was dying, while Victoria will reign in the Bay of Santiago. (7 additional verses)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 108-109. "Copy provided by Prof. Leon Denny Moses." , mother, Until dawn. I kept thinking of you, mother, And the loved ones back home, Until our dear cabin, mother, Once more seemed to come. (4 additional verses)
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Song of the Earsdon Sword Dancer, The
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 154-155. Good people, pay attention to my story, I called to see you by chance; I brought five boys, happy and cheerful, with the intention of giving you a dance. Earsdon is our bedroom, the place where we were all born and raised; there are no finer boys in the nation, and none will be more gallant. This is the son of the brave Elliott, the first young man to step into the ring. ;With such pride I rejoice to tell, He fought for his country and king. When the Spanish besieged Gibraltar, Bold Elliot defended the place; Soon he made them change their plans, Some fell, others fell from grace. (Verses 1, 3 of 8)
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Edward, Edward De Percy/Wheatley, I.i.v., pp. 83-84 "This curious song was conveyed to the publisher by SirDavid Dalyrymple, Bart., the late Lord Hailes." Why did he see his mark fall with, bluid, Edward, Edward? Why did your mark see fall wi', bluid, and why sae sad gang yee, O?O, I killed my hauke sae guide, Mither, mither: Oh, I killed my hauke sae guide, and I didn't have mair bot him, O. Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward. roan steid, That first one was seen fair and free, O.Your steid was old, and you had mair, Edward, Edward.Your steid was old, and you had gat mair, Add another dule and you dried up, OO, He killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither: Oh, I killed my fadir deir, Alas! And who am I, oh? And what penance will you have to pay for that, Edward, Edward? :I put my money on that ship, And I traveled the sea, O. And what did you do with your turrets and your ha', Edward, Edward? And what did you do with your turrets and your ha', Was that fair to see, Or? Let him sit until doun fa', Mither, mither: Ile let him sit until doun fa', Because here nevir mair maun I bee, O. And what would you leave for your children and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what would you leave your children and your wife? What a gang to hear over the sea, oh? Beg, throw life, For thame nevir mair wul I see, O. And what would you leave for your dear ain mither, Edward, Edward? And what would you leave for your dear ain mither, My deir son, now tell me, O. Hell's curse for me sall ye beir, Mither, mither: I, O.
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Edward Sinclair's Song, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 15, pp. 86-88. From the corner of Nor'West Bridge by Nicholas Underhill, 1959. When I first saw Edward Sinclair he was a grown boy, working downstairs for Peter's, with them he found employment, his cheeks were as red as roses and his hair it was hard dark brown, and handsome as a young man walking through the city of Newcastle. (6 additional verses)
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Edward's abdication
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 262. Hear, good friends, this very true story of a high-ranking gentleman; about the love of this handsome young prince. The king of his own country. Is it over there; but he swore by the seal of the ring on his hand that he would always be faithful. (3 additional verses)
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 16, pp. 89-90. From the summit of George F. Campbell in Newcastle, 1947. I got a net last night, put it in the wet water, walked around the hole until it was limp, carefully lifted it up, but there was nothing there but a piece of it. of ice of almost two meters. . inches thick. So I mumbled, "Really? There's never a bass for me?" So I walked around the hole until I was lame, From hours before dusk Until midnight, But that eight-pound double bass I wanted so much never came. (6 additional verses)
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Ellie Rhee (Ella Rhee, Ella Ree)
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Ella Ree De [H. M. Wharton], War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, pp. 213-214. And Ella Ree so kind and sincere, in the little graveyard she lies, her grave shining with dewdrops, but brighter were her eyes. Chorus: So take me back to Tennessee, Let me live and die, Among the yellow cornfields, In the land where she lies. He will gently walk around Ella Ree's grave. choir --
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Ella Rhee De Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume 4, #860, p. 387. A single chorus, from the singing of Janet Shreve of Farmington, Arkansas. Collected in 1941. Take me back to Tennessee, Back to where I long to be, Back to the yellow cornfields, To my darling Ella Rhee.
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Emigrant from Newfoundland, The
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 360-361. Sung by Andrew Nash, Branch, October 1962. Dear Newfoundland, Shall I leave you to seek employment in a foreign country? Forced to leave our nation by cruel taxes. Now I must leave you, dear Newfoundland. each of you falls, Forced by poverty and cruel taxes To the shores of Boston, a home for all (Verses 1, 6 of 8)
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From James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), #27, pp. 73-74. Source not indicated. "He dies today," said the pitiless judge, as he sat down to the feast, and a smile was on his pale lips, as he cracked an obscene joke, for a devil dwelt where his heart should be. , who lived on blood and sin, and every time that vile judge fed him, the devil pulsed within. (20 additional verses, not properly divided into stanzas)
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Erin A'Green
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 11, pp. 34-35. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B.O. Sad is my fate as I sit here and ponder To see the blue waves rise, To think that my steps will roam no more Over my beloved Irish soil. And to think that I must abandon my dear parents And myself in some land far from strangers, but where there will be no distance, my steadfastness trembles though I am far from sweet Erin a'green. (5 additional verses)
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Escuminac Disaster (I), The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 17, pp. 92-93. From the corner of Bernadette Keating, aged 13, of Chatham (the composer of the song) in 1959. It was the nineteenth of June when it happened, Nineteen fifty-nine was the year, In and around Escuminac A sudden storm made an appearance. O wicked waves! O howling wind! They in boats that did not capsize They feared the dangers around them, Still they stayed to help their neighbors and friends, Knowing that some had already drowned. O wicked waves! O plaintive wind! (Verses 1, 7 of 9)
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Escuminac disaster (II), The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #17a, pp. 95-96. From the singing of Alex Milson of Chatham (the song's composer) in 1960. Won't you listen to me as I tell my sad story of the Disaster of Escuminac Bay, where fishermen caught salmon, because that's how they earn their wages? (8 additional verses)
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always from you
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From (National Magazine), "Heart Songs", Chapple Publishing Company, 1909, pp. 222-223. Every time I'm dreaming about you, your sweet voice can lift my spirit; path when everything was dark and gloomy. Still in the shape of my heart that I cherish, all kinds of thoughts like a bird fly towards you; oh! never until life and memory perish. I can forget how dear you are to me; Morning, afternoon and night, wherever I am, with love I always dream of you, with love I always dream of you. 1 additional verse)
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every day mail
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Mail Day By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #173, p. 391. From the J. B Sutton corner of North Carolina, 1941. Every mail day, every important day, I get a letter. Oh, every day in the mail, every day, I get a letter. stanza)
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Face on the bar floor, The
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The Face Upon the Floor, by Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 149-151. Presumably from some other print collection. "It was a fine summer night and there was a good crowd there. Joe's bar on the corner of the square was nearly full, and as songs and witty stories drifted in through the open door, a tramp slowly crept in and landed on the porch floor." ?" Someone said, "The wind blew it away." "What do you want?" another shouted. "Some whiskey, rum or gin?" "Here, Toby, take it." height of work, I wouldn't touch it with a fork, it's as dirty as a Turk." (15 additional verses)
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From the Carter Family Song (1934). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. My brave boy sleeps in his faded blue coat, In a lonely unknown grave lies the heart that beats so sincerely; He sank weak and hungry among the valiant Spaniards, And they laid him sad and alone within his nameless grave. CHORUS: No more does the bugle call the weary, Rest, noble spirits, in your unknown graves; For we will find you and know you among the good and true, where a white robe is exchanged for a faded blue robe. He shouted, "Give me water and just a little crumbs, and my mother, she will bless you." For all the years to come, and tell my sweet sister, so kind and good and true, that I'll meet her in heaven in my faded blue coat. No soft voice was beside her, to give her sweet answers; No stone marks the lonely ground upon the boy so brave and true, In a lonely grave he sleeps in his faded blue coat.
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Bela Leonor (II)
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Fair Eleanor By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 608-609. Sung by Charlotte Decker, Parson's Pond, August 1958. Young Johnny got up in the middle of the night and went to his true love and told her, saying, "Arise, fair maiden, and come with me, I will take it." you with some clergy and we will marry.” And when He got it all in the green forest, He said, "Now, fair maiden, come take off your clothes, come take off your clothes, the fine clothes that you wear, And I'll be your butcher this good night I'll declare it." (Verses 1, 3 of 6)
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The Pine Fall by Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), #17, pp. 82-84. By M. C. Dean of Virginia, Minnesota Come all you brave, bold, fearless young men, Repair the slums before your youth's decline. (6 additional verses)
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False young man, O (The rose in the garden, On the way out)
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The False Youth By Edith Fulton Fowke, Editor, and Richard Johnston, Music Editor, Folk Songs of Canada (First Edition), pp. 166-168. FromCome A-Singing, where it's called "A Rose in the Garden". "Oh, sit next to me darling while I sing you a happy song." you and I were; As long as you and I are together, baby, As long as you and I are together. Now it's been over a year for us Since you and I have been together." (3 additional verses)
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Come With Me, My True Love, by Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 41. Apparently collected by "Grandma Ball". Come with me, my true love, and sit beside me. Three quarters of a year or more have passed since I spoke with you, since I spoke with you. I won't sit and I won't sit, because I don't have a moment of time, since I heard that you are betrothed to another fair maiden Nor is your heart mine anymore, Nor is your heart mine anymore. (2 additional verses)
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Fan left on shore
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From John Ashton, Royal Sailor-Songs, Leadenhall Press, London, 1891; reprinted by D. N. Goodchild, Philadelphia, 2006, No. 64. they jeered, As the bold tars sank. Her scarf waved in the air, Until she could no longer see her love. However, as she advanced, defying all dangers, He thought of his fan on the ground. (3 additional verses)
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Farewell, Maggie Darling, across the blue sea
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 443-444. Sung by Clara Stevens, Bellburns, Aug 1959 my life. For a long time we courted each other in the sweet bonds of love, until at last we went wandering in her father's green forest. faithful to me." (6 additional verses)
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Goodbye to Bonny Galaway
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 201. "Obtained 1916 from Mr. John Laidlaw, Ypsilanti." Good night, as I was lying in bed, the thought of love came into my head, so I got up and went to see Bonnie Lassie, who lived in Galaway. lang in my love's bedroom set, until her father packed his bags and, in an angry voice, said, "What brought you here, fair Galaway?" (3 additional verses)
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Goodbye old Bedford
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #99, pp. 244-245. From Lee Monroe Presnell's summit of Beech Mountain, North Carolina. Collected in 1951. Goodbye old Bedford, I'm about to leave you. Just like those pretty girls I'll never see again. My portion is small, but I confess sincerely, what little I have is all mine. All in pleasure, If my cruel parents had left me alone. I'll drown the pain In a bumper full of water. I'll drown all my pain In a bottle of wine. Now, never let troubles enter your mind. I'm going to drown her in a bumper full of water. I'll drown it in a bottle of wine. dance all the time. My fingers are frozen, my bow needs rosin, my boom pole is down, and my bridge won't hold.
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Goodbye, darling (The departing lovers, The scorned darling)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 75-76. "From Singing to Mary Carr". You broke my heart, but how can I walk away from you? My true love, my cock, I hope we meet in the world above; And if I never saw you on earth again, I wouldn't treat you the way you treated me. Then after death I will go home and you will think of me when you are alone; And when you pass my lonely grave, you'll see the headstone where I am. (Stanzas 1, 2, 6 of 8).
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The Destiny of Nancy Bell, The
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Nancy's Bell String by Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, #105, pp.322-325. As published in Bab Ballads. 'It was on the shores around our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span, That I found alone in a piece of stone An ancient sailor. him, and I heard this specter on the beach recite, in singular minor key: 'Oh, I am a cook and a bold captain, and the brig officer Nancy, and a bosun and a midshipman, and the captain's show crew' . (20 additional verses)
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Padre Murphy (I)
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From James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), pp. 66-67. Source not declared. Father Murphy (2) Come, all you warriors and nobles of renown, hear my theme of war, And I will sing how Father Murphy recently awoke from his slumber. Certainly Julius Caesar, nor Alexander, nor the brave King Arthur ever. he evened, by formidable armies he conquered, though with two gunslingers he started. Carnolin's cavalry dismounted them, their first lieutenant slain, their ranks torn and columns broken, they withdrew to the town of Carnolin. (6 additional stanzas of 8 lines)
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Felon Sewe of Rokeby and house Feeres of Richmond, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 349-357. It is said to be from an "ancient manuscript". You Aunt Wynne's loving men who will be late in this land, I'll tell you; and from a sewer that was in the sea, oh! who never lives long at sea, for fallen people study. Scho was a mare than three others, the grayest beast that was nicknamed a bee, its head was large and gray; Scho grew up in the woods of Rokebye, there were few who screamed but cam belive awaye (39 additional verses)
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Thief Woman, The
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 124-126. Apparently from a broadside dated 1796; no publishers listed. Women of all ranks, hear my playful song; something like this was never known in the nation, it was done by such a young woman. She bought him a horse and bridle, with a saddle and pistols too. ;Resolving not to be idle, But on the road would go. He was dressed in great splendor, His breeches and sword he wore; Her body looked very slender, 'She was dressed like a handsome young man. (12 additional verses)
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festive lumberjack
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 23, pp. 95-98. From Ed Springstad, Bemidji, Minnesota. I've traveled extensively around the world and seen animals big and small. The one I want to talk about because he is bold surpasses them all. He comes out of the woods with bristles raised the full length of his back. Scientists know him as the festive woodcutter. Chorus He's a wild demon who snorts every time he comes to town. He's a pig, he's a cat, moose, too busy to sit down. other valets who knew their Waterloo. (5 additional verses)
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First Night Dating, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 405-406. "Sung in 1935 by Mr Thomas Nichol, Filion". afraid of falling into a blunner. One day at the fair, the beautiful Maggie was there, a girl he had had his eye on for a long time; I'll see how I get to court." (4 additional verses)
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The Fisherman's Girl, The
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 66, pp. 177-178. From a manuscript copied by Franklin Eddy, dated Ashtabula, Ohio, 1852.1. It was in the field that a poor girl was crying, It was in the field that poor Mary Ann wailed; She belongs to this nation, "I have lost all my dear relatives," cries a poor fisherwoman, "My friends are dead and gone." "Oh, I once enjoyed it, my friends raised me tenderly, I spent with my brother every night and morning happy, but death made a killing, poor father is in the water," cried a poor fisherwoman, "My friends They are dead and buried." 3. "The snow falls so fast, I can't find shelter, The snow falls so fast, I must run to the hawthorn, For my shelter is the bushes, my bed is the reeds," cried the poor fisherman's girl, "My friends are dead and buried." 4. She happened to be passing a very noble house, A gentleman heard her, his heart burning for her, Crying, "Onward, poor lonely creature," he saw every fallen trace Of a poor fisherman's girl, Whose friends are dead and gone.5. He carried her to the fire, and when he warmed and fed her, tears began to fall, he fell on her chest, crying: "Live with me forever, we part again, no, never, you are my darling." sister, our friends are dead and gone.”6. So now he has a home, he lives with his brother, Now he has a home, and the needy are never mocked, For God was his protector, just as his gracious driver The poor fisherman's girl, When her friends were dead and gone .
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Flash Frigate, La (La Pique)
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From Frank Shay, American Sea Songs and Chanteys, pp. 178-180. Source not indicated. I sing of a frigate, a frigate of fame, and in the West Indies she had a great name, for cruel and harsh treatment of all grades. Like slaves on galleys, we sailed the salt sea. Now, all you sailors who sail the salt sea, Beware of this frigate wherever she may be, For they will beat you and beat you until you are worthless, And send you a cripple to your own homeland. (verses 1, 9 of 9)
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Escape Fly Flo
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, post 68, September 1, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY.Kumala, kumala, kumala vistaNo no no no no na vistaEsameanie solameanie oowatu ollameanie.
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Collected by Todd and Sonkin from Henry King at an immigrant farmworkers' camp in Visalia, California, 1941. Transcribed by LyleLofgren. -dye-doe;While I was going down to the harvest field, Fod!While I was going down to the harvest field,A big black snake grabbed me by the heel, Too-oo-rod-dee-day.Likewise :I I fell to the floor I closed both eyes and looked around me. I sat down on a stump to rest, like a groundhog in its nest. .The groundhog and the skunk fought, the smoke was so strong that it put out the light. They danced and played until the melody started to rust, it's hard to say which smelled worse.
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Misty Dew (II), The
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The Foggy Dew De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, # 76, p. 289. From the song by George Edwards. Over the hills I went one morning, A fair maiden I beheld With her hair as black as coal and her cloak as green, An image to receive. ?” And he looked up with his blue eyes, smiled and said: "My son, I'm getting married, I'm going to meet you in the dew of the mist." (1 additional stanza)
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For seven long years I've been married
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Contributed by Joanna Ralston on July 22, 2011 She reports: Grandmother, Thelma Ophelia Patterson Jones is now 95 years old. Her brother, during the Depression, began to wander and often brought music to play, all learned by ear. They were a musical family that lived all over Georgia and North Carolina. I don't know where, all this wandered. They once lived with a member of Gid Tanner's band, who taught them how to play the guitar as children. I just went to see grandma this morning. Her mind is a little flawed, but here's what we discovered between us: I've been married seven long years; I wish I had lived like a spinster. My husband drinks and gambles, and now he does not work in his trade. When we were married, he promised me an elegant and cheerful dress. But now there are only problems; my husband doesn't want to work in his trade. I once had a good cash cow; he fed her sweet clover hay. My husband switched to whiskey on a cold Christmas Eve. She disagreed, but I think there was a line like "Now it's work, work, work in the morning" and a line about "Now it's all work and no play". you tied yourself to a man."
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Fortune My Foe (don't aim too high)
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From an anonymous photocopy reported as a modern collection of songs for the Celtic harp. Included because it is the full text of this song that I have access to. Fortune, my enemy, why do you disapprove of me? And will your favors never be greater? er restore my joys again? Fortune caused me pain and great trouble, Fortune falsely stole my love, My love and joy, the sight of which made me happy; Such great misfortunes never had a young man. In vain I sigh, in vain I moan and weep; in vain do my eyes refrain from peaceful sleep; in vain I shed my tears day and night, in vain my love my sorrows betray. or mighty strength of hand; In the midst of joy she brings a bitter groan, And woe is me that I knew her hate! even if luck favors you, no fragile fortune will ever conquer me.
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The Four Seasons From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, pp. 207-208. From the Canto of John Morgan, collected at Dilwyn, October 1905. Spring is the quarter, the first I will mention. Clear. (10 additional verses)
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Fox and Hare (Everybody has a partner but me)
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The Tottenham Toad By Cecil J. Sharp and Maud Karpeles, English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Volume 2, #239, p. 347. Collected from Mrs. Frances Richards of Callaway, Virginia, 1918. The Tottenham Frog came trotting down the road With his feet swimming in the sea A pretty squirrel with a curly tail Everybody's got a wife but me. wife to come into my life. He soon wished he was dead. At about six weeks we had a small fight. And ripped all the hair out of my head.
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The Fox and the Grapes, The
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, p. 247. Submitted by Ida B. Morgan of Jeffersonville, Vermont. Received March 15, 1931. One day a hungry fox spotted some rich ripe grapes hanging so high. And to him they seemed to say, "If you can knock us down, you can do it." He licked his lips for nearly an hour until he found the grapes beyond her power;
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Fox and the Lawyer, The
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(untitled) From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 70. From Charley Danne, who claimed to have done so in several parts of a song sung by slaves. The fox and the lawyer were different in kind. The fox and the lawyer had different minds. to bite. The fox was not chosen, but would instead take their raw blood. Oh, how can you call a fight like this fair? best dog you have, and if he catches me, I die instantly. (Verses 1, 4 of 5)
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 292-293. The immediate source is not mentioned. The fox went out on a cold winter night and prayed to the moon to give him some light, for he had a long way to go that night before he reached the city, oh! City, oh! city oh! Because he had a long way to go, &c. At last he reached the farmer's yard, For ducks and geese he feared not, He swore the best of them would grease his beard Before he left town, oh! City, oh! &ç. He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, threw him astride his back, which made the gray goose squawk! medicine man! And the blood flowed, oh! down Oh! & ç. The old Slipperslopper jumped out of bed, opened the window, and poked her head out; "Get up, John, get up! because the gray goose is dead and the fox is in town, oh town! oh!" & ç. Then John climbed to the top of the hill, blew his horn loud and shrill: "Blow!" exclaimed the fox, "this song is even better, for I am glad to be out of the city, oh! City oh! &c. When Reynard reached the plain, he threw his burden on the ground to relieve a great pain; He quickly picked it up, and journeyed on, for he thought he heard the noise of dogs, oh! Dogs, oh! &c. When Reynard reached his lair, - Of the young he was nine or ten, - "You are welcome, father fox, you must travel back , For we think it is a lucky city, Oh! City, O!" &c. The fox and his wife had a quarrel. They tore the gray goose without fork or knife; They tore the gray goose without fork or knife, And the youths plucked out the bones, O! Bones oh! &c. .
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(No title indicated) As found in the British Museum MS. Royal 19.B.iv and printed in Maxwell S. Luria and Richard L. Hoffman, _Middle English Lyrics_, a critical edition by Norton, 1974, item #135, pp.125-126. Spelling and punctuation appear to have been standardized. [Chorus:] "Pax vobis," said the fox, "For I have come to the city." When he came to town. When he came all in the yard, Therefore, the ges were sick. he walked wonderfully smooth: "For here I have worn myself out so often that I have come to the city." False fox, let him go!" "No," he said, "then I mote --Sche will go into the forest with me, Sche and I will dig a tree, Emange the beryes browne. ["] I have a wyf , and sche lieth seke, Many small pups she has to eke --Many bones must have pica ¿Lei adowne ".
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Shanty Song de Fred Sargent
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 21, pp. 92-93. By Emmet Horen, Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In one thousand eight hundred and seventy-one. I got the swamp for a go-devil. It was on the banks of Eau Claire. We landed when the ground was empty. Chorus Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la, Tra-la-la-la-la-la, lay-lie-lee. (2 additional verses)
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free masonic song
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 63, pp. 170-171. "Sung by Stanley Trimm, English Point, August 1960. "Come all you Free Masons around the world and wear a badge of innocence, I mean the royal robe, where Noah dwelt, it was the Ark he was in. world was destroyed by a flood. (7 additional verses)
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Free Salvation (The Resurrection)
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The Resurrection By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, # 79, pp. 302-303. From the song by George Edwards. Man had his first creation in the guarded place of Heevin, a public chief and father of the entire human race. therefore it shall pass." (5 additional stanzas)
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Friends and Neighbors (Virginia Alders)
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Friends and Neighbors By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #35, pp. 149-150. From the song of George Edwards Friends and neighbors I'll let them It doesn't make them doubt, but it seems strange to them But God be satisfied, I never stole Nor did anything wrong. (5 additional verses)
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frog went to court
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Frog Courtship Collected by Nancy Roeder from her mother in 1992-1993. Information about this oral history project can be found at https://bit.ly/2KQwyLQ. A frog went to court, he rode, Tie lie loo fa laddie-o With a sword and a gun at his side, Talla fa loo fa Laddie-o He rode to the millhouse door, Tie lie loo fa laddie-o He called and knocked until things roared, Talla fa loo fa laddie-o Said, "Lady Mouse, are you in?" Tie lie loo fa laddie-o "Oh yes, kind sir, I'm trying to turn", Talla fa loo fa laddie-o He took Lady Mouse on his knee, Tie lie loo fa laddie-o And whispered softly: "No would you marry with me?" Talla fa loo fa laddie-o"I can't answer that sir", Tie lie loo fa laddie-o "Until I ask old Uncle Mouse", Talla fa loo fa laddie-old Uncle Mouse laughed and shook the fat sides. Tie lie loo fa laddie-oThinking your niece would be a bride Talla fa loo fa laddie-o"Oh, where will our wedding dinner be? Tie lie loo fa laddie-o"Up there in a hollow tree," Talla fa loo fa laddie-o"Oh, what will be our wedding dinner?" Tie lie loo fa laddie-o "A slice of bread and a cup of tea", Talla fa loo fa laddie-oThe first to arrive was an old gray mare , Tie lie loo fa laddie-o She had her head shaved and her tail bare, Talla fa loo fa laddie-o Next that came was an old red cow, Tie lie loo fa laddie-o She came to dance but didn't I don't know how, Talla fa loo fa laddie-oNext to come was a little brown dog,Tie lie loo fa laddie-oHe had his whiskey in a little brown mug,Size fa loo fa laddie-oNext to come was a bee,Tie lie loo fa laddie-o He wore his banjo on his knee, Talla fa loo fa laddie-o There's bread and cheese on the shelf, Tie lie loo fa laddie-o If you want more, you can sing it yourself, Talla fa loo fa laddie-o O.
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Also provided by Nancy Roeder's mother. This version has exactly the same words in every stanza of Version A, except for the second and fourth lines. The first stanza is given as an example. Verses 2 and 4 are repeated, just as the alternate verses are repeated in Version A. After each verse there is a four-verse chorus, unlike Version 1, which can be repeated after each verse as desired. he rode, ringed body, you don't want kime-bo, with a sword and gun at his side ringed body, you don't want kime-bo? (Chorus) Kime-bo, kim-bo, a-ro, ha-roA comes a fin collar Flamadoodle - yellow snot Ring body down you don't want kime-bo?
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Kitty Along A third version of the Roeder Family. It's short enough to belong in several songs, but it has the basic text "Frog", so I've filed it here. - RBWThere was a frog that lived in a well, next to Kitty - next to Kitty. There was a frog that lived in a well, Kitty alo-o-ong. There was a frog that lived in a well And in a mill lived a mouse, Kitty everywhere - Kitty everywhere. The frog jumped into the lake, Kitty alo-o-ong. The frog jumped into the lake and was swallowed by a snake, Kitty - Kitty. The snake went up the creek, Kitty - Kitty with it. The snake crawled down the river, and that's the end of my little book, Kitty along - Kitty along.
File: R108
Full of joy sings the cuckoo
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 464-465. Source not indicated. Full happily sings the cuckoo About the beech; You should look to your wives if you take my advice. Cuckoo! cuckoo! Woe to the morning, when of married men I fill nine out of ten He shall be content to bear the horn. Full, the cuckoo sings merrily Over the oak; You should look into your wives if you take my advice. Cuckoo! cuckoo! Woe to the day! For married men, but from time to time, they can run away to take the horn. (3 additional verses)
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Funeral Hymn, The
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A Funeral Hymn By Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 207. "Copy provided by Prof. Leon Denny Moses." Oh, take me to the cemetery, After so much suffering, Where each day will be Sunday, little by little, Little by little, little by little, Where each day will be Sunday, little by little. Goodbye dear father, I'm going home to glory, Where each day will be Sunday, little by little, Little by little, little by little, Where each day will be Sunday, little by little. (4 additional verses)
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Fust Banjo, De (The Banjo Song; The Possum and the Banjo; Old Noah)
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De Fust Banjo By Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 520-521. Presumably from some other print collection. Strength, violin! People are tired of hearing you scream. Be still for your best! Can't you hear the banjo talking? About the skunk's tail, she's talking about came to read, ladies, listen up! About to do what is not to give, and why lack of wine to be an 'oberflow', said Noah, looking solemn - Fur Noah tuk from the Herald, and read the column of ribber - and then he wet his hands to clean the wood patches, and under it is gwin to build a steamah ship to repel Natchez. (9 additional verses)
File: R253
alto grau gabriel
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #9, pp. 5-6. Spelling is mostly Dyboski, with abbreviations unmarked and obsolete letters modernized. Nova, nine: Aue fitt ex Eva. High grade Ganriell, Descended from trynyte, From Nazareth to Galalye. vt nova. He met a mayden in one place; He knelt before his face. He said, "Hayle, Mary, full of grace!" vt new. When maydyn saw all this, she was very ashamed, ywys, that she didn't do a-mys. vy new. (5 additional verses)
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Gallant Hussar, The (A maiden possessed of great beauty)
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A maiden possessed of great beauty The basic text is from Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, no. 147, p. 313. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio. This text has only two double stanzas. To complete it, I have in the notes several verses from Sam Henry's collection (H243a, Young Edward the Gallant Hussar, in Henry/Huntington/Herrmann, pp. 473-474). A maiden possessed of great beauty, She stood at her own father's door; The brave hussars are on duty, to see them this maiden waited. Her horses skipped and bound, Her accoutrements shone like a star; From the plains they were advancing closer, When she saw her gallant hussar.2. "Twelve months on bread and cold water My parents locked me up for you; They were their daughter's hard-hearted friends, whose heart was loyal and true. But unless they confine me forever Or banish me from you, I will follow you my clever boy, and marry me gallant hussar". ---Additional letters from Henry's text: Between verses 1 and 2 add: Their skins were draped over their shoulders, So slovenly they seemed to ride, so warrior young soldiers Appeared, With gleaming swords at their sides. To the barracks so early the next morning, This damsel went in her carriage, Because she loved him sincerely, Young Edward, the gallant hussar. It was there that he talked with his soldier. They were heard saying these words: Jane said, "I have a heart, none bolder, to follow my boy." :When the trumpet sounds, I must be ready, then I will not marry your gallant hussar.' At the end, add: Said Edward, 'Your friends, you must watch over them, or else you will be forever destroyed, they will leave no part of you behind, so pray that my company will spare you.' She said, 'Honestly, I have my uncle's gold in store, as soon as we are no longer apart, I will marry my gallant hussar. 'As I looked at every beautiful feature, tears fell from every eye; I will marry this beautiful creature, To abandon the cruel war,' she cried. So now they are united, Friends think of them, now they are far away, Crying, 'God bless you, now and forever, young Jane and her gallant hussar.'
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Gals O'Dublin Town, A
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The Shenandoah By Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 175. Apparently sung by Johnny Clark. It's from a famous American ship, to New York we're going; our captain is an Irishman who belongs to the city of Dublin, and when he beholds that land and that city of great renown, that green burgess and the crownless harp come unstuck. (2 additional verses)
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game keeper music
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 82, pp. 210-213. "Sung by James Noseworthy, Green Island Brook, June 1960. "Come all good people who live in our settlement, please pay attention and listen to me. It's about a ranger, and what a cool trick he played on me. We sailed to Bear Point and dropped anchor; We saw some salmon because the water was clear. And Stan, he looked up and said, "It's not too late; I think we'd better take a tour here." "(Verses 1, 3 of 19.) (The melody is for verse 3; there is no indication of how verse 1 will be sung.)
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Gan a Kye Wi'Me
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 138-139. Gan to the kye with me, my love, Gan to the kye with me; Over moor and wood I'll sing you songs: Cushie, your pet, is lowing round your poor eldest's shed, with tears in his eyes, for little Colly lies dead. Gan to Kye, etc. All the excellent herd of cattle Thy watchful father had, after their fall in battle By the rebel chiefs they were preserved: The cattle are now all our property, Abandoned by their father's will; However, if we take care carefully, we can earn even more. They gained the Kye, &c.
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Garden Gate, The
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 78, p. 195. From a notebook in the hands of the Reverend Franklin Eddy. The day was gone, the moon was shining, The village clock struck eight, Young Maria ran joyfully To the garden gate. There was no one to make her sad. The door was there, but the boy was not, which made young Mary say and sigh, "She was a poor, sad girl like me!" (3 additional verses)
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collecting mushrooms
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The Maid Gathering MushroomsFrom the Robert Cinnamond recording (IRRCinnamond02: "Love Songs"FOLKTRAX-158). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. - BSR Rising early from bed, across the fields I drove O When a lawnmower came along And there appeared a very pretty maiden O Because her head was bare I declare, She had neither hat nor feather And stooped so low that she let me know That it was mushrooms she was picking O Chorus Oh the picking O, And she bent so low she let me know It was mushrooms she was picking O Where are you going, I say, darling? Why do you wake up so early? ground covered with dewBefore -sun- -pink- quite OFor modestly she answered meAnd raised her head once And said I'm picking mushroomsTo make my mother's ketchup. like a feather O hers And her lips gently found mine And the two of us sat together O The words indicated by -word- are tentative readings. right before the seeder', which doesn't make sense, so I reconstructed a usable equivalent sonic pla. [I could offer "before the sower came" or similar as another possibility, but I admit that "the sun came up a lot" is more likely. -RBW]
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gathering reeds
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 22, p. 54. Compiled from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. Song fragment probably originally in Gaelic. hard to reject you, though you led me astray, I'll go with you even knowing, I'll spend my days in mourning.
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general monroe
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General Munroe (2) By James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), #19, pp. 60-61. Source not indicated. My name is George Campbell, aged 16 I fought for old Erin, her rights to keep, and endured many a battle, led by that hero General Munroe. But Munroe, tired, went to bed. to sleep he gave a woman ten guineas the secret to keep, when she got the money the devil tempted her so she sent for the cavalry and surrounded Munroe. (Verses 1, 6 of 10)
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General Scott and the Veteran
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #13, pp, 69-71. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1941. A crippled and elderly War Department veteran arrived. He saw the chief who led him through the field of pain of many, the chief who shouted "Forward!" where our banner was, and held the stars and stripes aloft behind the flying enemies. , And tell Putnam by his side, or perhaps General Wayne, There goes old Billy Johnson who fought at Lundy's Lane. "If he shoots Pickens, let Colonel Commander put me to the wall with a pole in my hand. There are no odds as high as cannon smoke or bullets can fly, I'll hold the stars and stripes aloft and I'll keep it." them until I die." "I'm not that weak, but I can hit, and I've got a good old pistol. Put me within reach of the traitors' hearts, and I'll take them out one by one! Your miniature rifles and those weapons aren't worth trying, I I couldn't subdue them or keep my gunpowder dry." and I would fall flat on my face, My soul would go to Washington and north to Arnold's house. "God bless you, comrade," said the chief, "God bless your loyal heart. Woe to the hand that dares to cut you down!"
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good annie
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From the score published in 1856 by Firth, Pond & Co. Title page inscribed FOSTER'S MELODIES No. I'm gone, poor me! like the many that bloomed in the summer of my heart. We will never see you again; Shall I never hear your captivating voice again when spring comes, sweet Annie, when the wildflowers are strewn across the plain? mix your perfumes in your tomb. oh! the hours grow sad as I ponder near the silent place where you lie, and my heart bows as I wander the streams and meadows where we lost our way.
File: R701
Geordie Gill
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 110-111. Of all the boys I see or know, there are some I like about others; Neyr is more in his war rags than others who have not dressed in their best, the heart of a body, the edge of a body, and can go where they please; If I had ten where I want them, I'd give them to Geordie Gill. (4 additional verses)
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Geordie lost her mind
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, post 193, May 18, 2022. By user John5918. It is believed to have been learned "nearly forty years ago". Wor Geordie, lost his pen, Wor Geordie lost his pen, Wor Geordie lost his pen, doon the double raa.Lo lost doon the cundi (x3), doon the double raa. Wor Geordie couldn't go look for it (x3), do double raa. Sae went and looked for a clathes prop (x3), do the double raa. He hit with the cundi (x3), do the double raa. he couldn't go look for it (x3), do double raa. Sae went to get a terrier (x3), do the double race. He tied to the clathes support (x3), doing the race double. He hit oop the cundi (x3), doon the double race. But still he couldn't go look for it (x3), doon the double raa. Sae went and got some dynamite (x3), doon the double race. He tied it to the terrier (x3), doon the double breed. your bloody pocket (x3), double doon and race.
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Jorge Mann
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History of George Mann By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 122, pp. 276-277. From the inscription on the back of a photograph, supposedly of Mann, in the possession of Mrs. Lydia Lormer of Dalton, Ohio.1. My name is George Mann. This name I will never deny; It leaves my grieving old father to cry. It's little he thought While in my youth, He brought me to Kansas To meet my fate.2. It was Gustave Ohr and that old man lying on a bed covered with moss, when Ohr quickly jumped on him and hit him on the head. He hit him with a hitch pin, which killed him, causing his beloved, beloved wife to pull away from her husband.3. He's the one, because he murdered him. John Whatmaugh is the last to kill. He murdered him with a safety pin, then quickly turned and ripped his clothes off, dragging him to the ground.4. He said, "Now, I've killed him, now let's go, because if they find out, it's going to be an unlucky day for me." So we hurriedly fled to Beloit, Thinking of escaping; But the hand of God was against us -- Indeed, we arrived too late.5. The day of my execution It will be painful to see my father, coming from Kansas, To say one last goodbye. He flew into my arms And wept bitterly Saying: "My dear, beloved son, Today you are doomed to die."6. Now that my life is over, I must leave this world, because I feel my misfortune in my heart. Let every wild and wicked youth take a warning from me: be guided by your parents and avoid bad company.
File: E122
George Ridler's Oven
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 421-422. It is said to be based on a version of Notes and Queries; date not reported. The two who built George Ridler's kiln, And all the keam of the Bleakney quaar, And George was an old mon, And his yad grew above his yare. I must comment on one thing about George Ridler, And that was remarkable;
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The Phantom Bride, The
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From the collection of Frank C. Brown, Volume II, No. 58, pp. 216-218. Compiled from "Mrs. Greybeal" circa 1920.1 Oh Mary dear, leave your sorrow And grieve not so; Your beloved dear met death More than a year ago.2 Your brother John went to court; He knelt down: 'I have really loved you for many years; Oh, don't you want to marry me?'3 Her black dress was pushed to the side, she put on a green dress; She promised to be his girlfriend. She upstaged the queen of the country.4 The wedding day came bright and bright, And they went to church. The youth danced, the children laughed, All was inclined to pleasure.5 He himself mounted her on a milk-white steed on a leaping roan. They rode across the fields to his brother's house.6 His brother's bride, his brother's house, his brother's prancing horse, You stole them all, bold John Gordon; You will surely feel remorse.7 As he rode through the trees towards his home, The wind blew cold and hard; He thought he heard a groan.8 'What is that sound, O dear husband? He groans like a dismayed heart. "It's the wind," said John Gordon, "so don't be afraid."9 That night, she lay down beside him on a featherbed. The wind was blowing cold and the wind was blowing hard. She saw that her hand was red.10 The wind was blowing cold and strong, making a frightening sound. He heard the gallop of a steed leaping across the ground.11 He heard the sound of the dead man's voice: My brother stole my bride, stole my house and stole my land, stole the red tide of my blood. 12 My bones lie white on the rocks At the foot of a dark, dark valley. He pushed me off the high rocky cliff. Everything pale in the moonlight. I take my girlfriend, you take the rest. She heard the dead man moan.14 She saw him standing beside her bed All in the pale light of the moon. 'Oh, come with me, my betrothed bride; Thou shalt not despise my love.'15 Morning came; John Gordon woke up, woke up to find her gone. He searched the house, he searched the grounds; The search continued for days.16 They found her bones in the dark valley along with those of her lover. 'She was his girlfriend,' said the seekers; “She never loved her brother.
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dama de banjo
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 45. From William Laurie's song, Sailor's Snug Harbor. Apparently combined two different interpretations of this singer. Solo: Oh, this is the day we play the banjo, Chorus: Dance girl, give me the banjo! Solo: Oh, dat banjo, dat tal-la-tal-la-wan-go, Chorus: Dance, gal, banjo gimme! (6 additional verses)
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Gin Gang Goolie
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De LibraryThingCampSongsThread, pubicidad 4, 28 de agosto de 2021, publicada pelo utilizador John5918.Gin gang, goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha, Gin gang goo, Gin gang gooHeyla, heyla sheyla, Heyla sheyla, Heyla, ho! Heyla, Heyla, ho! Shallywally, Shallywally! Shallywally, Shallywally! Oompah-oompah! ¡Oompah-oompah!
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Gladys Kincaid (II)
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From the collection of Frank C. Brown, Volume II, No. 297, pp. 687-688. Compiled by Effie Tucker; date and location unknown.1. Come all you good people and hear, if you will, the fate of Gladys Kincaid, who worked in the stocking factory.2. Coming home from work, Gone with the day's work, Unaware of the danger She lurked on the road.3. In an ambush lay the black; His lust began to grow. He did this horrible act, Too horrible to say.4. He was declared outlawed. Men started looking for him; But he evaded his pursuers for just over a week.5. He was eventually discovered in a lonely, hidden place, and when he tried to flee, he was shot down.6. They took him to court and placed where everyone could see the body of Broadus Miller, because he was a great friend.7. Go say it in the field, black and white alike, that old Burke County will always stand up for what's right.
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Glendy Burk, El
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From the score published in 1860 by Firth, Pond & Co. Title page inscribed Foster's Melodies No. 48 The Glendy Burk A Plantation Melody Written and Composed by STEPHEN C. FOSTER The Glendy Burk is a fast and powerful boat, with a fast and powerful captain as well; he sits on the roof of the hurricane and watches over the crew. I can't (sic.) stay here, because they work too much; I am forced to leave this city; my back when Glendy Burk goes down. Hey! to Louisiana! I am forced to leave this city; I'll get my rags and put them on my back when Glendy Burk comes down. Glendy Burk's got a funny old crew, and they sing the boatman's song, burn the pitch and the pine knot too, to push the boat along. The smoke rises and the engine roars And the wheel turns and turns, Good luck to you! Because I'm going for a ride when Glendy Burk comes down. I'll work all night in the wind and storm, I'll work all day in the rain, until I find myself back on the New Orleans pier. I mow here in the hay field And hit my head with the flail, I go there where they work with sugar and cane And roll up the cotton bale. My beloved is beautiful as a rose, I will meet her on the way. I'll take her back to the sunny old south And I'll make her stay So don't (sic.) You worry baby, oh! Don't worry, Miss Brown. I'll bring it back before midweek when Glendy Burk arrives.
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Glorious Wedding, One
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, No. 182, p. 510 Provided by Miss Eleanor Keim; the collection date is not specified. I will sing a comic style song. If it doesn't make you laugh, it will certainly make you smile. It's a wedding, a glorious event. Since I was the boyfriend, it happened. To be there. Chorus: In the mountains, under the earth, Where sweet tobacco can never be found; As long as I can remember, I'll never forget The night I married the cross-eyed pet. All about the place I will tell you if I can; I start at the beginning and stop where I started: the cider. and they put beer on the table, as far as could be seen with both eyes closed. Old John McGill stuffed himself like an egg; he fell in the corner and broke his peg leg; he yelled at a doctor, "Shut up," said Johnny Green, "You don't want a doctor; what you need is a carpenter." Before you could blink, he made it disappear. The beer owner was so pleased with the joke that he expected Dick to die of paralysis; They chattered and babbled and from the words came to rappings; They kicked each other until their toenails fell off.
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Enter and exit through the window
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, Article No. 63, pp. 128-129. From New York. Round and round in the valley, Round and round in the valley, Round and round in the valley, Since we're all so merry. Enter and exit through the windows, Since we are all so happy. face your lover, for we are all so merry. I have so much love to show you as we are all so happy.
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'Cause Love Has Gained the Day, as recorded by Kelly Harrell in Victor 23649 [1929]. The label, unable to understand the lyrics, released it as "Cave Love Has Gained the Day". (!) Transcribed by Robert Waltz Go find your lover like I did, Go find your lover like I did, Go find your lover like I did, For love won the day. I'd give ten cents to kiss her, (x3) 'Caze love won the day. I'd walk fifty miles to see her, (x3) 'Caze love won the day. I've got some sweets to give you, (x3)'Caze love has won the day. I'll try to master it on Saturday, (x3) 'Caze love won the day. Bought her for a whole penny, (x3) 'Caze love won the day. the other compadre (x3)'Caze love won the day. Let's fly to get married on Christmas (x3)'Caze love has won the day.
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Go to San Pedro
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 149, p. 315. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio. "Go to Saint Pether, or send him a letter, and tell him if he loves me to flee or if he cannot come, send good Saint Dorsanto defeated." the Protestant drumhead. Water, water, more water every hour, we'll sprinkle the papists each one. We will send more crosses to make up for your losses and relics to hoist the Protestant drum. Papa that his legions were batting, As soon as he sat down to his tay, He dropped his cup and saucer, causing a piastre, And said, "My dear cardinal, what shall I do?" When Maria of Hungary heard the news that her legions had fallen and dared not be seen, the belt gave way before she could say, "Give me some drink to ease my pain".
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crossing the mountain
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #121, pp. 293-294. From Frank Proffitt's song, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1959. Over the mountain, Oh, goodbye, Over the mountain, Hear my banjo say. I've got my rations on my back, My gunpowder is dry. I'm going over the mountain, Chrissy, don't cry. (4 additional verses)
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Leaving the cotton fields
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 121-122. "Copy provided by Sallie Little Hatton." I'm leaving the cotton fields, I'm leaving the cane, I'm leaving the old log cabin on the road. Chorus [Verse 4 continues!] I'm leaving the cotton fields, and oh, it makes me sigh, and when the sun goes down tonight, I must say goodbye. But Dinah, she doesn't want to do it, she says she's getting old, down in Kansas, the country is so cold. The flowers that bloom where the master sleeps Will miss my affection; help the children a little before you die, so that when the sun goes down tonight, I must say goodbye. (Verses 1, 5, 10, 12 of 12)
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Golden Tale, The (The Magi)
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The Three Kings By Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, #107, pp. 448-450. Source not listed; probably ultimately from Mrs. Bodleian. INNow is Christmas and come, Father and Son together in one, Holy Spirit let us be in Infere-a; God send us a Happy New Year! III you would sing, because and I could, It's beautiful to look at as a child; His mother gave birth to him this weekend night. So quiet And as was his will. (12 additional verses)
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Golden Slippers (I)
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Oh dem Golden Slippers! The above is the title on the inner page; for the cover, see below. From the score published in 1879 by John F. Perry & Co. Title page inscribed1. Take me back to Old Virginny. (Music and chorus.) 4 2. In the morning, in bright light. (End of song.) 4 3. Oh dem Golden Slippers. (Song and chorus.) 4Words and music by JAMES BLAND, from Sprague's Georgia Minstrels.1. Ah, my gold slippers are in storage, Kase I won't wear them until my wedding day, and my long tail coat I loved so much I'll wear in the car at dawn; And my long white robe I bought last June, I'll change it because it wore out too soon, and the old gray horse I used to drive, I'll hitch up to the wagon in the morning. CHORUS Oh, dem gold slippers! Oh those golden slippers! The golden slippers I am willing to wear, because they look so elegant; Oh those golden slippers! Oh dem gold slippers! Ise gwine golden slippers to wear, to walk on the golden street.2. Oh, my old banjo hangs on the wall, though it hasn't been tuned since last fall, but all the dark ones say we'll have fun when we get in the wagon in the morning; Old Brudder Ben of Dar and Sister Luce, Dey will telegraph the news to Uncle Bacco Juice, What a great picnic that day will be, When we get into the wagon in the morning.3. So goodbye, children, I'll have to go, where the rain doesn't fall or the wind doesn't blow, and your coats, well, you won't need them when you ride the wagon at dawn; But your golden slippers must be nice and clean, and your age must be only sixteen, and you will have to wear your white kid gloves when you get into the wagon in the morning.
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Golden Vanity, The [Child 286]
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The Goulden Vanitie Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 43-45. The immediate source is not clearly indicated. There was a brave ship, and a brave ship was she, Eck Iddle Dee and Lowlands Lowlands. And they called her "The Goulden Vanitie", as she sailed to the lowlands. a league, a league, but only three Eck, &c., when he arrived with a French galley, as he sailed, &c. The boy spoke, he spoke, Eck, &c. If I smell that French galley? As you sail," etc. The captain spake, he spake, Eck, etc., "We will give you an estate in the north country," As we sail, etc. "Then row me in a black bull-skin, Eck, etc. ., and cast me on deck, sink or swim, as it sails," etc. skin: Eck, etc., and cast it on deck, sink or sink, (sic.) as it sails," etc. Farther and farther, And upon him walked, Eck, &c., Till he came with the French Gale, as they sailed", &c. Oh! some were playing cards, and some were playing dice: Eck, &c., when he brought an instrument*, he pierced thirty holes twice! As they sailed," &c. Then some ran in capes, And some ran in caps, Eck, &c., To try whether they could seal the curtains of salt water, As they sailed", &c. Round and round, And he went, Eck, &c., unto them returned to the Goulden Vanitie, as they sailed, etc. Eck, etc., and try me as guided as your word, "While you sail," etc. frame: Eck, etc., nor will we prove you as true as our word. " As we sailed, "etc. Far away spake the little cabin boy, Far afar spake he, Eck, &c., "Then hang me, I'll sink you as I sunk the French Gallee, While you sail," etc. But they cast him off with a rope, and lifted him up in construction, eck, &c., and showed him far better than his word: as they sailed," &c. (ablackletter) from the rest of the song; it looks like they are a modification of the original boards.
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Goober Peas
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From the score published in 1866 by A. E. Blackmar. Inscribed title page GOOBER PEAS WORDS | MUSIC BY | BYA. PINDAR, ESQ. | P. NUTT, ESQ.1. Sitting by the side of the road on a summer day, Talking with my dinner buddies, passing the time, Lying in the shade under the trees, oh my god, how delicious, eating goober peas! Chorus. Green peas! Green peas! Green peas! Green peas! eating goober peas! My God, what a delight to eat goober peas! When a horseman passes, it is the rule of soldiers to shout at the top of their voices, "Sir, here is your mule," but another pleasure more delicious than these is to spend your pinwheels eating goober peas! 3. Just before the battle, the general hears a fight, says "the Yankees are coming, I hear the rifles now", he turns around in amazement, and what do you think he sees? Georgia militia, eating goober peas! 4. I think my song is almost long enough, the theme is interesting but the rhymes are too gross, I wish this war would be over when I'm free of rags and fleas. We kissed our wives and girlfriends and ate peas. a closing quote.
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good old bilge yarn
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From Fred High, Old, Old Folk Songs, p. 36. Text reproduced as printed. Things keep breaking everyday somewhere on the farm. Guys waste a lot of time like this and do a lot of damage. But someone corrects the loss and pulls us out of the mud. using basement wire. ChorseGood old basement wire, good old basement wireYou can weld your chains away from home without expense or firethe man who says he sucks sure he's a liarWhy the hell would we all do without our basement wire (3 extra stanzas) Probably anyway, given the spelling, it's hard to say...)
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Good old Maine State, the
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The Good Old State of Mains (Henry's Concern) By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #18, pp. 99-101. From the song by James Brown of South Branch. Apparently collected in pieces at folk festivals. Come all you Bushmen, pay attention until I tell you about my experience in the hardwood forests within the greatest state. Its snow-capped hills and meandering creeks, Its mountains, rocks and plains will find it very different from good old Maine.* Listed in notes as a "granite" error; NewHampshire is "the granite state". (10 additional verses)
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Goodbye Liza Jane (I)
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 51. "[D] of Chicago's C. W. Loutzenhiser's Collect." fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, As far as he could. Oh! it's goodbye Liza Jane.2 Our goose swallowed a snail, and its eyes bulged with wonder, Our goose swallowed a snail, and its eyes bulged with wonder, For horns grew on its tail, tail, tail, tail, tail, tail and blow it all up. Oh! it's bye Liza Jane.3 My girl walked across the bridge, lest she get her feet wet, My girl crossed the bridge, lest her feet wet, Well, she didn't cross the bridge, but she would, she would, she would, I I would, I would But the bridge is not built yet. Oh! It's Goodbye by Liza Jane.
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Goose, Goose, Goose
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Goosey goosey goose, where shall I roam? he grabbed his left leg and threw him down the stairs.
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Gospel Boat (I), The
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The Gospel Ship By Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 75-77. Furnished by Celeste Hazen, from a copy made by or for Amanda Culver, apparently in 1831. The Gospel Ship is sailing, The Ark of Safety is now at hand; Over sinners, Jesus flies. Improve your day for free. glory, glory, hallelujah! Oh, there will be glory, when we, the Lord, embrace each other. (10 additional verses)
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Gossip Gathering, The
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #90, pp. 106-108. Spelling is mostly Dyboski, with abbreviations unmarked and obsolete letters modernized. (This text uses thorn and yogh, making it appear older than most of Hill's texts, implying he took it from an older manuscript or printed source.) myne?] I'll tell you a full good sport, like gossip los gader in a type, Ther seke bodies to comfort Whan met on the track or street, God gossipis myn. half the substance, but nevertheless sum up what there is of government of it. Fierce as I dare, I will declare, Good gossipis myn. (21 additional verses)
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Gra-mo-chroi. I'd like to see old Ireland free once more
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Gra Machree sung by Margaret Barry. Recorded in 1953 by Alan Lomax and based on Barry's recording "I Sang Through the Fairs" (Rounder 11661-1774-2). Last night I had a happy dream, though restless where I was, I thought again that a brave Irishman would set old Ireland free. And I was thrilled when I heard the cannons roar, O gra machree, I wish to see old Ireland free once more. (3 additional verses)
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(Unlisted title; set to "The Maid in Bedlam") By James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, No. 46, pp. 47 (the first of two items listed as "To the anterior Tune") As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the condition of the facsimile). As I wandered along the banks of the Banna, one night in May, the birds, in the happiest notes, vocalized each time they left: they sang their little notes of love, they sang them incessantly. oh! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore. let the blue spread over the fields, such fragrance lies in her bosom whom I adore, ah! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore. thus doomed me to be a slave to Molly's cruel love and hate. Molly darling; oh! Why did I believe? Yes, who could have thought that such tender words were meant to deceive. That love was all I asked on earth; no, heaven could not give more. Oh! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore. Oh! if I had all the flocks that graze on that yellow hill. Or if the numerous herds that fill these green pastures overthrew me, With their master I would gladly share my cattle and my store of wool, Ah! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore. Two turtledoves, in my head, fat making love on a branch, I envy their happiness, watching them peck and coo; he once showed me so much affection, but no, alas! it's over. Oh! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore. So farewell, my dear Molly, your loss I will still mourn; as long as life remains in Strephon's heart, 'it will beat only for you. Even if you are false, may heaven grant you its best blessings! Oh! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo molly astore.
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From a score published in 1876 by C. M. Cady. Title page inscribed Grandfather's Clock Song and Chorus WORDS AND MUSIC BY HENRY C. WORK1. My grandfather's watch was too big for the shelf, so it sat on the floor for ninety years; He was half the height of the old man himself, though he didn't weigh a penny more. It was bought the morning of the day he was born, And it was always his treasure and pride; But he stopped, never again, when the old man died. CHOIR. Ninety years, no sleep (tic, tick, tick, tick), the seconds of your life numbered (tic, tick, tick, tick). ), he stopped suddenly, never to return, when the old man died.2. Watching his pendulum swing back and forth many hours passed as a child; And in childhood and adulthood the clock seemed to know And share both its pain and its joy. Because it was twenty-four hours when he walked through the door, With a beautiful, full-blown bride, But he stopped, never again, When the old man died.3. My grandfather said that of those he could hire, Not so faithful a servant did he find; Because he wasted no time and had only one desire: at the end of each week to be rolled up. Holding his place, without a frown on his face, And his hands never swinging at his side; But he stopped, never to return, when the old man died.4. An alarm sounded in the dead of night: an alarm that had been silent for years; And we knew his spirit was starting to take flight, that his time had come to go. Still, the clock chimed, with a soft, muffled chime, as we stood silently beside it; But he stopped suddenly, never to return, when the old man died.
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grandma's advice
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From "The Dime Song Book #2" (1860), p. 15. I was enchanted with my grandmother in that little blue one, she is the nicest little old woman I have ever seen, she gave me excellent lessons in prudence and care, she taught me all things about young people, care, about young people who must care, care for the boys, and she urged boys above all to be careful. These false youths they flatter and deceive, so, my dear Elize, you must not believe; in her trap, And her poor grandmother's cares are gone, Her poor grandmother's cares are gone, Her poor grandmother's cares are gone, And her poor grandmother's cares are gone. visa; But my grandmother's words ran through my head, and I couldn't hear a word she said, not a word she said, not a word she said, and I couldn't hear a word she said. A procession came It was little Ellis Grave, That's where we met a merry love; with joyous love she could not be afraid, it is better for you to marry than to die an old maid, than to die an old maid, than to die an old maid, better to marry than to die an old maid. what a fuss these old ladies make, I wish with all my heart they make a mistake; if all the girls of the guys were scared, then the grandmother herself would have died a spinster, she would have died a spinster, she would have died a spinster, then the grandmother would have died a spinster.
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Granny's Old Chair By Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, pp. 373-374. Compiled from a manuscript by Polly Morris of Yellow Branch, Pirkey, Virginia. Oh, my grandmother, she died at the age of eighty-three. (sic.) by the lawyers while everyone was beside her. 2 For my brothers it was discovered that I had left them one hundred pounds. I declare the same for my sisters (six). (6 additional verses plus a "final chorus")
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green on red
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From James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), No. 54, pp. 125-126. Source not indicated. Often, when our fathers saw red upon green, they would rise in rough but fierce formation, with sabers, spears and skis, and over many noble cities and many fields of the dead, proudly lay Irish green on English red (7 verses additional )
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From Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume I, p. 171, Text I. From Belfast. Green gravel, green gravel, your grass is so green, The fairest young maiden ever seen; We washed her, we dried her, we wrapped her in silk, And we wrote her name with a glass pen and ink. Dear Annie, dear Annie, her true love has died and we are sending you a letter to change your mind.
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Also from Gomme, pp. 171-172, text III. From Derbyshire and Worcestershire. Around the green gravel, the grass is so green, All the fair maidens are in sight, Wash them with milk and clothe them in silk, Write their names with a pen and gold ink. All but Miss "Jenny" her beloved died; he leaves for the wedding to turn his head back. Oh mother, oh mother, do you think it's true? Oh yes girl! Oh yes girl! So what should I do? We'll wash you in milk, clothe you in silk, and write your name with pen and gold ink.
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Also from Gomme, pp. 174, text XIV. From Oxfordshire. Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, The most beautiful young woman I've ever seen. As I went upstairs from Miss Betsey to buy a frying pan, there was Miss Betsey kissing her boyfriend. she took off her glove and showed me her ring, and the next morning the bells rang. Dear Betsey, dear Betsey, her true love is dead, he sent her a letter to turn her head.
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Vance Randolph's Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, p. 323, text B. Compiled 1930 by Elizabeth Waddell of Ash Grove, Missouri.
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #15, p. 71. Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, and all free masons (maidens) are ashamed (arranged?) to be seen. Oh Mary, oh Mary, your true love is dead, the king sends you a letter to turn your head back.
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The Beers family, from "The Seasons of Peace", sing a version similar to the previous one, in which the King sends a letter (to announce the boy's death, presumably in a war, probably the Napoleonic Wars); the girl is instructed to "bow her head". The key stanza reads: Miss Martha, Miss Martha, her love is found; it was just her stallion that fell to the ground.
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Marden Forfeit Song By Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, p. 206. From the song of the "bell ringers" in Marden; date not reported. O green grow the leaves of the acorn, (sic.) Some grow tall and some short; With this dispute and this jingle We will never agree, And the tenor of our song sounds happy. seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, and the tenor of our song sounds happy.
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Green growth eruptions, The
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From James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, No. 77, p. 78. There's nothing but care in every hand, In every passing hour, oh: What does man's life mean, And it wasn't for girls, oh. Green grow the eruptions, oh; Green grow the eruptions, O: The sweetest hours I spent, I spend them among girls, O. The warlike race may chase riches, And riches may still take them, O; And though they were finally caught, Their hearts can never appreciate them, O. But give me a cunning hour at every moment, My arms around my darling, O, And 'cautious worries, and 'cautious men, That a' gae tapsalteerie oh! For you, sae douse! You mock it, you are nothing but mindless idiots, oh, the wisest man the warrior ever saw, he loved girls so much, oh, the old nature swears, dear ones, her noblest work she ranks, oh, her apprentice Han tried the man, and then made the girls, O. The text above is as it appears in the facsimile of the 1853 edition. There are several other transcriptions. The version in William Beattie and Henry W. Meikle, "Robert Burns", gives the following variants (ignoring case, but including variant punctuation, except those involving :/; where the facsimile is unclear): Chorus PRECEDES the first verse 1.2: ev 'ry ] every 1.4: twere] 'twere; no ] na2.3: an(vid) ] an'4.1: hang up! ] douse,4.2: Ye'er ] Ye're4.3: warl' vio ] warl' e'er vio Furthermore, Wordsworth's text drops all commas before the word O. This variant is not mentioned): Chorus PRECEDES to the first line 1.4 : twere] 'twere; no ] na2.3: an(vid) ] an'4.1: hang up! ] douce,4.2: Ye'er ] Ye're5.3: try'd ] try'd=videtur, that is, this is what it seems to read.
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Greenland disaster (I), The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 48-49. From the second edition (1940) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. O tender Christian ears, I hope you will heed these few poignant verses I have recently written. Listen to my sad story; your pain will be renewed when I tell you of the hardships that befell the crew of the Greenland. They departed from the port of St. John all day 10 March, commanded by Captain Barbour, to search the ice fields; With colors flying happily, they gave three warm greetings, But watch what followed next, you'll soon hear. (11 additional stanzas) NOTE: Other versions significantly rearrange the first stanzas. Doyle (breaking the song into half stanzas) begins with stanza 2A, followed by 1B. They have several verses in common before they diverge again.
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Greenland Disaster (II -- Sad News Arrives), The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 50-51. From Peacock, Songs of Newfoundland Outports; compiled in 1951 by Jim Rice. Sad tidings come from across the sea from the main haunt, To fill the hearts of those they loved with sadness and pain. With grief and pain, To fill the hearts of those they loved with grief and pain. Oh, it's been less than three short weeks today since they left their homeland, but they all, unfortunately, never returned to their friends. To never see his friends again, but everyone, alas! your friends no more. (7 additional verses)
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Greenside Wakes Song, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 407-408. Source not indicated. It's Greenside awake, we've come to town to show you a big name in the sport; and if my old wife lets me get started, I'll show you how fast I can turn. Step on the wheel, step on the wheel, dan, don, dell, O'You brag, but I don't think it's true, Because I will defend that your faults are not few; very difficult, of that I'm sure, your work is very poorly done, step on the wheel, step on the wheel, dan, don, dell, O.' (3 additional verses)
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From the oldest known print in "A Handful of Pleasant Delights" (1584). As printed in Norman Ault's Elizabethan Lyrics from the Original Texts (1949), pp. 86-89. The spelling was modernized by Ault. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but Lady Greensleeves. Oh my love! evil you make me throw away with impoliteness: and I loved you so long, delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. I've been ready in your hand, To bestow anything you want. I set life and earth free, Your love and goodwill to have. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. I bought her juicers for her head, which were finely and gallantly worked: I kept them both at the table and by the bed, which cost my purse a lot. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. I bought you the best petticoats, the cloth as fine as possible: I gave you jewels for your bosom, and all this cost I spent on you. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Your silken robe, white and white, With gold embroidered magnificently: Your petticoat of sign law: so I bought you with great pleasure. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Your golden girdle so red, With pearls sumptuously adorned: As no other girl had, And still you did not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Your purse and your gay golden knives, Your gallant pin in plain view, The burghers' wives looked no better, And yet you would not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Her red stockings, all silk, with gold carved above the knee; your shoes white as milk, and still you don't love me. Greensleeves were all my joy, &c. The dress was rough green, Your satin sleeves fell down, That made you our harvest queen, And still you didn't love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Your garters fringed with gold, And the silver gables hanging, That made you happy to behold, And still, you did not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. I gave you my happiest horse, To ride where you would; No lady was so brave, And still you wouldn't love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. My men were dressed in green, And they always waited for you: All this was gallant to behold, And still you loved me not. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. They installed you, they overthrew you, They served you humbly; Your foot may not once touch the ground, And you still wouldn't love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Because every morning, when you got up, I sent you sweets in order, to cheer your stomach from all ills, and you didn't love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. You could wish for nothing earthly But still you had it easily: Your song yet to play and sing, And still you loved me not. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. And who paid for all that fear That you spent when it pleased you? Even I who am rejected here, And you disdain to love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Well then, I will pray to God on high, that you may see my constancy, and that once before I die, you deign to love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c. Greensleeves, now goodbye! bye! God, I pray you prosper: for I am still your true lover. Come once more and love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but Lady Greensleeves.
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Greenwich Boarder, The
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From John Ashton, Royal Sailor-Songs, Leadenhall Press, London, 1891; reprinted by D. N. Goodchild, Philadelphia, 2006, insert #52. It was on the good ship Rover that I sailed around the world, and for three years and beyond never touched British lands. I finally landed in England, left the main ocean roar, found all my kin trapped and went back to sea. , when we reached Cape Ortugal, a gale blew from the coast. (5 additional verses)
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Greer's Forest
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Down By Gruyer's Groves From a recording by Robert Cinnamond (IRRCinnamond02: "Love Songs" FOLKTRAX-158). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. -BSOne night on my walks through Greer's GroveWhen Cupid in an ambush he bent a bowWhen Cupid in an ambush he bent a bowAnd shot me again and again in the [?]' tarnel (eternal?) Tell me, my little girl, my joy and delight. If only I could stay half the night. Or if I could get lodging until [ontil = Ulster pronunciation] let it be day. I would leave long before dawn. The first thing he took me to was his own room, where two of his cronies were sitting on the bed cot. I couldn't say a dry word And a glass for young Johnny I thought it would be nice In my pocket was the damn penny I stood a little in the middle of the floor I asked her to show me the way to the door And with loads of love I I left her on the ground I went down the road that morning Now Johnny's old mother is home in mourning, Wondering if her dear son won't come home Oh Johnny, dear Johnny, are you my son? Or is it your ghost in the morning? And the neighbors gathered in Johnny's room And they say poor devil he's out of tune Och they say poor devil he's out of tune We're afraid he's got a side in the fight Oh mother dear mother they're dead wrong Down with Frank Rampar of Mullen [ Ulster = wall or bench] I fell on my head And my hump [rump is] all broken and I'm bad And I'll hardly be alive till it's morning Come all you young suitors Watch out young Nancy for she'll take you So , she will lift her heel and perch on her toe and pick it up in the morning. [neb = Ulster Nose]
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Grey Cock, The, or, Saw You My Father [Niño 248]
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O Saw ye my Father, by James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #76, pp.77. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). Oh, have you seen my father, or have you seen my mother, or have you seen my true love, John. I didn't see your father, I didn't see your mother, but I saw your true love, John. Now it's ten o'clock at night, and the stars don't give light, and the bells are ringing, ding dong, he's a little late, which makes him stay, but he goes. be here soon. Grumpy old Carl did nothing but snarl, and Johny's face turned red; however, although he often sighed, he never answered a word, until everyone was asleep in bed. , and he goes to the door, and gently throws in the pin; the girl took the tent, went to the door, she opened it and let him in. It's my Johnny right! I don't have time to say, sae lang I like me, sae lang I will love you. beaten gold and its wings of silver gray. The rooster proved false, and it was false, because it manned an hour earlier; The girl thought it was the day, when she said goodbye to her love, and it was just a blink of an eye.
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Seagull Decoy, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 19, pp. 102-103. From the corner of John B. Stymiest, Tabusintac, 1947. At that time land was of little value so I secured two hundred acres And west I went to court And met Peggy Steward. When I get up and start whistling, you'll see all the seagulls flying around me, and they seem to nest in the sand, which is why they call me the Decoy Gull. (Verses 1, 9 of 9)
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Gustavo Ohr
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History of Gustave Ohr By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, no. 121, pp. 274-276. From the inscription on the back of a photograph, supposedly of Ohr, in the possession of Mrs. Lydia Lormer of Dalton, Ohio.1. My name is Gustave Ohr, The same name that I will never deny, That leaves my elderly parents From grief to tears. It's little they thought, While in my flower of youth, They brought me to America To meet my fatal destiny.2. In bad drinking houses I used to indulge myself, and consequently my associates invited me there. It was one day, as you will quickly see, that I was drawn into Mann's company by a bottle of whiskey.3. It was in the city of Alliance. As we traveled, Mann picked up an iron, commonly called a coupling pin. As we enter Webb's sugar camp, we all lie down to rest, when Mann comes up to me and says our chances are now the best.4. He says now we're going to stun him, get his things and go to New York City for the 4th of July. To Beloit, then, we hastily fled, Thinking of escape, but Providence's hand was against us, Indeed we came too late.5. So we were taken prisoner, And led to our damnation, To die on the gallows, All in our youthful bloom. Our trial moved swiftly forward, Condemned to our death, A death on the gallows, All hanging high.6. I am grateful to the Sheriff For his kindness to me, So is my noble lawyer Who tried to free me; And also to my clerics who made me think that there is a good and holy judge up there in the celestial sphere.
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Guysboro Song
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 119, pp. 259-260. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." passed. I've had some hardships and pains in my time, Oh, I've put them together and made the rhyme. (10 additional verses)
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Hans e Catrina
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From MacEdward Leach, The Heritage Book of Ballads, 1967, pp. 182-183. Source not indicated. In New York there lived a rich Dutchman; He had a good daughter, to tell you the truth. Her name was Katrina, sweet as a rose, and she had a great fortune in old Mose's hands. One day, as Katrina was drinking buttermilk, her father came up to her and said, "Now hurry up Katrina, he's going into the parlor, there's a young man waiting to ride with you." (6 additional verses)
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happy child, the
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 48-52. Said to be from the "Townsend Manuscript". You parents who have beloved children. To what I am going to relate, give ear. In Barnet lived a happy couple. A loving wife and a loving husband. very tenderly... (128 lines too many, a few lines missing, and either the song has changed format or the line-up is faulty).
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happy marriage, the
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From James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, No. 19, p. 20. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). The version compiled by SamHenry is similar but shorter, consisting of seven half-verses, approximately 1A+2A, 2B+4A, 4B+5A+5B. How blessed my time has been! What joys have I known Since the soft bondage of marriage made Jessy mine! So happy is my heart, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless and wandering a pain! and the girls have fun and play: How pleasant is their sport! the lewd see and borrow their glances from my Jessy and me. To prove her sweet temper, I am often seen feasting all day with the nymphs on the lawn: though my absence is painful, my doubts she seduces, And meets me at night with complacency and smiles. Though the rose in her cheeks fades, Her wit and good humor bloom all year round; her mind what he steals from her youth. You, so happy shepherds, who make love to trap and deceive, with false vows, the so credulous Beauty; in search of true pleasure, in vain you wander! you have to look at home.
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happy the soil
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As recorded by Burnett & Rutherford, Columbia 15187-D, April 2, 1927. Transcribed by Robert Waltz. Come back to me in my dreams, come back to me once more. Come with the light of love shining bright, as in the days of old. I wonder if you love me and if your heart is still true. When the spring roses bloom, I will come back to you. Somewhere a heart is breaking, calling me back to you. Memories of love are awakening every happy home again. Absence softens the heart, does the same happen to you? Are you still happy, I wonder, And are you lonely too? If you thought I was alone would you come back to me? Used to be. Absence makes the heart warmer, is that the case with you? Are you still happy, I wonder, And are you lonely too?
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happy playful jim
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #153,pp. 575-580. From the corner of Mary Avery. I am my father's only son, cheerful and lively, full of fun. All the girls kiss each other and call me sweet. Chorus: Get away now, stay away from me, I'm like a kite, you're gonna have to fly me, I can't sit still: come and string me up, happy, playful Jim, 'cause I'm my daddy's only son , me and my brother Joe (2 additional stanzas)
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firmly
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Hardyknute or The Battle of Largs By Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are from the 1993 Barnes & Noble edition), pp. 221-230. Source not indicated. He advanced majestically to the east of the wall. And she advanced majestically towards the west; a total of seventy years he had ever seen. With only seven years to spare. He lived when the transgression of the Bretons' faith devastated Scotland; and yes, his sword said, at your expense, he was your mortal faerie. On top of a hill stood his castle, with rooms and turrets. a height. And beautiful rooms, beautiful to behold, where he kept many a gentleman. His lady, so beautiful and matchless, for caste and beauty considered, does not exist in all the land, except Elenor, the queen. (40 additional verses)
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harry dating
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 375-376. Font not included. Harry courted the modest Mary, Mary was always energetic and airy; Harry was as clean as possible, but his words were harsh and his rags were muddy. ;] Mary spoke her words like Venus, but said, 'There is something I fear between us' (5 additional verses)
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He has bread and wine (English soldiers, Roman soldiers)
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My Fairey and My Forey By Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 40-41. Sung by sisters Mary and Serena Frye of Brookline, Massachusetts. Do you have bread and wine, my fairy and my fore? A little bread and wine, within the golden floor? Yes, we have bread and wine, my fairy and my fory, Yes, we have bread and wine, within the golden ground. Let's have a beer, my fairy and my forey, let's have a beer, inside the golden floor (10 additional verses)
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From Hammond-Belfast, pp. 24-25. Do you want to produce a fight? We are the rovers! Because if you want to pick a fight, Oh, we are the good rovers! Cops retire: Ha! Say oh! You had to go, you had to go, you had to go. There is! Say oh! You had to go, riding a donkey. The reelers respond: Daddy Raddy and we haven't won yet, Daddy Raddy and we just are! Daddy Raddy and we ain't beat yet A button for your Marley. (2 additional verses)
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We Are All King George's Men, by Greig-Duncan, Volume 8, p. 1600, text Ab. We are all King George's men, King George's men, King George's men; We are all King George's men, Matheerie and mathorie. wine ....(7 additional verses)
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As printed in Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland, Volume II, pp. 343-345, first text. Ellesmere's Shropshire Folklore, p. 518. We've come to take your land, we're the vagabonds! We come to take your land, [Although you are] the guardian soldiers. We care not for your men or you, [Although you] are the rovers! We don't care about your men or you, as we are the guardian soldiers. (12 additional verses)
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As printed in Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland, Volume II, pp. 345-346, second text. From Miss D. Kimball of Wrotham, Kent. We came for a glass of wine, we are the Romans! We've come for a glass of wine, we're King William's soldiers! We will not serve it with the wine, we are the Romans! We will not serve you with the wine, we are King William's soldiers! (6 additional verses)
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Have you ever heard singing geography?
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Copied by Agnes EE Kemmerer, of Limeport, Lehigh County, Pennsylvania, January 28, 1880. Handwritten copy furnished to me by Timothy Warke. Transcribed as accurately as possible from a digitized original a century and a quarter old: the lack of apostrophes, for example, is original, as is the line. Oh, have you heard geography sing? Because if not, it's in my language. Above the Earth in the air[1] that hovers, All covered with small green islands. oceans, gulfs, bays and seas; Channels and narrows, sounds, please; Big Archi-ipela-va too, and all these are covered with small green islands.2. All over the land there is water and land, Under the boats or wherever we are; And far beyond the ocean beach are thousands of small green islands. There are continents and capes (?), an isthmus and then a peninsula, a mountain and a valley, and a coast stretching (sic.) into the distance. And thousands of little green islands.3. Around the globe there are some [2] circles: From east to west they extend (sic.) around, Some go from north to extreme south Right over the little green islands. Great equator, two tropics, lines of latitude, longitude, also [3] bold polar circles and all that gothro' The thousands of little green islands.4. Oh! Don't you think it's cool to know about the sea and land like that? And how are the lines, the circles, Right over the little green islands. Now you hear how we can sing; That's today, all we can bring. Come[?] again and then here (sic.) they will sing the names[4] of the little green islands.[1] The first hand says "are"; corrected to "aire"[2] The first hand appears to read "sone", with "m" written over the "n"[3] The copy is difficult to read. The text can be "also", "two", or anything else.[4] The text is corrected here, with neither the text nor the correction being clear. The intended word is probably "names"; the original seems to read "namer".
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Green Hawthorn, The
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A mery Ballet of the Hathorne tre to be song after donkin dargeson From Peter J. Seng, _Tudor Songs and Ballads from MS CottonVespasian A-25_, Harvard University Press, 1978, #38, pp. 82-83. Derived from London folios 154-155, British Library MS.Cotton Vespasian A.xxv (67), folios 154-155 She was a maiden of my country, she came to the hathornetreas full of flowers as you can see, she marveled seeing the tree so green At last he asked for this Trehowe, this coolness came to his head, and every branch so fair and clean.
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Who is not happy, be happy
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 297-298. From Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellaneous. Whoever does not want to be merry, let him be merry, with a generous dish and a toast, let him be locked up in Bridewell and tied to a post: let him be happy, happy there, and we be happy, happy here; because who can know where we will go to be happy one more year? (3 additional verses)
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Luz do Sol Celestial (Sol Celestial)
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Heavenly Sunshine By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #80, p. 305. From Mrs. Henry Terbusch Oh sun, heavenly sun, Flooding my soul with divine glory, Heavenly sun, heavenly sun, Hallelujah, Jesus is mine. My Lord knows the way through the desert, Through the golden twilight, My Lord knows the way through the desert, Through the golden twilight, This is what he knows, my Lord, In all [ ...] My Lord knows the way Across the Wilderness, Through the Golden Twilight, (Apparently sung as a blend with "My Lord Knows the Way").
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Helena de Kirconnell
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Where Helen Lies, by James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume II, No. 155, p. 163. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). Oh, if I were where Helen is! Oh Helena, beautiful beyond compare, a lock of your hair loose, I'll wear forever, until my dying day. lap of the bird Helen, and she died because of me. Oh, you think my heart was right; my love collapsed and spoke nae mair; my sword unsheathed, I cut into very small pieces, I cut into very small pieces, in the fair readings of Kirkconnel. O Helen, chaste, now you are at rest, if I were with you I would be blessed, where you lie down, come down and rest in the fair lee of Kirkconnel. Would that my grave turned green, a sheet draped over my shoulders and me in Helen's arms, lying in the beautiful lee of Kirkconnel! I would like to be where Helen is. day in me she cries; Oh, that I were where Helen lies, in Kirkconnel's fair readings!
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hello, someone
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 46. From the music of Captain JamesP. Barker from Brooklyn, New York. Hello, someone, hello! There is Someone knocking at the garden gate; Hello, someone, hello! There is Someone knocking at the garden gate; Hello someone, hello! (1 additional verse)
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The Chicken and the Duck, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 473. "Sung 1934 by Mrs. John Lamberton, Belding." The hen said to herself one fine day: "Cluck, clock, the day is so beautiful that we are going to cross the street and call my neighbor and friend Dona Pata, Who lives by the beautiful creek, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck , cluck! And so they jumped in, but alas, they soon found out that the chicks were not ducks, for all the chicks were drowned. , peep - peep, peep - peep, peep. (verses 1, 6 of 6)
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Here lies a forlorn spinster
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 15-16. Sung by Fred Pullen of North Anson, Maine. A singing game of a very simple kind; players form a circle with a single girl in the center; she chooses a boy; salute; another girl goes downtown, etc. Here is an abandoned spinster, she is happy, she has lost her true lover and wants another just as kind; She wants another guy, sir, I want everybody to know, she's very well stocked, with forty-five strings on her bow, with forty-five strings on her bow.
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Hesleys, Los
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #163B, pp. 599-561. As Elwyn Davis remembers. There's a family that lives under the hill, and they talk about the neighbors, we know they'll talk, but the neighbors say they don't care, because they rarely go there. Chorus: The Hesleys, the Hesleys, we'll never go there again; The Hesleys, the Hesleys, we will never go there again. Old Mrs. Hesley has a long tongue; Old John's eyes look to the sun: His neighbors think he likes to care, 'Cause he stole one of Joe Hill's sheep. . Chorus: The sheep, the sheep, never go there again; The sheep, the sheep, will never go there again. (Verses 1, 3 of 8)
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Hey, the Cloak!
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From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), number XII, pp. 45-47. No source is mentioned, but Kinloch quotes a fragment from another version. like the mantle! Our gudeman saddled the baked bread and ran off And hey for a blanket of gude green hay. like the mantle! With his breeches on his head and his hat on his back, And he put on a mantle of green hay. Like the mantle! The Ilka tree was a mile from the other, And hey, a blanket of green hay. As he passed the mill gate, he heard psalms singing: Hey, the mantle! Like the mantle! As she passed the church door, she heard the sound of food, And hey, a blanket of green hay. like the mantle! "Ho!" She says the first: "I'll come face to face with our ass", And hey, for a blanket of green hay. There, twenty-four tailors riding in a pasture, Hey, the cape! like the mantle! "Ho!" says the first, "let's make her gallop", And hears a blanket of green hay. There's a war of twenty-four tailors playing ba', Hey, the cloak! Like the mantle! Upstairs began the beheaded and took from them, and hey, for a blanket of green hay.
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Great times at the store
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 84, pp. 216-217. "Sung by Leo O'Brien, Pinware, July 1960." Our bread fell short, and you all know it. And then to ballast the Lwo went. And there were good times in the store (3 additional verses)
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highland harry
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 209, p. 218. The source is not indicated; The tune claimed to be Highlander's Lament. My Harry was a merry gallant, Fu 'stepped stately across the plain; but now that he is banished far away, I shall never see him again. Chorus: Either for him back, Or for him back, I'd go to Knockhaspie land To Highland Harry back. fill, and oh, I wish you again. Oh, for him &c.O there were some villains hanging overhead, and ilka's body had its pain! Then I could see My Highlan Harry's joy again. Or for him etc.
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Taunted Marauder, OR [Leis L2]
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The Maid of Rygate Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 134-136. Flash font not included. Near Rygate lived a farmer, whose daughter went to market, fearing that no one would hurt her, because she used to walk up and down. There once fell among many a large quantity of wheat which he sold, having received the penny in shillings, guineas, and gold. He rode a little farther, but, fearing to meet with danger, he sewed it into his saddle, which was well upholstered with leather. He rode some more. , She met a thief on the road, A well-dressed and well-mounted thief, Who soon forced her to stay. Three blows then he gave you, Load the pistols you held against your chest, Your money this time delivered, Or else you'll die, I protest. This damsel was dreadfully frightened, as was poor Doby the steed, when she leapt from his back he ran home with great speed. , "girl, you must bear it with patience; I'll have your money and your clothes." Her backpack was doing, Her horse was making her hold; The poor girl was shivering and shivering, As if she was going to freeze to death. I will take it as part of my luggage as well. The girl, while holding the rein, began to be more afraid. Then he climbed into the saddle, as if he were a young man, as if he had his money: "Please follow me, sir, if you can." he swore and hit, finally his words were, "hi! Stay girl! and I'll give you your clothes." She says, "That's no big deal, you can have her, good lord, if you like." knees. He rode through hedges and ditches, The way home he knew well, She left him a bundle of coins, Five shillings' sum to count. It was frightening to see her get naked in her robe. "Oh daughter, come tell me about the matter, and how did you take so long?" sadness with joy, when in his trunk was found, in a bundle, a large sum of money, in all about eight hundred pounds. , Will certainly be a good wife.
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Hireman Chiel, O
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From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 480-486. Collected in 1908 from Robert Mellis, West Folds, Huntly. There was a gentleman, a brilliant baron, a bold baron that he was, and he had only one son, and he was a handsome young man. He brought him up in nine schools, he also brought him up in ten schools, and the boy learned to plow among his father's men. You have lands, forests, rents and gazebos, Castles and three towers; Go then, my son, and find some lady To share these gifts with you." "Yes, I have lands and forests, father, Castles and towers three. But what if she likes my land and rents me much more than she loves me? But I will find a wife who can please my son and prove her love before she leaves with me. So he took off his scarlet tunic, trimmed with bright gold, and put on the workman's tunic to ward off the cold. He left behind the studded sword that he could have drawn valiantly and bounded down the stairs, quick as a lost bird. He took a stick in his hand, which he knew how to wield with daring, and went whistling across the land like a manual laborer. There, Glen, there he saw a merry castle with nine or ten towers. He went directly to the dueling chamber and humbly said, "Do you have any kind of work for a day laborer like me?" Plow, plant and harvest the corn, and a' for the meat and the fee? "If you can get a good plow and plant the corn, by faith and truth, my knave for hire, let's hit a couple of rates." He reached into his pocket and brought out nine shillings. ;He says: "Take this, my manpower chiel, and come back here and have dinner." He did everything he could. he took it in his hand, his master loved him very much; and the young woman from the land fell in love with the boss of the workers. How many times did she try to smother the flame, and she wept bitterly, but still she loved the newsboy ohiel, so well that he pleased her e'e. She wrote a long letter, sealed it with her hand, and dropped it at the stable door, where this young man was. in love with you; and if you believe me worthy of your love, I will know the green of the garden. Upon reading the letter, she let out a very loud laugh; [1] He said, "If I run my business well, I'm sure I'll get my fee." In the evening they met behind a tree, Under the green garden, To tell the story among the flowers, And watch the sunset scene. The next morning, when the sun rose, she, with her beautiful Maria, walked towards the field to see the plow and find the worker there. To get up so early in the morning while the fields are wet with dew; hear the robins on the thorns and see the plow boy plowing. I have no other position but to hold my father's plow." I'm afraid it's too late to know her." lass, lat for 'your madness; if you come as a maiden to the green forest, you will return the same to me'. love, Shoulda couldn't sit or stand. [3] Dark and dreary night, no stars fluttered over the meadow, when the lady and her worker met under the green wood tree. He took the lady in his arms, embraced her tenderness and three times kissed her rosy lips. the green wood tree. "Hands off, young man," said he, "I marvel at you; the man who holds my father's plow to lay hands on me." my lovely lady, without a cheek; I never laid a hand on you until I saw your freedom. your satin gown." "If you tired of me so soon, why mention me here?" "I couldn't get enough of you, my dear, if tonight were a year." rose to part and meet, And tell their story again. "You will go home to the plow, Where you have been many times; I'll take my folded cloak And walk through the green garden. "The Baron and my dear mother will wonder what I mean; They'll think they've bothered me, when they see me seen. But that went on, and more, for two months and a day, until the news reached the bold Baron, and a furious man that he was. The baron swore a solemn oath, a furious man that he was: "In the morning before he eats or drinks, he will be hanged. He has sworn a solemn oath that I will be hanged." "Woe is me!" the lady said, "However, don't worry; if they touch the hair on your head, they won't do me any good. That man never stood in a courtyard Let me be hanged today. Your mother spoke from the door of her gazebo, An angry woman she was, "How impudent of you to quote her in the tree of the grove.", And a loud, loud laugh gave him: He says, "If she came like a maiden to the forest green, green, She returned the same to me." If she hadn't consented, she wouldn't have gone with me; You can marry your daughter whenever you like, she's no worse for me. time, until two months and one day, when a gentleman came, a brilliant baron, to woo this merry lady. He soon won the baron's will, as well as the merry mother; wooed and won the lady's love. slow degree. "Great, Efa' you, dear daughter, and you're happy to put your love on that great gentleman and let the workman p az." yon contractor chiel Than a' the gentlemen I see. "Morning came, and though the bells were ringing, and all for the repair of the church; and like a rose among the thorns stood this lady and her beautiful Marys in the field, Among the flowers so beautiful, Under a tree standing in the clear, the boss of the workers was there, I got it from you. "Oh, before you, boss of the workers, some bad death you might have; you could have told me your name, your fame and your country." "If you love me, my fair lady, While you protest, [2] Then turn your love away from this great knight, And reach out your hand to me." Then he spoke the baron merry, merry, And an angry man was he: "If only I knew she was loved. She was never loved by me." Riding high and riding through the valley, they saw her father swiftly following with fifty armed men. I never shall be. When they climbed that high, high hill, There, in the valley, They saw the golden chariot of her father, With five hundred knights. Come back and talk to me; you served me in prison for my daughter's sake, come back and take your pay." "Your blessing gives us instantly, that's all we wish from you; seven years I served you because of her, and now I have my fee."---[1] "gae": then Ord; i think the singer sang "gie"[2] "dee": i.e. "dae"[3] "should": read "She"?
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Great Vagabonds Convention, The
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 51-52. From John Stewart of Dorset, Vermont, but learned in Maine. Collected in 1930. If you'll pay attention, I'll mention some facts about a convention held last fall.
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pig farmers
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Swine-Herders From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #164, pp. 232-233. Text "A", apparently from North Carolina, is given here. Reproduced on pages 810-812 of B. A. Botkin, American Folklore. - And what are we going to lose here?” “Now this is my javelin that is by my side, and no muleteer can take it as a bride; You won't be able to stay here, I don't want to stay here. stay here." like a prisoner, My love, my love, my heart is above --We've held you like a prisoner, Below Galilee. So hold her and kiss her sweetly, M My love, my love, my heart is above ... Then hug her tightly and kiss her twice under Galilee.
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Spiny Bear, The
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 219-221. As recalled by Constance Upham of Andover, Vermont. I draw the attention of every merry sword. Stay still like a mouse and don't let anything be said. I'll sing you a song you'll be glad to hear, How recently two men had a fight with a bear. Chorus Mush a tuther a-la, Tuth-a-la, tuther-a-la. Mush-a-tuther-a-la. They were a certain Tabor Coombs and Sam Esterbrooks, not very handsome but very smart. It was in the mountains in Turkey, I think it was there, they had a terrible fight with a bear. ... 'It is the nature of bears to sacrifice themselves for their skin, but seeing that two rivals looked worse than he did, he jumped into a hemlock and looked at them, then with great dexterity he climbed up the bear. (Verses 1, 2, 8 of 10)
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lago hogan
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 6, pp. 37-38. Compiled by O. J. Abbott of Hull, Quebec, August 1957. Oh, come all you energetic young men who are here tonight, help me in my daring efforts as I write these few lines. It's about a gang of slum boys I want you to know about. They appeared Thomas Laugheren through storm, frost and snow. (7 additional verses)
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Holy Well, The
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From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, pp. 186-187. Apparently from Mr. J. Hancocks, Monnington, 1908. When one day it fell, on a clear and holy day, sweet Jesus asked his dear mother if he would come and play. (12 additional verses)
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homemade cloth
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As recorded by the Roanoke Jug Band, OKeh 45393, recorded October 18, 1929. Reissued on The New Roanoke Jug Band, "Play It for a Long Time", Copper Creek CCCD-2003. (The recording begins with violin breaks, then a conversation in which band members Ray Barger, Billy Altizer, and others meet and share beer.) Well, I never got drunk, except once, and I think it was on homemade liquor; if you drink a little beer you know exactly what it will do. I think I'll go home now and make a keg or two. Ick-poo, homebrew, you know exactly what you're going to do. Come on guys, I made my beer and I hope they say it's good. If it's not what it should be, I did the best I could. Come on, guys, let's have a drink and see what he does. Ick-poo, house brew, you know what you're gonna do.
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Homebrew Song, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 20, pp. 108-110. Of Wilmot MacDonald of Glenwood singing in 1947. Oh, come hear those lines I made up the other day, it was all about two happy boys who got lost in the woods. Enjoying outdoor pleasure, because what I say is true, We are the boys who make the whiskey that some people call homebrew. (9 additional verses)
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house in sight
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 82, September 21, 2021, as posted by user LadyLo. There is probably influence of printing. Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where a discouraging word is seldom heard And the sky is never clouded all day Home, home on the prairie Where the deer and the antelope play Where they seldom meet find I hear a discouraging word And the sky is not cloudy all day Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free And the breeze so soft and light I wouldn't trade my house on the summit For all the cities so bright Home, home In the mountain range Where deer and antelope play Where a word of dismay is seldom heard And the sky is not clouded all day How many times at night, when the sky is clear With the light of bright stars I stand there in wonder and wonder as I observe. Does his glory exceed ours? Home, home on the ridge Where the deer and antelope play Where a discouraging word is rarely heard And the sky doesn't stay cloudy all day This post prompted user John5918 to provide a parody he was familiar with (Post 84, 22 of September 2021): "Home on the Range" is one of many songs that have been adapted by supporters of one side or the other in Northern Ireland to promote their particular religious and political ideology. Most of the ones I know are Catholic/Republican, but this was a Protestant/Union effort. While it may be offensive to some, it is less offensive and violent than many of these types of adaptations and indicates the strong feelings on both sides. Oh, give me a home Where there's no Pope of Rome Where there's nothing but Protestants Where a word of dismay is seldom heard and the flute bands play 'The Sash' every day No, there's no Pope of Rome There isn't chapels that sadden my eyes There are no nuns or priests There are no rosaries Every day is July 12th...
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Moon of the Lamb, La (Al oeste de Late As I Did Walk)
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Ballet De Peter J. Seng, _Tudor Songs and Ballads from MS Cotton Vespasian A-25_, Harvard University Press, 1978, No. 22, pp. 42-44. Derived from London folios 154-155, British Library MS.Cotton Vespasian A.xxv (67), folios 150-142. Westward, late, as I walked, the primeval time of day was my chance to get here, the talk of two young men who say they were not married in the days of Kyrkethre, so long ago. el buen hombre malo hys wyffe to workenay soft quot she no hast for now / I wyll quod she / not work for the I have a god a voe / (10 additional stanzas)
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hook and line
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 157. As recalled by Fuson himself. Give me the hook And give me the line; Give me the girl. Call Caroline.
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Holy and Righteous (II)
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume II, No. 191, p. 199. The source is not indicated. Oh! What did I have to do to get married? My wife doesn't drink more than sack and canary; I complained to his friends from the beginning: Oh, gin! the wife drank alcohol and justice (the stanzas are not stated, but there seem to be eight more in this pattern)
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Hop-Joint, El
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 90. Apparently compiled by Mrs. Tom Bartlett from Marlin, Texas. I went to the club And thought I'd have some fun, Bill Bailey walked in With his forty-one! (Oh dear, why don't you come home?) The first time I saw him he was standing in the doorway of the bar. The next time I saw him, he was lying on the bar floor. (Oh honey, why don't you come home?) (2 additional verses, and probably more that the snitch wouldn't repeat)
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jumping peter
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(Untitled) Collected by Pamela J. Chance, Raleigh, North Carolina, from her father, Winton Lewis Chance, Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan (born July 27, 1920). He learned from his father, Floyd Alden Chance of Indiana. Aired on Ballad Index November 11, 2010. According to Winton Chance, its melody is not the same as the New Lost City Ramblers version. Where are you going? The skunk is on the wall blowing his nose. The frog is in the grass dressed in soldier's clothes. Mr. Chance can't remember the entire verse.
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joe the boy
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Ostler Joe De Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Beloved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 176-178. Presumably from some other print collection. I was on eve, when the sun was setting, near a tomb where lies a woman, who lured the souls of men to the shores of sin with the light of her malicious eyes, who sang the song that the siren sang. on the treacherous heights of Lurley, whose face was as fair as a summer's day and whose heart was black as night. The beautiful Annie Smith got married. Plump was Annie, plump and pretty, with cheeks as white as snow; he was anything but handsome, he was groom "Magpie", Joe. (Verses 1, 3 of 22)
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House burning in Carter County, The
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 108-109. Come all of you who listened with tenderness, I call your attention. I'll tell you how it started, come listen to everyone. gone and I am to blame." (Verses 1, 5 of 8)
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How Paddy Stole the Rope
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From Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 474-475. Presumably from some other print collection. There were once two Irish laborers; to England they came; they wandered in search of work from Liverpool to Dover. Pat tells Mick, "I'm tired of this; we've both been left in the lurch; and if we don't find a job, Dad, I'm going to rob a church." "What, I'm going to rob a church!" says Mick to Pat; "How dare you be so vile? Something is sure to happen as you walk down the hall. But if you go, I'll go with you; we'll get out safe, I hope; "Then if you listen, I'll tell you here how Paddy stole the rope (4 additional verses)
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hunt the squirrel
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #117, p. 168, first text. From Massachusetts. Reproduced on pg. 806 of B.A. Botkin, American Folklore. Hunt the squirrel through the woods, lost it, found it; I have a little dog at home, it won't bite you, it won't bite you, and it *will bite* you.
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Long live Baffin Bay
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By Margaret Bradford Boni, editor, _Songs of the Gilded Age_, piano arrangements by Norman Lloyd and illustrations by Lucille Corcos, GoldenPress, 1960, pp. 22-24. It was in the good ship Spitter that we sailed into Baffin Bay; Out to the ocean while the bulwarks ate some hay, The captain said, "Let's tie the ship however you want it to tie" And drank a pint of whiskey gasoline on the side. He had lost his breath, but it was soon restored. It was midnight in the galley, it was one o'clock on the docks, but by the star clock it was only half past nine. The first mate said, "Unhook the mules, we're passing a blockade." CHORUS Avast! tie! Long live Baffin Bay! We couldn't find the pole because the barber walked away. hip, live for baffin bay (1 extra verse and chorus)
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Cale to mouth dear
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 115, p. 285. "Sung by Peter Letto, Lance au Clair, July 1960." I am forty-five years old and my dear wife. He is twenty years younger than me. He likes to enjoy and all kinds of fun. a spree Lawty, tense, shut up my baby, Hail, my baby grows so much, Lawty, tense, shut up my baby, Mama will come to my baby little by little. One night, while my baby was peacefully sleeping, I took a short walk down the street and, to my surprise, my dear wife saw me hugging a sixteen-year-old soldier.
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I wish you good night (good night christian)
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Sleep, mother, sleep From Lonnie McIntorsh, registered Victor 21271, 1928. Transcript by Bob Bovee: Sleep, mother, sleep Lie down and rest You must lay your head On your savior's chest I love you, Lord my Savior. and my God Sleep Keep sleeping, keep sleeping. Keep sleeping, Father, keep sleeping. Lie down and rest. You have to lay your head on your savior's chest. I love you, Lord, my Savior and my God. Keep sleeping, sleep, keep sleeping. Lay down and rest You've got to lay your head On your savior's chest I love you Lord My Savior and my God Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on. I love you, Lord, my Savior and my God, sleep on, sleep on, sleep on (repeat lines)
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The Christian's Good-Night As recorded by Tom, Brad and Alice on "Holly Ding". The text of him is described as a four-verse subset of the Sankey brothers' version found in the 1938 Cokesbury Worship Hymnbook. he Sleep on, beloved, sleep and rest; Lay your head on the Savior's chest. The best, Good night, good night, good night. Lord, I wish you good night, good night, good night. Your sleep is long like a child's sleep, but you will no longer wake up to work and cry. Your rest is perfect, so pure and deep. Good night, good night, good night. Lord, I wish you good night, good night, good night. Until the shadows of this land fade away, Until he gathers up his sheaves at last, Until the gloom of twilight is overcome, Good night, good night, good night. Lord, I wish you good night, good night, good night. Until, beautified by divine love, You shine in the light of the Lord And he will bring that golden crown of yours, Good night, good night, good night. And I wish you good night, good night, good night.
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Christian "Good Nights" by Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 342-343. Compare with above. Sleep on, beloved, sleep and rest; Lay your head on your Saviour's bosom. We love you very much, but Jesus loves you more, Good night! Goodnight! Goodnight! Quiet is your dream like a child's dream, but you won't wake up to work and cry anymore. Your rest is perfect, safe and deep. Goodnight! Goodnight! Goodnight! Until the shadows of this land are gone; Till he finally gathers his sheaves; Until the twilight darkness has passed - Good night! Goodnight! Goodnight! Until the paschal glory lights up the heavens; Until the dead are raised in Jesus, And He comes, but not with a humble appearance - Good night! Goodnight! Goodnight! Until Divine Love makes thee beautiful, Thou in the likeness of thy Lord shall shine, And he shall wear that golden crown of thine. Goodnight! Goodnight! Goodnight! Only "Good night", beloved - not "Goodbye!": A little while, and all Your saints will remain In holy and indivisible union - Good night! Goodnight! Goodnight! Until we meet again before his throne, dressed in the spotless robe he gives to his own, until we are known as we are known: good night, good night, good night!
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I can't call her mother (marriage rite is over; stepmother)
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The Stepmother By Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, p. 202. From the author's own memory. The wedding rites ended, though I stepped back to keep the guests from seeing the tears I couldn't hide. chosen by the father, but I will not call her mother. (1 additional verse)
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I don't choose to run
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Printed in David C. Peterson, "Wisconsin Folksongs", chapter in _Badger History: Wisconsin Folklore_, State Historical Society of Wisconsin (Volume XXV, Number 2, Nov. 1973), pp. 63-64, with melody not by author William N. Allen. Originally printed in Luke S. Kearney, _The Hodag_, 1928. Presumably collected from the author. dark or was it just for fun That I should telegraph that nice comment, I DON'T CHOOSE TO RUN. Now, Calvin roams the northern woods on the shores of Lake Superior. If you see a Hodag foraging for food and hear its terrible roar. his deluxe spool and gun, and he screams to himself, My God, I think I chose to run. (Verses 1, 6 of 6)
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Lucho Mit Sigel
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I Fights Mit Seigle By Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, pp. 222-223. Apparently, as printed by W. H. Strong in Ozark Life. I come from a Dutch country, sometimes I work in the bakery, I have a brewery and I try to make shoes. But now he was a soldier. To save dot Yanke Eagle, then I take my soldier's clothes and go to fight Seigle. Yes, that's not true, I'm talking to you, to go fight Seigle!
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I Hae Layen Three Herrings a Sa't (I Can't Come Every Day to Woo)
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Wooing Song of a Yeoman of Kent's Sonne By Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 373-374, based on the version in Melismata, 1611. I have a house and land in Kent, and if you love me, love me now; Two cents, half a cent is my rent, - I cannot come every day to court. half a penny half a penny is his rent, and he cannot come every day to woo. I am my father's eldest zonne, my mother loves me very much! . For he can boldly strike his shoone, And might as well ring a bell. (5 additional verses)
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Hope to join the band (first thing in the morning)
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(untitled) From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 16-17. From a janitor apparently named "Parsons" in Natchitoches, Louisiana Gwine to lie on a cooling table one of these mornings, Gwine to lie on a cooling table one of these mornings, Gwine to lie on a cooling table one of these mornings, I hope I will join the band. Chorus: Oh my sister, oh my sister, oh my sister, won't you come and go? (2 additional verses and a different final chorus)
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Conversation with Angels By Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume II, #266C, p. 341. From Doney Hammontree, Farmington, Arkansas, February 8, 1941. Speak with angels early morning Speak with angels early morning Speak with angels early morning Hope jine de band , band, band, and I hope band jine! (4 additional verses)
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i love my sailor
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), p. 203. Apparently from The Flying Cloud by M. C. Dean. Abroad, as I wandered on a May morning, so carelessly I wandered the streets of Liverpool so cheerfully. Will, I love my sailor." (4 additional verses)
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i love my love the best
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As recorded by Kelly Harrell, Victor 20867, March 22, 1927. Chorus: The sun was slowly setting, setting in the west; I love all those cute boys but I love my girlfriend most of all. If I had listened to my mother she wouldn't be here today but she was young and dumb girls you stole my heart. Girls when you left your mother you left your best friend yeah listen to your mother girls don't listen to men they will tell you they love you don't believe what they say. they leave you heartbroken, they will steal your life. Final Chorus: The sun was slowly setting, It sets in the west; I love all those cute boys, but I love little Johnny the most.
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I was just young
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From Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, pp. 40-41. Collected from "Grandma Bell" in Buchanan County. I was young before, but now I'm old. I'm blind, but I still have a soul. That soul to save and you know.
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I saw three boats
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Religious version of the Josiah H. Combs collection. From Combs/Wilgus, Folk-Songs of the Southern United States, Combs#315, pp. 141-142. Contributed by A. E. Harris of LittleBranch, West Virginia. I saw three ships sailing, Christmas day, Christmas day; I saw three ships coming in on Christmas morning. And what was in those three boats? etc. Our Saviour, Christ and His Lady. Please, where did those three ships sail to? Oh, they sailed to Bethlehem. And all the bells in the land rang. And all the angels in heaven sang. So let's all rejoice. again.
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Secular Version of the Three Little Boats, by Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume II, p. 280, text II. From London. Three little boats come sailing, Sailing, sailing, Three little boats come sailing, New Year's morning. Who do you think was on the boats, on the boats, on the boats? I think he was on the boats on New Year's morning. sing, you can play the violin, you can whistle and you can sing, New Year's Day in the morning.
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I really understand that you love another man
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From the recording of George (Shortbuckle) Roark of Pineville, Kentucky and his family (1928). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. I wish to Lord I was never born, never died young, never seen those two brown eyes, never heard that flattering tongue, my love, or heard that flattering tongue. I truly understand that you love another man and your heart will no longer be mine. I truly understand that you love another man and your heart will no longer be mine. Who will fit your little feet, Who will glove your hand, Who will kiss your red and rosy cheeks, When I'm in a foreign land, my love. ,When I'm in a foreign land, my love. Remember what you told me, darling, As we stood side by side, You promised you'd marry me, And you wouldn't be another man's bride, my love, And you wouldn't be another man's bride, my love. I'll never listen to what another woman says, whether her hair is black or brown, 'cause I'd rather be on top of a hill, and the rain is falling, falling, and the rain is falling, falling. My father will adjust my little feet, My mother will put a glove on my hand, And you will kiss my rosy red cheeks, When I'm in a foreign land, oh love, When I'm in a foreign land, oh love.
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i walk the road again
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #178, pp. 642-643. Sung by George Edwards. I'm a poor wretch, I like cachaça a lot, I walk from morning to night, I'm not ashamed to burn it; My feet hurt, my clothes are torn, but I still didn't complain, got up, grabbed my turkey and walked back down the road. walked back down the road (4 additional stanzas)
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I went to my lover's house
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 166-167. Provided by Virginia Fitzgerald of Virginia.Went to my love's house,never been there before,They left me on the corner still as a mouse,And I ain't goin' home no mo',mo',mo,An 'I ain't goin' no more Stay like this, my love, and I won't give in again. He had a chicken, he sang about the sunrise, and the weasel came to my house. stole my way of dick. And stole my rooster look, my love, and stole my rooster look. (5 additional verses)
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I went to the fair in Bonlaghy
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Bellaghy Fair De Henry, Huntington, Herrmann, Sam Henry's Songs of the People, p. 23. Henry #758, printed June 4, 1938. Font not included. I went to the fair in Bellaghy, bought a piglet, held it in my arms and danced to 'The Swaggering Jig'. ! to the top of the heather, and hello! to the root of the branch,And hello! to the pretty girl who danced to 'The Swaggering Jig' (2 additional verses)
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I wish my love was in a ditch
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From the collection of Frank C. Brown, Volume II, No. 126, pp. 361-362. Collected from "Mr. Sanders" of Forsyth County, North Carolina. Collection date not included.1 I wish my love was in a ditch, No clothes for her, Nettles running up and down her back 'Cause she wasn't true anymore.2 She kissed me with her red, red lips, She swore that would be my O; But she swore the same to Alan O'Chree, who lives far below the O line.3 Her belly grew, her face paled, but it wasn't my fault; It must have been that Alan O'Chree who lives way below the O line. 4 She swore the brat was mine alone, and soon we were married. But I swear by the light of Kincastle Hill that you will not share my bed.
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I wish you were dead, Goodman
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There's a Herrin' in the PanAs recorded by Gordeanna McCulloch on "Sheathe and Knife" (Fellside FECD117). Described as "Newly collected by Jim Mahon from his grandmother in Glasgow." There's a herring in the pot for you, old man, There's a herring in the pot for you, old man, The head is for you and the tail is for me, But the middle is for the man who stays. There's an egg in the pot for you, old man, There's an egg in the pot for you, old man, there's one for you and one for me, but there's two for the innkeeper. I wanted them to kill you with a stone on the head and I ran away with the man from the inn.
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laughing myself
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 219. "From the song of C. M. Moses. "Fathers, carry your cross, for it will only make you richer. To enter that shining Kingdom, little by little. Enter that shining realm, bit by bit. (4 additional verses)
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I would like to meet the sergeant
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 35, Aug 29, 2021, as posted by user John5918. A fragment. Sergeant John Brown was the pilot and the last one off the plane... He jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute... When he hit the runway he was like a bomb... strawberry jam... They put it in an envelope and sent it to mom... She keeps it in a jam jar on the mantel...
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I'll be with you when the roses bloom again
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When the Roses Bloom Again By Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 123. "From the Song of Irene Good, Cyclone, Kentucky." They wandered in the twilight by the river, just a brave and faithful soldier and his beloved. "Oh, your heart need not sigh, if I am not among the dying, I will be with you when the roses bloom again." Chorus "When the roses bloom again on the river, and Robin Redbreast sings a sweet refrain, I'll be with you my dear, if I'm not among the dying, I'll be with you when the roses bloom again. (2 additional verses)
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Gonna hang my harp on a willow tree (i)
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I'll Hang My Harp From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 56-57, from Mrs. D.S. Allen. I'll hang my harp on a willow tree, And go to war again; My peaceful home has no charms for me, The battlefield has no pain. For the lady I love will soon be engaged, With a diadem on her forehead, Oh! Why did you flatter my youthful pride? She will leave me now. He took me from my warrior master and gave me a silk suit; I no longer thought of my master's sword when he played my lady's lute. Your crappy pages, oh! if I had loved with a child's love, it would have been better for me. Then I will hide in my bosom all selfish care and blush my pale cheeks with wine, when smiles wake the bride and groom, I will hasten to give them mine. I'll laugh and sing though my heart bleeds, And I'll ride the festive train, And if I survive, I'll mount my steed And go to war again. But I will entangle a golden lock of her hair In my helmet's saber feather, And then in the field of Palestine I will seek early damnation. of my beloved is all I seek for the warrior's grave.
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I will hear the sound of the trumpet
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 57.1. You can bury me in the east, you can bury me in the west, but I'll hear the trumpet sound in the morning. Chorus. That morning, my Lord, how I long to go, To hear the sound of the trumpet, in the morning. (4 additional verses.)
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I'll take you home again, Kathleen
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From the score published in 1876 by John Church & Co.Title page inscribed I'll Take You Home Again, SONG BY KATHLEEN AND WORDS OF THE CHORUS AND MUSIC BY THOMAS P. WESTENDORF1. I will take you home again, Kathleen, across the ocean wide and wild, where her heart has been since you were my beautiful bride. All the roses left her face, I saw them wither and die; Her voice turns sad every time you speak, and tears bathe her loving eyes. Chorus. Oh! I'll take you back, Kathleen, where your heart doesn't ache, and when the fields are fresh and green, I'll take you home again.2. I know you love me, Kathleen honey. Your heart has always been loving and sincere; I always feel when you are around, That life has nothing, my dear, except you. The smiles you once gave me I barely see now, though many, many times I see a dark shadow on your forehead.3. To that beloved home beyond the sea My Kathleen will return again, And when her old friends receive her, her loving heart will yearn no more. Where the silver stream laughs, Beside your mother's humble cradle, And the sun's brightest rays shine, There all your pain will be forgotten.
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i am a little teapot
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 1, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY. I'm a small, short, stocky teapot. Here is my handle, here is my beak. When he drenches me, I scream, "Just lean me over and pull me out!"
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I'm a tight little Irishman
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 144, p. 310. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio. I'm a little Irish born and bread, And my name is Larry O'Broome, sir, My father died and left me all he had, He was an old pig and a loom, sir. This worked very well for a very short time, until I married a wife who soon changed my case, gave me a black eye and spit in my face; Those were tough times for Larry O'Broome, sir.
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I'll get my banjo (old woman in the garden)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #125, pp. 299-300. From Frank Proffitt's chant, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1959. An old woman in the garden, scratching with her hoe, I sit on the threshold, making my fingers move. Chorus I'll get my banjo, I'll get my banjo, I'll get my banjo, I'll get it while I can. Tonight, I'll play my banjo, straight to the promised land (3 additional verses)
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I am Henery Eighth I am
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 118, September 27, 2021. By User Tess_W. I'm Henry VII, I'm Henry VIII, I wouldn't have a Willie or a John, no sir! I am Henry VIII!(Each time we sang the song it was faster). In post 119, John5918 recalled more: Eu sou 'enery the 8th', Enery the 8th I am, I married the widow next door, She had married me seven times before, and each one was an 'enery, never had one Willie not a Sam, I'm the eighth man called 'Enery', Enery the eighth I am." He adds, "You seem to remember Tommy Steele giving a good performance. Of course, the eighth was pronounced eighth in true Cockney style."
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I will not leave Noo
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As recorded by Belle, Sheila and Cathie Stewart in "The Stewarts of Blair" (Lismore recording LIFL 7010, copyright 1985). (I consulted the attached lyric sheet, but I transcribe it as I hear the words. -RBW) Oh, pretty little girl, pretty little girl, this is bonnie wee Jeannie McKay. A nicer girl than Jeannie. You could never spy. He said he was going to take her to a music hall, so he got dressed and cheated. She started to dance for me. out of noo, noo, i won't get out of noo. I'm sorry, Jeannie, for disappointing you. My mother took my pawn keys to earn a coin or two, and I only have a scarf around my neck and I won't leave the noo. (2 additional verses)
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I'm still too young to get married
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I'm Still Too Young to Marry From James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume II, No. 107, p. 110. The source is not indicated. I'm my mother's son, with people I don't know, I'm tired, sir, and lying in a man's bed, I'm high, that would make me mad, sir, I'm too young, I'm too young, I'm still too young to marry, I'm too young, it would be a sin to take me away from my mother yet (2 additional verses)
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I'm sad and I'm alone
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 243-245. "[F]om a woman in Dallas, Texas, who got it from the people of Tennessee."1 I'm sad and lonely, my heart will break; My girlfriend loves another, Lord I wish she was dead! My cheeks were once read like the rosebud, but now they are whiter than the lily that grows. Do not waste your affections on such a free young man. He'll hold you, he'll kiss you, he'll tell you more lies, Than the railroad ties or the stars in the sky.3 I'll build myself a cabin in the mountains so high, Where the blackbirds can't see and hear me my sad cry. I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in my mind; If problems don't kill me, I'll live a long time.
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I'm seventy-two today
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Seventy-Two Today By Anne Warner, American Traditional Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #158, pp, 359-360. From the summit of North Carolina's C K. "Tink" Tillett. Collected in 1940. I'm seventy-two today, guys say I'm getting old. I feel as young as I used to be, my heart is strong and bold. I'm old, it's true. So walk your horse while you are young, if you trotted him at seventy-two. You see young people when they go out into the night in jubilation, they drink whiskey, wine and beer, they get tense, Oh, none of that for me. When I was young I used to sit in some shady grove, With a pretty girl on my lap, I'd tell her of my love. I would put my arms around her waist, I would hug her and kiss her too. I think I'll like it again, even though I'm seventy-two. smallAlthough I am seventy-two.* i.e. "assault"
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I'm sitting in Stile, Mary (The Irish Emigrant II)
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I'm Sitting on the Upright, Mary (the Irish Emigrant) by Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, Text A, pp. 462-463. Sung by James & Lucy Heaney, Stock Cove, July 1952 first time; The corn sprouted green and fresh and the lark sang high and high, and red was on your lips, Mary, and love was in her eyes. (4 additional verses)
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I'm Wukin' My Way Back Home By Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 13-14. The source is not indicated.B. A. Botkin, reprints the article verbatim in A Treasury of Mississippi River Folklore, pp. 575-576. Chorus: I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home, baby I'm coming home. fo heavy; to mean; bags too heavy to stack, all i wish for many long days, is to love you when i get back. Oh firefighter keep rolling for me let's go to Memphis Tennessee cause my back is getting tired and my shoulder is getting sore. Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico, down to Natchez, but if the boat keeps sailing, I'll see you soon. Now Paducah is lying down. ben', Now Paducah is lying around ben', Captain, don't whistle, je' ring the bell, Because my wife will be there.
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If I live to grow old
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The Old Man's Song by Robert Bell, editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating it with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 460-461. Source not clearly indicated. If I live to grow old, because I think I am low, Let this be my lot in a country town: - Ma, I have a warm house, with a stone at the door, And a clean young woman to rub my bald head; May I rule my passions with absolute dominion, And grow wiser and better as strength wears away, Without drop or stone, by gentle decay. (5 additional verses)
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From Louis W. Chappell, _Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle_, #119, p. 198. Collected 1934 from Tom Forbes of Old Trap, NC. There are some singers who haven't been able to find their style who are doing a song about old Isaac C. Brown. Now, if you'll listen and pay attention, I'll tell you how I tended my crops and dredged the grand canal. (4 additional verses)
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In Bethlehem, that Just City
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #22, p. 12. Spelling is mostly Dyboski, with unmarked abbreviations and modernized obsolete letters (ie, thorn becomes th). To bless God bringing against all and sum, Christe redemptor omnium. At Bedlem, in that fayer rendezvous, A chyle was born to our Lady, Lord and prince he should be, A solus [ms. solis] ortus cardine.Children were killed grett plente; Jhesu, for those's sake, Lett vs neuer be moistened; Hosts Herod ympie! (3 additional verses).
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about kansas
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From John Greenway, American Folksongs of Protest, pp. 212-213. No source is mentioned. additional stanzas)
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In North America
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 196. As recalled by Fuson himself. The wine glistens in our glasses, We have no debts to pay; We gladly spend our time in North America."
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In the old days of Pod-Auger
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 251-253. "From the Comic Brown Songbook". or maddened by everything strange and new; when all the men worked hard and made a living and the women were smart and hardworking and lived for the good of their family' in the days of Andrew Jackson and old Grandpa Grimes; when a man wasn't judged by the clothes he wore in the old days of Pod Auger. (3 additional verses)
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In the days when I was tough
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #99, pp. 370-371. From the song by George Edwards. In the days when I was bad, not many years ago, Relatives, friends, colleagues, made me suffer so much; Relatives, friends, colleagues, all stick their noses, They made me a bum for lack of better clothes. Chorus: Hard up, hard up, I'll never forget, on the days I was in trouble, I could still be alright (3 extra verses, but numbered 1, 2, 3, 6!)
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In the dense forests
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 224-225. Apparently from Abbie Burgess of Providence, Rhodse Island. Collected in 1945. Alone in the thick forest I wander Far from my friends and far from home. I see no signs in my heart to rejoice. I can't hear any human voices. (7 additional verses)
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Afternoon in the moonlight (I)
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From sheet music published in 1880 by Hitchock's Music Store. The title page does not mention the song's title; is inscribed JAMES A. BLAND IS THE WORLD'S BEST ETHIOPIAN COMPOSER GREAT ETHIOPAN SONG KEEP THE GOLDEN GATES WIDE OPEN THE ANGELS COME TO TAKE CARE OF MOTHER IN THE AFTERNOON IN THE MOONLIGHT The song itself is inscribed Dedicated to Mr. NEIL MOORE IN THE AFTERNOON IN THE MOONLIGHT Lyrics and Music by JAS. BLAND1. At dawn in the moonlight, when the work of the dark ones was done, we would gather around the fire until all was done. Then we all had dinner, then we cleaned up the kitchen, it was the only time we had to have a little fun, Uncle Gabe put down his violin, hung it on the wall, while the silver moon shone bright and clear, how the old men would like it, they would sit up all night all and would listen, while we sang at night in the moonlight. CHOIR. singing, In de ebening in the moonlight, you could hear the sound of the banjo, How the old men would like it, They would sit all night and listen, As we sang in de ebening in the moonlight.2. At dusk, in the moonlight, when the watchdog slept, in the corner by the fire, by the old armchair where Aunt Chloe used to sit and tell the Piccaninnies stories, and close by the cabin was filled with happy raccoons. y lejos, all the happy times we only had, will never return again, everything was so happy, happy and bright, and I will never forget it, when our daily work was more intense, as we sang in de ebe'ning por la luz de the moon.
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In the morning in bright light
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 22-23.1. I'm leaving in the moonlight, I want all the children to follow me; Hope to meet you soon, moreno, Halle, halle, hallelujah! Then tell the brothers you know, I want all the children to follow me; That I will walk, Halle, halle, hallelujah! Chorus In the morning, in the morning with bright light, Hear Gabriel's trumpet in the morning!
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Into the pit of sin released
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #27, pp, 98-99. From the collection of Benjamin S. Davies, apparently from Ohio. Contributed in 1948. In the pit of sin cast, sudden death would be glory. That's why I sing with joy, Jesus saves. We get black diamonds for them, although they make us sweat a lot. There is still salvation for them, Jesus saves. Chorus: Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves, From the fear of the exploding well, Jesus saves. When we're done with our work on earth, We'll go up to wear a crown, And we'll go singing around the throne, Jesus saves. (1 additional verse)
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Young Indian Lass By Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, #51, pp. 103-104. "Sung by Mr. Richard Hartlan of South-East Passage." in a brewery to spend half a crown; and as I sat there staring at my drink, who was I supposed to pass but a young Indian woman? (4 additional verses)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 216. "From the song of Mrs. Louisa Moses." When will we meet again? When will we meet again? again. (3 additional verses)
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Innocents, The
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 108, pp. 451-454. Source not listed. Look at this song, because it is true, because what the scribes say is true: In ancient times, strange things happened, great prodigies and great prodigies in Israel. II There was one Octavius, Octavian of Rome Emperor, As the ancient books specify, Truly he was lord and ruler of the whole wide world. (16 additional verses)
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Irish Colleen, A
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 366-367. Sung by Patrick W. Nash, Branch, October 1962. I went to a party of four, and since it was private, we closed the door early; We sat down friends, drank wine, each one spoke of his country, I spoke of mine. ." So here's old Ireland, her sons and daughters, Here's old Ireland, I mean shamrock. Let the sun shine on Erin's round towers. Here's a toast from the heart of an Irish Colleen. ( 2 additional verses, one taken from a different text).
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Lament of the Irish Emigrant (I), The
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From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 352-353. Oh! As long as I live, I will never forget the troubles of that day, when we left for a foreign land, our ship set sail. 'er and o'er.Och! I knew very well when we set sail what my difficult fate would be; for, looking at the hills of my country, they seemed to fly away from me. No more walking on the clover lawn. They say I am now in the land of freedom, where all men are lords; contempt, who mocks me with his dear and beloved name Sweet Island, where I was born. Oh! where - ouch! Where is the careless heart I once could call my own? He said goodbye to me the day I left Tyrone.
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Irish Rebel Spy, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 76, pp. 252-253. From the corner of John A. Gilks, Southesk, 1958. In the town of Mialco, near Leone County, there lived a beautiful maiden, her skin white as snow, her cheeks like roses, with a dark hue and a ruffle of eyes, and the correct name he goes by is the Irish Rebel Spy. (8 additional verses)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #14, pp, 71-73. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1941. Ye Erin, children of hill and plain, come hear my faint tension, you may think it's all a dream, though every line is true. Rain, at the gates of Richmond and back, I'll tell you. It was August '61 when Colonel Owens took charge and took us to Maryland, come rain or shine. they taught us how to defeat our enemies and more than once felt the blows of the sixty-nine Irishmen. We went on and sailed up and down the bay until we were forced to land at Fort Monroe the next day. So we camped at Hampton, until brave Little Mac came along and told us to go to Yorktown. Our strength there was combined. and day, and drove out the rebellious hordes, and marching through the city the next day, was the antler ant 69. From Yorktown we then sailed, and landed at West Point the next day, and marched gaily along the road, And encamped among the Pine trees. And there we stayed three weeks or more, Till we heard the roar of the guns and the musketry coming like a rain Along the rebel lines. So we drove away twice as fast, Along the river they sent us To push back the rebels, we meant, Not a man stepped out of line. He rooted for the gallant Sixty-nine. Then onto the field of Antietam again. We bravely faced the iron rain. The waves of the Potomac. In Fairoaks then we spent long weeks, We had pickets fighting day and night, I saw our brave boys taken And some pale to death. And in that seven days' fight, returning, Over bloody fields we left our trail where other regiments retreated, We stood as at Glendale. ** The next day, on the battlefield, the old veterans were forced to give way, because the rebels had a stone wall shield protecting the front and rear. [We received] constant gunfire and shells. The jaws of hell opened and many of the brave men around us fell. We courageously did our part. O'Keen, our colonel, stood noble Where the grass was turning red with blood, And rising to a crimson flood. Still we held our line, And many received a bloody shroud, Though the sons of Philadelphia were proud And did indeed sing in high praise Of the gallant Sixty-nine.* Sic. It should probably be "Fair Oaks".** This verse and the preceding one have probably been interchanged; only by reversing them does the music make chronological sense. This is one of the few indications of actual oral transmission in this song.
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #15, pp, 73-75. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1939. The first day of April I will never forget. The Irishtown boys at Ratigan's have gathered. They filled their glasses and solemnly swore that that very day they would go to the city. RefrainSingfol the dol laddieRi tol the dol laddieSingfol the dol laddieRi tol the lo day! (11 additional verses)
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(Untitled.) From photographs by Edward Bliss Reed, editor, Christmas CarolsPrinted in the Sixteenth Century Inclusive Kele's Christmas Carolsnewly Printed reproduced in facsimile of copy in HuntingtonLibrary_, Harvard University Press, 1932, pp. 36-37 [18-19]. The contractions and others have been discreetly modernized, but the spelling has been retained and the (missing) punctuation has not been corrected. Signe Dyllum dyllum dyllum dyllum I can tell you and I tell you Of my ladies myll of water It was a mayde of brentenars (sic.) She rode myll on a horse. However, the mayden neuer was worse. Syngedyllum &c. Layde was in a bag. Stryke softe said it didn't hurt my back. byce And wolde be walkynge at a tryce Synge dyllum &c.This mayd to myll ofte dyd resort E of her game had no report But to her was full great comforte Synge dyllum &c. finalize
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It was a 'for our rightful king'
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Originally from the Scots Musical Museum, Volume 5, 1796. As printed in William Beattie and Henry W. Meikle, Robert Burns, p. 236. He was a king 'at our right hand' We have left the fair shore of Scotland; He was a king 'on our right' We've seen Irish lands, my dear, We've seen Irish lands. What men can do, and it's in vain: my love and my country, farewell, for I must cross the main, darling, for I must cross the main. coast, and throws the reins of your bridle, with, goodbye forever, dear, with, goodbye forever. The soger of wars returns, the sailor of the main, but I have parted from my love, never to be found again, my dear. Never to meet again. When day comes and night comes, And people are forced to sleep; I think of him far away, The night read-lang and I cry, dear. The night and Lee-lang's cry.
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It's seven long years
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 59, pp. 131-132. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. Seven long years and better Since sailor Willie crossed the sea, And seven long years without a letter, Nancy bitterly lamented. it was my trembling hand that deceived them, made my youthful tongue lie." (1 additional verse)
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And and and!
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 86. From the song of Captain Patrick Tayluer, New York, NY. O mitch my coming stinkum buckerroom and my ja, ja, ja, Mitch my coming stinkum buckerroom and my ja, ja, ja, Vell, we git up on der shteeples y ve 'll spit on the people, Mitsch means yes, yes, yea!
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jack e tom
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 125-126. I'm a country man from the north, born in Redesdale, where our land is and the corn grows well --And two of those boys at my house never ate', As the two boys called Jack and Tom. They mounted their horses and rode across the moor until they came to a house, where they knocked on the door '"Do you brew onyale? Do you sell only beer? Or do you only have accommodation for strangers here?" (Verses 1, 3 of 9 [verse 8 with 6 lines])
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Jack came back from the sea
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From John Ashton, Royal Sailor-Songs, Leadenhall Press, London, 1891; reprinted by D. N. Goodchild, Philadelphia, 2006, insert #90. Here I am, poor Jack, returning home after a long sea voyage, with bags under my eyes. Please what do you think of me? I've been traveling the world for eight long years, I've seen many funny places, but I wish wars would end. Fall there. I've sailed through many a flood, Where cans of grog have spilled, I've fought up to my knees in blood, Where bullets have been lost in the rains; Where the French shout, "Mare blue", And the Dutch shout percavi, The Danes and Spaniards too, when they fall for Old Davy. Fall there. (4 additional verses)
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Jack Robson By Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, #40, pp. 79-80. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." All sails furled and anchor down. The happiest of the crew was Jack Robson. (10 additional verses)
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Bonnet o' Blue Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 104-106. Flash font not included. In Kingston-upon-Waldy, a town in Yorkshire, I lived in great splendor and free from all cares, rolled quite rich, had not a few sweethearts, was smitten by a handsome young man and his bonnet. the 'blue. A troop of soldiers came, as you will now hear, from Scotland to Waldy abroad to lead; there's one among them I wish I'd never met; he is a handsome Scottish boy with a blue cap. I can't find rest, the joy is gone, The shape of my true love will run through my head, The shape of my true love still lingers in my vision, He's a pretty Scottish boy in a blue hat. Early in the morning, rising from bed, I called Sally, my own maid, to dress me as best two of her hands could do; to find the boy and his blue hat. name, Charles Stewart they called him, I felt it was true; once a prince with that name worse than a blue cap. My love left with a gun in his hand, I str Had to talk to him, but all in vain, I tried to talk to him and then he flew away. My heart went out to him and his blue hat. I will deliver him from the soldiers, I will deliver him, I will deliver him from the soldiers if his heart is true, and I will never stain his blue hat. He says, "My dear girl, will you buy my dispensation, deliver me from the soldiers, and set me free? For your very kind offer, I bow to you, lady, but I will never wear a strain on my blue hat." in my own country town, whom I would never forsake, though poverty was frowned upon, I will never forsake the girl who stands true, and I will never stain my blue hat. I will send for a painter from London to Hull, to draw the portrait of my love in its entirety, I will place it in my room close to my sight, and I will think of the boy whose heart has proved so true.
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Jacky Tar Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 53-55. No source is mentioned. When Jack pulled the oar and the boat was gone, And the girl on the shore with her head lolling; Tears welled in her eyes, and her chest sighed, Goodbye, darling, she cries, with her pants on. Goodbye, he said, I'm going to sea and you must stay behind; but don't be sad, as long as I live I'll always be kind, and when I get to land, you'll find me on the beach, and you'll receive Jacky Tar in pants. (4 additional verses)
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James Bird [Leyes A5]
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As transcribed by Doris Chriswell of Palmyra, NY. From a copy in a family Bible. It was "written by John James, Johnson, January 28, 1881". Johnson, Chriswell's great-grandfather, "lived on the Ohio-Indiana border and eventually grew tobacco in Mallet Creek, Ohio, where he died in 1895 at the age of 44". Glory, sea and people of the land, all hear you a sad and gloomy story, as it has always been told, you will hear it. protect our western borders. But there was one among that number, tall and graceful in countenance, his step sure, his gaze fearless, a noble youth was never seen. a sweet kiss he stole from Mary, asked his mother for prayers once more, shook his father's hand, and departed for the distant shores of Lake Eries. Where is the bird? Battle Fury is he in the fight or not. Hear the cannons roar tremendously. He dares to face the fearsome enemy. Yes, for Perry. See him standing on the same ship he fights. crimson flow leaves the deck exclaimed angry Perryno cried Bird I will not go here on deck I took my stand The bird will fly close to your colors I'll be by your side brave Perry until we win or die Then he fought weak and bleeding for lightning and stars came to victory having crowned our efforts all triumphant or our foes Then Bird took a pension he was returned to his friends - nor ever to his bosom he pressed the maiden his heart adored but came the most dreadful tidings from the shore of lake erie much must I suffer for leave the brig Niagerie to read this letter. Brother Sister, it's the last time you'll ever have me, though he fought so bravely in Erie, bled so freely, and dared so boldly. May your courage beg for mercy May your noble life be spared It was a dark and sad morning The bird was sent to die Where is the heart that did not die of pity? If it weren't for him, I would sigh to see him kneeling over the coffin, his death can't do you any good. . Hear me, my God, she was shot See her chest running with blood Goodbye Bird Goodbye forever Friends and home You will see no more Now her mutilated body lies buried on the far shore of Lake Eries
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The Confession of James Munks
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 113, pp. 256-257 From Mrs. S.T. Topper, Ashland, Ohio. 1. Oh, come all you good people, it is now that I have come to see the sad and unhappy fate to which I have now arrived; I ask you to consider my unhappy fate and flee from addiction and madness before it is too late and unfortunately I am lost. 2. Oh, it was in the central county that I took my first breath, and in that very county I met my shameful death; If I had followed the advice my parents gave me, I would never have suffered through all this in the disgraceful tree, and oh, I am lost. 3. Come on people, remember James Munks is my name, I confess it today with sadness and shame; I shot Reuben Guile, whom I had never seen before, left him lying in the woods all in his bloody blood, and alas, I am gone. 4. Oh, the devil had me before he was quite dead, I took my hatchet and gave him two blows to the head, still thinking this deliberate murder should never come to light being committed in the desert in the dead of night And oh, I am undone. 5. Oh, your horse and your saddlebag soon became my prey, Your watch and your wallet I also took with me, And in your saddle blanket I wrapped your bloody clothes, I left your naked body exposed to wild beasts, And alas, I am lost 6. Oh, I hid his bloody shirt in a tree-trunk, which was promptly found and presented to me, to show that this particular murder must never be concealed; The dog told the secret and everything was revealed and unfortunately I am lost. 7. Oh, it is God who knows all secrets, he has ordained that this author should not go unpunished; His bones were produced and brought to my judgment; This last shock and test would allow no denial, and alas, I am at a loss. 8. Oh, the council tried hard to save me from the tree But the judge and jury showed me no favors; And soon they found me guilty, sentenced me, and now I finally suffered from this fatal story and, unfortunately, I am lost. 9. Oh, here's one thing I tell you before time runs out, I blamed Andy Alison for this cruel crime of mine; But since I must die, I hate lying; He is as clear and innocent as the unborn baby, and alas, I am lost.10. Oh, I hope no one has the misfortune to bring this crime down on my young posterity; I say a long goodbye to all I leave behind, I die faithful and unrepentant and in peace for all mankind and sadly I am lost.
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 385-387. The immediate source is not clearly indicated. A man in stockings lived in Leicester, as I have heard many say, he had a beautiful and witty wife and he loved her dearly. Resourceful wife Many bitter tears. Every night he drank, And wandered, And often it was midnight Before he came home. (15 additional verses)
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Jeanette and Jeannot
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Jeannette and Jeannot De Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Beloved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 435-436. Presumably from some other print collection. You are going too far, too far from poor Jeannette; Now there's no one left to love me, and you can forget too, But my heart will be with you, wherever you go; You look me in the face and say the same thing, Jeannot? When you wear the red jacket and the pretty headdress, oh! I'm afraid you'll forget all the promises you made; With a pistol on your shoulder and your bayonet at your side, you'll take a proud lady and make her your bride. (2 additional verses)
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From James Johnson, editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 reprint], p. 53, #52. No source indicated. Oh, you saw Jenny Nettles; Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles? You saw Jenny Nettles, coming from the market; with bag and luggage on his back, his fees and reward on his lap, with bag and luggage on his back and a baby on the ox. 2 additional verses)
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 115 pp. 226-227. Compiled by Mike Gillis, Halifax. Come, please, tender-hearted people who love their dear children. To listen to Francis Kenny, who just turned nineteen. He was a good young man. (4 additional verses)
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Jeremiah of Bartibog
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 24, pp. 118-119. From Donald MacDonald's summit of the BlackRiver Bridge in 1948. My first name is Jeremiah. I grew up and was born in Bartibogue, where I spent my entire childhood. And I was considered a cunning rogue. Until I came of age. of manhood Because to seek my fortune I tried, So I made my way to Chatham town, And with Billy Muirhead I got a job. (7 additional verses)
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Jerry's Account of a Journey
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 265-268. Reported by the Lincoln Intelligencer from Wiscasset, Main, June 25, 1825. Once been in a "Junket," a very common thing of late, the name for a while sunk, now rapidly coming to So the children and girls gather together, full of joy, joy and joy, and they jump light as a feather, and never come home till three o'clock. the girls on the floor in such a hurry that some fall down screaming, and others in laughter. (17 additional verses)
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Jesse James (III)
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From H. M. Belden, Ballads and Songs Collected by the Missouri Folk-Lore Society, 1955 edition, pp. 403-404. Provided 1916 by Mary Alice Owen, from an unknown informant. Jesse James was one of his names, another was Howard. he robbed the rich of every point. I bet he wasn't a coward. His mother was old, his father was a preacher, although some say, I cannot deny, his mother was his teacher. And then one day, the papers say, Bob Ford got his reward. : A drunken cowboy, his heart raced. By doing this you will come to terms (verses 1, 2, 10 of 10)
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Jesus set me free
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From Louis W. Chappell, _Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle_, #100, p. 173. Collected 1938 from Tom Forbes of Old Trap, NC. Let's count it in the mountains, Let's count it in the mountains, Let's count it in the mountains, Jesus set me free. the yoke is easy and the burden is light Jesus set me free
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Jim Bludsoe
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Jim Bludso de Prairie Belle By Martin Gardner, Famous Poems from Bygone Days, pp. 85-86. Wall, no! I can't say where he lives, because he doesn't, you'll see; at least, he has a habit of living like you and me. Where have you been the last three years that you haven't heard? People tell How Jimmy Bludsoe spent on his checks Prairie Belle Night? (6 additional verses)
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Jim Hatfield's Boy
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', pp. 13-15. You sentenced me to life, Judge, for killing Bill McCoy, but you may not know, Judge, that I am Jim Hatfield's son. ask for mercy Hatfield doesn't complain; but I want the court and jury to hear these words of mine. (6 additional verses)
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Jim Jones in Botany Bay
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From Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, No. 96, pp. 302-303. From MacAlister, Pioneering Days in the Old Sunny South. Oh, listen awhile, lads, And hear me tell my story, How by sea off the coast of England I was forced to sail. The jury says: He's guilty, sir, And the judge says, says: For life, Jim Jones, I'll send you across the stormy sea. (9 additional verses)
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jimmy rosa
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 100. Apparently compiled by Dr. John C. Wyeth. Jimmy Rose, gone to town, Jimmy Rose, gone to town, Jimmy Rose, gone to town, to please the ladies. Farewell all you ladies, Farewell all you ladies, God Almighty bless you!
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Jingo Ring (Merry-Ma-Tanzie, Around the Ring)
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Around the Ring From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 173. "From the song of Mrs. Louisa Moses. "Here we go around the ring; we choose you as we sing; choose the one you like the most and it will come at your request. (Choice) Now you have, and I wish you much joy; You are my child and childlike joy; You are my son and my daughter too, Kiss her quickly, and that will be enough. (she kisses)
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Jinny finish her hoe pie
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The Hoe-Cake by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 158. As recalled by Fuson himself. Jinny, make your corn cake, my love, Jinny, make your corn cake; Jinny, make your corn cake, my love, Jinny, make your corn cake.
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume II, #272, pp. 272-273. Collected from Miss Leone Duvall of Pineville, Missouri, October 14, 1928. Oh, where did you get your whiskey? Oh, where did you get your glass? Oh, where did you get your whiskey? In Rockingham. Chorus Jinny goes round and round and round, Jinny goes round and round and round, Jinny goes round and round and round, Down at Rockingham. I wouldn't marry a spinster, I'll tell you why, her nose is always runny and her chin is never dry. I wouldn't marry a widow, I'll tell you why, she's got too many kids To make the cookies fly. I wouldn't marry a Dutch woman, I'll tell you why, her neck is so long and stringy. I'm afraid I'll never die. I wouldn't marry old Joe's girlfriend, I'll tell you why,......on the bisquitAn' tray called pumpkin pie.
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(Number Ninety-Nine) By Harold Courlander, Negro Folk Music U.S.A., pp. 121-122. Reprinted from "American Sketches" by Lafcadio Hearn. You can talk about your railways, your steamboat and can-el if you haven't. If it were up to Liza Jane, there would be no hell. Chorus Oh, I didn't go, I went, I went, (x3) I walk down the river road. Where do you get your whiskey? Where do you get your rum? I can pick you up in Bucktown at number ninety-nine. I've never been there before. A big black man tackled me, but Katy closed the door. He hugged me, kissed me, told me not to cry, told me I was the sweetest thing that ever lived or died. * * * There goes Wildwood, She's in charge of the guards; But here comes the Fleetwood, And she's the ship for me.
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Boss had a new coat By Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 24-25. From the corner of a certain Bill Sheffield. The teacher had a new coat, he hung it on the wall. Nigger stole his teacher's coat and wore it to prom. I drama? Where did I get my whiskey? I got it from Linkum Abraham.
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Jocky said to Jeanie
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Jocky told Jeany De James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #61, pp.62. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). Jocky said to Jeany, Jeany, isn't it? Tocher good I'll marry you. Any time, Jocky, you can leave me alone. leeward loop; And if you don't catch me, I can leave you alone. I have a good house, a barn and a stable, a pile before the door; I will make a big fire, I will make a big fire and we will be happy; And if you don't accept me, I can leave you alone. Boy, will I be the girl for me. You are a beautiful boy and I am a free girl. You are more welcome to take me than to leave me.
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Joe Brook
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Song of Joe Brook by Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 25 pp. 120-121. From the Wilmot MacDonald song, Glenwood, 1958. It was Friday the 19th and 24th of October, I left dear old Gray Rapids with half a dozen others, took the train to Deersdale, a place I didn't know. You know, to work in the timber forests, with Cough-a-lans he went. (7 additional verses, with some spoken parts)
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Joe Livermore
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 124, pp. 268-269. "Sung by Mr. Hiram O. Hilshie, Dartmouth." Come sit next to me, come listen for a while, I'll sing you a song. it will make you smile. About this old villain he is well known, and he sails on the Columbia from the city of Eastport. Chorus Singing low, low, derry low. (3 additional verses)
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John Anderson, Mi Jo (I)
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John Anderson and JoDe James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume III, #260, p.269. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were the first heirs; His hair was like a raven, His bony forehead was broken; But now his forehead is Beld, John, his hair is like snow; but blessings on your icy pow, John Anderson, my Jo.John Anderson, my jo, John, we climbed the highest hill; 'ane nither: Now maun stagger, John, And hand in hand we'll go; And let's sleep together on the foot, John Anderson, my Jo.
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Juan Burke
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 467-468. Sung by Joshua Osborne, Seal Cove, June 1960. Come all you good people, come and listen. It's a sad, dark story you'll soon hear. Life in a watery grave. Bad luck awaits you, Percy, wherever you are, you wouldn't help my Johnny because he drowned in the sea, you'd let him trip and roll in the sea, in that cold, cold. sick away from me. (4 additional verses)
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Juan Dameray
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), pp. 8-9. Apparently from a manuscript by Nathaniel Silsbee. We must all go up, oh John, down the stern, with hail, ice and snow, oh John, go down the stern, John Dameray! John Dameray -- John goes down the backstay, \ John Dameray -- John goes down the backstay, |- TWICE John Dameray! /(4 additional verses)
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Saint Peter [Child 284]
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Printed by Francis James Child, #284 (p. 132 in volume V of the five-volume Dover edition). Derived from the Ravenscroft Press of 1609.1 As it fell on a holy day and on every holy tide, John Dory bought him a traveling horse, to Paris to ride on.2 And when John Dory came to Paris, a little before John Dory-a-gate was installed, the porter was witty to let him in.3 The first man John Dory met was the good King John of France-a; John Dory might as well appreciate her courtesy, but he fell into a daze. all of them tied to you-a.'5 And Nicholl was a Cornishman then, a little beside Bohide-a, and he sent a good black boat, with fifty good oars in an a-side.6 'Run vp , my boy, go to the top of the mine, and see what you can spy:' 'Who! who ho! I see a nice ship, I suppose it's John Dory-a. -a.8 The roaring cannons were plide then, And dub-a-dub was the drumme-a; The roar of trumpets cries out For all and some to have courage. At last the hooks were brought, The brown pick and the sword, At last John Dory, with all his might, Was quickly pinned under the dash. one.
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John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 149, Oct 27, 2021 From Crypto-Willobie User, with Performance Comments: John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt That's my name too! *Every time I go out People always scream There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt! with each repetition, until it was just a whisper, while the Da da da da da da got louder and louder until we were screaming like we were going to break the strings...*{some versions give this line as 'your name is mine name too'}File: FSWB240B
Juan Ladner
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 26, pp. 122-123. From the corner of Stanley MacDonald, BlackRiver Bridge, 1947 and 1948. A sin for beer, a friend approaches,* Come hear my song. This cruel fate I will tell, This young man dead and gone, Who now lies silent in his grave Without any care or pain. Prince Edward Island, his native island, John Lad-en-er by name * This text is what the informant insisted on. Manny and Wilson suggested "A Sympathic Ear" for "A Sin for Beer"; I had thought "a penny a beer". But it seems that the original was something like "you understanding friends, come closer". (6 additional verses)
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 21. From the first edition (1927) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. last spring and I won't be riding it again. If I can't find a better place, I'd rather stay on land. With my ring to relate the ring with lah rady oh. instead of four)
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John Styles e Susan Cutter
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #155, p. 579. From the song of Elwyn Davis. And there they were sitting making popcorn, John Styles and Susan Cutter; John Styles strong as an ox, and Susan smooth as butter. (1 additional verse)
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John Sullivan (A Moncton Tragedy)
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The Moncton Tragedy By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #35, pp. 152-155. From Arthur MacDonald's summit of the BlackRiver Bridge. Men of all Westmorland, please pay attention to these few lines I've written, because I'm going to sing you a song I just made up today about John E. Sullivan Ye Moncton Tragedy. (13 additional verses)
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Molino de John Whipple
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Shannelly's Mill By Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, #50, p.176. Compiled by P. Taillon of Cornwall, Ontario, August 1961. To you my good friends, and to you I will tell, I will tell what happened to me in York State. When I arrived in Genore I got into a fight, and to avoid a policeman I forced them to turn off the light. My pockets are empty, and I'll tell you the truth, and I'll sing a song about Shannelly's Mill. STRUCTURE Derry down, down, down derry day. (3 additional verses)
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Johnny Sangster
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From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), pp. 265-266. No source information is provided. In the seasons of the year, when we work faster, the harvest is the most important moment, and yet it is the rarest. blyther, we tighten our finger swords and follow the scythe. For you Johnnie, for you Johnnie, for you Johnnie Sanster. I will cut the hammer from my sheaf. Because you are the gallant bandit. Smell of blue tobacco, So we left in order. The sheaves go up thick and fast, And Johnnie he must tie them; The busy group, dreading being together, can barely look back. For you, Johnnie, etc. I'll give you the bad ones that won't slip, bend them nice and throw them, I'm sure they'll gain grip no matter how you draw them. I'm going to put my leg out. Lower the pulley and remove the belt by hand. Wi' ilka strae as straucht is a rash, and that will be the dandy. For you, Johnnie, etc. If I happen to get a gallant bandit, I'll put him in a soft coat and bring him gowd in my hand. But Johnnie can please himself, I don't want to wish him a wink; After brewing your beer, you can sit back and drink. For you, Johnnie, etc. A gentle cowgirl in the stable, for butter and cheeses; a curmudgeon, feeding in the sty, would keep the hose oiled; let's get ruffs or 'cannie woo' Wad helps look for the crib. For you, Johnnie, etc.
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johnny dunlay
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 471-472. Sung by Phillip Foley, Tilting, July 1952. There's a tree in the green grove that I love best. It is next to Aymer's Haunted Hall. It was there that sunlight falls bright in the distance. Johnny Dunlay. (4 additional verses)
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Johnny Gallagher (Pat Reilly)
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 469-470. Sung by William Stevens, Bellburns, August 1959. As I smoked, pipe in hand, I said, "Johnny Coughlin, you are a handsome young man. Take this bounty and come with me." Sweet County Carlow, strange faces to see." (4 additional verses)
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Johnny Lad (you)
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Johnnie Lad (children's song) by John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), pp. 168-169. No source information is given, although it appears to be a transcription of Logan's version with the slightly Scottish spelling. Bought a wife in Edinburgh For a bawbee, got a quarter back To buy tobacco with wi'; We'll put a hole in Aaron's nose, and we'll put a ring on him, and we'll take him for a ride, yeah! carry it on a string. Chorus. And with you, and with you, And with you, young Johnnie, I'll drink the buckles of my shine With you, my young Johnnie. When old King Arthur ruled this boy He was a thief king, he stole three bows of barley flour to make a white pudding. And with you etc. The pudding was sweet and good, And mixed with feathers, The bits of suet in it Were big as bait. And with you etc. There was a man in Nineveh, and he was wonderfully wise, he jumped into a thorn hedge and rubbed his eyes. And with you etc. And when he saw that his eyes had popped out, he got very angry and jumped into another hedge and scratched them again. And with you etc. Oh, Johnnie is not a knight nor a laird, but I would follow Johnnie lad even if he were a caird. And with you etc. Oh, Johnnie is a good boy, He was one of my boys, I never had a better boy, And I'm twenty-nine. And with you, and with you, And with you, Johnnie boy, I'll drink the buckles of my shine With you, my Johnnie boy.
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Merry Fisherman (I)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 125, pp. 269-271. Sung by Mr. Richard Hartlan, South-East Passage. the cold northwest And the stormy winds that blow. It was in the winter season On the western shores we lay Aboard the old Veronia, Oh, I'll never forget that day. (6 additional stanzas; the final stanza is a poorly printed or faulty half stanza.)
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Jolly Old Roger
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Johnnie O'Rogers By Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, p. 318. Collected in 1935 from Mrs. Morris Stallings of New Harmony, Indiana. It was Johnnie O'Rogers, the tin man, who lived in an attic in New Amsterdam and showered blessings like spring rain; maidens and maidens of him shall sing. Chorus There never was a boy or man who could better mend a kettle or a pot than Johnnie O'Rogers, the man who makes pewter: Che whang! che wang! I'll shake you, I'll shake you bang! (2 additional verses)
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Happy sailors (me)
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"The Mariner's Glee" As found in [Charles] Dibdin and Others' Sea Songs and Ballads (London, 1863 ("Digitized by Google")), p. 185. "From 'Deuteromelia; or, the second part of Musick's Melodie,' etc. 1609." We are three poor sailors Fresh off the seas; We spend our lives in danger, while others live at ease. Let's dance turn, turn, shall we dance circle? And he who is a bully boy, come and curse me on the floor. We care not for those martial men who despise our states; For them we dance this round, around, For them we dance this round, And whoever's a bully boy, Come and throw me down.File: OpGa039
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The Gatineau Girls By Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, #54, pp.190-191. Compiled by O. J. Abbott of Hull, Quebec, April 1960. I am a happy boy, I love to sing and dance. I wonder what my girl would say if she saw my pants. Fourteen patches on the knees and sixteen on the stern, I use them when I'm in the woods and coming home. I go my jovial way and spend my free money. I have a lot, come drink lager with me. (2 additional verses)
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #30, pp. 16-18. The spelling is mostly Dyboski, with no abbreviation marking. I don't know how to sing but today when the happy shepherd made me so happy? I The shepherd sat on a hill, He wore his tabard and his hat, His tar box, his pipe and his flag; His name was called joly, joly Wat; very happy. Can't I sing until today when the happy shepherd made me so happy? , vt today! Because in your pype myche joy has gone so crazy. Can't I sing but today? What did the joyful shepherd do for my joy? (8 additional verses)
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The Boardwalk of Jone o' Greenfield
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 432-433. Source not indicated. Said Jone to his wife, on a hot summer's day, "I am resolved that Grinfilt must not stay; be a soger, a brave Owdham I'll see, And I'll have a battle with the French. Foot or piss to ride? Young lady , I'll ride another donkey or mule, before I kewer i' Grinfilt os black as te dule, Booath clemmink a starvink, a never a fardink, Ecod! would drive Mony crazy (5 additional verses)
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 28, pp. 126-128. From Nicolas Underhill's corner of Nor'west Bridge in 1959. I'll tell you a story about the Jones Boys who lived on the hill over there, two jolly fellows with a twinkle in their eye, and each of them owned a mill. sawmill on a hillside, and Eliza worked the kiln, and they worked all night, and they worked all day, but they couldn't make the damn sawmill pay. Then hi dum diddle um Johnny Jones, Then hi dum diddle um Jimmy. all night and worked all day, but they couldn't make the damn sawmill pay.
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julie ann johnson
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July Ann Johnson, by Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 9. Based on Scarborough's own recollection of songs sung by a girl named "Tish".
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Jim Crow Printed by Douglas Gilbert on p. 18 of lost chords. Come listen girls and boys, I'm just from Tuckyahoe, I'll sing a little song, my name is Jim Crow. I went down to the river but I didn't want to stay, when I saw so many girls I couldn't run away. (2 additional verses)
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Just before the battle, mother
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From the score published in 1862 by Root & Cady. Title page inscribed Just before GEO.F.ROOT1's MOTHER Song & Chorus battle. Before the battle, mother, I am thinking of most of you; While we're in the field, we're watching, With the enemy in sight. Brave comrades lie about me, full of thoughts of home and God; Because they know well that in the morning some go to sleep under the grass. CHORUS Goodbye mother, never again press me against your heart; But, oh, won't you forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the dead .2. Oh, I long to see you, mother; and the loving at home; But, I'll never leave our flag, Until I can come with honor. Tell the traitors around you That their cruel words we know In every battle they slay our soldiers For the help they give the enemy.3. Listen carefully! I hear the sound of the bugles, It's the signal to fight, Now that God protects us, Mother, As He always does right. Hear "The War Cry of Liberty" as it swells in the air; Oh yes, we will rally around the flag or die nobly there.
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only a girl
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By Margaret Bradford Boni, editor, _Songs of the Gilded Age_, piano arrangements by Norman Lloyd and illustrations by Lucille Corcos, GoldenPress, 1960, pp. 68-70. I'm in love with a sweet girl, just one, just one, I meet her early every morning, rain or shine, rain or shine, We go to work together, As happy as possible. We really are two birds of a feather, just a little girl and me. a girl, just a girl, there are others, I know, but they are not my pearl. Rain or shine, she's the same, I'll be happy forever with just one girl. (1 additional verse)
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just tell them you saw me
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By Margaret Bradford Boni, editor, _Songs of the Gilded Age_, piano arrangements by Norman Lloyd and illustrations by Lucille Corcos, GoldenPress, 1960, pp. 113-115.1. One night, as I was strolling along the street, bent on mere pleasure after the day's business, I saw a girl who shrugged her shoulders at me, in whom I recognized my schoolmate in a distant city. “Is that you, Madge?” I said. she quickly walked away. "Don't go Madge, I'm still your friend; I'm going to see the old folks again next week and I thought maybe you wanted to send a message." tell them you saw me," she said, "they'll know the rest. Just tell them I look good, you know, just whisper it if you get the chance, mama dear, and say, I love her like I loved her. A long, long time ago." (1 additional verse)
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Kafoozalem (I)
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From Sigmund Spaeth, Read 'Em and Weep (Revised Edition), pp. 131-132. In ancient times there lived a Turk, a hideous beast even in the East, who did the sacred work of the Prophet, as a barber. from Jerusalem. He had a smiling blonde daughter, fair skinned and light brown hair, with nothing like a Turk except her name Kafoozalem! The youth dwelt near her - His name was Sam - A perfect lamb That was of ancient stock, And came from ancient Methuselah; He ran a trade (and prospered well) In cat furs And used hats; And ringing the air bell, He saw and loved Kafoozalem. [Chorus] If Sam had been a Muslim, he could have sold that old barber, and with a verse from the Al Koran he could have tricked them; but no, oh no! Sam tried to plan -- One day he slipped -- The plane ticket -- And infiltrated the Turkish harem To take Kafoozalem. [Chorus] The old man began to smoke, when the slaves ran with a horrible roar: "Marshallah! The dogs of your house broke! Oh, come down and kill them!" The old man smiled into his face. He said twenty sentences, then ran downstairs to find a man with three old tiles kissing Kafoozalem. [Chorus] The barber went to his dressing table and, still smiling with great coolness, took a bowstring from a drawer and smeared it well with goozalum. both, and threw them into the brook Kidron (which passes through Jerusalem). [Chorus] In ancient times, the story goes on, when it was day in Babylon, and when the silver moon rose and shone in Jerusalem, amid the cries of cats, a sound falling from the crumbling walls. -A ghost was seen, with three old hats, K-kiss Kafoozalem! [Chorus]
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Katharine Jaffray [Nina 221]
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Child's A, compiled from Herd's text and a text known to Burns. 1 There lived a girl in that valley, And doun in that valley, O And Katherine Jaffray was her name, Well known to many men. O 2 There came the Laird of Lauderdale, Out of the South Country, All to woo this fair damsel, her bridegroom to-be. 3 He told her father and mother that they were born, and the rest of her kindred, and told the girl that she was sold, and his consent gained. 4 Then came the Laird of Lochinton, Frae beyond the English border, All to woo this fair maiden, Well mounted in good order. 5 He told the father and mother that they are to be married, as I have heard some say, but he did not tell the girl to sell until the wedding day. 6 When the day was appointed and the friends met and married, Lord Lauderdale came to the place, The bride to see. 7 'Or did you come for sport, young man? Or are you coming to play? Or did you come to see our bride, just on her wedding day? 8 'I didn't come to play,' he says, 'nor did I come to play; But if I could see your girlfriend, I would leave. 9 There was a glass of red wine Fill them between them, And she drank Lauderdale, That had been her true love. 10 Then he took her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve, And he rode her high behind him there, In the bridegroom he bade her not to live.11 Then the blude went down the Cowden Banks And down the Cowden Braes, and she saw the trumpet sound, 'Oh, this is foul, foul play!' 12 Now, you who are in England, or born in England, come to Scotland to court a girl, or else you will get the lordship. 13 They will call you and settle you, until your wedding day And they will give frogs instead of fish, and they will play dirty, dirty
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Adapted from LochinvarSir Walter Scott above. He did not stop for the bridle and did not stop for the stone, he swam in the river Esk where he did not wade; but ere he came to Netherby's door, the bride had consented, the gallant was late: For a vagabond in love and a coward in war, Wed fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly did he enter Netherby Hall, Among the bride's men, and kindred, and brothers, and all: Then spake the bride's father, with his hand on his sword, (For the poor cowardly bridegroom never said a word) 'Oh, come here in peace, or join the war, Or dance at our wedding, young Lord Lochinvar? d your daughter, my demand you denied; --Love rises like the Solway, but ebbs like the tide. And now I've come, with this lost love of mine, To carry just a measure, to drink a glass of wine. There are fairer maidens in Scotland, May I be young Lochinvar's bride. The bride kissed the cup: the gentleman took it, drank the wine and threw the cup away. her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her gentle hand, before his mother could stop him, --'Now we step in a measure!' said young Lochinvar. So majestic her form, and so beautiful her face, that never did a salon like a gallant grace her; The maidens whispered, "It was far better to have our fair cousin wed to young Lochinvar." take to the ass the fair lady who spun, so light into the saddle before her did she leap! 'She won! we set out, over the shore, the bushes and the scaur: They will have swift steeds to follow them,' says young Lochinvar. There was a ride between Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks and Musgraves, they rode and ran: There were races and chases in Cannobie Lee, but the lost bride of Netherby was never seen.
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Kathleen Mavourneen
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From "The Dime Song Book #2" (1860), p. 26. Kathleen Mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking, the hunter's horn is heard on the hill, the lark of his light wing the bright dew is shivering, Kathleen Mavourneen! what, still sleeping! Oh! Have you forgotten how long we should be apart? Oh! Have you forgotten this day when we must part? It may last for years, it may last forever; Oh! Why are you silent, voice of my heart? It can last for years and it can last forever; So why are you silent, Kathleen Mavourneen? Kathleen Mavourneen! wake up from your dreams The blue mountains shine in the golden sunlight; oh! Where is the spell that always hung on my numbers? Rise in your beauty, star of the evening, Rise in your beauty, star of the evening, Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling At the thought of Erin and you, I must part; It could be for years, it could be forever. So why are you silent, voice of my heart? It can last for years and it can last forever; So why are you silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?
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Katie Lee e Willie Gray
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From Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 246-247. Presumably from some other print collection. Two brown heads with disheveled curls, red lips closed over pearls, bare feet white and wet with dew, two black eyes and two blue eyes, were a girl and a boy, Katie Lee and Willie Grey. He sits on a porch and looks! She swings a basket back and forth, very different from the one she used to swing years ago. This one is long, deep and wide, and has rockers on the sides. 10)
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kenneth cameron
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), #34, item III, p. 131. From Ed "Arkansaw" Springstate to Bemidji, Minnesota. Gilboyd gave orders to James to help them go, to steer the boat through Miller's Falls on the lookout for the hidden enemy. Kenneth Cameron, at her side, said these words to James. "You say ashore and I'll go, because it's dangerous to be late." (an additional partial verse)
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The Keys of Canterbury, The
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I'll Give You a Paper of Pins, by W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, Item #5 (First Full Text), p. 52. From an anonymous boy in New York. "I give you a paper of pins, and so my love begins; if you marry me, me, me, if you marry me". I will not accept your role as pins, if this is how your love begins, then I will not marry you, you, you, enemy, I will not marry you. and comb her golden hair. "I'll give you a silver spoon, you'll feed your baby in the afternoon", I'll give you a green dress, so that you look like a queen. I'll give you the key to my heart, so you can close it and never part again. "I will give you the key to my chest, So that you have money at your request." "I accept * the key to your chest, to have money at my request; and I will marry you, with you, with you, and I will marry you." "Ha ha ha, money is everything, and there's no way I'm not going to marry you; I'm not going to marry you, you, you, because I'm not going to marry you."
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good fortune
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The Drummer By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #27, p. 54. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. One bright summer morning in the sweet month of May, Twenty-four ladies strolled so merrily, A regiment of soldiers passed by, And a drummer caught one of them. .Chorus: And it's oh my hard luck. (8 additional verses)
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King and Countryman of the West, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, p. 431-432. Apparently a version printed by Alex. Melbourne. There was an old man in the west country, A flaw in the contract the lawyers found, 'It was all about felling five oak trees, And building a house on his own land. Very looral, looral, looral - right to looral la! Now this old man would go to Lunnon, to tell the king a part of his affliction, likewise to tell him a part of his pain, hoping that the king would give him relief. (8 additional verses)
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King Arthur's death
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 110-116, a version based on Percy's. morning, this painful battle was bound to be where many knights shouted, 'Good morning! Oh, it was more pity. Before the first cockcrow, when the king was lying in his bed, he thought that Sir Gawain was coming towards him, and so these words were spoken to him: (28 additional stanzas)
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king edward
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 186-187. Collected by Samuel Elliot Morrison from boatmen in St. San Cristobal. Love, only love, makes King Edwards leave the throne. Love, only love, makes King Edwards leave the throne. There never was a king so great But love made him abdicate. On December 10th, we heard that He gave the throne to the Duke of York. (6 additional verses)
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King William was the son of King James
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King Arthur Was the Son of King William By W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #27 (second text, with melody), p. 73. Said to be an "extremely familiar" round of kissing "throughout the central and southern states". the West, Star of the one you love most. If she is not here, do not side with her, But choose another with all your heart. On the rug you must kneel, While the grass grows in the field, Greet your bride, and kiss her sweetly, and rise again.
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King William Was the Son of King George By W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item#177, p. 246, from Connecticut. King William was the son of King George, and of royal blood he was born; on his chest he wore a stowe, which denotes the sign of distress. Ma'am, would you make a list and go? He must put on his broad-brimmed hat and continue with the fife and drum.
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King William As printed in Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland, Volume I, p. 302, first text. By H. Hardy, Hanging Heaton, Yorkshire. King William was King David's son, And all the royal race run; in the field over there; greet your girlfriend and kiss her sweetly, get up again.
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Singing Game (King William was the son of King James) Collected by Nancy Roeder from her mother in 1992-1993. Information about this oral history project can be found at https://bit.ly/2KQwyLQ. King William was the son of King James and of a royal race; on his chest was a gold and silver star, symbol of war. Go choose the East, Go choose the West, Go choose the one you love best, And if she (he) isn't there to take her share Go choose another with all your heart. On this rug you shall kneel As sure as the grass grows green in the field. Say hello to your sweater and kiss it sweetly, and now you can get up.
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Kingdom Coming (The Year of Jubilee)
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Kingdom ComingFrom sheet music published in 1862 by Root & Cady. Inscribed title page Twentieth Kingdom Coming Edition SONG AND CHORUS BY HENRY C. AUTHOR OF "Nellie Lost and Found"; "Our Captain's Last Words"; Grafted in the army, etc.", on the bank, where Linkum's rubber boats were; He took his hat, and suddenly he was gone, and I fancy he fled! CHORUS. It must be now that the kingdom, and the year of the Jubilee!' He won't turn around He practices so much they call him Captain, and he tans so terribly, I figure he's trying to trick the Yankees into thinking he's contraband CHORUS, lonely libingin in the log house on the lawn, they move darts to the dough hall, to keep him while he's gone. everything will be confiscated when Linkum's sojers arrive. he causes us trouble and makes us dodge a spell, we lock him in the cellar of the smokehouse, with the key thrown in the well The whip is missing, the shackles broken, but the masseur will have his pay He's old enough, big enough, he should know better Dan's gone and run away CHORUS
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Kintey Coy em Samsonville
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #162, pp. 595-596. From Jerry Van Kleeck's recitation. Old Abbey Kelder had a brewery; Boys went there by moonlight; Chorus: With a jig-ji ottem and a foddy toddy eh, With a jig-ji ottem and a jig-di eh. (3 additional verses)
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gray kitten
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 106. From the Rowell manuscript. One morning, while taking a detour through the town's cemetery, I saw a beautiful creature passing by. Her eyes were like diamonds, her teeth like pearls, her cheeks like roses and her hair tied in curls. I walked over to her and stopped beside her. I said, "My beautiful creature, would you be my bride?" Go home and ask Mom if you're serious. “I gained and emigrated with my own Kitty Grey. Poor Kitty Gray (2 additional verses)
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kitty wells
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, No. 127, p. 395.Provided by Violet Norland; collected in 1916. Supposedly copied by John Raese, who learned it around 1880.1 You may wonder what makes me cry while others around me are so happy; What makes the tears run down my face From the early morning until the end of the day. Chorus While the birds sing in the morning, and the myrtle and ivy bloom, and the sun rises over the hills, that's when I lay you in the grave.2 My sad story you will hear, while you are in my fresh memory dwells; It'll make you shed a tear On my sweet Kate Wells' grave.3 I'll never forget the day, As we stood together around the valley, I kissed her cheek and mentioned the day I was to marry Kate Wells.4 But death came in the way. door of my cabin and stole my joy, my pride; But when I found him gone, I put down my banjo and wept.5 Spring has no charms for me, though flowers bloom in the valley; It's that sweet shape I can't see, The shape of my dear Kate Wells.
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Katy Wells From [H. M. Wharton], War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, pp. 212-213. You ask what makes this dark-haired man sad, why he, like others, is not cheerful, what makes tears run down his cheeks from early morning until the end of the day? mora, will make you all shed a tear on my sweet Katy Wells' grave. Chorus: When the birds sang in the morning, and the myrtle and ivy blossomed, when the sun rose over the hills; It was then that we laid her in the tomb. Oh, I remember well the day we wandered through the glens together, I kissed his cheek and mentioned the day he would marry Katy Wells. But death came through my cabin door and stole my joy and pride, and when I found it gone I put down my banjo and wept. Spring has no charms for me, the flowers that bloom in the valleys there is a form I long to see; The shape of my sweet Katy Wells. Chorus: Sometimes I wish I was dead, and lay beside her in the grave, for the pain now bows my head silently to the midnight dark, I long for the day I'll hold her. my heart, while in the heavenly fields we roam and never, never again will we part. Chorus--
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Knees up, brown mother
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 78, September 19, 2021, as posted by user John5918. I'll saw off your legs right now Knees up, knees up, don't get carried away by the breeze Knees up Mama Brown...
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Knickerbocker Line, A
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #146A, pp. 551-552. From the song by George Edwards. My wife is a tailor, tailor by trade, She made a lot of pants right away for me, She'll start in the morning, have them made right away, She's a regular, don't touch her on the Knickerbocker Line. Chorus: She's a platform, she's a jig, she's a freaky fast dig! Warm me up for mine ha ha ha, drive south in my Rovering Joe, drive away and never come back, until the winter roads are done and the car is on the track. (2 additional verses)
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Knight of Green, The
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Night in Green, by Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 184-191. From the "GrandeyBlankbook", seen across Flanders in 1939. A northern lord of great renown. Two daughters had the eldest brown. The youngest, most beautiful and elegant. A noble knight came riding there. dThe Noble Lord Then Answered (49 additional stanzas)
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The Worker's Daughter, The (The Knight's Dream)
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The Gentleman and the Workman's Daughter By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 422-423. Sung by Freeman Bennett, St. Paul's, July 1958. It's about a rich gentleman who had a dream, about someone who had beautiful features; I couldn't rest, but I could take a trip to England to see that beautiful creature. 6 additional verses)
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Lad in the Scotch Brigade, The (The Banks of the Clyde)
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 133, pp. 320-321. "Sung by Ned Odell, Pinware, June 1960." Note that Leach spells the boy's name Gordie, not Geordie. The provided melody fits the second verse, not the first. girl; the boy's name was Gordie and Lassie's was Jean; she hugged him and screamed, "Don't leave me", because Gordie was going to fight for his queen. She kissed him and held him close to her heart once more Until his eyes spoke the love his lips could not express; The last words were spoken; they kissed and left (4 additional verses)
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Lady Alice [Girl 85]
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George Collins As recorded by Roy Harvey and the North Carolina Ramblers, Ashland, Kentucky, February 16, 1928 (Brunswick 250). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. George Collins came home on a cold winter night, George Collins came home so well, George Collins came home on a cold winter night, got sick and died. when she learned that George had died, she laid her silk aside. He followed him up, he followed him down, he followed him to the tomb; and there he sat down on a cold stone, very cold, wept, wept, prayed. "Lower the coffin, take off the lid, put the sheets back on so thin, and let me kiss his cold pale cheeks, for I know he will never kiss mine." cry so much? There's less than one." "Oh mother, oh mother, George has my heart, his day on earth is over. My friend is about to part, and why not you and I." "Oh, don't you see that lonely dove, there, flying from pine to pine; she mourns her own true love, as I mourn mine."
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Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament
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Lady Bothwell's Lament By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 Edition], Volume II, No. 130, pp. 135-136. The source is not indicated. cry out: If you shut up, I'll be happy; Your grief completely saddens my heart. Come down, my son, your mother's joy, Your father gave me a lot of trouble. Balow, balow, balow, balow, balow, balow, balow, lu lilli lu. Balow, my dear, sleep a little, and when you wake, smile sweetly: but don't smile like your father, to deceive the maidens, no. God forbid, because in his eyes I see the look of him, the tempting look that ruined me. Balow, balow &c. (11 additional verses)
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Lady Elspat [Niño 247]
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Taken by Pamela Reinagel from an anonymous singer in Boyne Falls, Michigan, USA in July 2013. The singer claimed that she originally learned it from printed material, which could very well have been Child (lyrics) and Bronson (melody). In her version, however, most of the Scottish dialect has been translated into the local dialect. "How arched is her brow, my Lady Elspat. How golden yellow is her hair. Of all the maidens of fair Scotland, there is none like the fair Lady Elspat." "Keep your vows, sweet William," said he, "The vows you made to me, And at the back of my mother's castle Tonight I shall surely find you" But woe to your brother's page Who heard the words that these two said [He] said to his lady mother, which brought sweet William much grief, for she took him, sweet William, and went away, and bound him with the string of her bow, till the red blood of her fair body sprouted from every nail in his hands Oh, fell in a moment when Lord Justice came to town [Out?] She took him away, Sweet William, Brought him before Lord Justice, bound. “And what is the crime, now, madam?” he said. “This was committed by this young man. ?” "Oh, he broke my fair castle, That was well armed with lime and stone" "And he broke my fair breasts What was good [bands?] oak and rafters, and he stole my rich jewels, I know that He has them , all of them." So spoke Lady Elspat as she sat on Lord Justice's knee. "Oh, you told your story, mother, I beg you, Lord Justice, hear me out." "Oh, he did not break her fair castle, it is well armed with lime and stone, and he did not steal her rich jewels, I know he has them, everybody." But though he was my first fine lover And though he I had sworn to be his girlfriend, Because I didn't have a large inheritance, That's how I would share our loves." Then the good Lord Justice spoke. So, release his bonds and set him free!" Son of my big sister."====================================== ============================================= He learned the song from that meeting and then sang the song from memory, after which the melody and the words diverged slightly. PR notes an intentional shift in replacing the final couplet with a generic ballad curse, acknowledging that this shifts the interpretation of the story's ending away from how it was understood historically and toward an interpretation she found preferable in the current cultural context. Sung by Pamela Reinagel, San Diego, CA, USA, April 2018: "How arched is your forehead, Lady Elsbet. How golden yellow your hair is. There is no maiden in all fair Scotland. Compared with fair Lady Elsbet." "Keep your vows then, sweet William," he said. "The promises you made to me And at the back of my mother's castle Tonight I'll surely find him" But woe to his brother's page Who heard all these two said For he told his lady mother That so much brought the sweet William Alas! For she bore him, sweet William, and bound him with her bowstring, till the crimson red blood of her fair body ran from every nail of her hand, and fell long afterward. The good Lord Justice came to town and she took him away, Sweet William, and brought him to Lord Justice, bound. “And what is the crime, then, madam?” said he, "was committed by this youth?" He broke my fair castle, Which was well made of lime and stone" "And he broke my fair breasts That were well bound in oak and band And he stole my rich jewels I know he has them, all the world" But then Lady said Elsbet as she sat at Lord Justice's knees "Oh, you heard my mother's story; I beg you, Lord Justice, now hear me." Jewels, I know he has them, all of them" "But though he was my first true lover And though I swore to be his bride, Because he has no great estate, She that would divide our loves" And then spoke the good Lord Justice. I saw a tear in his eyes: "I see no guilt in this young man. Untie his hands and set him free!" "Take back your love, Lady Elsbet, and my blessings to you both, Woe to your cruel mother for this false act she has committed! The April 2018 recording transcribed above was officially released as a single on CDBaby on 4/21/ 19 https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/pamelareinagel2
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Spindleston Heughs Laidley Worm, O
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The Laidley Worm De Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 180-181. he said, wondering as he spoke, "This princess of the north surpasses all women in beauty and courage." The envious queen finally answered: degree.” “I will compare it to a Laidley worm that squirms around the stone; and until Childy Wynd returns, she will be conquered again." (Verses 1, 4, 5, 6 of 26)
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 358-359. The immediate source is not mentioned, but appears to be based on Lady Nairn's text. The Laird o' Cockpen is proud and great, His mind is occupied with the affairs of state; He wanted a wife to maintain his muscle strength. But dating favors are fascinating to look for. Near the dyke beside the dyke lived a leddy - At the head of his table he thought she would do well - MacLeish's ae dochter o' Claversha' Lea, A penniless girl with a long pedigree. Her wig was foamy and neat as new, her doublet was red and her stockings were blue; he put on a ring, a sword and a cocked hat, and what could refuse the Laird with that? He set up his naig and set up cannilie, and when he reached Claversha 'Lea, "Gae told Mrs. Jean to come quickly, Ben, she wanted to speak with the Laird o' Cockpen." -flower wine, "What brings the Laird here at a bad time?" She took off her apron, put on a silk dress, a mutch of red ribbon and left. And when she bent down, and what her mission was, she let him know, surprised he was when the leddy said "No!" And with a low courtesy he awa'. He rode a cannilie and often thought, as he trotted across the valley, "She was a fool to refuse Laird o' Cockpen." and I'll get better, so I'll have ten, I was a fool to refuse Laird o' Cockpen. Cockpen.
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Sad Swamp Lake
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By Thomas Moore, The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Complete in One Volume (London: Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1845 ("Digitized by Google")), pp. 107-108, "The Lake of the Shadowmoor". "They made a grave for her, very cold and wet "For a soul so warm and true" And she went to the Misty Marsh Lake, "Where, all night, by the light of a firefly lamp,"She rows your white canoe." And soon I'll see his firefly lamp, "And soon I'll hear his oar; "Our life will be long and loving," And I'll hide the maiden in a cypress tree, "When death's passage is near." Far from the Sad Swamp he goes hurried - His path was rough and painful, Through tangled junipers, reeds, Through many swamps, where the serpent feeds, And man never before trod To sleep, if her eyelids knew sleep, she would lie down, where the deadly vine weeps its poisonous tear and drenches the flesh at night with a scorching dew. I breathed in her ear, until she began to cry, from her waking dream: "Oh! when shall I see the dark lake, "and my sweetheart's white canoe?" He saw the lake, and a bright and swift meteor touched its surface - "Welcome," said he, "my beloved light! And the dismal shore echoed for many nights, the maiden's name cold as death! birch bark, Which carried him away from the shore, Far, far away he followed the meteorite's spark, The wind was strong and the clouds dark, and the boat never returned, But often, from the Indian hunters' camp, this most faithful lover and maiden meet in the wet hour of midnight to cross the lake to a firefly lamp and paddle in her white canoe!File: BRE1021
land of the silver birch
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 1790-191. By Merrick Jarrett of Toronto. Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver, Where still the mighty elk roams at ease, Blue lake and rocky shore, I will return once more. WRITE: Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boom boom boom, Boo-oo-oom. (2 additional verses)
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Bola de Lanigan (I)
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From Sigmund Spaeth, Weep Some More, My Lady, pp. 222-224. No source is indicated. In the town of Athol lived a certain Jimmy Lanigan, he beat himself till he had not a pound; his father died and made him a man again, leaving him a ten-acre farm. He threw a big party for all his relatives, who were beside him when he went to the sea wall; so if they listen I'll make their eyes shine with the rows and breaks in Lanigan's Ball. Chorus: Whack! fall lal, fall lal, tal ladeddy, Whack! cai lal, cai lal, tal daded-dy, Whcak! fall lal, fall lal, tal ladeddy, Whack hurroo! to the Lanigan ball! (5 additional verses)
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Larry O'Gaff
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 148, p. 314. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio. Note that this is one of the last verses in most versions. Come home and peace I've brought you, Welcome to Ireland Larry O'Gaff. With me bull-bub-bub, hil-li-loo, drums beating loud, All my life I play the fife, Patrick's day go off; In the army so playful we drink the whiskey, whoo! Long live old Ireland and Larry O'Gaff.
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Last Longhorn, The
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From Jim Bob Tinsley, He Was Singin' This Song, University of Central Florida, 1981, p. 220. An old bovine with long horns was dying by the riverside, vegetation was lacking and the cold winds made it shiver. The eunuch struggled and lifted his trembling head, saying, "I don't mind staying when all my friends are dead. These Jerseys and these Holsteins are not my friends; they belong to the nobility that live across the brine." 6 additional verses)
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Laundry Song, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 358-359. "Obtained... from a fifteen-year-old boy at the Detroit Detention Center." I used to work in the kitchen and wash the pots and pans, but now I work in the laundry room and wash the smelly socks. I knew a gang of seven men who said, "Now come with me and do what I tell you to do, and you'll surely enjoy yourself." (Verses 1, 6 of 11)
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lazy club, the
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #107, pp. 399. From the song by Marvin Yale. Not so, hard work will never make you fat. Chorus: Skiddy-me-dig, ri-too-ra-lo, Skiddy-me-dig, ri-too-ra-lo, Skiddy-me-dig, ri-too-ra-lo, Skiddy-me-dog, ri-too-ra-lo. But in the morning when he wakes up he has breakfast and then he goes upstairs and enjoys toast and bushes and says he joined a Lazy Club. (1 additional verse)
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Lazy Mary (She Doesn't Get Up)
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Lazy Mary From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item#32, pp. 96, maybe from New York "Lazy Mary, will you get up? [Lazy Mary, will you get up? Get up,] * Will you get up today?" "What are you going to get me for breakfast if I get up, if I get up, if I get up today?" A slice of bread and a cup of tea. ...No, mother, I won't get up... [Verse missing calling Maria to dinner] A nice young man with rosy cheeks... Yes, mother, I will get up...* The score includes this line, which it certainly is the way I remember the song, but the text printed below omits it.
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What will you give me if I get up? From Louise Pound, American Ballads and Songs, No. 110, pp. 225-226. Collected in 1916 by Lucia Saxer of Mount Clare, Nebraska. "What will you give me if I get up, if I get up, if I get up? What will you give me if I get up.* If I get up today?" "A slice of bread and a cup of tea, A cup, a cup, a cup of tea, A slice of bread and a cup of tea, If you get up today." "No, mother, I'm not getting up, no, no, I'm not getting up, No, mother, I'm not getting up, I'm not getting up today." "What will you give me if I get up, if I get up, if I get up? What will you give me if I get up* if you get up today?" "A handsome young man with rosy cheeks, With rosy cheeks, with rosy cheeks, A handsome young man with rosy cheeks, If you wake up today." I'll get up, I'll get up, yes, mother, I'll get up, I'll get up today.'* Notice the curious difference in punctuation in these identical stanzas. Presumably the first is a typo.
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lesley allen
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 29, p. 129. From George E. Duplessis's song of the BelRiver Bridge, circa 1950. A young man came from the town of Moncton As the autumn leaves were falling. He came to win a hunter's crown When the autumn leaves called. Black Brook Discredited, his group found a sheltered nook for rest and recreation. (3 additional verses)
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let me drive
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #170, p. 388. From the song of Sue Thomas of North Carolina, 1933. Well, I'm a soldier, let me ride. Well I'm a soldier let me ride Well I'm a soldier let me ride Get out of your car and let me ride! I've been turned, let me ride. I've been turned, let me ride. I've been turned, let me ride. Get out of your car and let me ride! 4 additional verses)
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Let's all go to the Strand!
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 78, September 19, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Chorus only: Let's all go down to the beach ('eat a banana) Let's all go down to the beach I'll be the leader, you can march in the back Come with me and see what we can find Let's all go down to the beach Oh what a happy land This is the place of fun and noise All between girls and boys So let's all go to the beach...File: LTCSLAGS
Letter that never arrived, A
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As printed in Douglas Gilbert on p. 142 of Lost Chords. Any lyrics here for me? was the question he asked the postman at the end of the day. She turned away sadly with a sigh and a tear welled up in her eyes. He lowered his head and slowly walked away. Then he asked, "How can this be? Will it ever come to me?" He waited all those years in vain. But since morning light, he waited until late at night for the letter, but unfortunately, it never arrived. Chorus: Was it from a gray haired mother? A sister or a brother, has he waited in vain all these years? Yet from the morning light He would wait with bright cheer But the letter he longed for never arrived. Poor soul of him had gone with the tide. In his hands they found a note with the last words he had written: letter, please, put it near me. *** B *** As recorded by Charlie Poole, Columbia 15179-D, 1927. What follows is a comparison of my transcription (RBW) with that of Kinney Rorrer. I used my score to get closer to the song's obvious intent. my transcription differs from Rorrer's (RamblingBlues, p. 76) are marked with * and listed at the end. "Got mail for me?" was the question he asked the postman at the end of the day. she sighed as a tear came to his eyes as she lowered her head and slowly walked away. Was it from a* gray-haired mother, a sister or a brother? He waited all these years in vain. Oh, from morning light I waited for the letter until nightfall, but in the end it never came. As he waited all these years, joy mixed with tears. Poor soul of him had disappeared *with a* tide. in her hand she held a note, and those simple words she wrote: "If the letter arrives, put it near me." Variants: Cho.1 -- "a": registering clearly (all three times); Rorrer "your" 2.3 -- "disappeared": so Rorrer; I thought it might be "peter" 2.3 -- "a": Rorrer "o"
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Life on the ocean wave, The
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From Martin Gardner, Famous Poems from Bygone Days, pp. 123-124. A life in the ocean's waves, a home in the undulating depths, where the scattered waters rave and the winds maintain their merriment. Like a caged eagle I yearn On this monotonous unchanging shore: Oh! Give me the flashing brine, the spray, and the storm's roar! (2 additional verses)
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lifeboat, the
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From Louis W. Chappell, _Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle_, #99, p. 172. Collected 1938 from Laura Lamb of Tyner, NC. We're floating on the currents of time, we don't have long to stay, the storm clouds of darkness have turned to a brighter day. left alone; The lifeboat is coming. To pick up your jewelry at home. (1 additional verse)
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Lillian Brown
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 299, p. 689. It is said to have been sung by "F. Coleman" in 1922.1 As the sun in its decaying beauty shone brightly in the west, a fair maiden of fortune wondered how soon she would meet death.2 Lillian Brown of Stanent,* Virginia Ela was boarding near West Durham Mill. Tired of life and all its problems, she drank poison with which she filled a bottle.3 God only knows how this girl suffered; He paid a terrible debt to be free. After drinking the contents of the bottle, she said: 'My God, have mercy on me.'* The editors surmise that this may be a mistake for "Staunton".
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lirio lee
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #98A, pp. 377. Compiled from Charles Ingenthron of Walnut Shade, Missouri, September 6, 1941. Along the shores of the ringing sea is the humble home of my Lily Lee, and beyond the abyss and distance sailed her beloved all bright and happy. Gather diamonds, gather gold, And over waters so clear and so cold, Earth and seas may give up their dead Before I return without treasure, he said.
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Limbo
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The Spendthrift clapt into LimboAs printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 304-306. "From a chapter copy of 'Five Excellent New Songs. 1. TheValiant M'Craws..." Logan dates the print c. 1782. I was once big, I grew very little, An imitator of multum in parvo; I'm buried alive in a pile of rocks, Some say it's what I deserve, Oh! In what they said there is something true; I was a wild and extravagant youth; They spent a few hundred on Rachel and Ruth, so I'm in limbo. (10 additional verses)
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Lincolnshire Hunter, The
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The Poacher Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 348-349, "From a pamphlet 'Printed by J. Catnach, 2 Monmouth Street, 7 Dials'." poaching, as you'll soon hear; Oh! it's my pleasure on a clear night, in the season. As I and my companions set a trap, the ranger was watching us, he didn't care, we can fight, fight, my boys, jump anywhere; because it is my delight a bright night, in the season. While my companions and I were laying four or five, and taking them again, we got the hare alive; boys, we put them in the bag and sailed through the woods; because it is my delight a bright night, in the season. We shoulder it and wander about town, Call a neighbor's house and sell it for a crown; We sold it for a crown, my boys, but we didn't tell you where; For it is my pleasure on a clear night, in the season of the year. Here's to successful poaching, because I don't think it's fair, bad luck to every player who doesn't want to sell his deer, good luck to every player who wants to buy a piece, because it's my pleasure on a bright night, in the season.
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Linktem Blue (awesome song)
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Reeling Song By Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, p. 34. From "Mr. Cheney" of Dorset, Vermont. All the time, all the time, All the time, all the time, All the time, all the time, Blue link. Linktem blue is a very good song All the time, all the time, All the time, all the time, all the time, all the time, Linktem blue.
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 19. From a former slave named "Uncle Israel" who was thought to have African influence. All the time, all the time, all the time, Linked in blue. I'll bet any man a pint of brandy. All my grades will be thirty-two.
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Lips that touch drink will never touch mine
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Lips That Touch Liquor Should Never Touch Mine (by George W. Young) By Martin Gardner, Famous Poems from Bygone Days, pp. 70-71. You come to court me, but not as before, when I hastened to knock at my door; because I trusted that the one waiting for me then was the brightest, the truest, the noblest of men. hell; "But now they come to me with the sign of bacchanalia, and lips that touch liquor must never touch mine." (5 additional verses)
File: R341
listen to the nightingale
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From the score published in 1855 by Winner & Shuster. Title page inscribed Respectfully dedicated to Aaron R. Dutcher, Esq. LISTEN TO THE Mockingbird. MELODY By RICHARD MILBURN Written and arranged by Alice Hawthorn1. Now I'm dreaming of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally; Now I'm dreaming of Hally, For the thought of her is something that never dies: She's sleeping in the valley, in the valley, in the valley; She is sleeping (sic.) in the valley, And the mocking bird is singing where she lies. CHOIR. Hear the mockingbird, Hear the mockingbird, The mockingbird keeps singing over her grave; Hear the mocking bird, Hear the mocking bird, Still singing where the willows beckon.2. Oh! well i still remember, i remember, i remember, Ah! Well, I still remember when we used to meet in the cotton next to each other. It was a mild September, September, September, It was a mild September, And the mockingbird sang everywhere.3. When the charms of spring awaken, awake, awake: When the charms of spring awaken, And the thrush sings on the branch. I feel abandoned, abandoned, abandoned. I feel abandoned since my Hally is not with me now.
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Little Annie Rooney
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By Margaret Bradford Boni, editor, _Songs of the Gilded Age_, piano arrangements by Norman Lloyd and illustrations by Lucille Corcos, GoldenPress, 1960, pp. 83-85. style; Cheerful words her time for everything, There's little Annie Rooney. Every afternoon, rain or shine, I make a call 'between eight and nine About her, soon she'll be mine; Little Annie Rooney. Chorus: She is my love! I'm her boyfriend! She's my Annie! I'm her Joe! Soon we will be married, we will never part! Little Annie Rooney is my girlfriend. (2 additional verses)
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little bessie
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From W.K. McNeil, Southern Folk Ballads, Volume II, pp. 172-173. Collected from Viola Cole, Fancy Gap, Virginia, 1962. Same version in Roger D. Abrahams and George Foss, Anglo-American Folksong Style, pp. 122-123 Hug me tighter, mother, tighter; Put your arms around me tightly. Because I'm a cold and tired mother and I feel so strange tonight. Something hurts here, dear mother, Like a stone in my chest And I wonder, I wonder, Mother, Why can't I rest? (7 additional verses)
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birdie
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 89. "From the corner of Susie Cox." "Where are you going, little bird, little bird, where are you going, little bird?" "I'm going to the woods, sweet girl, sweet girl, I'm going to the woods." forest, sweet girl." "What's in the forest, little bird, little bird, what's in the forest, little bird?" "There's a tree in the forest, sweet girl, sweet girl, there's a tree in the forest, sweet girl."( 4 additional verses)
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Little bird with a silly name, the
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 27, Aug 29, 2021, as posted by user biblio. Early in the morning While I'm still sleeping A little twitter comes A little tweet comes From a little bird With a funny name It's the Eine kleine fleedle alphabetical floodle beedle boodle erna splitting louder boomer bird... now you!
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The little black train is coming
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Little Black Train, by Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, pp. 2460-261. The source is not stated, except that it is a Holy Roller song. God told Hezekiah in a message from on high: Go and put your house in order because you will surely die. Chorus: The little black train is coming, Make all your affairs right; You better get your house in order, because the train might arrive tonight. (10 additional verses)
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Little Brown Pitcher, The
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Little Brown JugFrom the score published in 1869 by J. E. Winner.Title page inscribed THE LITTLE BROWN JUG SONG AND CHORUS DE EASTBURN1. My wife and I lived alone, in a little log cabin we called our own, she loved gin and I loved rum, by the way, we had a great time. CHORUS Ha ha ha, you and me, "little brown jug" I don't love you;ha ha ha, you and me, "little brown jug" I don't love you.2. It's you who makes my friends my enemies, it's you who makes me wear old clothes; Here you are, so close to my nose, so tilt it up and it will fall.3. When I go to work on my farm I carry the little "brown jug" under my arm; I put it under a leafy tree, Little "Brown Jug", it's you and me. -- Cho.4. If all the people of Adam's race were gathered in one place; So I would prepare to shed a tear, before parting with you, my dear. -- Cho.5. If I had a cow that gave so much milk, I would dress her in the finest silk; I fed her the best hay and milked her forty times a day. -- Cho.6. The rose is read, so is my nose, The violet is blue, and so are you; And yet, I suppose before we stop, we'd better have another drop. -- Cho.
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Cabin Boy, The
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #56, pp. 214-215. From the song by George Edwards. It's about a lady so cheerful and possessed by a shining beauty, all because of a cabin boy. she cried, "My affections, they are so great, my mind is fixed on you." (11 additional verses)
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Woodpecker (I), The
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Collected by Alan and Elizabeth Lomax from Jim Howard of Harlan, Kentucky in 1939. Library of Congress #1376B2. Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. I'll tell you a new song that was recently made, It's about the little carpenter, he wooed a fair maiden; He courted her, courted her, loved her with her life; her if she would be his wife. An old man is coming, he came from Noey's ark, a long journey and courting in the dark; I don't like you, old man, you look very old and gloomy; Oh, my carpenter, oh what happened to him? Here comes a blacksmith, it was the other day, He gave me a handkerchief, or so they say; He gave me a gold ring to talk to him again; O-oh little carpenter, oh, what happened to him? A young man came, he came from the city of Scarlet, with chains and rings of gold, he threw them on the ground; I can imagine you, young man, you look so clean and neat, Oh, little carpenter, what would become of him? The carpenter arrived, he arrived so well and slowly; all the money he earns he brings to me to show me; he uses his ax all day and sits beside me all night, O my little carpenter, my heart's delight.
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The Little Cappender As found in William Henry Long, _Dictionary of Isle of Wight Dialect_ (1886), p. 119. From a sweep provided by Virgil Philpott to Lyle Lofgren. clean and organized; But oh, the little cappender, what will become of him? The vust was a varmer and knew how to plow and plow; vor you, you goos zo clean and trim; But, oh, the little cappender, what will become of him?' Then came an old man who came skipping in the dark. He said, 'My dearest jewel, 'you have captured my heart; I have a crush on you, you'll be neat and tidy; but, oh, the closer, what will become of him?' Next was a blacksmith who came from the Newtown fair. small of his tent, he gave her his silk handkerchief all the time to wear, saying, 'Oh, the little cappender, what will become of him?' I'll work with my ax while I can. fan, and all the money I can get, I'll put it in my purse, I'll put it in my purse, till Zadderday evening, and 'te oh, my little cappender, you're my heart's delight.
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Little drops of water (Little things)
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Martin Gardner's Little Things, Famous Poems of Bygone Days, p. 36. Little drops of water, little grains of sand, make the ocean mighty and the earth pleasant. Thus the small moments, however humble, constitute the mighty ages of eternity. Thus, our small mistakes distance the soul from the path of virtue. , Far away in the sin of going astray. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Help make the earth happy Like the sky above.
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Little Musgrave e Lady Barnard [Niño 81]
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Matty Gru Recorded by Bronni Galin and Ben Schwartz in Harlem, New York, February 1955, sung by Mrs. Childres and Mrs. Daniels, two crucians discussing the St Croix King George play. Mrs. Daniels remembered Mrs. Daniels; Lady Daniels is the heroine's name in many versions of Child 81 (see, for example, Davis-Ballads 23B). The melody and the first two verses are very similar to: Blinky (Sylvester McIntosh) and the Roadmasters, "Matty Gru" (in VIBlinky01) Stand up Matty Gru stand up I say stand up Matty Gru stand up. Get up Matty Gru, get up It's time for you to get up and go home. Any man, any man, any man. Any man in another man's house. Any man in another man's house. Matt Gru. It's time for you to get up and go home. Did you like Matty Gru last night? Did you like Matty Gru last night? She says I liked her better than you. The singers talked about their elegant feathered outfits. , at least, is sung by a parrot.
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Little Nell of Narragansett Bay
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From Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, p. 345. Collected 1935 from Helen T. Little of Knoxville, Iowa. A defective version. I used to love a little beauty, but now she's not with me; The lilies of the valley grow on her forehead; And now I'm sad and lonely and crying all day for little Nell of Narragansett Bay, bright-eyed and smiling. Chorus Tolled, she rang the bell at the crack of dawn For lovely Nell, so quickly did she pass away; (2 additional verses)
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Old friend
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 377-378. Sung by Mike Kent, Cape Broyle, July 1951. It's by Sir Walter Raleigh, I think his name was. First he brought tobacco, he came from America. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be smoking my old friend. My friend, my friend, you are so dear to me, I love to sit and smoke when I finish my tea. In dry or rainy weather, you will always be my friend, and I give you my word that I will never part with my old friend. (Three additional verses plus half a verse)
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little rose
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My Pretty Pink By W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #175, p. 245. From East Tennessee. My beautiful rose, I once thought you and I would get married, but now I've lost all hope of that, I can't put it off any longer. I've got my pack on my back, my musket on my shoulder, I'm marching to Quebec City, be a brave soldier. Where coffee grows in white oak and rivers run with brandy, where boys are like a piece of gold and girls are sweet as candy.
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My Pretty Little Pink By Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 166. "The first verse and melody are by Lillian K. Rickaby of Riverside, California, as heard as a child in Galesburg, Illinois; the other two verses are by Neeta Marquis of Los Angeles, as learned by her mother in Kentucky at the end from the 1840s."1 My pretty Pink, I once thought you and I would be wed, but now I've given up all hope on you and I don't have time to stay.2 I'll carry my pack behind me, my rifle on my shoulder , and march to the Rio Grande, to look at the forest.3 Where coffee grows in the white oaks, and the river flows with brandy, where the girls are as sweet as can be and the boys love like caramel sugar.
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cais de liverpool
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #95, pp. 373. Collected from Mrs. Lillian Short of Cabool, Missouri, August 8, 1940. My mother was standing on the Liverpool pier, her handkerchief down to her eyes, and as the great ship slowly backed away from the tide, it was there that I gave her a kiss from farewell. CHORUS: Goodbye, I'm leaving you, I'm going far, far away, and when I return to the land where I was born, There will be no one to welcome me home, dear old home.
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Liverpool song, The
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By David W. Bone, Capstan Bars, 1932. Informant not included; It is said to have been heard in 1900. It was in the cold month of December. After spending all my money, I boarded the "Defender" clipper and headed west. CHORUS E is "Get ye back." Hey! "Take your break." Hey! Pull the winch. Play a ratchet. Play a ratchet! About the ship: seasons, staff, be helpful. Take tacks, sheets and pull the net! There were Dutch and Rossians and Spaniards, and Johnny Creepaws on the other side of France, and most of them didn't know a word of English, but they went by the name "Adelanto de mes." (Verses 1, 5 of 7)
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logan's lament
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The Blackbird, or, Logan's Lament From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, #112, pp. 254-255. From Catherine J. Rayner, Piqua, Ohio.1. The blackbird is singing on the shore of Michigan, as sweetly and merrily as ever, for he knows his fellow likes to fly, and his chick is teaching him to fly, Oh, alas, I am lost!2. The zorro and the panther, both beasts of the night, retire to their lairs in the glow of light, and jump with a free step and without pain, because they know that their companions are waiting for them to return, ¡oh, ay, yo am! undone!3. The sun looks so reddish, and rises bright, And reflects upon our mountains a light so bright As it ever reflected, or uttered When the sky was bluest, my dreams were best, Oh, alas, I am lost! 4. Every bird and every animal is blessed in degree; All nature is happy, everyone is happy except me; I'm going to my shop and I'm going to bed desperate, I'm going to paint myself black and I'm going to cut my hair. Oh, alas, I am lost!5. I will sit on the beach when the hurricane blows, And I will reveal my afflictions to the God of the storm; I'll cry for a while, fueled by bitterness, For my kin have gone to the hills of the dead, Oh, alas, I am lost!6. But they didn't die of starvation or prolonged decay; The white man's steel swept them away; The serpent-skin I once wore so sacredly I will cast scorn on the storm-swept shore, Oh, alas, I am lost!7. They came to my hut when the sky was dark, I did not hear their coming and did not know their tracks, but I saw by the light of their burning wicks that they were people spawned beyond the great seas, oh, alas, I am lost!8 . I will dig up my ax and stretch my oak bow, Night and day I will follow the enemy; No lake will stop me, no mountain or snow, Only your blood can rest my spirit. Oh, alas, I am lost!9. My wife and my children! Oh, spare me the story, because who's left that's related to Geehale? My wife and my children! Oh, spare me the story, because who's left that's related to Geehale? Oh, alas, I am lost!
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London Bridge is falling
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, Article #150, "E" Text, pp. 209-210. From "Savannah Convent School". This is the closest thing to what I think I remember hearing in my childhood, although it's longer than I remember. I enlarged the first stanzas to show the proper form, which Newell abbreviated in this text (having it proportioned to other texts) Beautiful lady! How are we going to build it again? Again, again, how do we build it again? My beautiful lady! Build it with lime and stone.--Stone and lime would be washed away.--Build it with bars of iron.--The bars of iron would bend and break.--Build it with gold and silver.- -Gold and silver would be stolen.--Find a watch to watch all night.--What if the watch goes to sleep?--Find a pipe for him to smoke at night.--What if the pipe falls and breaks? - -Make a dog bark all night.--What if the dog picks up a bone?--Make a rooster crow all night.--What if the rooster flies away?-What did this man do? Poor prisoner?-He broke my box and stole my keys. One hundred pounds will set you free. A hundred pounds doesn't have it. You must go to prison, my fair lady!
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Long John (far away)
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Lost John As recorded by Burnett & Rutherford, Columbia 15122-D, November 6, 1926. Transcribed by Robert Waltz; recording is very difficult to understand (a combination of scratching and strange intonation); Questionable lines are marked with [?]. [?] Far far away. He missed John sitting on the train tracks, waiting for a freight train to return. There came a freight train, it never stopped, you should see old Long John jump in it [?] He's gone, gone. He had an old dog, his name was Will. He ran Lost John to the top of the hill. home, [?] He left behind the message on the phone 'There's been a policeman coming, jumping in the mine, [?] trying to catch him with hook and line. [?] Far far away
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Plug Preston Longo
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, p. 467. A two-line fragment furnished by "Mr. Birkbeck, of Threapland House, Lintondale, in Craven." Long Preston Peg went to proud Preston, To see the Scottish rebels was his design, A noble Scottish lord, passing by, Upon this Yorkshire maiden he soon cast a glance. He called to his servant, who was waiting for him, 'Go to that girl who stands at the door, who sings with a voice so soft and sweet, and in my name I greet you with love.'
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a long time ago, one
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 141-142. "Sung by Captain Charlton L. Smith... of Marblehead, Massachusetts." -hay-heigh-o,A long, long time ago, and a long, long time. While strolling one morning just for me, way-hay-heigh-o, I met a desperate maiden long ago.
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It's been a long time!
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From sheet music published at unknown date by Firth & Hall. No title sheet; the music is printed on both sides of a single page, very poorly (note the absurd punctuation), with the title at the top of the first page reading LONG, LONG AGO Ballad Composed by TH.H.BAYLY. ESQ.Tell me the stories that were so dear to me, A long, long, long, long time ago: Sing me the songs I loved to hear, A long, long, long time ago: Now that you've come, my a pain is gone, Let me forget how long you wandered, Let me believe you love as you did, Long, long, long ago: 2 Do you remember the road where we met, Long, long, long ago? Oh yes, you told me you'd never forget, A long, long, long time ago. So to everyone else you preferred my smile, The love when you spoke gave charm to every word, Still my heart treasures the praise I heard, A long, long, long time ago A long, long, long time ago, Long, long, long ago, long ago, You were praised by most eloquent lips, But by your long absence your truth was put to the test, Even to Your accents I hear with pride, Blessed as I was when I sat by your side, long ago. a long, long, long time
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Longshoremen's strike (The poor man's family)
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Anne Warner's Longshoremen's Strike, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, No. 28, pp. 100-101. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1941. I'm a simple farmer, And I work along the coast. To keep the hungry wolves away From the poor docker's door. from dawn till late at night For the poor man's family. Chorus So give us a good part of each day, Because that's all we ask of you. Because our cause is just and we are on strike for the poor man's family. (1 additional verse)
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Looby Lou
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I Put My Hand In By Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 23-26. Apparently from the sons of Dr. and Mrs. Frank Allen Hubbard. I put my little hand in, I put my little hand out, I give the little hand a squeeze, I squeeze, I squeeze And I turn around. Chorus Here we go looby loo, Here we go looby la, Here we go looby loo, All on a Saturday night, Tra-la, All on a Saturday night. (7 additional verses)
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Senhor Willoughby
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Bravo Lord Willoughbey Of Percy/Wheatley, II.ii.xx, pp. 238-241 No source is mentioned; It's not from Percy's manuscript. On the 15th of July, with gleaming spear and shield, a famous fight was fought in the field of Flanders: the bravest officers were three English captains; but the bravest man in the battle was the brave Mr. Willoughbey. Next was Captain Norris, A brave man was he: The other Captain Turner From the field he would never flee. With fifteen hundred men of war, alas! there were no more, they fought fourteen thousand then, on the bloody coast. Stand your ground, noble pikemen, and look about you: and shoot to the right, archers, and we will hold you back: you musketeers and caliver, do if you are true to me, I will be the first man in the fight, says the brave Mr. Willoughbey. And then the bloody enemy fiercely attacked, and fought furiously, not hesitating to prevail; Wounded men on both sides fell. Sadly, however, nothing could dampen the courage of the brave Mr. Willoughbey. For seven hours, in full view of all men, this fight went on painfully, until our men were so weakened that they could fight no longer; they ate and drank water from the puddle, they did not get better. After they had so freely fed, they knelt on the ground and devoutly praised God for the favor they had found; and striking their banners, the fight they renewed, And turning on the Spaniards, they slew a thousand more. arrows shot, and the bullets thought they flew; then our brave soldiers attacked with the greatest fury; which made the Spaniards hesitate, they thought it best to flee, they feared the brave behavior of the brave Mr. Willoughbey. Then said the Spanish general, Come, let us go, I fear we shall all be spoiled if we stay here any longer; because here comes Mr. Willoughbey with fierce and ugly prowess, he will not give an inch of way to all the fiends of hell. And then the fearsome enemy was hastily put to flight, our men valiantly pursued and captured their forces wholly; but at last they gave a cry, which echoed through heaven, God and St. George for England! The conquerors wept. This news was carried to England with all possible speed, and soon our gracious queen learned of this very victory. Oh, this is brave Mr. Willoughbey, My ever conquering love, Of all honorable lords, 'He has done great deeds. To soldiers maimed and wounded in the fray, the Queen bestowed a pension of fifteenpence a day; and from all burdens and expenses he renounced them and released them: for the sake of the brave Mr. Willoughbey. So take courage, English nobles, and never lose heart; if we are one to ten, we will not be afraid to fight foreign enemies and free our nation. And thus ended the bloody combat of brave Mr. Willoughbey.
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Ladies and Gentlemen All Bedene
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A new song from our lady. From the photographs of Edward Bliss Reed, editor, Christmas Carols Printed in the Sixteenth Century Inclusive Kele's Christmas Carollesnewely Imprinted reproduced in facsimile from the copy in the Huntington Library_, Harvard University Press, 1932, pp. 44-46 [26-28]. Contractions and the like have been discreetly modernized, but the spelling has been retained. Nowell Nowell Nowell Nowell That's what the angel Gabryell said. &c.From Iesse [=Jesse] sprang a wyghtI say said by prophecyFrom whom shall come a man from myghtFrom dethe to lyfe shall we say bye Mowell &c.(6 additional stanzas.))
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Lorraine
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From the score published in 1857 (over six pages) by H. M. Higgins On the title page is inscribed LORRAINE AND listen to the distant church bells "if we tried, they would chime, we can forget." But there, up there, it's Heart to Heart.1. The years pass slowly, Lorraine, The snow is on the grass again, The sun is low in the sky, Lorraine, The frost shines where the flowers once were. But the heart beats so hot now, as when summer days were near; Oh! the sun never can sink so low, the cloudless sky of Adown's affection. The sun can never sink so low, Adown.2 I affect cloudless skies. It's been a hundred months, Lorena, Since I last held that hand in mine, And felt my pulse quicken, Lorena, Even though mine beat faster than yours. One hundred months ago, it was May in bloom, when we climbed the slopes to watch the day die and hear the distant toll of church bells. (sic.) To see the death of the day, And hear the distant peal of church bells. (sic.)3. We loved each other then, Lorena, more than we dared to say; And what might we have been, Lorraine, If our loves had prospered well But then, years past, I will not conjure up your dark ways; I will tell them: "Wasted years, sleep! Sleep! Do not worry, the storm of life." I will tell them: "Wasted years, sleep! Sleep! Do not worry, the storm of life." The story of that past, Lorena, oh! I don't mind repeating, The hopes that didn't last, Lorena, They lived, but they only lived to deceive. I would not make a single regret squirm (sic.) in your chest now; Because "if we try, we can forget", were his words many years ago. Because "if we try, we can forget", were his words many years ago. 5. Yes, those were your words, Lorraine, They still burn in my memory; They played on tender strings, Lorraine, Which shudder and shudder with pain. It wasn't her woman's heart that spoke; Your heart was ever true to me: A severe and urgent duty broke The bond that bound my soul to you. 6. It matters little now, Lorraine, The past is in the Eternal Past; There is a future! Oh, thank God, this is such a small part of life! It's dust the dust under the lawn; But there, up there, it's heart to heart.
File: R757
Loss of Eliza, The (The Herons)
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 48-50. Based on a recording by Kenneth Peacock, sourced from Mrs. A. Ghaney of Fermeuse; perhaps the text has been edited. Only the little birds that flew overhead, circling in the blue, screamed in victory in fear and dread of some strange new terror. (9 additional verses)
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Loss of Philosophy
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 128, pp. 275-277. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." big thing I've been through lately. Through Havana towards Philosophy, And from San Juan he set sail, It was a 4th of November Of sweet and pleasant wind. (7 additional verses)
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lost girl, the
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #60, pp. 271-272. Collected from Charles Ingenthron of Walnut Shade, Missouri, March 2, 1941. One morning, one morning, one spring morning, The birds in the desert I sang so loud, I met a fair maiden alone in the desert, oh, she says so I am a poor lost girl, and that I am a long way from home. I approached her, to see her features, and as I freely asked her pardon I asked, And as I made so freely in the desert alone, Oh, she says I am a poor girl lost and a long way from home! (4 additional verses)
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lost johnny
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 151. "From the corner of Mrs. Ethel Edwards." Oh, I wonder where my lost Johnny went, Oh, I wonder where my Lost Johnny went, Oh, I wonder where my Lost Johnny went, Oh, he went to that new railroad, he went to that new railroad. (2 additional verses)
File: Fus151
Lots of Fish in Bonavis Harbor (Feller from Fortune)
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Lots of Fish in Bonavist Harbor By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 122-124. Apparently from Peacock. Oh, there's a lot of fish in Bonavis Harbor, a lot of fish around here. The boys and girls are fishing together, Forty-five of Carbonear. hold that one, spin around this one, dance around it. Take this one, take that one, Diddle-dum this, diddle-dum-dee. (5 additional verses)
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Louisiana plains
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 129, pp. 278-279. "Words and music contributed by Prof. A. McMechan.... Sung by Robert Haddow at Knox College, Toronto, circa 1883.) Way in Louisiana, lads, not many years ago there lived a colored gentleman named Pompey Snow This Pompey Snow started to have some fun, and at first he thought he'd cool off with a nice glass of rum So they buried him in the lowlands, in the lowlands In the lowlands of Louisiana, in the lowlands In the lowlands of Louisiana, in the lowlands Lowlands , In the lowlands of Louisiana, the lowlands -The ladder company is the first to reach the ground;The Phoenix is ready, the volunteers are here,The steamboat is left behind and without its driver.Cho. This little boy had an augur-er who drilled two holes at the same time, This little boy had an augur-er who drilled two holes at a time, and some were shuffling cards, and some were playing dice -- This little tur boy He turned his head and turned off all the Cho lights.
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lovely ann
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Lament for the Loss of the Ship Union Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 56-58. The source is not clearly indicated. When I was young and in my prime, The seas I had to roam; My friends together combined To separate me from my love. To the city of Belfast they took me, And without further delay In the Union I paid my way, To America (12 additional verses)
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Charming maiden of the lowlands, the
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 620-621. Sung by Patrick Rossiter, Fermeuse, October 1961. It is about a jolly sailor who has sailed the ocean free. He dressed in elegant clothes, his true love to go see. His pockets were full, as well as any sailor profession. heart of Mary Ann, that lovely lowland maiden (7 additional verses)
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Lover's Judgment, The
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 553-554. Sung by Jim Rice, Cape Broyle, July 1952. One night, looking for recreation To see the state of this balcony, I saw a beautiful maiden in conversation With a bold hero of far from mediocre grade. There is a flower that has more power than any you speak of. ,And this is the laurel, that pretty coral,And shy shall I forsake my true love? (Verses 1, 6 of 12)
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Dutch Lowlands, The
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 24-25. The immediate source is not mentioned. This is listed as the "wideband version" of the song. On the night I was married and lay in my marriage bed, a brave sea captain came and stood at the head of my bed, saying: "Wake up, wake up, married man, and come with me to the lowlands of Holland to face your enemy. . "As Holland is a beautiful place for nobles to dwell, there is no harbor for sailors to dwell in; sugar cane is plentiful and tea grows on its trees, And the Dutch lowlands between me and my love. I will build a gallant ship for my love, a ship with noble sails, Twenty-four brave sailors to sail her; Come all you wandering and wandering heroes! Come on, boys, give it up! I would like to be with my true love, even if he is far away. One afternoon, while I was walking along a river, a bold captain of the sea passed by and asked me to be my girlfriend: "Your girlfriend, your girlfriend, young man", she says, "I can't be your girlfriend, I had one in the world only true and pressing love was from me". Neither moonlight nor candlelight will see my fair beauty, nor will I wed any man till my dying day, for the rough sea and stormy winds have torn me and my love apart. Are there not enough men in this world to appease your discontent? "There is not a man in all this world that this night will suit me, May affliction help the captain who drove my love away."
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lucas ship
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 46-47. A composite version. Oh, Lukey's boat is painted green, A-ha, yo b'ys! Oh, Lukey's boat is painted green, The finest boat you've ever seen, A-ha, my riddle-me-day! , Lukey's boat has a nice front cut, A-ha, yo b'ys! Oh, Lukey's boat has a good front cut, And all the seams are cracked with putty, A-ha, my riddle day! (6 additional verses)
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Logger Camp Song, The
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From Henry W. Shoemaker, _Mountain Minstrelsy of Pennsylvania_, reprinted in George W. Korson, _Pennsylvania Songs and Legends_, University of Pennsylvania Press, 1949, pp. 350-351. Informant not specified. No melody. Now, boys, if you'll listen to me, I'll sing you a song. It's about the boys from the favela and how they get along. in pine felling. Some have left their homes and friends they love so much, And to the lonely pines their path they go, There in the pines winter will remain, And waiting for spring days to come again. But soon spring will come and the day will be clear: Some will go to their dear homes, some far, To farmers and sailors, and mechanics too; the cutters and sawers lower the wood; draggers and swimmers drag to and fro; then the porters come, early in the morning, carrying the teams, because the river retreats hastily. Midday rolls; the foreman shouts loudly: "Put down the saws and axes and go eat pork and beans." Dick, Tom, Ed and Joe, or you'll have to get the buckets and fetch the water!" As they are splashing around, "For dinner!" they cry. Oh! you should see them jump and run for fear they'll lose their cake. After dinner, they go to the shack, everyone fills their pipes and smokes until everything turns blue. Forest, boys", says the foreman. They take their gloves, through the forest they run. They all go out with glad hearts and well-contained minds, for the winter winds don't blow cold among the curling pines, And bang their axes noisily until the sun goes down. "Hurray! The day is over, by the hut we are trapped." , for your dinners you must eat. The cook orders dinner; they all get up and leave, because it's not common for one of the guys to lose his hash, she knows. The boots and rubbers are all on one side, the gloves, gloves, rags and socks are all hanging out to dry. Around nine o'clock they climb into their bunks to dream of the lonely hours of work in the pine tree. At four o'clock in the morning, the foreman shouts loudly: "Hurray, teamsters, it's time for you to leave!" The teamsters jump out, all startled and dismayed: "Oh! Where are my boots? "they've lost it." The rest of the men get up; their socks cannot find them; they throw them at the drivers and curse them blindly. lounging around: some reading novels, others writing for their fairs, for the married and single in the hovels you will find, who have left their homes and loved ones to work among the pines. But spring will soon be here, and the day will be clear, "Put down your saws and axes, lads, and hasten to be on your way." unit. With their cant hooks and jelly pikes, the men who will nobly risk their lives on the Muskegon River, or West Branch, oh! mornings cold and icy, they shiver with cold; they can bear
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Lumberjack in the City, The
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When the Shantyboy Comes Down, by Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 44, p.159. Collected from Jim Doherty of Peterborough, Ontario, June 1957. A pretty girl to meet. If you find her not too shy, with one dark, rolling eye, the poor slum boy will be satisfied in your mind. (3 additional verses)
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MacPherson's Lament
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Farewell to McPherson (Robert Burns version) From James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume II, #114, p.117. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). Farewell, dark and strong dungeons, the fate of the wretched! McPherson's time won't be long at the gallows tree. Sae blustering, Sae lewd, Sae frightfully gae'd him. He touched a fountain and made it dance under the gallows tree. Oh, what is death but a farewell sigh? On many bloody plains have I pierced his face, and in this place I despise him once more! Untie these bonds from my hands and bring me my sword; and there is not a man in all Scotland but me. I will challenge you with one word. I lived a life of courage and struggle, I die for betrayal: it burns my heart. I must go and not be avenged. Now goodbye, light, though the sun shines and everything under the sky. My cowardly shame I despise his name, The wretch who dare not die!
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From Peter Kennedy, "Folk Songs of Great Britain and Ireland", No. 348, p. 776. Collected 1956 from Davie Stewart, Dundee, Angus, Scotland. Farewell, farewell, Macpherson you, The day is approaching you mun dee And cursed be the English laws May you be damned first by a lady's treacherous hand That I am doomed to death. It was under the windowsill. A blanket was thrown over me. highlan 'Sa'nt The first that seized me He pleaded Peter Broon's cause But he let Macpherson take these bonds from my hands And bring me a sword There is not a man in Scotland But I will defy his word There are some who come here to see me hanged and some to buy my violin, but first I'll mate with her, break her in half. He took the covering in his hands and broke it on a stone. No one will play with her while I'm dead. and gone. Farewell, my dear highlan'hame. Good luck my wife and kids. I didn't falter while the fiddle was in the air The reprieve was coming in Banff's brig When they were on Galla Hill to see They put the clock forward three quarters And hung it on the tree
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Maid and Palmer, The [Boy 21]
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Lillumwham De Furnivall, Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript [Volume 4], Loose and Humorous Songs, pp. 96-98. Text from page 461 of the Percy Folio. La: maid, she went to the well to wash, Lillumwham, Lillumwham!la mayd she went to the well to wash, and then? then what? The mayonnaise she went to the well to wash, the dew fell from her lily-white flesh; Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye! driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye! White[1] shee wasee, & white[1] shee ronge, Lillumwham &c:white[1] shee hangd o the hazle wand, Grandam boy, heye &c. There come an old Palmer on the road, Lillumwham &c. says: "God hasten you well, fair maiden!" Grandma, hello, etc. "Have you Cupp or can you, Lillumwham, &c., to give an old clapper to drink?" Grandma, hey & c. says, "I have neither Cup nor Cann - Lillumwham, etc. - to give an old Palmer a drink." Grandma boy, hello etc. "Bat an thy Lemman came from Roome, Lillumwham etc., Cupps and canns you would find before". Grandpa, hey etc. She swore by God and good St. John, Lillumwham & c. Lemman if she had never had one; Grandma, hey etc. She says, "Peace, ffaire mayd! You swore! Lillumwham etc. Nine children you bore; granny, heye etc." They [2] were buried under her headboard; -- Lillumwham &c: --three others under his brewing leadership; Grandpa, hey etc. Three others in won play greene, Lillumwham etc. --That everyone believes; Grandma boy, hello, etc. Grandpa, hey etc. "Penance I cannot give you, -- Lillumwham etc. --but 7 years be a stepping stone; Grandam boy, hey etc." --Another 7 to take a monkey to hell. Grandpa, hey etc. "When you've done your penance, Lillumwham, Lillumwham, when you've done your penance, so what? And then? When you've done your penance, then you'll come home." Grandma boy, grandpa boy, hey! driuance, Larumben, Grandam boy, heye! [1] White: This is Furnivall's reading, based on the actual appearance of the manuscript; clearly means "while".[2] Them: Read presumably "three"
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Maiden Tidehead, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #31, pp. 135-136. From Jared MacLean's song Strathadam, 1948. In the dark and tangled forest where the woodcutters sing, And their saws and their axes, the music wells up, As I finished my work at the end of the day, I heard with regret a young man The woodcutter says: " Oh, the nights are weary and the days are long, though my comrades cheer me with song and song, I am weary and lonely, and my bed is cold, and I long once more for Tidehead's handmaid (3 additional verses)
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Maiden of Dunmore, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 83, pp. 268-269. From the Billy Price song, Priceville, in 1960. It was a fine summer afternoon when Phoebus shone most gloriously, and the nightingale chirped melodiously and the dew soon fell in the valley, it was by that grave that I wandered A little forgive in the shade, my destiny there to reflect; It was there that I saw a fair maiden (5 additional verses)
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Sweet Maiden of Gurteen, The
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The Maid of Sweet Gartheen By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 375-376. Sung by Mary Ann Galpin, Codroy, July 1960. Come, gentle muses, I beg you to heed As I recount the praises of a fair maiden, It was her cherry cheeks and ruby lips that stole my heart, And death from me I'm sure that will be the cure if my love and I part. The praises of that beauty I intend to reveal, Her hair hung in curls like links of bright gold, It was the curl of her yellow locks that was sorely broken. my brain, and there is a road near her residence to the town of Sweet Gartheen. (6 additional verses)
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Maidens of Simcoe (Ontario)
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Ye Maidens of Ontario, by Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), pp. 79-81. By A.C. Hannah of Bemidji, Minnesota. O Ontario damsels, listen to what I write, as I go down these swift streams where the rafters delight. Down those swift creeks like the rafters must, while those lazy farmers stay home with you. (6 additional verses)
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Maid when they're young never marry an old man
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Lack of Love, Lack of Love As found in David Herd, editor, Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, etc. (facsimile from (Edinburgh, 1776) with an "Appendix... containing the parts replaced in the 1791 reprint by those omitted from the 1776 edition, etc.") ("Digitized by Google"), Vol II, Appendix P. 63 -64 [2-313], "Lack of love, Lack of love" The old man courted me, Lack of love, lack of love; The old man courted me Without thinking about how I am. And I, for the love of my skin, surrendered myself to the arms of the old fool's cauldron. The old man married me, lack of love, lack of love; the old man married me, libertine that I am. The old man married me and the home charged me: never, never, as long as you live, did you marry an old man. The old man and I went to bed, missing love, missing love; the old man and I go to bed, handsome as I am. The man and I went to bed but he didn't say or say what girlfriends expect when they are tucked into bed by a gudeman. The old man soon fell asleep, without love, without love; the old man soon fell asleep, left me as I am. The old man soon fell asleep, do you think he would cry? , but I crawled to a young man. Where he stayed all night, without fail, without lack of love; where did he stay all night, who so happy then? Where he stayed all night, in ecstasy and pleasure; This is how all young wives should treat clumsy older men.File:K207
Maine-ite en Pensilvania, The
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 19, pp. 87-88. From Mr. W. H. Underwood of Bayport, Minnesota. I landed safely in Williamsport with a logger referral. It was there that I hired Jacob Brown as a member of the winter team. We settled the wages, as you will see clearly, and the time of six months to serve him faithfully. It would melt your heart with pity, chill your blood, To see Nature's work in all its crudest mould, And to see those rocks jutting along the ice-covered shore, Where the rippling waters rage and the waterfalls roar. There's the tomtit, the elk bird, and the wandering caribou; Lucifee and Patridge who flew through the forest; And came the fierce wild rabbit from the coldest regions; several other animals too numerous to name. So, to close and close, I have one more thing to say: when I'm dead and in my grave, lying molded in clay, no artificial German text you can hold for me, but just say I'm a drifter from Bangor, Maine .
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mainsail haul
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), pp. 117-120. From the cant of Captain Patrick Taylor, New York, NY Now it's a cold, dreary December morning When I spent all my money, I don't remember where it went, So I walked down to a shipping office. Oh now, there was a great demand for sailors that day, From London to California and back to France, Well, I got on a Yankee ship, the Oxford, And went drinking with my advance. . Chorus Come back, pull up the slack, Well, take off the winch, throw a ratchet, oh, throw a ratchet! Oh, it's all about ships, seasons, boys, be 'andy. All Raise Tacks, Sheets and Main Course Tour (4 additional verses, with varied forms and melodies)
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mama's boy
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 158-159. As provided by Ms. C. E. Ralling by Caroline Newcomb of Shreveport, Louisiana. Who hid all the time in cotton and corn? The mama's boy, the mama's boy, who kept honking old Massa's horn all the time? Mama's boy Chorus And he comes with Mama, And she takes him by the arm, Mama's boy, Mama's boy, And goodbye Mama's boy. (4 additional verses)
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Man Who Lives, The
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From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, pp. 195-196. From "Mrs. Wheeler" or "Mr. W. Jenkins"; in either case, collected in 1909. The man who lives must learn to die, Christ will remain no more; Our time is as short as it's close To take our lives. What is our life that we die, Or what is our corpse then? It is food for worms to feed on - Christ knows the time and when. (6 additional verses)
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manley pankey
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 292, p. 677. From Jewel Robbins, Montgomery County, North Carolina, c. 1923.1 Here I am at the prison gate, here I won't stay anymore. Goodbye to my mother And friends forever.2 My mother warned me, She warned me when I was young, "I will lead you to the gallows; my son, you will hang."
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Many Thousands Gone (Auction Block)
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 30-31. Compiled by Helen Creighton from William R. Riley. No more auction blocks for me, no more, no more, no more auction blocks for me, it's been many thousands. Chorus: Jesus died on Calvary Oh yes, oh yes, Jesus died to set me free, Thank you forever. Likewise, no more half a liter of salt, etc.; No more pecking for me, etc.; No more driver whip for me, etc.
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Marching towards Old Quebec
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Marching to Quebec From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item#59, pp. 125, second text. From Massachusetts. We were marching to Quebec, The drums were loud; The United States won, the British are withdrawing. one in because they are heartbroken. Oh, you are the one I love best, I praise you high and low; You will take my heart, I will give you my hand, the kiss is more sincere.
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, No. 519, p. 297, Text B. Collected in 1934 by Rena Smithers of Springfield, Missouri. We are marching in New Orleans, where the drums are roaring, the American boys have won, and the British soldiers are retreating. Returning to where we started, we will open the ring and choose a partner to soothe the broken hearts. But every time I travel that road it seems so dark and foggy, and every time I see that girl stop and say hello.
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marching through georgia
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From the score published in 1865 by Root & CadyTitle page inscribed for cousin Mary Lizzie Work from New Washington, Indiana G A N T I I H G H R R C O R E G A G H M SONG AND CHORUS In Honor of MAJOR GENERAL SHERMAN'S FAMOUS MARCH "From Atlanta to the Sea." WORDS AND MUSIC BY HENRY CLAY WORK1. Bring out the good old buglers! We'll sing another song -- Sing it with a spirit that'll start the world -- Sing it like we used to sing it, fifty thousand people, As we march through Georgia. CHORUS "Hail! Hail! We bring the Jubilee! Hail! Hail! The banner that sets you free!" So we sing the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, As we march through Georgia.2. How the blacks screamed when they heard the joyful sound! How they devoured the turkeys our Commissioner found! How Sweet Potatoes Started From the Ground As We March Through Georgia.3. Yes, and there were Union men who wept for joy when they saw the flag of honor they had not seen for years; They could hardly be stopped from applauding as we marched through Georgia.4. "Sherman's pretty Yankee boys will never reach the shore!" So said the impudent rebels, and it was a fine vainglory, if they had not forgotten, alas! count on the host, as we march through Georgia.5. Then we made a way to Freedom and its train. Sixty miles latitude, three hundred to the main; Betrayal fled before us, for resistance was in vain, as we marched through Georgia.
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The Battle Cry of Freedom A composite version, with parts of this song and "The Battle Cry of Freedom". By John Meredith and Hugh G. Anderson, Folk Songs of Australia [Volume 1], p. 34. By Ina Popplewell of Darlington, Australia. Harvested in 1954. How the little black ones devoured when they heard the distant sound, And how new potatoes sprouted from the earth. And now we'll sing the chorus from land to sea, Screaming freedom's war cry! Alive! Alive! Let's sound the jubilee. Alive! Alive! For the flag that sets us free. And now we'll sing the chorus from land to sea, Screaming freedom's war cry! Union forever, so hurray, boys, hurray! We'll rise with the traitor and fall with the star, And we'll unite inside and out, Screaming freedom's war cry.
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 19-26. Of Orlon, Merrill of Charleston, NewHampshire. The date of collection was not informed. Only the spinning walls (sic.) shone in that golden glow of the sun's ray, on that fine April morning, it was a hundred years ago. As on that humble threshold Was the young bride, Margaret Gray, With her fearless blue eyes. Looking Down the Lonely Woods Road (24 Additional Verses)
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 120, pp. 271-274 From Mrs. S.T. Topper, Ashland, Ohio. 1. Pay attention, young friends, as I tell you in rustic verse the fate of Mary; A beautiful fifteen-year-old girl, in Health and Beauty, introduces herself. 2. She was a mother's affectionate delight, she was a beautiful shining beauty; Who would have thought that so soon he could be sent to crumble in the grave? 3. Its cloudless sky seemed serene, And no cloud to intervene; His hopes for happiness were high, he hoped to live and die in peace. 4. But, oh, alas, his hopes were soon dashed; A storm soon gathered around her head, And burst over her in her bloom, That sent her to her silent grave. 5. In the silent hours of the night He came to your bed with light steps; "María, let me sleep with you, we are free from blood ties". 6. To his father he said: "Go back to your bed, I beg you, let no such thoughts arise, your maker's laws to despise. 7. "If we are not blood kin, you have adopted me as your own; How can you then desecrate my bed, since I am your adopted son?” 8. Then he said to Mary, “I will go back to my bed; If you keep silent forever, I will come to trouble you no more. 9. Those solemn words you soon forgot, Your creator's laws did not consider; He sank into misery, ruined himself and his family.10. He told his mother his anguish, his father's misery, and that he couldn't stay at home, that it was better for him to leave.11. His neighbors protected him then, and prevented him from this miserable act; Through persuasion he went home, His wicked mind was not satisfied.12. In sin he was not satisfied; He went and lay down by the roadside, thinking that she might pass at midnight or at dawn.13. He there, in good humor and kindness, became famous for his innocence and kindness; He wanted her back again, Her goods and clothes to get.14. His mother went to bring her home; She came in fear and trembling; Her father met her at the gate where she deliberately made him wait.15. "Maria, can't you stay with me?" She replied: "No, it cannot be." He took a knife from his pocket, pierced her heart and took her life .16. Pierced his heart, blood flowed, And with sarcastic smiles he said: "Go, yesterday you deceived me, today I deceived you." Oh, cruel father, how could you imbue your hands with innocence? How could you (send) such a fair fair, A flourishing youth to bar18. Where you will soon be willing (sic.) To answer for your iniquity; Where soon you will receive your conviction for murdering a beautiful flowering innocent!19. Maria Bewell was her name, she was a girl worthy of fame; But, oh, alas, she met her end For someone who should have been her friend .20. Ira West Gardner was the man who hatched this naked and perverse plan; With no fear of God in his eyes, he challenged the ruler of heaven.21. You guardians and stepparents, beware of those entrusted to your care; Treat them with kindness and respect, you will find a blessing in the act.22. Yes, now I must conclude my matter, it is but a thought and not a dream; It would take a nobler feather than mine to match this horrible act.
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mariposa
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 79, p. 206. "Sung by Peter Letto, Lance au Clair, July 1960." The twenty-fourth of September, ninety-five, will be a memorial day for us as long as we live. in the morning a steamer landed; There's a place called Grassy Point in gloomy Labrador. (3 additional verses)
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From Henry, Huntington, Herrmann, Sam Henry's Songs of the People, p. 501. Henry #701, printed May 1, 1937. By Harriet Brownlow of Ballylaggan, Cloyfin. I have been a married man for seven years or more, and blessed be the day I was married; Never a word passed between me and my love, though we stayed late at the brewery. When I get home there's nothing to say, he lights a candle for me and puts me to bed, and he lets me lie there until I calm down, so girls, be careful with that when you get married. When I get up in the morning, scolding doesn't work, because scolding never works, she makes me tea or hot chocolate or whatever I like better. a kiss, I go to work, She never says: "Husband, why do you do that?" But like two doves we live and know no sorrow, So girls beware of that when you get married. On Saturday night, when the money runs out, we do less on Sunday; he says: 'My dear dead, I'll be better next week, I'll go to work early on Monday.' So all young women, your husbands love, Be loving and kind, let them always be poor, and God will always increase your reserve, so girls keep this in mind when you get married.
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Martin, Tim and Dan
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 286. "Sung 1934 by Mr. Charles E. Meeker, Detroit." Come all you singing boys, a lesson from me; Work hard in the hardwood forests and don't spree, but save a bet and buy a farm and bring an offering, then lads like me will soon see what comfort they'll gain. Chorus: Martin, Tim and Dan, Barney, Pat and Sam, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Paul, Susannar and Rosannar banging on the grand piano, and Biddie says I'm a father to all. (1 additional verse)
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Mary Ambree
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 165, pp. 829-832. Source not listed. When valiant captains, whom death could not daunt, Marched to the siege of the city of Gaunt, They gathered their soldiers by twos or threes, And the first in battle was Mary Ambree. II When brave Sir John Major was slain before her eyes, who was her true lover, her joy and delight, for he was treacherously slain, Mary Ambree swore to avenge him. (18 additional verses)
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Mary and Martha
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 61. Mary and Martha just disappeared, Mary and Martha just disappeared, Mary and Martha just disappeared, To ring those beautiful bells, Crying, free grace and dying love, Free grace and dying love, Free grace and dying love, To ring those pretty bells, oh! I walk over Jordan, Lord, Oh! I walk over Jordan, Lord, Oh! beyond Jordan, Lord, to ring those beautiful bells.2. The preacher and the old man had just spent a long time, &c. To ring those beautiful bells; Cho.-- Cry, gratuitous grace, etc.3. My father and mother spent a lot of time, &c. To ring those beautiful bells; Cho.-- Crying, gratuitous grace, etc.4. The Methodist and the Baptist have just passed a long time, &c. To ring those beautiful bells; Cho.-- Cry, gratuitous grace, &c.
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Mary Arnold the female monster
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From Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, No. 101, pp. 313-314. From John Ashton, Modern Street Ballads (1888). every human heart The works of Mary Arnold, who makes a prison lament, Oh! such a horrible story as this has never been told before. The heinous act of this unfortunate woman, Scares the whole world. With black beetles in nut shells She deprived her son of sight. (5 additional verses)
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Mary Mahoney
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 32, pp. 137-139. From the corner of Thomas W. Coughlan, SouthRiver Bend, 1947. Come all you merry woodcutters and hear me out. I will sing to you of a fair maiden who lived in Merrimashee. Her name was Mary Mahoney, a sweet and close -lye maid, and the hearts of many are the loggers who told me she cheated (7 additional verses plus a half verse)
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Mary o' the Dee (Mary's Dream) [K20 Laws]
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Mary's Dream, by James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #37+38, pp. 38-39. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). The moon had risen to the highest hill, which rises above the Dee Springs, and from the eastern ridge shed its silver light on the trailer. 'r and tree: When Maria laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts of Sandy in the sea; When a soft, low voice was heard, Say: Maria, don't cry for me anymore. She gently lifted her head off the pillow to ask who it could be. She saw young Sandy trembling on his feet, with a pale face and sunken eyes; 'O dear Mary, cold is my clay, 'Lie down under the stormy sea;' Far, far from you, I sleep in death; 'So, Mary, don't cry for me anymore.' Three Stormy Nights and Stormy Days 'We Stir Up the Raging Mainstream'; , when horror chilled my blood, 'My heart was filled with love for you:' The storm passed, and I at rest, 'So, Mary, weep no more for me.' Oh dear maiden, get ready; 'We'll soon meet on that shore, 'Where love is free from doubt and worry, 'And you and I will never part again!' The rooster screamed loudly, the shadow ran away, He couldn't see Sandy anymore; softly the passing spirit said: 'Sweet Mary, don't cry for me anymore!'
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Maria del Moro Salvaje [Leis P21]
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From "The Dime Song Book #2" (1860), p. 28. It was on a cold winter's night, as the wind blew across the wild moor, that Mary came home wandering with her baby, until she came to her own father's door: "O father! dear father!" she cried, "Down and open the gate, or the child in my arms will die in the wind that blows across the wild moor." Oh, why did I leave this dear place where I was once happy and free? But now I'm doomed to wander, with no friends or home and no one to pity me! The old man was deaf to her screams, not a sound of his voice reached her ears, but the watchdog howled and the village bells pealed. 'd, And the wind blew across the wild moor. But how the old man must have felt, when he arrived at the gate in the morning! - Poor Maria was dead, but the child was alive, squeezed in the dead mother's body. in the midst of despair he plucked out the gray hair and the tears rolled down her cheeks, saying, "On this cold winter night she perished and died beneath the winds that blew across the wild moor." , And the boy soon left for his mother, And no one, they say, lived there to this day, - And the hut fell into disrepair. The villagers point to the spot, where the willow Oops falls over the gate, saying, "There died Mary, once a merry village bride, Of the wind that blows across the wild moor."
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Maria, the pride of the Clover Coast
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The Pride of the Shamrock Shore By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 630-631. Sung by Peter Ryan, Aquaforte, October 1961. A bold and fearless hero is lost beside a dark forest. It was there that he saw a squire talking to a gay lady. She seemed to be my true love, young Mary, the pride of Shamrock Shore. (5 additional verses)
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From the score published in 1861 by Miller & BeachamTitle page inscribed MARYLAND! MY MARYLAND! Crescite et multiplicamini Written by a resident of Baltimore, Louisiana Music Adapted and arranged by C.E.I. The despot's heel is on your shore, Maryland, my Maryland! Your touch* is at the door of your temple in Maryland, my Maryland! Avenge the patriotic blood that spilled on the streets of Baltimore and be the old battle queen of Maryland, my Maryland! Hear the plea of an erring son! Maryland, my Maryland! My mother went! Before you I kneel, Maryland, my Maryland! Through life and death, through sorrow and wealth, reveal thy matchless chivalry and gird thy fair limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! 3You will not hide in the dust, Maryland! My Maryland! Your radiant sword will never rust, Maryland! My Maryland! Remember Carroll's holy charge, remember Howard's warrior impulse - And all your dreams of fair, Maryland! My Maryland! 4 Come! for your shield is bright and strong, Maryland! My Maryland! Come on, for your flirting, it hurts you, Maryland! My Maryland! Come! For your own heroic crowd, freely chasing, and give your music a new key, Maryland! My Maryland! 5 Dear Mother! Break the tyrant's chain, Maryland! My Maryland! Virginia should not be called for nothing! Maryland! My Maryland! She knows her sisters on the plain - "Sic forever" is the proud refrain, baffling the minions in Maryland! My Maryland! 6I see the flush in your cheeks, Maryland! My Maryland! But you were always bravely meek, Maryland! My Maryland! But lo! there's a cry From hill to hill, from creek to creek: Potomac calls Chesapeake, Maryland! My Maryland! 7You Won't Give Up The Toll Of Vandalism, Maryland! My Maryland! Even if it doesn't get out of hand, Maryland! My Maryland! Better the fire roll over you, Better the blade, the shot, the bowl, Than the crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! My Maryland! 8 I hear the distant hum of thunder, Maryland! My Maryland! The Bugle, Fife and Tambor of The Old Line, Maryland! My Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb -- Huzza! Despise the scum of the North! Breathe, burn! she will come! she will come! Maryland! My Maryland! * Most versions use the word "torch" here
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The Master Clock Printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 118. From the second edition (1940) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland, title changed from "The Master-Watch" to "The Master-Watch". Three thousand men of the Viking race will sail north today. ;An eager crowd fills the city streets, And loud from the crowded wharf The answering applause and the shrill horn Proclaim where the ships linger. (9 additional verses)
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White Paternoster Matthew, Mark, Luke and John De Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, Ballads Migrant in New England, p. 33. By Harry C. Ridlon of Bennington, Vermont, but perhaps influenced by John Jacob Niles. Compiled in 1945. Mateo, Marcos, Lucas and Juan, Bless the bed I lie on. Four bright angels on my bed, Two at the bottom and two at the head, Two to hear me pray and two to carry my soul.
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 86-87. From Peacock, Songs of Newfoundland Outports; collected in 1952 from Gordon Willis. Sit back while I sing you a little song, From the spring when I was in the Dan; Maurice Crotty was one of his sealers, a comic cure of a man. It was his first ice hunting spring, Not a rope on the ship knew, Not even to fold a banner, And clumsy to tie a tow (Verses 1, 3, of 14)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 156-157. Where you been, maw canny hinnies? And where have you been, maw bonny bairn? I was awake, looking for maw henny; Aw went through the battalion, looking for baby jaws. Aw went to Butcher Bank and went to Grindin' Chare, Caw'd to Dun Cow, but I expected to find you there. Where have you been? etc. Where have you been? I can still say that. Cummin' up the Kee aw met Peter Pratt; Meeting Peter Pratt, we met Tommy Wear and went to Hume's for a beer. That's where I've been, crafty Hinnie Maw! That's where you've been, beautiful lamb maw! Were you up and dead looking for you from behind? Were you looking for lamb for yourself? (Verses 1 and 7 of 8)
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The Rural Dance about the Maypole By Robert Bell, Publisher, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, Combined Edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 384-386. The source is not clearly indicated. Come, girls and boys, say goodbye to your parents and go to the May ice post; because each one has a woman, and the troubadour is waiting; Because Willie has his Jill, and Johnny has his Joan, To dance, dance, dance, Dance up and down. 'Attack' says Wat; 'All right,' says Kate, 'And I beg you, fiddler, play;' Glad,' says Hodge, and so is Madge, 'because it's a holiday. So each man took off his hat Hit his girl, And each girl did Curchy, Curchy, Curchy in the grass. (6 additional verses)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 133, pp. 288-290. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." jubilant, going out to celebrate, determined to travel, intending to see the great city of Halifx. I crossed Taylor's Bay Pass in very good order, back to Pope's Pass, up and down; bottle, Oh, at Brian's Tavern, that famous hole. (12 additional verses)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 134, pp. 291-292. "Sung by Mr Richard Hartlan, South-East Passage". It's Sergeant John McCafferty and Corporal God knows who, they'll march with you to the drums And the company army too. So that's forty hours a day, folks (and being in the regular army, too). A tor ror lol a lido A tor ror a lol a ley. (2 additional stanzas)
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As printed in Charles Sullivan, ed., Ireland in Poetry, p. 15. There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet as that in whose bosom are the shining waters; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, ere the flower of that valley fade from my heart. (3 additional verses)
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Melancholic Accident, The -- The Death of M. Hodge
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 309-310. "From the Gernsey Manuscript. "Far-end friends will shed tears when they hear of this accident. The sad tale will convey woe to the much-heard. Remember, oh, this was the twenty-second of July; Betsy Green School. (6 additional verses)
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 217-224. From a Roxburghe attack. Here is the touchstone of true love, Maudlin, the Bristowtown merchant's daughter, whose unshakable affection nothing could shake; This favor uses the beautiful tan. A gallant young man lived nearby, Who for many years gave this lady great goodwill; She loved him so faithfully, but all her friends resisted. nor win the favor of his friends, The strength of pain to drive out To see strange countries he intends. (61 additional verses)
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 187-188. From Finlay's Scottish ballads of 1808. To that brook that, close to the sea, hides mony, elf and plum, * and runs with fearful noise in the stanes, a knicht fool came. The day shines clear, far in it wins The shells are bright silver, the fish war circling and gleaming in the light (7 additional verses)
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Mermaid, The [Child 289]
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From the recording of Ernest Stoneman and his Blue Ridge Corn Shuckers (Victor 21648). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. "That's nine turns," said the captain of the boat, "And that's nine turns," he said. "CHORUS: Oh, the rough sea, how it roars, and the cold, icy winds, how they blow, and tonight we poor sailors sink in the deep, while the captain is dreaming below. First on deck was the captain of the ship, ship, And a handsome man he was, Saying, "I got a wife in Old Mexico, And tonight she's looking for me.", Saying, "I got a husband in New Mexico, and tonight he's looking for me me." the fish in the sea.
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The Miller By James Johnson, Publisher, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume II, No. 123, p. 129. The source is not indicated. Oh, how happy is the maiden who marries the miller, for in bad days and in good days, he will bring her. good fat cheese, And chunks of yellow butter. (4 additional verses)
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Song of the Messenger, The
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The Messenger Song (John Calhoun's Colt) By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #22, pp. 140-144. From Billy Price's song Priceville in 1960 Come all you lively horses and listen to me, I will tell you of my noble lineage, my life and destiny. I was raised in Guimmick and also by a farmer. The farmer's name was Robert Kent, I'll tell you the truth. My mother was a French mare, And from a foreign shore, My father was a Messenger, From Scotland he sailed. She was neat and pretty. , Her equals were rare, when I was young they said: "It looks like the mare." (19 additional verses)
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 68. The peculiar spelling is in the printed copy.1. In the city of Brooklyn there lived a maid, and she was known for her fame, her mother's name was Mari Ann, and she was Mari Jane, and every Saturday morning, she used to cross the river, go to a market where she sold eggs and sausages, as well as liver. Chorus. Because, oh!..oh!..he was my darling boy, BECAUSE he was the boy with the red hair, and his name was Michael Roy. (2 additional verses)
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 74, p. 160. Compiled from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. Oh Mick McGee from Ballymachree He was once an O sailor, but growing old I'm told he became an O liquor dealer. (parts of 2 additional verses)
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The Midnight Train and the 'Fo' Day Train By Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 240-241. Provided by Mrs. Tom Bartlett; original font not included. The midnight train and the afternoon train Run all night! The midnight train and the afternoon train Run all night! The midnight train and the afternoon train Run all night! They run until dawn. It's the same train that took your mother; Run all night. It's the same train that took your mother; Run all night. It's the same train that took your mother; Run all night. It works until dawn.
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The Milkmaid's Life, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 446-448. It is said to be from a Roxburgh pamphlet entitled "The Milkmaid's Life; or, a beautiful ditty composed and written, the milking pail's eulogy to be defended." O rural goddesses, who possess forests and fields, help me with your skill, who can direct my pen, more cheerfully to express, joy and delight, both morning and evening, in the mountain or in the valley, of those who choose this office. to use ,And, through the cold dew, never refuse to carry the milking bucket. (6 additional verses)
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Chiney Doll De Gail Heil singing on Bob Bovee & Gail Heil's "RuralRoute 2" album. Gail learned the song from Almeda Riddle. Mom, buy me a china doll, Mom, buy me a china doll, Mom, buy me a china doll, Mom, please do this. What would it take to buy it? What would it take to buy it? Please mom do this. We could get daddy's featherbed, get daddy's featherbed, get daddy's featherbed, please mommy do this. does our daddy sleep, where would our daddy sleep, where would our daddy sleep? Please mom do this. I could sleep in the doggy bed, Sleep in the doggie bed, Sleep in the doggy bed, Please Mommy do this. Would our dog sleep, Where would our dog sleep, Where would our dog sleep, Mom, please do this? Could I sleep in the horse's bed, Sleep in the horse's bed, Sleep in the horse's bed? Where would our little horse sleep? Where would our little horse sleep? Where would our little horse sleep? pendency. So where would our little pig sleep? Where would our little piggy sleep? Where would our little piggy sleep? Please mom do this. Please mom do this. So where would my children play, where would my children play, here would my children play? Please mom do this. We could swing at the garden gate, Swing at the garden gate, Swing at the garden gate, Please, Mama, do this. Yes, and spank too, Yes, and spank too, Yes, and spank too, Please, Mommy, do this.
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Milk Buckets From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item#114, pp. 166-167. Of English children in America. "Will you buy me a pair of milking buckets, oh mother! Oh mother? Will you buy me a pair of milking buckets, oh my sweet mother?" Where will the money come from? of, oh, daughter, oh, daughter? Where will the money come from, oh my sweet child? The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland, Volume I, pp. 376-386, for similar examples containing this verse.] "Where will your father sleep?" "Sleeping in the servant's bed." "Where will the servant sleep?" "Sleeping in the stable." "Where do pigs go to sleep?" "In the laundry room." "Where are we going to wash our clothes?" "You can jump in and go after them."
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Miller's Daughter (I), The (The Runaway Servant)
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(Untitled) From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), number VI, pp. 23-24. No source is mentioned. The girl and the boy went out to open the mill, and the bed was well made. The child lay down on top of her. , With him she would sleep. She took off her petticoat, And she has her way, Between the boy and the street. What she did was lie down. there he spied his master, he was walking up and down. "The broth has taken me, master, the broth has taken me, the laborer has made my bed and I am forced to flee. Oh, I served you seven long years and never asked a fee, and I will serve you seven, and I will have that queen for me. And even more so I could run away."
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Miller's Wife o' Blaydon, La
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 152-153. Blaydon Miller's Wife Blaydon Miller's Wife says she beat her husband for kissing the maiden. I would freely give up twenty. The Miller's Wife, &c. Even if she sells me night and day, I'll get another job. The miller's wife, &c.
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Millman and Tuplin's Song, The
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Young Millman (The Tuplin Song) By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #50, pp. 195-196. From Willie MacDonald's singing of BlackRiver Bridge, 1947. Come, draw the curtain and move slowly, I'll sing to you, young Millman, and the Tup-a-lin song. It is a story of deep sadness and suffering. This crime was committed in a place called Margee. (Margate) On the 18th of June, on a quiet summer night, The moon in the sky shone with a ray of light, Little Maggie walked out of her own father's door, Little thought she was gone, never to return there. (6) additional verses)
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), pp. 285-286. From Herbert Hinchey's Ridge, Boiestown, New Brunswick. You kindhearted Christians, I implore you to heed a sad and dark story you are about to hear. be, without thinking or worrying. This was the sin that changed the course of Mary Cuplon's life, and indeed, she was to be a mother, not a wife. your shame and saving her name took this poor creature's life. (verses 1, 3 of 11)
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My eyes saw the glory of the school fire
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Don't ask me where I learned this. I did, is all I can say. The funny thing is, I grew up in Minnesota, and the Prairie Home Companion Book of Folk Songs relies heavily on songs submitted by Minnesotans and doesn't have my lines. I presumably learned this sometime between 1966 and 1970. - RBWMy eyes saw the glory of the school fire. We tortured all the teachers, broke all the rules. We went to the office and tickled the director. Our school continues. .Glory, glory, hallelujah, the teacher hit me with a ruler. I hit his beans with a rotten tangerine and he won't teach anymore.
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Miss Mary Jane (riding in the buggy, which groans at me)
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Miss Mary Jane By Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 117. As recalled from the South Carolina slave song by Dr. W.F. More. Riding in a buggy, Miss Mary Jane, Miss Mary Jane, Miss Mary Jane, riding in a buggy, Miss Mary Jane, I'm a long way from home. Chorus Who moans for me? Who moans for me? Who moans for me, love? Who moans for me? (2 additional verses)
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 91, pp. 232-234. "Sung by Martin Hocko, Pinware, August 1960. "Come on, all you poor women working day and night, making rugs for the Mission for three dollars salary, but to tell you the truth, as it seems, you'll get the slip Milk and Cream Relations (16 additional stanzas)
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mister rabbit
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 173-174. Provided by "Mr. Dowd" of Charleston, South Carolina. "Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit, your ears are too long." , Every little soul shall shine, shine, shine." (3 additional verses)
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Mode o'Woing, El
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 106-107. Young men when they arrive Between twenty and twenty-five, You'll hardly find one But he's more or less inclined to join to court, a woo woo to court, to move away in a courting flock, among the fair maidens. (17 additional verses)
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Mollie e Willie
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 98, pp. 313-314. Compiled by Pat Frye of Yadkin County, North Carolina, 1945.1 'Watch out darling, and don't tell if they desert you in wars, don't go.' - I'm going, I'm going, I'm going. You don't want to get married; so why should I stay?'2 A man's suit, his sword at his side, He entered [sic.] them and departed.3 Little Willie and his true love rode; Little Willie thought his true love had stayed home.4 'Here's a glass of good old brandy and a bottle of good old wine. Here is health for those ladies we left behind.'5 'I love but one woman. , on land or sea; Here's to health for little Mollie; I know he loves me'6. He was standing next to me and he heard me say that. The tears in his eyes flow like water.7 'La' is a sweet little Mollie who followed me here.' 'This is your true love who loved you so much.'
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molly malone
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 96, September 23, 2021, as posted by Robloz user. He learned from his father. In the fair city of Dublin, where the girls are so pretty, where I first laid eyes on sweet Molly Malone She pushed her wheelbarrow, through streets wide and narrow, crying cockles and mussels alive oh alive oh alive oh alive oh Singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh
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The Monkey Wedding, The
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 241-243. Sung by Mrs. Jennie Hardy Linscott of Waldboro, Maine. it blistered, she screamed, the bridesmaid put on a bandage, it stuck so tight she couldn't stick any faster. Was it not a sad disaster? But it soon got better. (2 additional verses)
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Moonlight
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #131, p. 307. From the corner of Frank Proffitt, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1938. Come all you drink fighters if you want to hear about the kind of liquor they sell around here. It's done in the lonely hills, where there are many stills in the moonlight. (6 additional verses)
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 142-143. Apparently from the Gilbert R. Combs song.1 I've been a liquor man for seventeen long years, I've spent all my money on whiskeys and beers. I'll scream, I'll put my still on, I'll make a gallon for a two dollar bill. I spend God bless these beautiful women, I wish they were mine, Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine. I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry, If moonlight doesn't kill me, I'll live until I die. God bless those moonshiners, I wish they were mine, their breath smells as sweet as good ol' moonshiner. * The spelling "seventeen" is used in the text; the text on the printed song spells "seven'ntee".
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Mormon Cowboy (II), The
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From Guy Logsdon, "The Whorehouse Bells Were Tolling" and Other Songs the Cowboys Sing, No. 3, pp. 39-41. From the corner of Riley Neal. Probably collected in 1968. A story, a story, a story I will tell about Archie Barber and his unhappy state; he lived until twenty past two, he lived single, when, to his sad misfortune, he got a wife. He married a farmer's daughter, the prettiest, they said, who was expecting a sportswoman that night, when she went to sleep, when she found out he didn't have a bum, she wrung her hands and wept, she hugged him, squeezed him with her thighs . (5 additional verses)
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morning dew, The
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 148-149. Apparently from Karpeles/Newfoundland. The rose, the lily and the rose in bloom They grow in the garden where my true love goes. The little birds rejoice when they think they have heard the voice of my beloved Jimmy. I love you more than tongue can say; There's not a drop of morning dew That's as sweet as a kiss from you.
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Mother, mother, make my bed
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By Ralph Vaughan Williams and A. L. Lloyd, The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, p. 71. Collected 1906 from "Mrs Ford" in Blackham, Sussex. 'Mother, mother, make my bed, and wrap me in a sheet as white as milk, and wrap me in a robe of gold, and see if I can sleep. 'And send me the two policemen, as well as my sister's son, to bring me my true love, or I shall die before he can come' (10 extra stanzas)
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From Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, pp. 138-139. Collected from Mrs. Charity Lovingood in Murphy, North Carolina. She called her little page, who was her brother's son. She told him as fast as she could to get her lord safely home. , And the second ran, And when he came to a [broken] bridge He tucked his chest and swam. Oh no, your tower isn't falling, Nor is your bower burning, But we fear before you return Your burden will be dead and gone. (Verses 1, 2, 5 of 10)
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Sopa and Sra. Murphy
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From "The Arkansas Woodchopper's World's Greatest Collection of Cowboy Songs with Yodel Arrangements", M. M. Cole, 1931 (?), pp. 10-13. Memories of the golden west and friends I used to know: Take me back to that boarding house, Where I lived long ago. Every Friday night we'd gather in the hallway, hoping for the best present ever. Every spoonful made you sing louder. After dinner, Uncle Ben used to fill his fountain pen. From a bowl of Miss Murphy's soup. steak, bug, stomach ache, custard tarts, earplugs, many to be found (singing) An extra verse.
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Mucking o 'Geordie's Byre, El
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The Mucking of Geordie's Byar By James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #96, p.97. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). As I crossed that meadow and passed carelessly, I listened with pleasure to Jenny as she sadly sang this song. Geordie Byar manure and Gruip cleaning have left me sleepless at night and brought salty tears to my children. 'd my fingers, With the manure of Geordie Byar. Though the roads were always so dirty, Or the day so dirty and dirty, I would be herded with Geordie; I liked it much more than school. My brother abuses me everyday for being with Geordie so freely, my sister cheats on me because she is below my grade. But when I like my young Geordie, though he's sly and sleepy, He calls me Darling and Darling, And I'm sure my Geordie loves me[.]
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blackberry disaster
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 114-115. Transcribed in 1939 from a manuscript, probably 19th century, written by Louisa Nutting Bradley. Come all you good people of all degrees; And listen to me carefully for a moment, For a painful story I intend to tell, Of an unfortunate disaster that recently happened. Oh Mulberry trembled at that terrible blow; Consider the voice of Jehovah (sic.) who spoke. To teach us that we are mortal and subject to death;
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Assassination of John Dugar, The
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 172-173. By W. B. Morton, originally from Shelburne, Nova Scotia. Collected in 1937. Come on, my friends, old and young; pay attention, everyone. This murderous act sounds everywhere. This happened in Claire County. The first to escape was John Dugar. He took the law into his own hands. He forcefully took off his coat and hat and challenged the other to come out and fight (verses 1, 3 of 11).
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Assassinato de Pearl Bryan, O (Pearl Bryan VII)
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 131-135. A horrible crime has been committed. It soon came to light; For parents to look at their daughter without a head, What a sad and terrible sight. The girl who was beheaded, Pearl Bryan was her name. It was made by dental students studying for fame. (5 additional verses)
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murder song
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #90, pp. 189-190. Collected from William Ireland, Elgin, N.B. Young and tender maidens heed what I saw, Pity me in your minds, I hope you watch and pray, Do not do what I did, the truth I will reveal to you, For the cruelty of my true love send me to prison from Lipper. She was a lady by birth and I can't deny it, and I was just a poor man's son, her father's servant, and when I found she was in love with me I seduced her, Six months or better she was deceived by me. (8 additional stanzas, slightly irregular in length)
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My father went to see that land
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 209. "From the Song of C. M. Moses." My father went to see that land, see that land, see that land, my father went to see that land, sing that uplifting song. Chorus It takes a saint to see that land, To see that land, to see that land, It takes a saint to see that land, To sing that song of joy (5 additional verses)
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my generous lover
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I first saw my love in print in Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 225-226. From the log of the ship Catalpa, sailing from New Bedford in 1856 Love was no denying For I've freed myself too much from the company of my love My generous lover, welcome to me Happy is the maiden who never loved a man She is free from all sorrows we understand She is free from all sorrows and sad miseries Oh my generous lover, welcome to me. My friends and relatives were angry. They should be free with you in the beautiful hall. But my friends and relatives may be angry. My generous lover, you're welcome. He can stay longer So keep your mind at ease, love, keep your mind free And let no man participate but me Oh, this innocent creature lay on the floor With her cheeks red and rosy and tears falling Saying Jimmy, dear Jimmy, you is the first to woo me My generous lover, you are welcome to me
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my beautiful sailor
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 566-567. Sung by Arthur Nicolle, Rocky Harbour, August 1958. Wandering down Water Street one afternoon, I went on my way, hoping to find my true love as I didn't have much time left; Crossing the wide ocean for money and gain, Now they tell me he's back for his dear Mary Jane. (4 additional verses)
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My heart is sad (when my sweet son was thirty)
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(Untitled) From manuscript by Richard Hill, Balliol College MS. 354, copied c.1504-1537. As transcribed in Roman Dyboski, Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poems from the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book, Kegan Paul, 1907. Archaic symbols have been discreetly regularized. (Chorus:) "O mi harte es wo!" Maria, she said: "To see my dere son dyr; & sonnes I have no more." "When my sweet son was XXXti [thirty] years old, then Judas the traitor grew very bold; For XXXti plates of money his master sold; But as far as I knew, sir, my deer was cole. deer is woo !...mo. ;Many were the false Jews that followed him,& then, in front of all, he kissed my son's cheek.
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My heart is in the highlands
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 259, p. 268. The source is not indicated. The melody appears as Failte in the miosg. My heart is in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart is in the Highlands chasing the deer; Chasing the wild stag and following the stag, My heart is in the Highlands wherever I go. Goodbye to the Highlands, goodbye to the north, The birthplace of Valor, the country of Valor, Wherever I go, wherever I go, The Highland hills I love forever. (1 additional verse)
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My home is in the mountains
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #78, p. 300. From the song by George Edwards. I want to see my mother, can't you call her here? It wouldn't seem so difficult to die with my mother around. My home is on the mountain, Oh where the pines sway, that's where I heard the bugle calling the brave. (4 additional verses)
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My house is on the other side of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
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I'm Going Back to North Carolina By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #124, pp. 297-298. From Frank Proffitt's Ridge of North Carolina. Collected in 1959. I'm going back to North Carolina, I'm going back to North Carolina, I'm going back to North Carolina, I hope I never see you again. I'm leaving here Monday morning, I'm leaving here Monday morning, I'm leaving here Monday morning, I hope I never see you again. crying, how do I stop crying? I don't expect to see you ever again. I'll cross the Blue Ridge Mountains, I'll cross the Blue Ridge Mountains, I'll cross the Blue Ridge Mountains, I never hope to see you again.
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I'm going back to North Carolina As recorded by Kelly Harrell, OKeh 40505, August 25, 1925 I'm going to take the morning train, I'm going to take the morning train, I'm going to take the afternoon train tomorrow because I never expect to see you again. I'm going to cross the Rocky Mountains, I'm going to cross the Rocky Mountains, I'm going to cross the Rocky Mountains, because I don't expect to see you again. I'm going back to North Carolina, I'm going back to North Carolina, I'm going back to North Carolina Lord, I don't expect to see you again. .How she cried when Moxie left her, How she cried when Moxie left her, How she cried when Moxie left her, Because she never expects to see him again. One sweet kiss and I must leave, One sweet kiss and I must leave you , a sweet kiss and I must leave you because I don't expect to see you ever again. I'll spend my days with my mother, I'll spend my days with my mother, I'll spend my days with my mother, Lord, I never expect to see you. you more
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my lady sit later
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of the North of England, p. 192. My son stays up late, My son stays up late, My darling stays up late, Between the beer pitcher and the glass. Hey Johnny, come to your son, Hey Johnny, come to your son, Hey Johnny, come to your son, with a rye under your arm. He spends three cents a week, it's only a penny a day; he sits with his pipe to his cheek and loses his money. My boy is never around, my hinnie is never around, and when I yell, "Boy, cum hame," he calls back for more beer.
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My lady went to Canterbury
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(Untitled) From photographs by Edward Bliss Reed, editor, Christmas CarolsPrinted in the Sixteenth Century Inclusive Kele's Christmas Carollesnewely Imrynted reproduced in facsimile of copy in HuntingtonLibrary_, Harvard University Press, 1932, pp. 38-40 [20-22]. The contractions and such have been discreetly modernized, but the spelling has been retained (note, for example, the different spellings "hart" and "harte" for "heart". Robyn Lough. My lady went to Caunterbury. He said she would be his mother She knew Cate de Malmesbery (6 additional verses)
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My Lord Knows the Way
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #81, p. 306. From Mrs. Henry Terbusch. My Lord knows the way through (sic.) the wilderness -- All I have to do is follow; My Lord knows the way through the wilderness - All I have to do is follow; Strength for today is mine all the way, And all I need for tomorrow; My Lord knows the way through (sic.) the desert - All I have to do is follow.
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my love is so beautiful
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 7-9. By John C. Hall, Providence, Rhode Island. Collected in 1945. My love is so beautiful, so alive, so witty, none in the city or in the city. His hand would fall from grace. RefrainWith a fol di dol la diddy,Fol di dol la diddyFol di dol la diddyFol di dol day.(2 additional stanzas)
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My love, she's still just a girl (me)
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My Love, It's Still Just a Lassie From James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume III, #225, p.234. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). My love, she is still a girl. My love, she is still a girl. We'll leave her alone for a year or two. don't be kinda cheeky just yet. Sorry the day I reached out to her O, sorry the day I reached out to her O, which meets his needs and says he's in love, but you can say he bought her O. Come get a drop of the best yet, Come take a sip of what there is the best so far; Gae seeks pleasure wherever he wants, But here I never lack. We're dry without drinking, We're dry without drinking, The minister kissed the violinist's wife He couldn't preach for thinking about it.
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My Lovin' Father (When the world is on fire)
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As recorded by the Carter family, Victor V-40293, 1940. Transcribed by Robert B. Waltz. Oh, my beloved mother, when the world is on fire, don't you want God's chest to be your pillow? Hide me in the Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages, cleft for me. I'm going to heaven when the world is on fire And I want the bosom of God to be my pillow. Hide me in the rock of ages, Rock of ages, split for me. Brother, when the world is on fire, don't you want the bosom of God to be your pillow? Hide me in the rock of ages, Rock of ages, split for me. Oh, my beloved sinner, when the world is on fire, don't you want the bosom of God to be your pillow? Hide me in the rock of ages, Rock of ages, split for me. Don't you want to go to heaven when the world is on fire, don't you want the bosom of God to be your pillow? Hide me in the rock of ages, Rock of ages, split for me.
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Mi Lula Lou
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 124-125. "From Singing Polly Rains". On the shores of noble Cumberland I spent many happy hours, wandering there with my Lula Lou, the sweetest flower in Kentucky. ,Kentucky's sweetest flower,Kentucky's sweetest flower,Wandering there with my Lula Lou,Kentucky's sweetest flower.(3 additional verses)
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my powder
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 378-379. No source is given, though Sandburg implies the verses are just a selection of those he knew.1 My Lulu hugged and kissed me, squeezed my hand and cried, told me I was the sweetest thing that ever lived. tall and slender, my girl Lulu is tall and thin, but the only thing that satisfies her is a good shot of gin. , I'll shoot you with my pistol too.4 My girl Lulu is a daisy, She wears a big white hat; I bet her life when I'm in town. All guys go to the ground. city Live with my Lulu gal.6 My Lulu she is an angel, Only she doesn't (sic.) have no wings. I think I'll buy her a wedding ring when the grass turns green next spring. 8 The engineer blew the whistle, the fireman rang the bell, Lulu, in a pink kimona Says, "Darling, goodbye to you."9 I saw my Lulu in spring, I saw her in autumn; She wrote me a letter in the winter, Says, "Bye darling", that's all.
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my teacher and me
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By W. Henderson, editor, _Victorian Street Ballads_ Country Life, 1937, p. 123. My teacher told me, is it true? I was told his name in the Union record books. I can never allow a worker of mine to mix with the wicked peace disturbers. * * *I tell the professor, it's perfectly true that I'm in the Union, and I'll keep it too, and if I have to choose between the Union and you, I have a lot to gain and little to lose. (4 additional verses)
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My name is Edward Gallovan.
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The Wexford Girl By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 92 pp. 194-195. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. My name is Edward Gallovan, in Wexford I was born, For the murder of Mary Riley I die in public contempt, She is of a fair fair who might have been my wife, But for the cursed gold I took her life. Those words she said to me would make your heart sad, before she killed her and left her in her blood. She said, "Dear James, here are my keys and in my box you will find a request on the back for twenty pounds worth of savings." (Stanzas 1, 3 of six plus a fragment)
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My name is Yon Yonson.
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 154, Oct 29, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY, who reported, "It doesn't actually have a melody." My name is John Yohnson. I come from Visconsin. I work at the sawmill there. I find, as I walk down the street, it says Hey dere, what's your name? And I say: (repeat)
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My old house in Kentucky
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My Old Kentucky Home, Good NightFrom the score published in 1853 (over five pages) by Firth, Pond & Co.Title page inscribed MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GOOD NIGHT* FOSTER'S PLANTATION MELODIES No. 20 sung by Christy's MinstrelsNo.18. GOODBYE MY DEAR LILLYNo.19. DOUGH IS ON THE COLD GROUND Written and composed by STEPHEN C. FOSTER the young people roll on the little cabin floor, all merry, all merry and bright: in hard times knock on the door, so my old house in Kentucky, good night! CHORUS Don't cry anymore, my lady, oh! Don't cry anymore today! We'll sing a song To the old Kentucky home, To the old Kentucky home, far away. 2d. V. They no longer hunt skunks and raccoons In the meadow, on the hill and on the shore, They no longer sing in the moonlight, On the bench by the door of the old hut. The day passes like a shadow of the heart, with sadness where all was delight: the time has come when the browns must part, so my old house in Kentucky, good night! Chorus.3d. V. The head must bow and the back must bow, Wherever darkness goes: A few more days, and all troubles will end In the field where the sugar canes grow. A few more days to carry the heavy load, It doesn't matter, it'll never be light, A few more days until we stumble on the road, So my old house in Kentucky, good night! Chorus.* On the inside page, the title is "My Old Kentucky Home, Good-night!"
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My war will soon end
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From the collection of Frank C. Brown, Volume II, No. 294, pp. 682-683. Received from Southgate Jones, Durham, North Carolina, 1920. Printed as given in brown, spelling and all.1 My war fair will soon be over My trouble is almost over My war is almost over And so I go home. It's almost done and then I'm going home. Original presumption: My war will soon be over, My trouble is almost over. My war is almost over And so I'll go home. God bless the holy people, the Presbyterians too. Baptists who pray too. (Repeat first verse.)
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My wife is an obscene little thing
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 217, p. 226. No source is indicated. The rascal was either married, She was playing the rascal or she was married, She'll do it again or die. She dropped her coat and drank, She dropped her coat and drank, Rowed her and fell on a blanket, she won't be guided by me. He didn't care when I forbade him. braw gude bairn was her.
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Nancy (II) (Wandering Beauty) [P12 Laws]
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The Rambling Beauty By John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), pp. 176-177. No source information is provided. To all who follow labyrinthine beauty, I warn you to be especially careful and not to trust false young women. They will be keen to lure you into a trap. A merchant's daughter named Nancy, dressed in fine silks and satins, for her I had the greatest taste in women I ever had. One day I went to visit him and offered him the ring; with what contempt he rejected it, and said he would not have such a thing. So he went straight to his father to let him know this horrible story; his cruelty was worse than that of his daughter, he ordered me out of his presence. And there I love her with bread and water Until my state was very low. And now she is wed to Prince Orai, A reckless youth in the city far away, Who neither loves nor respects her, But tries to trample her courage. One day, as I was walking, my false lover happened to meet me, she was in a bad state and I was in a prosperous state. I reached into her pocket and took out guineas one, two, three, he said, "Take this, you poor heartless woman, do you mind how false you've been to me?" She wrung her hands and fell down-crying, oh, her sorrows were fresh and green; she says, "Once I thought I had a heart I kept, but how unhappy I was." away;Usually, a dark and misty morning turns out to be a bright and beautiful day.
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nancy lee
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From Frank Shay, American Sea Songs and Chanteys, pp. 170-171. Source not indicated. Of all the wives he knows, Yeo-ho! boys, oh! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! There is no one like Nancy Lee, I believe, Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Look there, she stands and waves her hands on the dock, and every day when I'm away she'll watch over me and whisper softly when the storm blows, To Jack on the sea, Yeo-ho! boys, oh! Yeo-ho! Chorus The sailor's wife, the sailor's star will be, Yeo-ho! We crossed the sea; The sailor's wife will be the sailor's star, The sailor's wife will be his star! (2 additional verses)
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Nancy's Complaint in Bedlam
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The Maid in Bedlam By James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #46, pp.46-47. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). One spring morning, very early, I heard a maiden in Bedlam, singing mournfully; her chains clapped in her hands, while he sweetly sang thus: I love my love, because I know, my love. Love me. Oh! cruel were your parents, who sent my love to the sea; And cruel, cruel was the ship that carried my love, Yet I love my parents, for they are theirs, though they ruined me, Because I love my love. , etc. (6 additional verses)
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missing heroes, the
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 36, pp. 156-157. From Arthur MacDonald's song of BlackRiver Bridge, 1948. All true heroes of Napan, come hear me, I will sing the praises of Robert Sweezey, who of late was challenged to fight to the death, to fight Frank Russell from ancient times. pointy car. (4 additional verses)
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born reacher
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I'm a Nachel-Bawn Scope From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Black Folk Songs, pp. 232-233. Provided by Mrs. M.L. Riddle; the last source is not listed, but was likely from East Tennessee. The white man says times are tough, Nigger never worries, he must trust De Lawd. As hard as times are, chickens never land too high for me. Chorus I'm a nachel-bawn reacher, Just a nachel-bawn reacher, Just a nachel-bawn reacher, That ain't no lie. I once knew a man named Freeze, among girls he was all cheese. He was twice as cold as his name, he never missed the letter that never arrived. (1 additional verse plus variant chorus)
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The eye of the needle, The
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Threading the Needle From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item #29, p. 91. From Massachusetts. the eye of the needle that supplies the thread that runs so faithfully; Oh! I let a lot of girls pass because I wanted you.
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Nell Cropsey (Eu)
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From W.K. McNeil, Southern Folk Ballads, Volume II, pp. 82-83. Collected May 1927 from Bessie Wesctorr Midgett of Manteo, North Carolina. I will tell his story. She had barely spent sixteen summers with blue eyes and sun-kissed curls, perfect were all her pretty features, with red lips that curled in pearls. One night the lover called her to see her, but they barely said a word, because they had a lovers' quarrel, so all the neighbors knew about it. (Verses 1, 3, 4 of 10)
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Nell Cropsey (III - Fast Flowing River)
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Nell Cropsey, II De Louis W. Chappell, _Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle_, #62, pp. 110-111. Collected in 1934 from Mrs. L.A. Spencer of Edenton, NC. Oh, river that flows fast, a secret you keep, down there in the depths of the water so cold. And tell us, Oh River, the secret you know? The pretty girl whose story was told So sad, Slipped through the night Like a lamb from the pen. The treacherous hand dealt The villain's blow (sic) must know. (Verses 1, 2, 5, 6 of 10)
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Nellie was a lady
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 49.Music is listed as copyrighted and used with permission, but no author or copyright holder is listed.1. On the floating Mississippi, long trabbel over the road; all night I'm carrying the poplar, singing to my true lub all day; Nellie was a lady, she died last night; virginia black bride Oh, Nellie was a lady, she died last night Toll de bell to lubly Nell, my brunette bride Oh, Nellie was a lady, she died last night Toll de bell to lubly Nell, my darkie bride. (1 additional verse plus a modified chorus for the final verse.)
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Nelson's victory at Trafalgar (Brave Nelson) [Laws J17]
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Nelson's Glorious Victory at Trafalgar Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 67-69. The immediate source is not mentioned. Rise up, rise up, brave Britons! Play your songs louder; and join me in a chorus, to sing Britannia's praises. Once again the hero of the Nile tried to make Britannia smile. on a glorious day the combined fleets of France and Spain were near the bay of Cadiz; his ships, thirty-three in number, and Nelson, when he had them seen, said, "Twenty then there is for me." O brave Nelson! Given the signal to fight, Cannon began to roar; Our ships, twenty-seven in number, We rocked the Spanish coast; And Nelson on deck so high, Aloud to his men he shouted, "We will conquer." them, my boys, or die." O brave Nelson! He broke his line of battle and struck the fatal blow; he blasted some and sent others down. Glory died. O brave Nelson! When the brave hero was dying, and with his last breath he prayed for the glory of England, till the moment of his death. But providence, thy will be done, O brave Nelson! The battle over, which was a bloody fight; we twenty of his best ships, from them we took away. Now Bonaparte! Boast no more to land on our native shore, Lest they tear you to pieces, through brave Nelson. May Collingwood and Hardy, like Nelson's fame, resound, and all our might by land and sea, be crowned with success; May the trade and wealth of Great Britain increase, may all wars and turmoils cease, and may we have lasting peace through valiant Nelson.
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Neptune, Ruler of the Sea
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 119. Reprinted from Leach, Folk Ballads and Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast. "Sung by Henry White, Sandy Cove, June 1960." Neptune, the ruler of the sea, rides to court today, Full of white coats to the porthole and his colors rippling merrily. They killed and whipped a heavy load with flags. in each pot, as the bats rattled on their heads, the killing began. (2 additional verses)
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #116, pp. 228-229. Collected from Williams Wilson, Ratter's Corner, N.B. Oh, all you New Ireland boys, come hear my song. I'm going to sing a few lines about Tom Long. laddie to laddie sing it right following the dey Our business to be there is to get some rum So Johnny swore it couldn't be done Our clergy gave orders and we must obey No whiskey on Sundays.
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New Frontier Line, The
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 12, p. 54-57. Collected from Joe Thibadeau, Bobcaygeon, Ontario, October 1964. Now we left our own homes, for the forest we were sloping - The first night in Bobcaygeon was spent with pleasure. We stayed at Harve Thompson that night for a while, who was hiring crews for the New Limit Line. (14 additional verses)
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Newburgh Jail, LA
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #166, pp. 607-608. Sung by George Edwards. Come listen, lovely friends, [And] I'll sing you a song, It's just a short one, It won't last long. Chorus: Say it well! speak the father mulch, Whack! fail the daddle mulch, correct! fall dee day. I was walking to Newburgh, I wasn't thinking anything bad, when I come up the steps, old Morgan, he takes me by the arm. (Verses 1, 5, of 13)
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Newcastle is my hometown
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 190-191. Newcassel is my homeland, where my mother longed for me. I was born in Rewcastle Chare, the center of Kee; , Completely worry and pain free! But unfortunately! Those days are gone and gone, they'll never come back. Now, like another married man, I have to fight carefully, so let joy and happiness reign between us tonight; and with a bumper in each hand, let every heart proclaim: Happy we part, And happy we meet again. (Verses 1, 6 of 6)
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Newfoundland Disaster (I), The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 94-95. From Peacock, Songs of Newfoundland Outports; collected in 1960 from Joshua Osborne. We often read of bold heroes and noble deeds they did, some on the field of battle Victoria Crosses won, tars and British officers who walked the quarterdeck. pulling men out of a shipwreck (5 additional verses)
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No domains for me boy
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 320-322. Based on a leaflet said to be based on Herd. I came across an airy sword, a newly made lectern, boy, with a raised hat and a powdered wig, a black coat and completely transparent cuffs, boy, a long tie on him changed, and the buckles on his knees, boy, he says , my heart, by Cupid's dart, is captivated by you, girl. (6 additional verses)
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(Find the Ring) By Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume I, pg. 121. From Sheffield. Oh, the Grand Duke of York He had ten thousand men, marched them up the hill (sic.) and marched them down again. And when they went up, they went up, and when they went down, they went down, and when they got halfway up the hill, they didn't go up or down.
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 114-115. From the third edition (1955) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. homeowners will provide them in the days of yore, for in Newfoundland Sealing VOyage means more than just gold. Chorus Because the ice is floating "suddard" It's closing in on the Funks, And the men will leave their featherbeds to sleep on wooden bunks. Though times are getting tough again, our men haven't gone soft. go up quickly. (5 additional verses)
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Wedding of the Noble, The (The Flawless Bride; The Symbol of Love) [Laws P31]
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The Awful Wedding by Cecil Sharp and Maud Karpeles, English folk songs from the Southern Appalachians. vol. I1 (1932 edition). Item No. 105, page. 83. Collected 1909 from "Mrs. Moore" of Rabun, Georgia. I'll tell you about a horrible marriage where two true lovers weren't kind She starts to reflect on her previous studies And her former true love has taken over her mind. They were all sitting at the table And they all had to sing a song And the first was his real ex-lover And this is the song that the bride sang If anyone asks why I wear my strange clothes I hate love, that's the reason reason I lost my heart's only delight But I'll put on my weird outfit And wear it for a week or two --------------------Until I change my old love for new But how could you lay your head on another man's pillow when you showed me your love so late? She couldn't take it anymore and fell at her boyfriend's feet. will grant me That it is tonight to lie beside my mother And all who love me lie with you And this request, being soon granted With teary eyes, they went to bed Too soon, too soon, when they got up in the morning they found the young girl bride dead
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Nobody knows
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #171, p. 389. From the song of Sue Thomas, North Carolina, 1939. None know how heavy my load is, None know how enthroned (sic.) my path is. Nobody cares if I have trouble on the way, how dark the night, how dark the day. Chorus No one knows, no one cares, My heavy burden no one shares. My only comfort, my only support, Jesus is always walking beside me. (3 additional verses)
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serra irrational
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From Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, pp. 195-196 (second text) Hurray, hurray! By her I saw, Who could conquer Her Claw and Mouth. Seesaw, hee-ha! I sing a maid I saw in Arkansaw! (4 additional verses)
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Norfolk Girls, The
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From Frank Shay, American Sea Songs and Chanteys, pp. 172-177. Source not indicated. Our upper sails have been hoisted and filled, We know we are very comfortable aloft, Despite the storms we will still be happy, Among our friends below. Gather together and listen, then, with warm and sincere cheer; health to all the girls of Norfolk and also to the maidens of Portsmouth. Here's health to all Norfolk girls, And Portsmouth maidens too, Here's health to all Norfolk girls, And Portsmouth maidens too. (6 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 32-34. Verse 1. A shepherd sat him down under a thornbush. He picked up his flute and began to play. It was a summer day in the morning. In honor of that holiday. He sang a little song, to the tune of "Cater Bordee", and this was his song essence: "If you wanna play the flute, boy, I'll dance for you-for you." , for you, derry, derry, for you; For you, for you, derry, derry, for you; And this was his song essence: "If you want to play the flute, boy, I'll dance for you." as her harmony did, a maiden of the city's field, a basket on her arm she had, a harvest of reeds from below; she saw - If you're gonna play the bagpipes, boy, I'll dance; for you, for you, etc.
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Nothing is too good for the Irish
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #29, pp, 101-103. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1940. I will tell you a story that was told to me. A good old story, Gramachree. When my mother was dying, "My son," she said, "Nothing is too good for the Irish!" When we got there, me and my brother Dan, I said, "We'll do the best we can." They made me a policeman and he a councillor. Nothing is too good for the Irish. Chorus The Dutch were made for hauling coal and shoveling snow, the Italians for organs, the English for mash, the Chinese for washing clothes, the Japanese for a juggling show, the blacks for bleaching, the Jews for making money, the Cubans for smoke, the Portuguese for sailing the seas, the Scots for bakers, the French were made for style, the Rooshians for mining, the Americans for freedom, but men made for bosses are sons of the Isle of Erin! Hip Hip Hooray! Erin will brag! Nothing's Too Good For The Irish (1 additional verse)
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Thorneymoor Fields By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 53, pp. 154-155. From Mrs. Robert Cox, Steubenville, Ohio.1. Thornymoor Fields in Nottinghamshire, Fol-the-dol-lay, sing legit add-a-day, There lay a good fat stag, Fol-the-dol lar-a-lee, The keepers' houses were three squares, about one miles apart they were, and their orders were, to tend the deer, Fol-the-dol lar-a-lie-day.2. Me and my dogs were out one night, The moon was shining clear and the stars were shining; Over hedges and ditches and gates and prisoners, With me two hounds chase me, To catch a fat stag in the fields of Thornymoor.3. We wandered through the woods and woods that night, We wandered through the woods until morning; The first game I found was a good fat deer lying dead on the ground, where one of my dogs mortally wounded it.4. I took my knife and cut the deer's throat, I took my knife and cut the deer's neck; You would have laughed to see poor Jack limping home with a stag on his back, for he carried it like a Yorkshireman's rucksack.5. I hired a butcher to skin the game, myself and another to sell it; The first game we put up for sale was for an old woman who sold bad beer, and she put three poor boys in jail.6. Sessions are coming and we will be tested, Sessions are coming and we will be tested; The knights laughed at them all in scorn And said this old woman should take an oath; I shouted: "In pieces it must be broken in pieces!"7. Sessions are over and we're all free, Sessions are over and we're all free; (Released with rebuke.)
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Now I'm a big boy (me)
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Text provided by Kit Plunkett, December 2010, "As my father sang to me." This would likely be in the late 1950's or soon after. Kit provides the following background: "My father [John C. Plunkett] (1931-2003) sang this song to me (with some differences) as a lullaby when I was a child. After my own son was born, thirty-one years ago, I sang it to him. So I asked my father where the music came from. Although he didn't know the exact origin, he told me that his father [Richard Plunkett] (1900-1964) had sung it to him and his seven siblings when they were children.ˇˇMy grandfather was born to an Irish immigrant (a Dublin-area fisherman who died in 1903) and a Boston-area widow. They all lived and died in Boston, Massachusetts. It can be intriguing to know where and how my grandfather heard this song originally, except that he was a merchant seaman for many years and may have learned the song during his years at sea.my mother put me to bed.but now i am a big boy and fit to serve the Queen. I can fire a musket and I'm smoking a hookah mbo. And I can kiss a pretty girl at ten at night.
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Now the war is over (Mussolini's Dead)
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From the Alan Lomax Collection: Lomax, World Library of Early and Folk Music: Scotland CD: Rounder CD 1743, 1998. From a Scottish children's recording, transcribed by Paul J. Stamler Now that the war is over, Mussolini is dead, he wants go to heaven with a crown on his head, the Lord says no, that he has to stay down there, well dressed and with nowhere to go.
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The nurse pinched the baby, the
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 137, p. 300.From Helen Hobart, Medina, Ohio.1. Ah, the nurse pinched the baby just to make fun of him. Something is wrong and everyone notices; And along with all the women of Ohio, Mom went to the brewery to pray.2. Oh, he got the wrath of that old Doctor Dye-o, Who doesn't drink whiskey, tea or rye, And along with all the Ohio ladies, Mama went down to the brewery to pray.
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The Not-Browne Mayd De Percy/Wheatley, Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume II, pp. 35-47. Derived from Richard Arnold's 1521 edition of the Chronicle, but retouched. Whether they are right or wrong, these men among women complain; because they never give They love a man again: Because late a man does what he can, His favor to reach, Yet if a new one pursues them, Their first true love Working in vain; for from their thinking He is a banished man. (29 additional verses)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #175, p. 393. From J. B Sutton's corner of North Carolina, 1941. I don't like no farmer's rule, it says, "Get up in the morning with a battered mule." Or Bud, Bud, Bud, Bud or Bud. (1 additional verse)
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Oh, I've seen the Blaw roses
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 16-17. Oh! I saw the roses bloom, the heather bloom, the broom and the lily sprout white as a snail, in all their native splendor. However, Maria is sweeter in green, as fresh and beautiful as the queen of Flora, more majestic than the branches. beans, or like slender ivy. (4 additional verses)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 195. As Fuson himself recalls. O kings, you have heard the consequences of what we now describe; it is neither fair nor equitable to tax this rich tribe.
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O Mary Mother
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Gaudeamus singe we in hoc sacro tpe (tpere, sic)Puer nobis natus en ex Maria virgineFrom the photographs of Edward Bliss Reed, editor, Christmas CarolsPrinted in the 17th century, including Kele's Christmas CarolsNewly printed reproduced in facsimile from the copy in HuntingtonLibrary_, Harvard University Press, 1932, p. 49-51 [31-33]. The contractions and such have been quietly modernized, but the spelling has been retained and the (lack of) punctuation has not been corrected. even though he can't go His body is all wrapped up in the plowing On a trapped train he is To take us all to the bliss of heaven By Adam who was stained with blood By an apple so free From head to toe His heaven is torn and also fleshy His body is pale and swollen And nailed is in a tre (8 extra stanzas)
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Oh, the beautiful fisherman boy
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of the North of England, p. 103. Oh, the beautiful fisherman boy Who brings the fish out of the sea; Oh, the handsome fisherman, The fisherman caught me. On the rocky coast of Bamboroughshire, As you enter Bowmer Raw, There lives the handsome fisherman, The fisherman who fucks them. Oh, the handsome fisherman boy, &c. My mother sent me one day to collect cockles in the sea; but I was not far off when my fisherman son fell in with me. Oh, the handsome fisherman boy, &c. I will never marry a sailor or a soldier, because he has good bronze; but I will have a fisherman son, because I am a fisherman's daughter. Oh, the handsome fisherman boy, &c.
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O Where O Where did my puppy go
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Sheet music published in 1864 by Septimus Winner. Title page inscribed in E. F. Dixey Esq. DER DEITCHER'S DOG Comic Ballad BY SEP. WINNER. Oh, where, oh, where did my little dog go; Oh where, oh where can it be His ears cropped and his tail docked: Oh where, oh where is he. CHOROTra la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, Tra la la la la la la la la la, Tra la la la la la la. 2I love my very good 'tish lager beer, Oh where, Oh where can it be. But without money I can't drink here. Oh where, oh where is he. 3Across the Ocean at Garmanie Oh where, oh where can it be. 4A sasage ish good, bolonie clear Oh, where, Oh, where can it be.
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Over the hills and Far Away. From James Johnson, "The Scots Musical Museum", Volume I, #62, pp.62-63. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). The text of "Pills to Purge Melancholy" is almost identical (save for punctuation and spelling differences) except for the second verse. Tear out your heart. Although she promised to be true, she proved that she was, alake! cruel, causing poor Jockey to often regret loving a fickle mind. And over the hills, and far beyond the hills, and far beyond the hills, and far away The wind took my plaid. Now Jocky was a handsome boy As he always was born at the Scottish fair, but now, poor fellow! even he got wood, since Jenny made him desperate; young Jocky was Piper's son and fell in love as a youth; but on the fonts he could play. It was over the hills and far away. And it is upon the hills, &c. He sang: When I saw my Jenny's face for the first time, she looked full of grace, with meek joy, my heart was filled, This is now, alas! with pain kill'd.Oh! if she were as true as she was beautiful, Twad would put an end to my despair. Instead, she is cruel, swaying like the winter wind. And it is upon the hills, &c. Oh! if she found the sadness I suffered because of her, she could not choose but to grant relief and end my pain. But oh! she is as beautiful as she is pretty, which causes my sighs and cares; but she triumphs with proud contempt and delights in my pain. And it is upon the hills, &c. It was difficult for me to fall in love with someone who is so unfaithful; Hard was my fate, to woo a maiden, Who betrayed my steady heart. He swore to me a thousand times, That he would be faithful forever. .But to my sorrow, alake, I say;She broke my heart and ran away. And it is upon the hills, &c. Since she will not pity her, I must wander through her, and in the forest of the ilk and in the dark grove I will sigh, sing, farewell to love; more woman; Because of her charms I will flee far, And on my bagpipes I will play sweetly, And it is over the hills, &c.
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Burial of the Ocean, The
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From the score published in 1850 by Oliver Ditson.Title page inscribed NEW AND IMPROVED VERSION THE OCEAN BURIAL A favorite and moving balladMUSIC COMPOSED AND FATALLY INSCRIBED FOR HIS SISTER BY GEORGE N. ALLEN "O!, bury me not in the depths of the sea;" The words fell in a low, sad voice, from the pale lips of a young man who lay, on the sofa of his cabin at the end of the day, He withered and withered to his brow, the shadow of death passed slowly away, and now, when (sic. ) the earth and his beloved home were near, they gathered around him to see him die. The light will break through the cold dark wave and no sun's ray will fall upon my grave. Oh! bury me not in the depths, in the depths from the sea." 3 "For in my imagination I heard the well-known words, The wild and free winds, and the birds' songs; I thought of home, of the cradle and the bower, and of the scenes I loved in childhood time. they would lay me when I died, There in the churchyard, on the green hillside; Beside my parents' bones, my grave should be, Oh, bury me not deep, deep in the sea. May my dying dreams be where a mother's prayer, And a sister's tears mingle there; Oh! It will be sweet, ere the heartbeat fades away, To know when its springs will no longer gushing, That those for whom you longed so Will come to plant the first flower spring wild on my grave; those loved ones will cry for me, oh! don't bury me at the bottom of the sea. 5 "And there is another; his ass would be hurled, To him who lay far on the bottom of the sea; In the hours that it pains me to think now, She entwined these curls, and kissed this forehead, In the hair she crowned, the sea serpent will hiss! And the forehead she squeezed, the cold wave will kiss! Because of that bright one that awaits me, oh! I have been in my dreams "- her voice failed there; They heeded her last prayer not; They lowered her slowly over the ship's side, In her closed the cold dark tide; Where light wings dip the seabirds rest Where blue waves dance on the crest of the ocean; Where the waves leap and the winds frolic freely; They buried him there, in the depths of the sea.
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ocean queen
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 136, pp. 297-298. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." It was the season of winter, all in frost and snow, We left our noble harbor and towards Georges we go, where the winds whistle hard, blow our sail hard, as we spout like a frightened whale. (5 additional verses)
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oh lord how long
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Recorded by Evo and Jemmy Bluestein (on "Shut Up and Sing", a Bluestein Family Sampler, Greenhays GR70720), based on singing by Bessie Jones. Transcript by Robert Waltz. It will be evident that not all lines have been clearly stated. The version is a mix of sung chorus and spoken/sung verses. How much time? How much time? How much time? God showed Norah [i.e. Noah] How long? The rainbow sign. How much time? He said no more water How long? But next time fire. How much time? Chorus: And before that, another year, I may be gone, In some lonely graveyard, Oh Lord, how long? God showed Gabriel [or "Did God choose Gabriel?"] how long? Behind the altar [?] How long? Get your trumpet How long? And start playing. How much time? How long do I want you to blow? At my command, how long? One foot in the sea, how long? One foot on the ground. How much time? I want you to explode. How much time? Nice and easy, how long? Get my kids, how long? Lay there sleeping. How much time? How long do I want you to blow? As loud as thunder; How much time? Wake up these kids. How much time? That they've been sinking How long? Wake up my deacon, until when? Stay there sleeping, how long? Wake up my preacher, how long? Lay down crying, until when? Wake up my limbs, how long? , How much time? And before that another year... When I get to heaven, how long? I'll sit, how long? How long have I known King Jesus? Give me my crown. How much time? And I looked around me, how long? Everything around shines, for how long? I will feel happy. Until when? ...I will continue brother until when?I will see my mother until when?I will continue a little longer until when?I will see my brother. How much time? I'm going to talk to the Father, until when? I'll talk to the Son. How much time? Tell them about the world. How much time? I just came. How much time? And before that time another year... Saying, “Oh, Lord, how long? The problems are over, how long? I thank You, Jesus. How much time? How much time? So no more crying, until when? And die no more." How long? I thank you, Jesus. How long? I'm free at last.
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Oh! susanna
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From the score published in 1848 by C. Holt Jr. This print has not been authorized. Title page inscribed MUSIC OF THE ORIGINAL CHRISTY PLAYERS, THE OLDEST ESTABLISHED BAND IN THE USA, AS ARRANGED AND SUNG WITH DISTINGUISHED SUCCESS IN ALL OF THEIR CONCERTS by Edwin P. Christy. I came from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, I'm going to Louisiana My true love to see, It rained all night the day I left, The weather was dry, The sun so hot I froze to death; Susana, don't cry. CHOIR. Oh! Susana, hi! Don't cry for me, I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee. 2 I hopped aboard the telegraph and worked down the river, fluid Of enlarged Lectric, And killed five hundred niggers Of bullgine bust, of horse racing, I really thought I'd die; you don't cry. Oh! Susan - etc. 3 I had a dream on the strangest night When the sky was still; I thought I saw Susanna, A coming down the hill. The buckwheat pie wars in her mouth, The tear was in her eye, She says I come from the South, Susanna, don't cry. Oh! Susan - etc. 4 Soon I'll be in New Orleans, And I'll look everywhere, And when I find Susanna, I'll hit the ground. I'm dead and gone, Susanna, don't cry. Oh! Susana, etc.
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 127, pp. 287-288. From Mrs. James Robertson, Perrysville, Ohio.1. Among the pines that dominate the bedrock of the Stone River, Ohio mourns many children who are numbered among the dead.2. As the night ended the bloody scenes, Returning over the dead I heard the pitiful wails of one Struck by mortal wounds.3. I filled his canteen from a spring below the banks of the River Stone; I lit a cedar wood fire, the night being cold and damp.4. I was asked if he wanted to send any last requests for parting words to his mother, sister, friend.5. "I have a few words," replied the boy, "that you would like to hear... I am a volunteer. greater."8. But, oh, she died that stormy night, without friends, no kin approached, to wipe the dampness of death from her brow, or shed affectionate tears.
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Old and Young Courtier, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 180-183. Text by Percy, based on pamphlets. An old song composed of an old pâté, Of a lovely old gentleman, who had a large estate, Who kept a fine old house at a generous price, And an old porter to help the poor at his gate; Like an old courtier to the queen, And like an old courtier to the queen. With an old woman, whose wrath is appeased by a single word, Each quarter paid her old servants their wages, And they never knew what belonged to coachmen, footmen or pages, But they kept twenty old men in blue coats and insignia; As an old courtier, &c. (12 additional verses)
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Antiga Poltrona (I), A
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From (National Magazine), "Heart Songs", Chapple Publishing Company, 1909, pp. 270-271. I love it, I love it, and who would dare scold me for loving that old chair? I treasured it for a long time. a sacred prize, I sprinkled it with tears and embalmed it with sighs; a thousand ties unite you to my heart, no tie will be broken, no link will be started! Would you learn the spell? ? A mother was sitting there, and a sacred thing is that old chair. (2 additional verses)
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old black john
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From the score published in 1860 by Firth, Pond & Co. Title page inscribed Foster's Melodies No. away from the cotton fields, going from the land to a better land I know, I hear their soft voices calling "Old Black Joe". calling him "Old Black Joe". ."III.VERSE. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear I held in my knees, Gone to the beach where my soul longed to go. I hear their soft voices calling "Old Black Joe . "
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old brass wagon
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 159. No font indicated.1 Circle to the left, Old Brass Wagon, it's you, baby.2 Swing oh swing, Old Brass Wagon, it's you, baby.3 Home ride, Old Brass Wagon, you're the one, my love .4 Trash up and down, the Old Brass Wagon, you're the one, my dear.5 Break and sway, Old Brass Wagon, you're the one, my dear. you are the only one, my love.
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Old Brown Coat, The
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My Old Brown Coat and Me By John Harrington Cox, Folk-Songs Mainly From West Virginia (published as Part Two by George Herzog, Herbert Halpert, George Boswell, editors, Traditional Ballads and Folk-Songs Mainly from West Virginia), #26 , pp. 190-192. From Floyd BrooksCox, Morgantown, May 8, 1918. I worked on my father's farm until I was twenty-one, and then I took a farm to myself and adult life began. See, and all the village maidens laughed at my coat and me. (6 additional verses)
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Old Layer, The
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 170, pp. 843-845. Source not listed. The weather this winter turns cold, and frost freezes on all the hills, and Boreas blows his gust so hard that all our cattle are ready to shed. Bell, my wife, she doesn't like to fight; She said to me in a low voice, 'Stand up and save the life of the Crumbock cow. Man, put on your old cloak!' (7 additional verses)
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old dan tucker
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From the score published in 1843 by Chas. H Keith. The sheet music cover is generic: OLD DAN EMMIT'S ORIGINAL BANJO MELODIESEMMIT, BROWN, WHITLOCK, PELHAM The inside page is titled The Original OLD DAN TUCKERAs sung by Virginia Minstrels Words by Old Dan. D. Emmit I came to town in the night of the udder, I heard the noise and seen the fight, the watchman was running, crying, old Dan Tucker came to town, SoGran' Chorus. Out of the way! Out of the way! Out of the way! Old Dan Tucker is late for dinner. 2Tucker is a nice old fellow, he used to ride our darby ram, send him whizzing down the hill, if he didn't get up he'd stay put. Sai C. 3Here is my razor in good condition Magnum bonum -- jis hab I bought it; Sheep oat husks, Tucker corn husks, I'll scrape you up as soon as the water's hot. Sai C. 4Me and Ole Dan Tucker got drunk, he fell in the fire and kicked a piece, coal got in his shoe, God bless you honey, how the ash flew. Sai C. 5 Down the road first from the stump, Massa made me work the pump; I pumped so hard I broke the sucker. Giving was a job for old Dan Tucker. Exit C. 6I went into town to buy some goods I got lost in the woods, The night was dark I had to suffer, Daniel Tucker's heel froze. Sai C. 7 Tucker was an inveterate sinner, He never said his grace at dinner; Exit C.
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 109, Sept 27, 2021. Provided by User Tess_W. I suspect there is interference from print or pop recordings. Old Dan Tucker was a good old man. He washed his face with a frying pan. He combed his hair with a wagon wheel. Dinner Get out of the way, old Dan Tucker. You are very late for dinner.
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Oldies at Home (Swanee River)
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Old Folks at Home Taken from sheet music published in 1851 by Firth, Pond & Co. Title page reads OLD FOLKS AT HOME ETHIOPIAN MELODY Sung by Christy Minstrels WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY E.P.CHRISTY Way down upon by Swanee Ribber,Long, far away,Dere's what my heart is Ebbing, Dere is where the old ones stay. All above and all creation below, Sadly vacant, I still yearn for the old plantation, And the old men at home. CHOIR. Everybody's sad and blue, Wherever I go, Whoa! Darkeys as my heart grows weary, Far from the old house 2d. Verse. All over the little farm I roamed When I was young, Of many happy days I squandered, Many of the songs I sang. When I was playing with my brother. take me to my good mudder, let me live and die. CHORUS.3d. Verse. A little cabin in the bushes, One I love, Still sadly in my memory, No matter where I go. When shall I see the bees buzzing Around the comb? to my good old house? CHOIR.
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The Old City of Cairo, The
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As printed in Richard M. Dorson, Buying the Wind: Regional Folklore in the United States, University of Chicago Press, 1964, pp. 413-414. Based on Neeley. From B. F. Towery of Marion, Illinois, through his daughter Hazel Towery of Olney, Illinois. There was an older girl who lived in the city of Cairo, and I wish to the Lord that she was dead. headThat we can't get along, we can't get along, we can't get along anymore. CHORUS: My God, isn't it so hard? Loving a girl who doesn't love me. I eat out of Cairo all the time and never had more than a penny to spend. All the money I ever had I spent on that girl of mine, spent on that girl of mine, spent on that girl of mine.
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Old Granny Wales (Granny O'Whale, Granua Weal)
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As printed in Robert Waltz, editor, The Minnesota Heritage Songbook, p. 9. From the version compiled by Bessie Mae Stanchfield by Elma Snyder McDowell of Saint Cloud, Minnesota; The various Stanchfield transcripts are in the archives of the Minnesota Historical Society. The old grandmother got up so early in the morning. She put on her petticoat, apron, and dress. "The old grandmother then mounted her horse in a hurry, and to the fair city of London, it was her first place, as she went down the fair street of London, she went thither with Lord Cornwall whom she happened to meet." says Cornwall, "Come and tell me quickly. Have you good news from the east or the west?" "Oh, bad news," says Grandma, "it [makes me?] weep." (14 additional verses)
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Old Indian, An (The Indian Song)
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Indian Song (2) By Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, #121, pp. 262-263. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." An Indian sits in his open canoe and paddles over the waves. And the waters so blue, and he thinks of the time when the land was theirs before each other's pale faces met. the beaver and the deer, and they wandered through the wild forest with nothing to fear. (8 additional verses)
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 71-72. From Rev. J.G. Dickinson of Evergreen, Alabama. A cold, frosty morning. As soon as the sun rose, the skunk roared, the raccoon howled, because it started to fuss. She cringed with her knees bent. up to his chin, and all had to clear, when he stretched out again, Chorus Old Jesse was a jeweler among ancient times. Nigger never went to free school, or any weirder college, and all white people wonder where that nigger got his knowledge. He chewed up the whole Bible and spit out Scripter, and when he got stronger, he was a snorting crook. (1 additional verse)
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Joe's Old Camp
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, No. 79, p. 285.Provided by Hilary G. Richardson; collected in 1917. Reportedly sung by Nancy McAtee.1 Old Joe Camp when he came to town he enlisted under Captain Brown; Brown cursed him on the first slap and sent him to the Manassas Gap.2 Brown was walking, found Joe sleeping on the floor; Brown told Joe, "It's your luck, we're going to finish you off and make you shoot". I'm heading down to the desert." They fired the first round, handing it back to Captain Brown.
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Old Kingston Prison
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 25-27. From Dr. David Matteson, Lafayette, Rhode Island. Collected in 1945. Pay attention, one and all, and listen to my story. I'm going to sing a little song about the kingston prison robbers. : It's the old Kingston Prison, we're looking forward to the moment when Wilcox opens the doors and tells us to go upstairs. We'll put on our hats and coats, hop on the train and say goodbye to our whitewashed cell in Kingston Prison. (7 additional verses or chorus)
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Old Man Came Over the Moor, An (Old Gum Boots and Leggings)
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Old Taffyham By Mary O. Eddy, Ohio Ballads and Songs, No. 42, p. 132, Text A. From Joseph Jennings, Loudonville, Ohio.1. A little old man came from the sea, Hey hello old Taffy ham, He came, he came to court me, And his old gray beard needed shaving.2. My mother told me to open the door; etc. I opened the door and he hit the floor, etc.3. My mother told me to hang my hat on it; I hung her hat and it looked like a mouse.4. My mother told me to hang up her coat; I hung her coat and he looked like a goat.5. My mother told me to get him a chair; I put him a chair and he did nothing but watch.6. My mother told me to bring her a stool; I bought him a stool and he looked like a fool.7. My mother told me to bring her a cake; I bought him a cake and he winked at me.8. My mother told me to bring her a knife; I bought him a knife and he called me his wife.9. My mother told me to put him to bed; I put him to bed and he asked me to marry him. My mother told me to put him to bed; I turned him towards the bed and he kicked the clothes over his head.
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The variations of the text of this song are numerous, but inconsequential (all imply the rendering of some service to the visitor, making it even less inviting than before). Variations on the lines of the chorus are, however, numerous: Ah ha, but he wouldn't have, with his old shoes and leggings. (Cazden et al) Stop it, but I won't allow it! High, but I will not have! (Cox) Hey hello old ham Taffy, and your old gray beard needed shaving. (Eddy A) Ah ha, but I won't allow it, with your old boots and leggings. (Eddy B) Oh, but I won't, with his old beard as gray as a hangman. (Eddy C) Um ha, I won't allow it, with his freshly shaved old gray beard. (Eddy D) Ho ho ho but I don't want to, with his long beard so freshly shaved. (Fowke/Johnston) Ha ha, but he wouldn't, with his freshly shaved gray beard. (Kennedy) And I don't want that, And his old gray beard kept swinging. (Randolph A) But oh I wouldn't have, Shoes, boots and leggings. (Randolph B) I hope I don't have him, with his old gray beard shining. (Randolph C) Oh, the girls wouldn't have it, with their old rubber boots and leggings. (Miscellaneous recordings; cf. Old) Eh, but I don't want him, with his freshly shaved old gray beard. (Vaughn Williams/Lloyd)
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Old Oak Cube, The
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From the score published date unknown (no copyright claim) by Oliver Ditson & Co. Title page inscribed THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET Scotch AirWords by Woodsworth Music by Kiallmark1. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, when fond memories present them, the orchard, the meadow, the thick and tangled forest, and all the places of love that my childhood knew. The wide creek that stretched out, the mill that stood by it, The bridge and the rock where the waterfall fell; My father's bed, the dairy next door, And even the crude bucket hanging over the well.2. The moss-covered bucket I praise as a treasure, because often at midday, when I returned from the field, I found in it the source of delicious pleasure, the purest and sweetest that nature can produce. How ardently did I grasp it with hands that gleamed, And swift to the white pebbled bottom did it fall; Then, soon, with the emblem of health overflowing and dripping with freshness, he rose from the grave.3. How swift from the mossy green edge to receive it, As it swayed on the curb it bent to my lips, Not a full glass could tempt me to leave it, Though full of the nectar that Jupiter drinks. And now far from the beloved situation, The tear of regret will swell intrusively; How fantasy returns to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket hanging in the well.
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Old Polina, The
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By Edith Fowke, Alan Mills and Helmut Blume, Canada's Story in Song (undated), pp. 165-166. Listed as belonging to Doyle (presumably third edition). There's a noble fleet of whaling ships sailing from Dundee, Manned by British sailors to take them to sea, In a western ocean passage we set out on the voyage, And we flew like a song in our gallant whaling ship. CHORUS: Because the wind was in her room and the engines running free, No other whaler sailing the Arctic Sea Can defeat old Polina, you need not try, my children, For we defy all, great and small, from Dundee to St John . (4 additional verses)
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Old Roger is Dead (Old Bumpy, Old Grimes, Pompey)
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Bumpy Was Dead and Lying in His Grave by Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 65, pp. 176-177, Text B. The source is not mentioned, but this version seems more typical than its A.1 text. Bumpy was dead and he was lying in his grave, He was lying in his grave, he was lying in his grave, Oh, Bumpy was dead and he was lying in his grave, He was lying in his grave.2. An apple tree grew right over his head, etc.3. The apples were ripe and ready to fall, etc.4. And the old woman came and collected them, &c.5. Bumpy jumped up and kicked him, etc.6. He jumped until he came to a mulberry tree, etc.7. And as far as I know he's still jumping etc.8. If you want more, you can sing alone, etc.
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 138-140. Compiled by H. H. Chamberlain of Round Pond, Maine. Listen to me a little And then I'll tell you The hardships and misery Of life on a merchant ship. If there's nothing else to do. At seven strikes the clock is called, Our captain goes on deck; He then growls at the pilot. If stunned candles are not unfurled. Or else you cannot expect peace for the rest of the day. (7 additional verses)
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The old sheep went to sleep
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 464. "Reported by Mrs. William Durfee, Ypsilanti." The old sheep went to sleep and left the lambs to eat; the little mouse jumped into the house and his nose bled. he fell ill and died of bilious colic. (Verses 1, 4 of 4)
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Song of the Ancient Sealer
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 18-19. Reprinted from James Murphy, Songs Sung by Old Time Sealers of Many Years Ago. We will praise the stalwart sealers, a wild and cheerful race, who skirt every creek and skirt or cross the main course; Neither the winter storm nor the alarm of the seas can daunt his bold mind, Unknown to fear far away he will guide, Old Neptune's place to find. (7 additional verses)
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Viejo Tippecanoe (I)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #63, pp, 178-179. From Lena Bourne Fish Ridge, New Hampshire. Collected in 1940. Times are bad and need to be cured, they're overcoming all that's left, let's take out the old Martin Van Buren and put in the old Tippecanoe. Chorus So the best we can do is vote for old Tippecanoe! They had their farce galore, Now all our pockets are empty, We don't have a dollar now where we used to have twenty, So let's vote for old Tippecanoe. He was born in a humble log cabin, He was raised on hoe pie and bacon, but the spirit of valor still dwells in old Tippecanoe's heart! Chorus Our brave and intrepid knight, his fame grows more and more, Let us drink with a glass of strong cider To old Tippecanoe's health!
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old uncle noah
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 75, p. 191. From Benjamin Bourland, Cleveland, Ohio. Oh, Uncle Noah built him an ark, hurray, hurray! Oh, Uncle Noah built him an ark, hurray, hurray! Oh, Uncle Noah built him an ark, he built it out of hemlock bark, and we were all happy when Noah got into the ark. (3 additional verses)
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The old yellow is dead
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 102-103. "From Singing P.J. Moses". Allen says, "Mom, bring a crowbar here, I think Old Yellow is going to die." Chorus Walk with the jaw, oh, jing-a-ling, Walk with the jaw, oh, jing-a-ling. Louis says, "What am I going to have with bread, because they tell me Old Yellow is dead." (9 additional verses)
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Old Zip Coon (I)
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From the score published at an uncertain date (probably 1830-1835, but not copyrighted) by J. L. Hewitt & Co. Dixon Ole Zip Coon is a larned skoler,Ole Zip Coon is a larned skoler,Ole Zip Coon is a larned skoler,Sings skunk in a eucalyptus tree and a skunk in a scream. a gum tree, coony on a stump, skunk on a gum tree, coony on a stump, Den over dubble trubble, Zip coon will jump. CHORUS. Zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day. Zip a duden duden duden duden duden duden day.Zip a duden duden duden duden duden duden duden duden day.Zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day. 2O your old blue skin Suky, she's on my lap with me I went the udder before noon to have a plate of tea;What do you think now, Suky had dinner,Why chicken feet and heel posum, no butter. 3Have you seen the wild goose, sailing the ocean? Or the movement of the wild goose is a very good notion; every time the wild goose waves to the goose, you hear google google google google gollar. 4 I went to see Sandy Hollar the other afternoon and the first man I met was old Zip Coon; old Zip Coon is a sophisticated scholar as he plays the banjo "Cooney in de hollar". 5My old woman angry with me, Kase wouldn't go (sic) with her to Tennessee Massa built her a barn and put out the fodder Was nasty and came out with one thing or more strange. 6 I suppose you have heard of the battle of New Orleans, what the old Gineral Jackson gib of British Bearns; Dare of the Yankee Boys did the job so skilfully, to dy Cotch Old Packenham and rowed with him down the creek. 7 I had a lot to talk about, but I don't know, desire comes first, so here we roast the old Zip Coon before it rusts; have pretty girls, like King ob ole, to sing this song many times, 'Before she turned into a mole.
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ole from norway
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 36, p. 134. From Flo Hastings, Laramie, Wyoming. I just got here from Minnesota, I've been in this country for three years. from Norway! He has been visiting there, his sister lives in Dakota, and his father has light hair." m a norsk from Norway,Som lever po Lutfisk ock Sil.They say I'm a mouse and I better go back to Norway.(1 additional verse )
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Ole Mister Rabbit (Gonna Get You Rabbit)
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 174-175. Provided by Wirt Williams of Mississippi, from the singing of Anna Gwinn Pickens. Ole mister rabbit, you have a great habit, Gwine in mah garden, chopping mah cabbage. Um-hum -- um-hum. Hello Mister Rabbit, Your hair looks brown, You're so thin, You're hitting the ground. Um-hum - um-hum.
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Christmas day happened like this
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From Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, No. 6, p. 29. From Gillington's Songs of the Open Road; It is said to be from a gypsy. In Dessexshire, as it were. A farmer there, as I well knew. One Christmas day he happened to be plowing in the meadow. While he plowed so fast, Our Savior Christ passed at last; Oh man, why you plow as hard as you blow and slow? (3 additional verses)
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On the Bluff (alligator song)
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'Twas on de Bluff From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, p. 72. From Virginia Stait, but without any indication of origin beyond that. It was on the cliff, in the state of Indiana, that's where I used lib, girl on the banner, most mornings, my lord gave me drink, And I took a little boat and pushed it faster. Oh, he was up the river and he was in his little boat, and I caught as much catfish as any nigger ever caught! verses plus 2 additional choruses)
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On the coast of Havana
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #21, pp. 102-103. From the song by George Edwards. Many homes were filled with grief and sorrow, Many hearts were torn with anguish and pain. And our nation has fallen into the deepest mourning for the heroes of our warship, the "Maine." in the waters of the port, some slept on beds of Spanish mud; and our spirits cry out for revenge on the shores of Havana, far away. Chorus: Oh, the moon shines tonight on the water Where our Maine heroes lie silent; May they rest in peace, where their loved ones sleep On the shores of Havana, far away. (1 additional verse)
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I used to live in Cottonwood
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From Lester A. Hubbard, Ballads and Songs from Utah, no. 230, pp. 429-430. The "A" text, collected from William R. Palmer. No date provided. I once lived in Cottonwood and owned a small farm. When they called me to Dixie, I was very alarmed. To eat cane and cotton I must go at once. I sure don't know. I got Jim and Bally together, for starters; to leave my house and garden, it nearly broke my heart, to leave my house and garden and all my friends behind, across the rocks and across the sand. of Dixie kept rolling in my mind. [9 additional verses]
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there was once a chinese
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 6, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY. Once upon a time there was a Chinese man, his name was Chicka Chalucha Pan. His teeth were short and his fingernails were long, and so he was: Chicka Chalu, Chalu chaPan, Ollipy Ollipy, Chicka Chalollipy; Chicka Chalu, Chalu chaPan, Ollipy Ollipy Chinaman. When this poor old man died, in his coffin he lay. They sent his coffin to Japan, and so it was: Chicka Chalu, Chalu chaPan, Ollipy Ollipy chickachalollipy, Chicka Chalu, Chalu chaPan, Chinese Ollipy Ollipy.
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twenty past one
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 241. "Communiqué in 1916". My father was a jolly farmer with meat and corn in abundance, he dug, he cut, I held the plow and he longed for blackjack. I lost my leg, the enemy came. They had me in their clutches. I starved in prison until peace came, And hobbled home on crutches. (Verses 1, 4 of 4)
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a bottle of soda
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 35, Aug 29, 2021, as posted by user John5918. I enclose the text with his comments: A simple I attended in the north of England predicts a Viking raid on the British coast. Vikings focus on loot and potential singing: one bottle of beer, two bottles of beer, three bottles of beer, four, five bottles of beer, six bottles of beer, seven bottles of beer, MORE! Upper-middle-class landlords sing that haunting lament well known to every English suburban who notices strangers in his neighborhood: You cannot put your rubbish in our rubbish bin, our rubbish bin, our rubbish bin, You cannot put your rubbish in our rubbish bin, our dump is full. Meanwhile, the common people of the poor working class focus only on the next meal, chanting: Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar.
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A beautiful summer afternoon
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From Harold Nestler, "Songs from the Hudson Valley" (article in _New York Folklore Quarterly_, Volume V, #2, Summer 1949), p. 92. On a beautiful summer night, while walking by a clear river, I heard a beautiful song. She sang so sweetly and her voice low and clear, Saying, "How happy I would be if my true love were near." A few moments later, her true love walked by, her cheeks red and rosy and her hazel eyes rolling. He embraced her with kisses and sweet compliments, hoping to meet again the next night. (2 additional verses)
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A man will cut my meadow
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 55, Aug 31, 2021, as posted by user Helenliz. , a man and his dog, Spot, bottle of soda, went to cut a meadowThree men went to cut, went to cut a meadowThree men, two men, a man and his dog, Spot, bottle of soda, ham sandwich, went to cut a meadow A last line keeps adding and the last line I can remember with any degree of certainty is... his dog, Spot, a bottle of soda, a ham sandwich, a sausage roll, old Riley and the girl next door they went to mow a meadow.
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A sad and languid night (Napoleon's Dream)
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From Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 215-216. From the 1847 diary of William Histed of the Courts. Anne and Frank Warner, in Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #143, p. 331, note a single verse collected from the singing of C. K. "Tink" Tillett of North Carolina (collected 1940); variants in this text are indicated after Huntington's text. One night, sad and languid, I went to bed and had scarcely fallen back on my pillow when an incredible sight came into my head and I thought I was riding the wave I thought as my ship sailed in the depths I saw that rough rock growing steep and craggy Where now the willow is seen weeping (the willow) Over the tomb of the once famous Napoleon It seemed to me that as my ship approached land I saw his bold figure clad in green With the trumpet of fame he held in his hand On his forehead courage and rigor shone Says noble foreigner that you ventured to me From the land of your fathers who boast they are free If so then I will tell you a story about the once famous Napoleon Do you remember the day so immortal he cried When we crossed the History's famous Alps With the legions of France whose sons were my pride As I marched them to honor and glory On the fields of Marien I was thrown by tyranny Where were the flags of ancient France the for me was unfurled for the first time Like a banner of freedom all over the world And a sign of fame shouted Napoleon Like a hero I've endured both heat and cold I marched to trumpet and cymbal sound But for dark deeds of betrayal Now I'm gone sold Though former monarchs I trembled You princes and rulers whose rank you blaspheme Like scorpions you spit venom and spleen But freedom all over the world will be seen When I awoke from my sleep I wept Napoleon Variations found in Warner/Tillett text of stanza 1: 1.1 Um ] Ah, um | languid ] lonely | I went to me] he lied in his 1.2 he had barely leaned on me] his head was bowed in his 1.3 When] Oh | my ] his1.4 And I thought that ] He thought that he | swell ] swells1.5 thought as my boat sped up ] he dreamed as his boat sped up1.6 me ] he | that grows] so1.7 Where the willow is now visible (the willow) ] The place where the willows now appear1.8 of that ]
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One of the Ha-Beens
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As recorded by John Greenway in "Australian Folksongs and Ballads". (Folkways FW 8718.) From the collection of A. L. Lloyd. Greenway's sung text differs in several details from the Folkways pamphlet text; these variants are indicated below the text. I'm one of those who once was, a shearer, I mean; I was once a bell ringer, I used to shear. I could make the wool slide like dirt from a plow, but you might not believe it, because I can't do that now. By this point, I'm uncomfortable as a new friend, I'm used to the scowl the boss often gives me, saying, "Keep the blades down." I've got the coast with Pat Hogan, Bill Bright and Jack Gunn, Charlie Fergus. , Tommy Layton and the great Roaring Dunn; they brought out the best they could find of Lachlan, but none of them could outrun me. But now I'm uncomfortable as a new friend, I'm used to the scowl the boss always gives me, saying, "Keep the blades down." Well, it's no use complaining, I'll never say die, though the days of quick clipping are over for me; I'll take the world in stride, cut it slow and clean, and just say what I've been. By now I'm as awkward as a new friend, I'm used to the scowl the boss often gives me, saying, "Keep the blades down." Variant Readings: CHORUS: The booklet shows only one form of the refrain: I'm clumsy as a new partner, I'm used to the scowl the boss always gives me, saying, "Keep the blades down." 3.1: Doesn't work: "Doesn't work" leaflet
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Oranges and lemons Tell the bells of San Clemente You owe me five cents Tell the bells of San Martin When you gonna pay me? Ring the Old Bailey bells When I get rich Ring the Shoreditch bells And when will that be? Ring the bells from Stepney Oh, I don't know Ring the big bells from the Bow Here comes a candle To light you to bed And here comes a helicopter To chop off your head.
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Orphan Girl, La (The Orphan Girl)
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 106-107. Copy provided by Professor Leon Denny Moses. Shivering standing on the hall steps, And leaning against the hall wall. a piece of bread." The rich man sleeps on his velvet bed And dreams of his silver and gold, While the poor girl, on her bed of snow, Lays muttering, "Cold, so cold." (Verses 1, 2, 6 out of 7)
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The Orphan Girl by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 147. "From the song of Mrs. C. M. Moses." Come hear my terrible story, all my friends are dead and gone; Because they're all dead and gone; And here I stay, far away among strangers, While a poor orphan was left alone. (3 additional verses)
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our cherries
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 141, pp. 306-307. From a manuscript book written by Esther E. Skelley of Hopedale, Ohio.1. See how they cover those cherries Beyond the sunny garden wall, If they hadn't finished that net, Robber birds would have eaten them all.2. So guard our ancient posts and pensions, The ancient sages wove a net, Through whose little holes Only certain scoundrels can enter.3. Shall we then widen these nets, shall we widen those sacred gaps? By which many dissident souls are already slipping?4. "God forbid," cries old Testy, God forbid, so I echo; Every voracious bird that flies So would fly towards our cherries.5. Open just half an inch or so and see which races invade, hear a damned old papist crow stick in its long licking beak.6. Here the innumerable cunning herd of Arians, and the lean and sober Socinians, who with little faith prevented Slip easily everywhere.7. The Methodists, of birds fittest, Where there are pecking, And that waterfowl, the Baptist, All would share our fruits soon.8. "God forbid," wails old Testy, God forbid, I too echo, instead of a thousand demons taking care of the whole ravenous crew.9. If less expensive fruit doesn't suit you - rose hips and the like - curse the cormorants, stone them, shoot them - anything to save our cherries!
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To Dark Harbor
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #117, pp. 228-229. Collected from the author John Guptill, Castalia, Grand Manan. I'm going to Dark Harbor where everyone knows about it. I leave for Dark Harbor, where the sea breeze blows. I'll gather dulse from the rocks on the coast. Eastport where we always go (an extra verse plus half a verse)
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To Pad the Road wi' Me, by John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 78-79. Provided by W. Malcolm of Arbroath. I say, "My dear Mollie, come on, let's set the time for you and me to be married, and we'll be married together. When you and I are married, love, we'll be very happy, because you're the beautiful one." girl this is to pave the way with me. a girl but me, so I'm not the pretty girl that will walk you down the road. I will sing a beautiful song for you. I'll sing you a beautiful song, as I take you to my knees, because you're the beautiful girl that will accompany me on the road. the church they won, and lang, ay lang before morning the couple became one.
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Paddy Magee's Dream
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Johnny Bull, Irish and Scottish By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #72, pp. 156-157. Collected from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N. B. Johnny Bull was an Englishman, and one day he went wandering with threepence in his pocket to carry him a long way. He traveled for many miles, but nobody saw him, until he met an Irishman whose name was Paddy McGee. Said the Irishman: "I had a dream big and bad, I dreamed I was in a haystack by a whispering brook, I dreamed you and Scotty were there, like True what a fool I am, for the powers I dreamed, I was hungry then I got up and ate the bread (Verses 1, 8 of 8)
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(Untitled, filed as the first of five "Excerpts from Irish Songs"). From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 153,pp. 318. From Mrs. Robert R. Cox, Steubenville, Ohio.1. Paddy Whack is my name, I come from sweet Tipperary too, and I never feel a flutter in my back, you know, I'm also light and airy.2. My father sent me to school to learn to read and write, but I soon learned the golden rule of kicking, slapping, boxing and fighting.3. There were cannons roaring, bullets flying, Horses rearing, soldiers dying, But when the big attack came, "Wow! Fire!" says Paddy Whick.
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Forgiveness came too late
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By Douglas Gilbert, Lost Chords, pp. 311-312. A blond boy in a foreign land. At dawn he was going to die. In a prison cell he sat alone, From his heart came a sigh. Dropped from the ranks, they said, The reason none could say. They only knew that the orders were for him to die the next day. And so the hours passed... A winged messenger flew To save this child from such a fate - A pardon - but he was too late. Chorus: The blast was fired at dawn, Right after dawn. the soul passed into the arms of its Maker; And there to hear its fate. A tear, a sigh, a sad farewell --Forgiveness came too late. mother died a deathbed called her son so boldly. He died at dawn. And when the truth finally came out, his innocence was immediately demonstrated. To save from such an unfair fate. .
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #78, pp. 166-168. Compiled by Scott Stuart, St. Andrews, N.B. In a town not far from the sea where Paddy came in midsummer, and prudence between you and me keeps me from saying his name, a caliber he soon saw, the keg in his nap he carried, Six gallons of whiskey or thereabouts , now where is the noble who can bear the most? Coro Rum, the diddle's oral, die orral, Die ron, the diddle's oral, die aye. Rum the diddle orral die orral die, Paddy met the meter. (4 additional verses plus spoken interludes)
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, #42, pp. 122-123. "Sung by Ned Odell, Pinware, July 1960." My name is Pat O'Donnell from County Donegal; I am, you know, a murderer to death for all traitors. For the murder of James Kerry I was tried in London. village, And on that fateful scaffold, all my life I lay. (7 additional verses plus a final half verse)
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 404. "[S]ung in 1916 by Mr. John Laidlaw, Ypsilanti." That was it, and I gave them a hand with the bedding. was purged)
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 73-81. From "an old book of chapters... pretending to be translated from the Italian". The spy eye. Fairest and most charming, And of fair grace was she, Though in plain dress: She swayed sweetly, With a sweet voice, melodiously, Which set the lord's heart on fire. The more he looked, the more he could; Beauty engendered his heart's delight, And to this fair maiden Then he said: --'Long live God,' he said, 'you famous flower, Fair mistress of this home arbor, Where love and virtue Dwell with sweet contentment. ' (12 additional verses)
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The victory of Paul Jones [A4 Laws]
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Paul Jones, the Pirate Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, p. 38. Immediate origin not declared. A noble frigate called Percy by name, Forty-four mounted guns, from L'Orient came Sailing down old England's channel of fame, With her brave Commodore, Paul Jones was her name. We had not sailed for more than two or three days, that (sic.) a man from the end of a mast saw a sail; a sail he saw, being a great forty-four: the convoy stopped on the old Yorkshire coast. In the end, the proud Richards stepped to the side, with a trumpet that spoke loudly, "Where did you come from?" he shouted, "Come and answer me quickly, I have greeted you before, or else I will shoot you." We received the volley from the proud Englishmen, but soon our brave Yankees returned it, salvo after salvo,--five bowls we ran When the fearless banner of the Richards descended. Our gunner was scared, he approached Paul Jones, saying "our ship is taking on water and it's on fire too" Paul Jones, with a smile to the gunner replied "If we can't do better we'll sink alongside." , my brave boys, we won a prize, a big forty-four, with twenty equally; With twenty-five merchant ships loaded with supplies, we'll alter our course for the American coast.
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Auld Gray Yaud de Pawkie Paiterson
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Old Gray Mare, by Robin Spraggon, by Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 52-53. The miller of Ogle reared me, as I heard, and gallantly fed me the best corn and hay; food and malt I didn't want when I was in his custody, but I'm Robin Spraggon's old gray mare now, as he led me! the abandoned; he cackles to the oxen and says he whips me, for I am Robin Spraggon's old gray mare, as he led me! There's Tallyho Trevillian, he hunts on the hill, I'll leave him my carcass to feed his hounds, to make them hunt cunning Renny till the day they die, for I'm Robin Spraggon's old gray mare, as he led me ! ! (Verses 1, 4, 6 of 12)
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Perla Bryan (IV)
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A Fatal Acquantance The Fort Thomas Murder By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 105, Text A, pp. 241-242. From Mrs. Rozetta Lozier of Perrysville, Ohio.1. In Greencastle, Indiana, a young fair maiden lived Under a mother's loving care, a father's rich wealth, A mother's pride, a father's joy, cherished by many friends, From her fair youthful face shone the pure innocence.2. One day she met a gay lover, she found him kind and true; "My love," he said, "I'd rather die than live far from you." She loved him with the love that mothers give to an only child. She saw him in the midst of her sweetest dream, and thought of him awake.3. The damsel soon claimed a great mistake to correct it: "I thought now, my dear, you will not leave me in my present situation"; He just smiled and replied: "Girl, you loved so much indeed, I leave you now, goodbye, we parted, goodbye, we parted, love, goodbye." Rather than face his many friends, he went on his way; He led her into a solitary place, and terrible was her wrath; But little did he think that up there in the blue sky A witness there who sees a crime with an all-seeing eye.5. All night, a headless body lay on the side of a deserted street. The suspect points out three young people as responsible; The evidence clearly implicates all three, for a crime more heinous than any man was ever hanged.6. This crime teaches a real lesson, young ladies, I beg you to heed, your mother is the truest friend you will ever find in times of need; The story will be told many times by friends from time to time, of Scott Jackson along with Walling, Will Wood and poor Pearl Bryan.
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 37, pp. 158-159. From the cant of Jared MacLean, Strathadam, 1948. Come all you merry loggers Who work in the west, Never hire a dappled party boy, For the swarthy he's the best. Chorus 1: And hooray hooray for the loggers, hooray hooray hooray for the loggers, for Peelhead he's the kid. He bought a horse from Whit-en-ey, another from Bob Waye, and bought his sleighs from Gabby Steward. All that same day, and he left for the wood forest. To cut a hellish glow, but all the types of logs they had were small and rough pine. (3 additional verses, 1 additional chorus)
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Hop, Old Squirrel By Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, pp. 133-134. Provided by John Stone, apparently from Virginia. Hop, old squirrel, idle-dum, idle-dum,Hop, old squirrel, idle-dum-dum,Hop, old squirrel, idle-dum, idle-dum,Hop, old squirrel, eidle-dum-dee. old squirrel, eidle-dum, eidle-dum,Catch the old squirrel, eidle-dum-dum,Catch the old squirrel, eidle-dum, eidle-dum,Catch the old squirrel, eidle-dum-dee. some more related lyrics)
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From "The Dime Song Book #2" (1860), p. 45. My song is about a handsome young man whose name was Peter Gray, Peter Gray's birth state was Penn-syl-va-ni-a. This Peter Gray fell in love with a beautiful young woman; Her name, I'm sure, was Lizzy-Anna-Querl. When they were going to get married, the father said "No!" And he brutally fired her from Beyond the O-hi-o. lost, he didn't know what to say, he was almost determined to jump into Sus-que-han-ni-a. To trade, he went west, in search of furs and other furs, and there he was in a crimson gown of bloody En-ji-ins. When Lizzy Anna heard the news, she went to bed immediately and did not get up. until dead. All you parents take a warning, you each have a daughter, and think of poor Peter Gray and Lizzy-Anna-Querl.
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Pedro Wheeler
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By Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #9091 pp. 1191-193. Compiled from William Ireland, Elgin, N.B. It was early spring, before the birds began to sing, in a town by the road, a beautiful girl's life had passed away. It was on this coast of Nova Scotia. This beauty lived with so much more, but at the time she was alone, her parents away from home. Now, Peter Wheeler was a man who had fled his native country and landed on this foreign shore, living near little Annie's doorstep. (Verses 1-3 of 15)
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The Pitman Courtship, The
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 39-40. Verse 1. Very soft the west wind blew, the sun shone dimly in the sky, As Lukey and Bessie sat making love, As I walked I had a chance to spy; not paying attention to me, I approached them, listening to their speech was my plan; I heard every word they said when Lukey started dating. (6 additional verses)
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Anne Warner's Baltimore Plains, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #5, pp, 53-54. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1941. It is the daughter of a wealthy London merchant who resided. She swore and swore that she loved me and wanted to be my girlfriend. Are you leaving to leave your love behind?" "This very night I am ready, along with you, to go, whether across the China seas or the snowy hills of Greenland. I'm ready to venture with you as the Atlantic waves roar." and I darling. your belt carried your fortune, ten thousand pounds in gold. When we arrived in Belfast a few hours before dawn, my true love she arranged our passage to pay. We paid our passage from Belfast, took leave of Clover Shore, and in a light swift wind sailed for Baltimore. When we got to Baltimore, we took some plains, cleared the wood from the earth, and soon made it profitable. And now we drink a good one. coffee and tea, brandy as well as ale and wine, and here is success for old Ireland and the girls we left behind. I wrote to my father-in-law. He read a letter, as you will plainly see, that if she was not satisfied, her money would be sent back to him. He wrote me a reply and this he told me, another five thousand you will get on your first child's birthday. Now to conclude and finish I will put down my pen. Here is health to all good-hearted girls in town or village --Here's to health for all Good-hearted girls with wealth and money saved up --May prosper now that I'm done, on the plains of Baltimore.
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Jamie, Lovely Jamie De Same Henry, Gale Huntington, Lani Herrmann, Sam Henry's Song's of the People, p. 482. Henry #H553. Compiled by Alexander Thompson. Printed in 1934. When I was born in Ireland, it was in the city of Armagh, I own my parents, they were poor and fortune disapproved of us, the farm we had was very small, burdened with taxes, which he now forces me to go. my native Irish coast. There was a wealthy merchant in Armagh who resided, he had an only daughter, who wished to be my bride, when she heard me go, tears blinded her eyes, saying, 'How can you sail the sea and leave your love behind? ' Oh Jamie, lovely Jamie, I will go with you to the scorching sands of the burning east or to snow-covered Greenland, my parents will be angry, because they are proud and tall, but I will follow my farmer until the day I to die. On the morning we left Ireland, the weather was calm and clear, I took ship on the First Mate with my dear Eliza, in silks my dear was dressed, most glorious to behold, and in her chambers her fortune tied up, five hundred pounds in gold. . We wrote a letter to Ireland and explained in it. My father-in-law was not happy that I had returned the money, he wrote me a reply and this one said to me: 'Five hundred pounds I'll put on your first son's birthday'. And may you always prosper, I hope you are well, even though I took my only son to live in a foreign land. We took a farm in Baltimore and cut down the trees, and our toil and labor soon paid off. The young farmers have the heart and the wherewithal to sail to America to the beautiful plains of Baltimore, for there you can drink strong brandy, come from a foreign clime, so farewell to dear old Ireland and the girls we left behind.
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Plains of Waterloo (II), The [J3 Laws]
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Battle of Waterloo Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 107-109. The immediate source does not appear in the list. On the 16th of June, my boys, in Flanders, where we were, the bugle sounded the pre-dawn alarm; the British, Belgians, Brunswickers and Hanoverians also left Brussels that morning for the plains of Waterloo. A forced march we advanced, till three o'clock in the afternoon, every British heart burned with ardor to overthrow the tyrant, near Quatre-Bras we met the French, their form seemed new to us, for in armor of steel they were clad, for the plains from Waterloo. Napoleon said to his soldiers, before they began: "My heroes, if we lose the day, our nation will crumble; the Prussians we have already defeated, so we will defeat the British too, And we will display victorious eagles on the plains of Waterloo Our immortal leader Wellington told us nothing , We were peninsular heroes, and often made them tremble, --In Vittoria, Salamanca, Toulouse, and Burgos also; --They beheld their former conquerors on the plains of Waterloo. Britannia, dressed in bright clothes, arose, and saw their sons in that day wring your opponent's forehead, Down through the ages you will all be called the Prince of Waterloo." Then the bloody fighting began, and the guns roared, As we were short of cavalry, they pressed us down to pain, Three British cheers we gave. them, with not a few broadsides, that made them want to be in France, and away from Waterloo. That day both armies held their own, when scarcely a shot was fired the French boasted of a victory won as we had withdrawn; noble act of generality they drove them from their strongholds, when we got a share, fair fighting, on the plains of Waterloo. pride of France; The fate of Europe in our hands, each man drew his saber, And "Death or Victory!" it was the news on the plains of Waterloo. They started on our right, Prince Jerome led the vanguard, with imperial guards and cuirassiers, he thought nothing could hold: but British steel soon broke them, though our numbers were few, we prisoners took, but more lay slain, on the Waterloo Plains. Then, to our left, they veered off course in disappointed fury. The Belgian line struggled for a while but could not withstand the onslaught! Then Caledon took his drone, and loud his singer blew, played the Marshal New, a new strathspey to the sound of Waterloo. Here is health to George, our Royal King, and long may he rule, Like the Duke of Wellington, that noble son of Erin! Two years added to our pay and alimony time as well, and we are now registered as Waterloo men.
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Planícies de Waterloo (V), A
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 106-109. Immediate source not listed On the 16th of June, my lads, in Flanders, where we lay, The bugle sounded the pre-dawn alarm; The British, Belgians, Brunswickers and Hanoverians also left Brussels that morning for the plains of Waterloo. With forced marches we advanced, until three o'clock in the afternoon, every British heart burned with ardor to overthrow the tyrant, near Quatre-Bras we met the French, their form seemed new to us, for in steel armor they were clad, for the plains from Waterloo. (10 additional verses)
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From Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 167-18. From the song "Uncle Jeff." You can't do to me what you did to Shine. You paid everyone and you didn't pay Shine. We worked all summer and all fall. your monkey. "Captain, captain, did my money arrive?" "Be here today, or one tomorrow." '." "Brilliant, you should have been here when the captain paid, I've got more money than the traveling chief." He's but a man I fear, Big Jack Johnson, and he You can't do to me what you did to Shine, you took his money, but you can't take mine."
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The Original Supposition, by William Henry Drummond, M.D., The Inhabitant and other French Canadian Poems, Putnam, 1897, pp. Does he live in danger when the wood comes down? winter at Shaintee's, she's good too, and the work is a complaint, but we're not sorry, when the sun warms her face, when the mooshrat and the beaver, swim a little in reever, a 'de sout 'win' fright of snowbird, so she flies in a closer place (18 additional verses)
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #118, pp. 448-449. From the song by George Edwards. I'm a chronically poor man from the town of Athlone, I'm sad to have left home. I went to Belfast, my cousin to see it, I fell with a knife and he went on a spree. Chorus: Ral-di-fal-di-diddle die dow, toddle-i-day. She says, "Cousin Pat, you're going astray, and now if you'll follow me, I'll show you the way." We walked through Wilsdom, she carried my coat and we flew like lightning to the steamboat (8 additional verses)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #117, pp. 288-289. From Frank Proffitt's Ridge, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1964. Worked all winter, worked spring, planted corn and potatoes. So it didn't rain. There is nothing for a poor man in this world. (4 additional verses)
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Poor Maria sits crying (me)
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 48-49. Of the sons of Dr. and Mrs. Frank Allen Hubbard. -crying All on a summer day. Pray, Maria, choose a love, One love, one love, Pray, Maria, choose a love All on a summer day. (Verses 1, 5 of 6)
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Poor Old Horse (III)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 60-61. My clothes were once fine linen and wool, My hair was loose and my coat gleamed; But now, out in the open, I am forced to face the cold winter, sleet and snow. Screaming, "Poor old horse, oh, poor old horse." My bait was once of the best hay That ever grew in the fields or in the merry meadows; But now I have no such comfort; I am forced to cut the short grass that grows on the wall. weeping etc. My days are drawing to an end, and now I must die, and on some low dam my weary bow may lie; I don't care too much because I'm clean anyway, and my master doesn't care because now I'm more than useless. crying etc I give my skin to hunters free of charge, I also leave my flesh to the dogs, As well as my robust body, which has traveled so many kilometers Over hedges, ditches, gates and posts. crying etc
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The Po' Ole Slave By Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, p. 118. No background information is provided. The poor slave is dead and buried. We know it's free. Don't bother him, but let him rest in Tennessee. The slave people went to rest. Fear, do not trouble him, but let Tennessee rest.
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Poor Old Slave Version of the Digital Tradition, contributed by Susan Friedman. No source is included, but her keywords indicate that she (or someone else) learned it as a camp song. The poor old slave has gone to rest, we know he's free. Bones from him, they lie, do not disturb them. In Tennessee. The poor, poor old slave, the slave is gone, gone, to rest, to rest. We know, we know he, he's free, free, free His bones, bones, lie, lie, disturb, -disturb us yes, no Down there, down in Tennesse-, Tennessee, see, see The poor old sty-slave ha gop-gone to rop-restWe know-we know hop-he's free, free, freeYour bop bones they lop-lie dis-top-turb 'em nop-nayWay dop-down in Top-Tennesee, see see. he is free, free, free. Your big loose bones lie de-tiggily disturb them niggily-noWay diggily-down in Tiggily-Tennessee, look, look.
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Pobre Omie (John Lewis) (Little Omie Wise) [Leyes F4]
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By Braxton Craven (writing as Charlie Vernon), _The Naomi Wise Story_, The Greensville Patriot, 1874; republished in (Rotary Club of Randleman),_The Story of Naomi Wise and The History of Randleman_, 1944; republished with a new Preface 1962 (the first known version), p. 20NAOMI WISE Come all you good people, I want you to come closer. A sad story you will hear soon; a story I'm going to tell about N'omi Wise, how she was deceived by Lewis' lies. He promised to marry and use very well, but the opposite conduct unfortunately I must say, he promised to meet me at Adams' Springs, he promised me marriage and many good things. without shame, climb up behind me, we will go to the city, and there we will be married, we will be united in union. I followed him and immediately went to the banks of the Rio Fundo, where the water was flowing. He said, Now, Noemi, I'll tell you what I think, I intend to drown you and leave you behind. "Oh! Pity your baby and spare my life; let me be rejected and not be your wife." No mercy, no mercy," this monster screamed, "At the bottom of Deep River his body will lie." ] murder or treasure in, oh, what a great crime Murder poor Naomi and leave her behind. Naomi was missing, everything is well They knew it, and to the river they went to look for her; and there they found her floating in water so deep that it made the whole town sigh and cry. The neighbors were sent to see the great vision, while she floated all that long night, so early the next morning the inquest was held, the jury correctly said murder.
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poor parker
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Death of Parker Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 62-64. The source is not clearly indicated. You gods above, protect a widow! And in mercy look upon me, help me, oh, help me out of trouble; By a sad calamity! It was because of Parker's death that fate was cruel to me; and though they hanged me for mutiny, worse than that he was left behind. (5 additional verses)
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Poor sinner, a.
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(untitled) From Dorothy Scarborough, A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, p. 73. Compiled by Mrs. J. G. Stikeleather, Asheville, North Carolina Listen, listen sinner, as I relate what happened in the state of Kentucky. also Now I must say goodbye to all of you. They closed their eyes, their fingernails turned blue, And then she said goodbye to them all.
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Poor soldier (me)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #132, p. 308. From Frank Proffitt's Ridge of North Carolina. Collected in 1959. All in the snow are tonight, Far from family and home. God help those who fight for what's right, And those who are over are gone. Poor soldier, hungry and cold. Poor soldier, hungry and cold, it's alright, I remember when he said goodbye to me, he went with his head held high, away to fight for the stars and stripes, maybe away to die. Poor soldier, hungry and cold. Poor soldier, hungry and cold. he is tonight, God only knows. Keep him safe and sound from all harm, protect him from all his enemies. Poor soldier, hungry and cold. Poor soldier, hungry and cold.
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Poor Stranger, He (Two Strangers Alone in the Mountains)
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Two Strangers Alone in the Mountains By Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #59, pp. 270-271. Compiled from Miss Grace Etchison of Hatton, Arkansas, December 30, 1929. One morning I went out to say hello? in the spring to hear the whistle of birds, the song of beautiful nightingales, I saw a beautiful maiden moaning, I sing, I am a stranger and far from home. I went up to her and bowed, (sic.) And I beg your pardon for being so free, I felt sorry to hear you moan, For I too am a stranger and far from home. (5 additional verses)
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poor widow
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From Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume II, p. 63, text III. From Nairn. A poor widow was left alone, And all her children dead and gone. Come choose the east, Come choose the west, Choose the man you love best. year a girl or a boy, I hope this couple can kiss.
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Behold a Poor Widow, by Henry, Huntington, Herrmann, Sam Henry's Songs of the People, p. 11. Henry #48d, printed October 11, 1924. Source not mentioned. Here is a poor widow, she is alone, She is alone, she is alone, Here is a poor widow, she is alone, She wants a man and cannot get one. She can turn around and choose what's hers, and choose what's hers, and choose what's hers, she can turn around and choose what's hers, and choose a good one, or choose none.
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Poor but still a gentleman
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #103, pp. 387-388. From the Aaron Van De Bogart song Mr. Do not think by my dress that I came here to beg, though I have sharp pangs of hunger; the cup of misfortune I have emptied to the end, though poor, I am still a gentleman. (Seven additional verses, one partially forgotten)
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pop goes the weasel
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Pop Goes by Weasel From sheet music published in 1853 by Stepehn T. Gordon. The above is the spelling on the inner page; the title page reads Pop Goes the Weasel Song Arranged by Chas. Twiggs Esq. When night comes, black as a sheep, and the hen and her eggs are fast asleep, they crawl into the nest with a sergeant's crawl, CHORUS. plans to galvanize heel and hand, Dar doesn't move as gleefully and grandly as the CHORUS. "Pop Makes Weasel". dance, give in your ear, CHORUS. "Pop plays the weasel." 2 John Bull tells, in cow song, how Uncle Sam used Uncle Tom, while he was enslaving some white people at home, with "Pop goes weasel!" He talks about a friendly trip to Cuba on a steam-powered warship, but Uncle Sam can make him jump to "Daddy Goes Weasel!" He's sending his iron dogs to take us from the fishing grounds. You better watch out for the sounds of Freedom Ob "Daddy goes weasel!" 3Of Temperance, people from Souf to Main, Against all drink and tension, But when they feel an ugly pain Den "Pop go weasel!" the girls dance "Pop go weasel!" They form two straight lines like a rope, dance in and out, do three in a ring, duck duck and sing "Pop goes weasel!"
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As printed in Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, pp. 63-64. The first verse is by EarlsHeaton, the second by "A. Nutt". ,In and out of the Eagle,That's the way the money goes,Daddy goes the weasel.
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As printed in Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, pp. 368-369. Randolph Number 556, Text A. Collected in 1926 from Mrs. Marie Wilbur of Pineville, Missouri. Through every accounting house The monkey chased the weasel, The merchant kissed the farmer's wife, Daddy the weasel comes out! A nickel for a ball of thread, A penny for a needle, The peddler kissed the merchant's wife Papa goes the weasel! Fifteen cents for the calico, and ten cents more for the needles, that's where all my money goes, daddy the weasel!
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Excerpt from Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the BigWoods, chapter 5. The setting is not historical; in fact, the Ingalls family did not live in Wisconsin when Laura was the age described in the book. Therefore, the piece must be considered undated, although it is claimed to be from 1871/2. Go weasel! Around the cobbler's bench, The monkey chased the weasel, The preacher kissed the cobbler's wife --Pop! go weasel!
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Civil War version printed in [H. M. Wharton], War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, p. 387. King Abraham is very sick, old Scott has the measles, we finally have Manassas: daddy go weasel! Through the shoemaker's house The monkey ran after people, And behind them in double haste, Daddy goes the weasel! When the night comes black as a sheep, And the hen in her eggs slept soundly, When in her nest with a slithering snake goes the weasel! Of all the dances that were ever devised To galvanize heel and hand, There is none that moves so gaily and grandly As pops the weasel!
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Version learned from my father, Frederick M. Waltz, circa 1965. vaguely remembered. I'm sure the second line of the final verse was his invention. Around the shoemaker's bench. The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought everyone was having fun; Pop! says the weasel. A penny for a spool of thread, A penny for a needle, That's where all the money goes; Pop! says the weasel. A penny for a loaf of bread, A penny for a beagle, That's where all the money goes; Pop! go the weasel
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Poupore slum crew
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 9, pp. 43-44. Collected from "Gavin's Handwritten Copy"; existed before 1966. Come all you merry shacks wherever you are, I hope you'll pay attention and listen to me. It's about Tom Poupore and his jovial slum gang. . . . . .On October 28, 1994, his jovial crew of Black River slum boys crossed over. Some of them boys from Black River, some from Sheen, some from the island, and more from Nepean. (8 additional verses)
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Powder Monkey, The (We'll be in England Town soon)
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Chanty Song By Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, #57, pp. 115-116. "Sung by Mr. Richard Hartlan, South-East Passage." Chorus. Soon we'll be in the city of England, Pull, boys, pull, to see the king with a golden crown, Pull, boys, pull, pull, onward, Pull, boys, pull. .Powder Monkey Jim delivering gunpowder From the magazine below, When he got hit by a ball That knocked him so low, Hey, go ahead!
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In Praise of a Milkman, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 444-446. Font not included. In praise of a dairy I mean to sing, But all in order, first, God save the King! And the Queen, I can say, that every day in May, how many beautiful milkmaids, all beautiful and happy. Help me fair maidens to finish my theme, Inspiring my fantasy with strawberry cream. (5 additional verses)
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Pray for us, Prince of Peace.
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #19, p. 11. Spelling is mostly Dyboski, with unmarked abbreviations and modernized obsolete letters (eg, th for thorn). Pray for us for the Prince of Peace, Amice Crysty, Johannes. To Crystis' own derlyng, Why was both old and young, My heart is set, a song to sing, Amice Christi Johannes. Because it was so neat and clean, In Crystis Brest fell asleep. Bevyn's prophet to him said: Amice Christi Johannes. When Cryst before Pylat was created, Thys Clene mayd for-soke hym nowght, To die with hym was all thought, Amice Christi Johannes. We beg him not to, Amice Christi Johannes.
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The Preacher's Legacy, The
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From Louise Pound, American Ballads and Songs, No. 105, pp. 216-217. From a handwritten copy made by "Mrs. Hinshaw" of the song by N. C. Johnson, circa 1879. Oh, if poor sinners only knew how much I grieve for them, they would not despise or curse me when I say "repent." Until judgment day, I am sent from God, I call you, The invitation is for everyone. My beloved brothers think it strange that I leave my dearest friends; My sisters wonder where I am, that I don't come back to them, I say goodbye to my parents' house, and continue my journey, towards distant climes, now I repair to call poor sinners from far and near. Or find a place to rest my head. Sometimes I sleep in open houses Or somewhere small crawl, I can't sleep for lack of clothes, Suffocated in smoke and almost frozen. I often meet false brethren whose hearts are full of vain deceit. They seem nice at first but out of all the friends they are the worst. The roaring storm hits hard, and often Dr. It takes me off my path. But he who hears the care of sparrows Protects and drives away my fear. Sometimes I faint from hunger, But I keep traveling until I'm almost tired, With no friend or helper around. But he who hears the cry of crows. When I listen, I hear a glorious voice, saying, "Arise, rejoice in me! Go to the ends of the earth, I will be your friend while enemies surround me." I'll soar my flight away To dwell with the saints in infinite light, With all the happy pilgrims there, And in the kingdom of God to have a part. .
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Pretty Fair Widow, La (Lillie Shaw II)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #115, pp. 284-285. From the corner of Frank Proffitt, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1941. A beautiful widow, beautiful as never before, she was staying at the home of a man named Jim McGeen. known as Lillie Shaw (16 additional stanzas of 4 lines)
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Pretty Polly (I) (Namoro de Moll Boy) [O14 Laws]
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Moll Boy's Courtship Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 348-349. The immediate source is not mentioned. Noble Sir Arthur rode hunting with his hounds at his feet and his sword at his side. While riding he happened to see a beautiful girl with dark hair, her name was Moll Boy. O lovely Moll Boy, my butler will be To put the red wine between you and me, I'll make you a lady of the highest degree, if you love me, my lovely Molly. I will adorn her with ribbons and many good things, I will cover her fingers with jewels and rings, Of dye and silk shall be her petticoats, The pride of my heart, my dear Molly. I shall have none of her ribbons, nor none of her rings, nor any of her jewels, nor her good things, for I have petticoats to fit my degree, I will never love a married man till his wife dies. I will kill my old wife and come to you if you love me, my lovely Molly. O noble Sir Arthur, you must not, go home, love your own wife; let no one know, for seven long years I will wait for you, but I will never love a married man until his wife dies. at last that day she was buried the man he was, and soon he came to court his lovely Molly. O loveliest Moll Boy, give me but your hand, and all I have shall be yours at your command, for my wife is buried, I come to you, say you will love only me, my lovely Molly. Oh, lovely Moll Boy consented, straight to church to be married, she went, now lovely Moll Boy in her carriage rides, with maidservants to attend her, her man beside her. It's all you young people heed my warning, never love a married man until his wife dies.
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Murder on Prince Edward Island
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 140, pp. 306-308. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." Charlottetown lately. The murderer I write about a few years later as a child, William Millman was his name, his mother's hope and joy. (12 additional verses)
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"Young Melvyn" by Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 6043-644. Sung by Charlotte Decker, Parson's Pond, August 1958. Young and old alike come to reflect on what I now tell. It's about a cruel betrayal in Charlottetown lately. The memory of my mature years will always be with the child. the name of the young man, his mother's only joy (11 additional stanzas)
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Prisoner's Song (I), The
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The Prisoner's Song De John Harrington Cox, Folk-Songs Mainly From West Virginia (published as the second part of George Herzog, Herbert Halpert, George Boswell, editors, Traditional Ballads and Folk-Songs Mainly from West Virginia), no. 27, pp. 193-194. From Jessie McCue, Hookersville, November 10, 1925. Oh, I wish I had someone to love me, Someone to call me, she won; Oh, I wish I had someone to live with, Cause I'm tired of living alone Won't you meet me tonight in the moonlight? Won't you find me tonight all the time? Because I have a sad story to tell you, it's a story that's never been told. (3 additional verses)
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Prooshian Drum, OR
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Compiled by Kenneth S. Goldstein from an anonymous singer in Cape Shore, Newfoundland. Printed in Kenneth S. Goldstein, "A Report on Continuing Research into 'Treason Songs': A Private Newfoundland Tradition", essay on pages 126-153 in Gerald Thomas and J. D. A. Widdowson, eds., _Studies in Newfoundland Folklore: Community and Process_, Breakwater Books, 1991. This text is on pages 127-128. An Orangeman lied and died in his bed And went to Saint Peter to let him in: Saint Peter said: "Through these gates you enter because when you were on earth you lived in sin. When you were on earth you were cursed of your birth, and even these gates, how dare you come? Turn away from these gates and descend! into the flames of Hell." And he played the Prooshian drum. A ron di dum dum, A ron di dum dum, And he rattled on the Prooshian drum. (4 additional verses)
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Prop of the Nation, The
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #74, p. 180. From the Lena Bourne Fish Ridge of New Hampshire. Collected in 1941. "Who is supporting our country today, the rich or the poor?" You can ask. No, it's the man with the work-hardened hand you'll always meet at your task. He works zealously and earnestly strives To obtain all the best things in life. To those who failed in the fight. (4 additional verses)
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push the launcher
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 235-236. Supposedly from a late 18th century manuscript found in Dumfriesshire. The silver moon that shines so bright... Shines so bright, I swear, by nature, that if my hourglass works, we have time to drink one more cup... Because it's not day yet, it's not day yet, So why we should give up the good liquor, Till the sun shines on the game, We have time to call the other pitcher. (3 additional verses)
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push, keep walking
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The Nigger Tune By J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, #180, pp. 506-507 Provided by Mr. A. C. Payne, McDowell County; August 19181 I am a man, a handsome man, Ladies call me handsome; I teach school, high school, in our own hometown. "What kind of school did you teach?" do?" "I got stuck in the mud, silly, that's what I do." about your blacksmith shop?" "Well, a little boy came into my workshop the other day and picked up a red-hot horseshoe. I think he left it without saying anything. He came out on the road singing that good song we sing sometimes: 'Keep on, keep on moving.' a whiskey shop, a whiskey shop keeps getting better; It's my motto and always has been: Keep going, keep going. "What about your whiskey shop?" "Wow, a man came into my shop the other day and said he wanted some whiskey. I went looking for him for a bit and found that silly old girl of mine, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a bottle in the other. She yelled, 'Don't let any more of that whiskey go, there's more than enough for me.' I pulled away and grabbed the side of her head. She walked out the door, 'Go ahead, keep moving.'" 4 So I raised a carpentry ship, A carpentry shop getting better, 'It's my motto and always has been, Push, keep moving . "What about your carpentry shop?" "I went into my shop the other day and got a letter from that country lady of mine. I didn't know anyone within a mile of me. As I read I threw my head back, here's that silly old woman .of me reading over my shoulder.He took a big piece of board and plunged it into my buttocks.
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Kitten, kitten, where have you been?
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(Untitled) From Norah & William Montgomerie, Scottish Nursery Rhymes, 1963#1, p. 21. "Pussy, pussy baudrons, where have you been?" "I've been to London to see the Queen!" Ladder!" (1 additional verse)
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Put a watermelon rind on my grave
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 2, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY. Now, southern fried chicken is great, but all I want is a watermelon vine. So I planted another watermelon on my grave and let the juice run out.
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putting airs
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You've Got to Show Off By Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, pp. 332-333. Collected in 1935 from Martin G. Fowler of Petersburg, Indiana. Oh, when a girl is about sixteen, she really thinks she's "some"; She is the heartthrob disguised as a mustache. She always goes in search of home. Two hours before the mirror. To catch him, she prepares; ares? Chorus It's useless to talk, it's useless to talk, The truth itself declares If you do with people what fashions do, You have to put on airs. (3 additional verses.)
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Quaker Dating, The
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 276-278. ""I want none of your Quaker action, Fol lol lol lol lay, You're enough to distract, Fol lol lol lol, fol lol lay." (3 additional verses)
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Why Bungo Centeno?
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Bung Your Eye Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 420-421. From "A Garland of New Songs", c. 1812. A plump young man was walking down the street, a certain maiden he met by chance, and as she approached him he said, will you buy? Please what do you sell? she replies: Cover your eye. Seriously, pretty maiden, what have you got there? Would you like an answer as kind as it is sincere? cover your eye If you are a gentleman, as you seem, To sell all my gin I need not fear. As I talk to some neighbors when they pass by, So I'll let you take care of this Cover your eye. The woman was gone, she intended to look in her basket, she was fully bent over, in a few minutes the little boy cried, instead of Guinevere he found a young man Cover her eye. Oh damned bad woman! What does she have here? I bought his gin, I swear, my dear, I'm afraid every girl who passes me will call me the father of young Bung your eye. Bung his eye took home as I heard, to baptize the child without further delay; says the priest, I'm going to baptize the child little by little, what name are you going to give her? He said: Cover your eye. Cover your eyes, said the parish priest, it's a strange name! Oh yes sir, he said, and in a strange way he came, I'm afraid all the girls when they pass me by Will call me the young man's father Hit his eye. maidens you'll meet by chance, Because Holland's gin surprised me, Believe me, my girls, they covered both my eyes.
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Quartermaster's Corps, The (The Quartermaster's Lodge)
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John 5918. There were rats, rats, big as bloody cats, in the store, in the store. store (behind the door){Chorus} My eyes are clouded, I can't see, I didn't bring my glasses with me, I didn't bring my glasses with me. store, in the store, There was sauce, sauce, enough to float the marina, In the foreman's store (behind the door) This song goes on and on, with improvised harmonies and improvised lyrics taking the name of each person present. There was Tess, Tess, looking her best... There was Tim, Tim, looking pretty skinny... etc, etc ad nauseum.File: FSWB272A
Queen Eleanor's Confession [Child 156]
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From Percy/Wheatley, II.ii.8, pp. 166-168 "[D]id, with some corrections, from an earlier printing." two friars from France to speak with her quickly. The king called all his nobles, by one, by two, by three; said the Count Marshal, and fell to his knees; that whatever Queen Elianor says, no harm can be done. You put on a coat of Fryars, and I put on another; And we will go to Queen Elianor as Fryar and her brother. and the torches lighted them all. When they arrived before the queen, they fell to their knees; a boone, a boone, our gracious queen, you sent so hastily. It's you two friars from France, she said, as I suppose you are bees, but if it's two English friars they'll hang you on the gallows. We are two friars from France, they said, as you suppose we are bees, We have not been en masse If we have come from the sea. The first vile thing I did in my life I will reveal to you; Earl Marshall had my virginity, Under this golden cloth. This is a vile sin, so said the king; May God forgive you! Amen, amen, said Earl Marshall; With a heavy heart, he spoke. The next vile thing I did, I don't deny it to you, I made a box of strong poison, to poison King Henrye. This is a vile sin, so said the king; May God forgive you! Amen, amen, said Earl Marshall; And I want it to be like this. The next vile thing I ever did, I'll tell you; I poisoned the beautiful Rosamonde, all in the beautiful gazebo at Woodstocke. This is a vile sin, so said the king; May God forgive you! Amen, amen, said Earl Marshall; And I want it to be like this. Do you see that little boy, throwing the ball? This is Earl Marshall's eldest son, and I love him more than anyone. Do you see that little boy, catching the ball? This is King Henry's youngest son, and I love him more than anyone. His head is shaped like a bull; His nose is like a boar. Never mind that, cried King Henrye, I love him better therefore. The king took off his monk's mantle and everything turned red: she screamed, wept, wrung her hands and said: she was betrayed. The king looked over his left shoulder and a dark look turned to him, earl marshall he said, but i swear it, or they would hang you.
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raccoon
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Raccoon's Got a Bushy Tale, by Paul G. Brewster, Ballads and Songs of Indiana, p. 334. Collected 1935 from Edith Dell Hopkins of Boonville, Indiana. The raccoon has a bushy tail; The skunk's tail is bare; the rabbit has no tail, just a small tuft of hair. Chorus Take them home, take them home, take them home; Take them home, take them home, take them home; Take them home, take them home, take them home; By the bank of the river. Someone stole my old raccoon dog; They better bring it back. They chased the raccoon over the fence and the rabbit through the crevice. (2 additional stanzas, both floating verses).
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Rafferty e Cafferty
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By Warren Fahey, _Joe Watson: Traditional Australian Folk Singer_ Australian Folklore Occasional Paper No. 8, p. 12 [? -- pages are not numbered; this page is titled "Mr. Watson then recited..."] My name is Barney Rafferty, that's my nickname. Although some people call me Barmy, they are short. I'm running for parliament, as the 'poor' man's candidate So isn't (sic.) Mikey Cafferty the only man I hate (5 additional verses plus various spoken interludes)
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Shredded Coat, The
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #102(A), pp. 384-385. From the song by Etson Van Wagner. What a world of flux!* There is so much deceit in it, As you will find in the paths of life as you go along. Rich and poor, young and old, wherever you find it, it's the same, I'll keep it and show it in my song.* (text opposite reads "absurd") (11 additional verses)
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Raid Reidswire, O
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From Michael Brander, Scottish & Border Battles & Ballads, 1975 (page references are from the 1993 edition of Barnes & Noble), pp. 241-245. they set the day and, as promised, they met. Oh! I will never forget that day! He was sure he saw fear, and then he said faine --They've come to justice to get them, They'll never come back. (19 additional verses)
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 358-359. From "Margery K. Forsythe of Chicago, who learned from her pioneer mother."1 The Great Pacific Railroad, Save California! Bring the locomotive, Leave the iron rail; Across the rolling prairies On the steamer we're destined to go, The wagons come whizzing Across New Mexico The wagons come whizzing Across New Mexico. ; They'll think something comes mounted on a rail. The rattlesnake will bare its fangs, The owl tu-whit, tu-who, The wagons come humming Across New Mexico The boxcars come humming Across New Mexico.
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Wandering Boy (III), The
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The Rambling Youth From the recording of Robert Cinnamond (IRRCinnamond03: "Sailor Songs" FOLKTRAX-159). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. - BSI I am a young wanderer who has lost his way. Jack the sailor. Call me. I do not have a job. I can't find a job. That's why they call me homeless boy. He headed towards Green Street. I took my flight. My love and I to spend one night. One night, brave lads, when it was time to go. It was in the tavern where we both sat Turks and heathens surrounded me Where Turks and heathens surrounded me My innocent blood, brave boys, stained the ground. Goodbye father and mother too, Goodbye sisters and three brothers. Now they transport me for theft. And the brave boys of Van Diemans Land I'm bound to see. There is one thing that saddens me, that irritates me: leaving my true love behind. I will write you a letter if your heart is true. Although I am using blue transport.
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Knock on the door, A.
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Indifference; or, A knock at the door Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 363-364. Source not indicated. The last time I came to die, it was to see my love for sure, it was to see my love for sure, and she asked me to knock on the door, door, and she asked me to knock on the door, door, it was to see my love for sure, and she told me to knock on the door, door, and she told me to knock on the door. (5 additional verses)
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Rawtenstall Annual Fair
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 6, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. The thread does not contain the text, but John5918 kindly sent me a handwritten copy of the text given to him. Parts of it are almost illegible in print; I marked these (?). There are probably other parts I couldn't have read without the Digital Tradition text in front of me. Note that, other than the first verse, there has been no attempt to trace line breaks in the manuscript. This is likely derived from a commercial recording, but has been overlooked. oral tradition, and the order of verses differs from the DT. Behind the gas works, there (?) in Rawtenstall, is a small town in Lancashire. Happiness. There was ice cream, donuts, coconuts(?) and zigzags, figure eights, and roundabouts. Are we not all delighted? When we hear the showman cry. mystery, ladies pay a tanner to tickle them in the dark." The boys came in, just to have a look, the showman pulled a lever and they fell in a heap; they were screaming, screaming, everything was packed, I've never seen so many knickers of Cammy in my life, I even saw things I never saw on my wife at the Rawtenstall Annu al Fair.... Oh come and look at the mermaid, look at the lovely lady, half woman, half fish [.] the boys came in, to show it wasn't crazy, so little Tommy Higgins threw some whiskey in the tank [.] well, she got playful, swimming in the whiskey [,] and when she got out for a drink she took a deep breath, shook her head and gave a shake of the tail, the tail came out and it was really delicious.' she said what would you like, some meat or fish at the annual Rawtenstall fair, and all the boys with sticks kept pushing her, she was a great big woman who didn't know her chassis was inflated as I think; everything was champion until some silly clown poked her with a pin, said the showman with a grimace, all hands to the pump handlers, my ship is going to sink at the annual Rawtenstall Fair, see the lovely lady with the pictures on her skin , the boys came in and started cheering, to see that on her back were all the towns of Lancashire, were Oldham, Bolton(?), Ashton(?)-Under-Lye, the colliery at Burnley looked great when someone shouted 'Dad, don't go down the mine' at the Annual Rawtenstall Fair.
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Red Cloak, The
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 107, p. 213. Compiled from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. "Oh, husband, dear husband, my wardrobe is empty. And the big county fair is only three weeks away." my wish, get me a red robe to wear to the fair.” (verses 1, 3 of 7)
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Red River Valley, The
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As provided by Margaret Anderson, she learned it from her mother, Anne B. Anderson (born in Minneapolis and raised in Bemidji), who in turn inherited it from her father, E. Lynn Benner, born in 1888. A fragment probably learned about A print. They say you are leaving this valley; We will miss your bright eyes and your smile because they say you are soaking up the sunshine that lit my way for a while. cowboy who loved you so much.
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Red, White and Red, The
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #22, pp, 89-90. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1946. On the shores of the Potomac there is an army so great, Its objects are subjects of the fair land of Dixie. They say they split our great Union in two And changed the colors Red, White and Blue. Chorus Viva viva we are a nation to be feared we will defend our colors, the red, the white and the red. (3 additional verses)
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Regular Army-O, The
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Based on the score published in 1874 by William A. Pond & Co. and republished by an unknown publisher in a facsimile with additional lyrics and glossary by Don Rickey Jr. Three years ago, on this very day, we went to Ilha do Governador; barrel holder in true military style. Seventeen American dollars, every month, we certainly get, to carry a gun and bagnetts with a regimental step. We had the option of going to the army or jail; the Hudson River with a "copper" sail! Oh we took courage, bravely we went, Oh we were cursed the day we left with the regular army! CHORUS: There was Sergeant John McCafferty, and Captain Donahue, Oh, they make us march, and keep the mark, In gallant Q Company, Oh, the drums would roll over my soul, This is the style we'd go Forty miles a day, with beans and hay, In the Regular O Army! (3 additional verses by Harrigan, in addition to the verse added by Rickey.)
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remember the poor
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Snow Is on the Floor by Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #161, pp. 365-366. From Eleazar Tillett's song of North Carolina (1951) The cold winter came with its sharp, sharp breath, and all the birds fell from the trees. All nature seems touched by the finger of death, and streams begin to freeze. the hills and the valleys are all covered in white And Flora no longer attends to us, You sit at your hearth reviving and warming, Are you going to complain about thinking of the poor? (4 additional stanzas, but four lines each)
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ruben and raquel
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From the score published in 1871 by White, Smith & Perry. Title page inscribed RRRR R R EUBEN R R RRRR E R R R R ACHEL R R Comic Duet Words from Harry Birch Music by William GoochRACHEL.1. Reuben, for a long time I have been thinking, what a beautiful world this would be, if all men were transported far beyond the North Sea. RUBEN. Rachel, I've been thinking for a long time how beautiful this world would be if we had more ladies this side of the North Sea. RUBEN. Very ral loo ral loo, RACHEL. Very ral loo ral, REUBEN. Very ral loo ral loo, RACHEL. Widely read, RACHEL: If all men were transported beyond the North Sea. RUBÉN: If only we had more women on this side of the North Sea. RACHEL.2. Reuben, I am a poor lonely woman, nobody seems to care for me, I wish all men were transported across the North Sea. RUBEN. I am a man without casualties, I believe there will soon be one if the men are not transported across the North Sea. RUBEN. Very ral loo ral loo, RACHEL. Very ral loo ral, REUBEN. Very ral loo ral loo, RACHEL. Much read, RACHEL: If all men were transported across the North Sea. REUBEN: If only we had more young people on this side of the North Sea.*3.RACH. Reuben, what's the use of cheating? Why don't you appear as a man? If you wish to have a "boyfriend", I will be your "Sally Ann" for life. DEFENDANT. Oh my God! oh my grace! What a strange world it would be if all men were transported far beyond the North Sea.4.RACH. Reuben, now stop joking, if you've got any love for me; I was just a fool, as of course I thought you'd see. DEFENDANT. Raquel, I'm not going to transport you, but I'm going to take you as my wife, we're going to live on "milk and honey", better or worse, we're for life.* The score seems to imply that the singers must repeat the lines in the first verse , although it certainly would have made more sense to repeat those of the current verse.
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Reynardina [P15 With]
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From the Gant Family corner of Austin, Texas. Engraved by John and Alan Lomax, Library of Congress AAFS 67A2 (1934). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. As I was riding this morning, three miles from old Saint Croix, I saw a farmer's daughter here on this high mountain. "I'm glad to find you here." She said, "Young man, be courteous, leave my company; I have a high opinion, I'm afraid you're a wanton. And if my parents found out about it, my life! I would destroy, To keep bad company, Here on this high mountain." I said, "Miss kind, I'm a wanderer, Though I'm not to blame; this high mountain." I looked at her. She said: "Young man, be courteous and I will be your bride." And then she fell into my arms. Here, on this high mountain. I only kissed her once or twice, until she came to herself and said to me so familiarly, "Good sir, what is your name?" "My name is nothing strange, though I'm sure you'll find, written in ancient history, my name is Rhinordine."
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Richard (Irchard) de Taunton Dean
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Irchard of Taunton Deane Called "Richard of Taunton Deane" on the LP sleeve, but the LP and liner notes label him "Irchard", and this is the name used on the recording. Sung by George and Gerry Armstrong in "Simple Gifts" (Folkways FA 2335). They learned "in 1954 from an eighty-year-old white-bearded gentleman named[d] James Pyke-Knott, a retired Devonshire farmer". I (RBW) have compared the recorded version with the text of the liner notes and have made some modifications to the latter in this regard. It was Christmas Eve, as I heard, young Irchard mounted his dobbin gray and started from Taunton. Deane To woos the parson's daughter, Jane. Chorus: With Dumble Down Derry, Dumble Down Day. He rode fearlessly Till he reached his dear lady's house, And then called out, "Hey hello! Are you home? Say yes or no!" The servants hurriedly let Dick in, that he might begin his courtship. And Dick went into the hall and called Miss Jane. Miss Jane went downstairs at once to hear what Irchard had to say: Miss Jane, am I Irchard of Taunton Deane? I'm an honest boy, even though I'm poor, and I've never been in love before. If I agree to be your girlfriend, please, how would you support me? It would never be enough for you and me... and I can reap and I can plow and I can sow and I go to market on my father's hay and I get ninepence every day. will consent to marry me now, why will father give us the fat old man? ow." Dick's compliments were very polite, he won Miss Jane before the night. And when he had nothing more to say, he kissed her and walked away. *So notes the liner. Sounds more like "yeah".
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Riddles Wisely Declared [Child 1]
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(Riddles wisely stated) A modified version of Child's "A" text, collected from four texts in (a) Rawlinson [broadband], (b) Pepys, (c) Douce, and (d) Pills to PurgeMelancholy (Volume IV of edition of 1719). The following text is reconstructed from Child's notes to reflect the majority reading of all stanzas, with the critical apparatus reformulated on that basis. Minor text changes are marked with *. Variant spelling and punctuation are not noted.1 There was a lady from the North Country Lay, bent over her beautiful broom And she had three lovely daughters. Fa la la la, fa la la la ra re2 There was a knight of noble courage Who also loved in the North.3 The knight, of courage strong and valiant, A wife he longed to have.4 He knocked at the night door of the lady Una , when it was late.5 The younger sister* let him in, And drove a silver pin into the door.6 The second sister made his bed, And placed soft pillows under his head.7 The younger than the same night* , She slept with this young gentleman. 8 And in the morning, when it was day, These words he said to him: Will you marry me?' 10 The brave young knight answered him: 'Your demand, fair maiden, will not be denied. to the third question, today I will marry you.'12 'Kind sir, in love, oh then,' said she, 'tell me your three questions.' 13 'What is longer than the road, or what is deeper than the sea? is sharper than a thorn?15 'Or what is greener than the grass, or what is worse than (sic.) a woman?'16 'Oh, love is longer than the road, and hell is deeper than the sea.17' And the thunder* is louder than the horn, and the famine* is sharper than a thorn.18 'And poison* is greener than grass, and the Devil* worse than the woman.'19 When she answered these questions, the gentleman was overjoyed.20 And having [really]* tested her intelligence, He highly commended her for it.21 And afterwards, as is proved, he made her his beautiful wife.22 So now, fair maidens all, farewell, I dedicate this song to you.23 I wish you could constantly test the man you love. Variants: 1.1 do] c: i' th; d: in the 3.1 O] c: This 5.1 Younger: The child says "older" (guess what, probably correct) 7.1 The younger than the same] the Child: the daughter younger than the same; c: the youngest daughter than he 7.3 to this] c: with this 9.3] d: you11.3 I will] c: I will (d uncertain) 12.1 in love] omit c12.2 three] to omit; en [] en Child14.1 the ] d: a17.1 thunder's ] a Child: thunder is17.3 hunger de ] a Child: hunger is18.1 poyson's ] a Child: poyson is18.3 Devil's ] a Child: Devil is; that woman ] d: that woman19.1 these ] c: those20.1 truly ] to omit (Child in [])21.2 as 't is ] a Child: as it is
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Ring around Rosie
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De W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, item#62, pp. 127-128, primeiro texto. de New Bedford; datado c. 1790. Ring a ring a rosie, A bottle full of posie, All the girls in our town, Ring for little Josie.
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That's how I (RBW) remember hearing this song, presumably sung by neighborhood kids. The version in Pankake & Pankake, A Prairie Home Companion Folk Song Book, p. 229, is identical except for the spelling ("rosy", "pocket full") and the unambiguous inclusion of "we". (I seem to remember the song with and without the pronoun). [We all fall.--- C ---
From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 3, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918.Ring-a-ring o' roses,A pocket full of positions,A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall.
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Disturbios en St. John's, The
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From Kenneth S. Goldstein, "A Report on Continuing Research into 'Treason Songs': A Private Newfoundland Tradition", essay pp. 126-153 by Gerald Thomas and J. D. A. Widdowson, eds., _Studies in Newfoundland Folklore: Community and Process_, Breakwater Books, 1991, p. 146-147. All you liberals, I'm going to call you, I hope you'll attend, pay attention to these few lines I recently wrote; It's about a terrible tragedy that occurred in the city of St. John, when three young men were shot dead for treason. On the morning of the nomination at seven o'clock, the Conservatives stole their colors for St. Louis. John's East gathered; Six Liberals filled their important seats for St. John's East and West, and to earn their winning seat, they really put in the effort. (8 additional verses)
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lift me up from below
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 47. From the song of Captain JamesP. Barker from Brooklyn, NY. Oh, I come from the world below. That's where the roosters crow. Whiskey oh Johnny oh! Oh, lift me up from below, down!
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Rio Lea, O
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From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), pp. 181-182. Source not listed. It was a fine day in the month of May and I was travelling, I had no can to buy gin, so I walked the streets, my shoes were off the elbow and I was sore So I embarked like a merry sailor on the river Lea. .(3 additional verses)
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river of life
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #85, pp. 216-217. From the song of Buna Vista Presnell Hicks, Hattie Hicks Presnell, Rosa Hicks Presnell, Beech Mountain, North Carolina, 1951. Soon we'll reach the end of life's journey and we may never see each other again, until we reach the city bright sky Far away in the beautiful coast. Chorus If we never meet again on this side of heaven, As we struggle in this world and its conflicts, There's another meeting place in heaven, By that river of life. (2 additional verses)
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river through the pines, the
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The River in the Pines By Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), #30, pp. 119-121. From Mr. William Bartlett of Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Oh, Mary was a maiden when the birds began to sing. It was more beautiful than the rose that bloomed so early in the spring. Her lover was a river boy from River in the Pines (7 additional verses, one being six verses instead of four)
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Robin Hood's Hill
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 461-462. Apparently from an issue of Notes and Queries. O bards who extol gay glens and glades, jasmine arbors and amorous shades, what rural prospects can boast at will, but sweet 'Robin Hood's Hill' never mentioned. This place, which by nature shows every smile, of the famous town of Glo'ster is two miles away, from which you can have a view at your leisure, of the sweet country summit of 'Robin Hood's Hill' (6 additional stanzas )
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Nana Nena
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Rocky By Baby By-Ode Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, No. 190 p. 431. By Rebecca King Jones, North Carolina, 1940. Rocky by baby, the old tree top, And when the tree falls, the cradle will rock, Rocky by baby, bye. Father will come get your gun, In the Woods, bring some meat home, Rocky by baby, bye. (1 additional verse)
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Roll Along, wavy navy blue
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From John D. Harbron, _The Longest Battle: The RCN in the Atlantic, 1939-1945_, Vanwell Publishing Ltd., 1993, p. 128. Rueda, Wavy Navy, Rueda, Rueda, Wavy Navy, Rueda, If you ask us who we are, we are the RCNVR -- Rueda, Wavy Navy, rueda. Oh, we joined for the chance to go to sea, yes, we joined for the chance to go to sea, but the first two years were spent marching the coast, rolling, Wavy Navy, rolling. Oh, we get together for the sidewalk and the fun, Yeah, we get together for the sidewalk and the fun, But there's no one to pay, And the fun is yet to come, Wheel, Marine Ripple, wheel (4 additional verses)
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Roll the ship to land (Hog-eye I)
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The Hog-Eye Man By Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 104. Colcord simply describes it as a "black slum". Oh, the man with the pig eyes is the man for me. He grew up in Tennisee, (sic.) Chorus With a pig's eye! Rowboat with a pig's eye, rowboat with a pig's eye, all she wants is a man with a pig's eye! my cane as I go to see my dear Jane (2 additional verses)
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Rosie Anderson
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Rosey Anderson From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), pp. 91-92. No source information is provided. Hay Marshall was a gentleman as he ever lived in the land, courted Rosey Anderson, a lady in Perth; he courted her, married her, made her his lawful wife. And that day, dare I say it, he loved her like the life of her. There was an Assembly in Perth, and Rosey she was there; Lord Elgin danced with her that night, and it touched her heart, Lord Elgin danced with her that night, and then he took her home; There's Marshall, he came running before leaving the room. he says, "no, do not think it strange. Though I transported your lady home from dangers along the way." on the way." "Oh, you didn't have a maid," he says, "or didn't you have a guide? Either I didn't have a candle lit, or why was I afraid?" -- "I would have brought my mistress home, but Lord Elgin took my place. It's funny." He took Rosey by the hand and led her across the room, saying, "I'll send you to the London fair until this conflict is over; I'll send her to the London fair, her mother to be her guide, and let everyone say what they will, I'll still be on her side Less than nine weeks she wasn't in beautiful London Until Hay Marshall found out that Rosey had Played crazy: Woe to your red roses I always loved you, for abandoning your own husband between the beds in the street! A lady from the top of her window looked into her mirror, and what did she see but a light gray dress rolling in the grass; Hay Marshall had twenty witnesses, and Rosey I had only two: "To me," cries Rosey Anderson, "Oh, what shall I do?" My own flesh I cannot bear, my clothes I wear worse: Waes me," cries Rosey An Derson, "my life is a curse to me; if it were to do what was done," he says, "if it were to be done what was done," he says, "Hay Marshall's face opens chance, Lord Elgin's would avoid it." some regiments will be here maybe I can get a heartbroken officer to cheer me up. You fair ladies, both far and near, take a warning from me and don't leave your own husbands for any reason. "Gentlemen, look."
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Rosie Nell
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Rosy Nell, by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 99. "From a song by Sallie Lyttle Hatton." How many times have we talked about the joys of childhood, about the games we used to play on each other at school to pass the time. With thread spools for thread AND bent pins for hooks. Chorus But oh, how many times have I wished for those bright days again, when little Rosy Nell and I used to go swinging down the road. (2 additional verses)
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Rossa's goodbye to Erin
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O'Donovan Rossa's Goodbye Dublin, by James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), No. 61, pp. 136-137. Source not indicated. Goodbye my Dublin city friends. I wish you all goodbye. I still can't pinpoint the day I'll be back. I write these lines on board the ship where the stormy waves roar. Bank. (5 additional verses)
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Rude and rambling boy, A
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, #15, pp. 62-63. "Sung by Stuart Letto, Lance au Clair, July 1960." A farmer's daughter, as you can understand, fell in love with a servant. And when her father came to hear of it, he separated her from her beloved. Just three days at sea, when they fell into a bloody skirmish. This young man's luck was to fall; he lost his life by a cannonball. Just three days later this young man was seen; His mortal ghost of his father arrived with his mortal wounds at his bedside, his arms and shoulders covered in blood. (6 additional verses)
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Run, let Bullgine run
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Run with the Bullgine From Joanna C. Colcord, Songs of American Sailormen (1938 edition), p. 64. Source not listed. We will run all night until morning Cho. Oh, run with the bulltine, run! Get out, ah-ha, Way ah-ha! Cho. Run with the bullgine, run!
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Run, let the Bulgine Run By Stan Hugill, Shanties from the Seven Seas (1994 abridged edition MysticSeaport), p. 257 Oh, a bulgine once wuz a-heavin', Ch. Run, let the bulgine run! Oh yeah! CH. Run, let the bulgine run! Oh, she is lovely above and she is lovely below, Ch. Run, let the bulgine run! Oh yeah! CH. Run, let the bulgine run! (8 additional stanzas)
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russell's triumph
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On the Total Defeat of the French Fleet by Admiral Russell De John Ashton, Royal Sailor-Songs, Leadenhall Press, London, 1891; reprinted by D. N. Goodchild, Philadelphia, 2006, No. 7. Forever famous Ninety-two, Bravo Russell saw, at daybreak, The tall sails of France rushing towards. All hands up, shout it out; let English courage shine, let a colupina fly, a signal to the line; Let every man supply his weapon, follow me, you'll soon see, the battle will soon be won. (3 additional verses)
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Song of Sable Island (I)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 142, pp. 310-311. Sung by Albert Whar. government items To say there a year To take care of government property Government clothing to wear. (7 additional verses)
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Song of Sable Island (II)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 143, pp. 312-313. "Sung by Mr. Allan Hartlan, South-East Passage". Call Main Station Where the forty steeves are prohibited. We eat salted pork three times a day And we don't have potatoes, We plan to steal from other children And we call it fun. (3 additional verses plus half a verse)
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sad and lonely fellow
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 52, pp. 144-145. "Sung by Charles Riley, Lance au Loup, August 1960. "Oh, sad and lonely comrades, when one is through, out of this dark world into that heavenly light, now be a warning for the words I have to say. , And then you will know how silent before my path he turns away. (Four and a half additional verses)
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sailing not ship
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Sailing at High Tide From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, Article No. 168, p. 238. From Connecticut. Reproduced on pages. 812-813 of B.A. Botkin, American Folklore. Sailing in the boat when the tide comes in [three times] Waiting for the pretty girl to come by. I'm close. Here comes so fresh and fair. Sky-blue eyes and curly hair, rosy cheeks, cleft chin, shall we say, young, but not allowed in. Rose in the garden for you, young [twice] you can, but be careful and do not pick a frozen one once. Choose your mate, stay until the day, [three times] No matter what the old men say. The elders say it's the best way, [three times] cut all night and sleep all day.
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Sailor's Way, The
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 109. From the Frank Vickery song. I have sailed among the Yankees, the Spaniards and the Chinese (sic.). I've slept with the yellow girls under the tall pines. I crossed the Line and the Gulf Stream. and around Table Bay, and around Cape Horn and back home - oh, that's the sailor's way! (1 additional verse)
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Saint Clair's Defeat
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The Eighth Day of November By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, #116, pp. 226-263. From Mrs. Galen W. Summer, Canton, Ohio. Note that this version only has one proper verse from "Saint Claire's Defeat"; verses 2 and 3 are by "James Ervin". On November 8, 1991, we had a heavy skirmish near Fort Jefferson; St. Clair was our commander, as you will remember. Nine hundred men were fought and lost on the banks of the St. Marie.2. We fought all night and part of the next day, then we went into the old, old barn, where we lay down in the hay; We had barely spent an hour there when we got up, looked out the window and saw five of his entourage.3. And being trapped, we look around, jump out the window and shoot down five of them; Oldham and Irving, don't you dare go before me, I'll make you fly before me, like an arrow from a bow.
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Saint Helena (bone on the island of Saint Helena)
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Almost certainly originally a broadside, possibly Irish. Now lost. Surviving versions are clearly damaged; the damage may be caused by a rather elaborate original. The text below is composite, an attempt to reconstruct the rough original; source notes and critical data follow the text: Saint Helena1 Oh, Boney is gone from her wars and fights; He went to the place where he never had fun. And there she can sit and recount the scenes she saw from As she mournfully weeps on the island of Santa Elena.2 Louisa mourns her husband's departure. She dreams when she sleeps and wakes up with a broken heart. There is no friend to comfort her, even those who could be with her. But he regrets it when he thinks about the island of Santa Elena. handsome. He can look at the moon over great Mount Diana With his eyes on the waves [that] roll around St. Helena.4 Never again in St. Helena. Cloud he will be seen in such splendor, Or will continue his wars like the great Alexander, because the young king of Rome and the prince of Gehenna made him die on the island of Saint Helena. challenge. Because your vile intrigues and your vile crimes caused him to die on the island of Santa Elena. You don't know what's coming For fear they'll change you like he did on Santa Elena Island. The variant reading, "Parliament of England", is more reasonable (England was Napoleon's main enemy who did not join the Holy Alliance) and may well be original, but it will not be digitized. ***Sources: B: Belden, pg. 146, "The Isle of St. Helena" (verses 1, 2, 3 6, 4) Bl: Mary Black's popular record (rarely cited explicitly; used mostly as a source for amendments) E: Eddy #96, p. 220, "Lonely Louisa" (verse 2 only and 2C missing) F: Flanders & Brown, p. 11, "Bonaparte on St. Helena" (line 2 only) H: Gale Huntingdon, "Songs the Whalemen Sang," pp. 205-206, "Bonaparte on St. Helena" (collected from two versions) R: Brown II #146, p. 385, "The Island of Santa Elena", text A (see also R2, R3, R4). By C. K. Tillet or his wife in 1922R2: Brown's Text B (fragment; verses 1, 2, 3, 4AB); by Fanny GroganR3: text C by Brown (fragment; lines 1, 4, 2, 3A); from Alva WiseR4: text D from Broen (fragment; lines 1AB+4AB, 2ABC, 4CD); from Mrs. Ira Reese S:J. A. Scott, "The Ballad of America," pp. 102-104, "Napoleon Bonaparte" W: Warner 143, p. 331, "Bony on the Isle of St. Helena", collected in 1940 by C. K. "Tink" Tillett (note that this may be the same informant as R, but with substantial variations, including an additional verse!) Of these, W is probably the best text, and the verses follow their order. S and Bl may have been modified.cj. = conjectural reading txt: indicates that the text printed above comes from the witnesses cited versus "Saint". Punctuation is generally ignored as editorial. ***References preceding variant readings are to stanza and line, p. 1B refers to the second line of the first stanza. If no motto is cited, then the complete line is the variant under discussion. Separate variants within lines are distinguished by asterisks (*):1A * txt: cj. W: Oh, Bony's gone from his wars R: Bony's gone from his wars R2: Bone's gone to war in the battle he's fighting R3: Now Bony's gone from all the wars fighting R4: Bonaparte's gone from the wars of all fights H: Bonaparte is gone from his wars and his fights B: He is gone, he is gone from the wars of all fights S: Now Napoleon is done with his wars and his fights1B * txt: cj.; S: He went to the land where he could not delight B: He went to the place where he never delighted in W: He went to the place where he did not delight R: He went to the place where he never delighted in R2: He went to a place where he never delighted in R3: He went to a place where he never delighted in R4: He went to the land where [he] delights in H: He went to a place he never delighted in cj. : He went to a land where nothing can please him1C * txt: W; R: And then you can sit and tell the feeling you saw of R2: Ah, then you can sit and tell everything you saw of R3: Ah, then you will sit in the scene where you saw S: You can feel- if and count the battles you've been in H: You can sit and count - or what great sights you've seen - or B: You won't sit and count the scenes you've seen anymore 1D *txt:S ; W: While he cried a lot on Santa Elena Island H: However, he must cry only on Santa Elena Island B: But he cries when he thinks about Santa Elena Island R: He has been crying for a long time on Santa Elena Island R2: While he cries for home on Santa Tellena Island R3: As he warms up to Boney on Santa Elena IslandVerse 2: Verse 4 in H, apparently verse 3 in R32A *txt: cj . E: Louisa cries for the departure of her beloved B: Louisa cries for the departure of her beloved F: Louisa cries for the departure of her husband H: Louisa cries for the departure of her husband S: Louisa cries for the departure of her husband W: Oh, Luiza cries for her husband leaving R: Eloisa cries for her husband leaving R2: Luísa cries for her husband leaving R3: The wife cries for her husband leaving R4: Luísa cries for her husband's separation2B *txt: F R W(S" and she wakes up"; B "and wakes up"; R2 "wakes up all over with a broken heart; R4 "and wakes up")); H: And she dreams when she sleeps and wakes up with a broken heart E: She cries in her sleep and wakes up with a broken heart R3: She dreams in her sleep and wakes up with a broken heart 2C*txt: R R2 W F: Not a friend who comforts her or who can be with her S: Not a friend to comfort or even those who could be with her H: There is no one to comfort her who could be with her B: Not a friend to c cons smell even who could be with her R3: No soul to comfort her her, even who could be with her R4: There is no friend to control her, not even those close to her cj.: No friend to comfort her , though there are many would be with her2D *txt cj. R+W: Because he grieves when he thinks of Santa Elena Island B: He grieves when he thinks of Santa Elena Island E: While he is sad, he grieves for Santa Elena Island F: But she grieves when she thinks of Santa Elena Island Santa Elena H: But alone she cries when she thinks of Santa Elena S: Although she is sad, she cries on Santa Elena Island R2: Because she cries when she thinks of Santa Elena Island Tellena R3: Oh, he is sorry when he thinks of Santa Elena Saint Helena Island3A*txt: R R2 H: Where the big white waves run over the rocks W: Oh, the strong waves that run around the shore washing R : Now the strong waves that run around the shore are washing S: Strong waves running around the shore are washing B: Strong waves running around the shore are washing R3: Strong waves crashing around Santa Elena cj. (cf. Bl; I much prefer this reading, though I doubt it's original): Now the rough waves that run over the oceans are transient3B *txt: R H: And the proud waves foaming on the shores are washing W: And the great waves they run on the wild rocks rush S: Now the high waves roar, on the rough rocks they rush B: And the big waves rise and the wild rocks rush R2: And the big Bill of loo and the wild rocks rush burst cj. (cf. Bl; I much prefer this reading, though I doubt it's original): And the roar of the big waves on the shore rocks is crashing3C * txt: W (R "...moon over the big..." ) B : You can look at the moon on Diana's big mountain S: You can look at the moon, Diana's big mountain H: You can sigh the winds on Diana's mountain R2: You can look at the moon from Diana's big mountain taema3D *txt: (W omits "this" ) A: Eyes on the waves surrounding Saint Helena B: Eyes on the waves surrounding Saint Helena S: While sad, she cries on the island of Saint Helena H : However, he must only cry on the island of Saint Helena R2: With his eyes on the waves surrounding Saint Tellenaverse 4: found on R+W, R3, and B (as verse 5) only; R2 and R4 have fragments; the text given is that of W without amendments; S is omitted; H (like verse 2) has a portion of this verse merged with verse 3. The texts of the other versions (differences between R and W are shown in capital letters): 4A * H: Where the clouds (Magalene) come out in such splendor B : Never again in St. Cloud you will be seen in such splendor A: Never again in St. Clouds will be seen in such splendor R4: Never again in such clouds will he be seen in such splendor4B * H: They come in multitudes like the great Alexander B: Or they continue with their crown like the great Alexander R: Or they continue with their multitude like the great Alexander R2: Not again with his crowd not the great Alexander R3: Nor was he with his crowd like the great Alexandria R4: Not wandering with his crowd and the great Alexander4C*H: He can sigh to the winds on the great Mount Diana B: By young king of Rome and the prince of Igana A: By the GREAT king of Rome and the prince of GAHANAH A3: But the great n king of Rome and the prince of Gay Hanna A4: The young king of Rob and the prince of Gemira4D * H : However, he should only cry on Santa Elena Island B: Say they will bring his father back from St Helena Island R: SAYS HE BRINGS FATHER FROM ST. HELENA R3: Brings the father from the Saint Helena Islands R4: Says it will bring the father from the Saint Helena Islands 5-6: This order W; S puts 6 before 5; B H omits verse 5; B has the 1 2 3 6 4 (!); R omits verse 65A *txt cj. (Omit "O") W: Oh, you Parliaments of England and your Holy Alliance R: Now you Parliaments of England and you Holy Alliance5B * a prisoner: R W; S "the prisoner" 5C * txt cj. (cf. S "...your lower misdeeds") W: By your transgression and your misdeeds (R "basic INTRODUCTION")5D * Have caused: R "caused"6A * txt S; W: Come all you who have riches, pray, beware of ambition H: Come all you who have much wealth, now beware of ambition B: All you who have a wife, pray, beware of ambition6B *txt: cj. S: It's not that in some degree of health you must change your condition B: It's a decree of fate that could change your condition W: Because it's a degree of fate that can change your condition H: Either in one degree or another you can change your condition6C * txt: S; B: Be firm in time for what's to come you don't know H: Be firm in time-o[,] what's to come you can't tell-o W: It's better in time for what's to come not know6D * txt: cj. (variant "like him", "like him") S: And your days might end on Santa Elena Island W: For fear that you'll be changed like he is on Santa Elena Island B: For fear that you'll be changed like him in Santa Elena H: Or by chance you might end up on Santa Elena Island cj.: Or your days might end, like him on Santa Elena cj.: Or your days might end on Santa Elena Island
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Saint John's girl
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 87, pp. 222-223. "Sung by Peter Letto, Lance au Clair, July 1960. "A few days ago I went on a spree, in the town of St. Louis. John I like to be. , It was just before dusk, Few coins in my pocket; also some dubs, I tell myself, "I'm right", When someone calls out, "Charles", and turning around, The prettiest girl in town I've met. (2 additional stanzas, of irregular length, with recitations between each stanza)
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Saint Stephen, Knight of God (I'll tell you tonight)
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By saynt SteuenFrom the photographs of Edward Bliss Reed, editor, _Christmas CarolsPrinted in the Sixteenth Century Inclusive Kele's Christmas Carollesnewely Imrynted reproduced in facsimile of the copy in the Huntington Library_, Harvard University Press, 1932, pp. 51-535 [33-35]. The contractions and others have been discreetly modernized, but the spelling has been retained and the (lack of) punctuation has not been corrected (eg note the different spellings of "Christ"; also "may"/'mayde'). De Saynt Steuen Godes Knygt. Who preached the day of faith and light. He told the Jews that it was correct that Christ was born in May. The Jews said with great contempt that Christ was not born in May. verses)
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Sair Fyel'd, Hinny
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of the North of England, p. 48.Exit fyel'd, hinny, Exit fyel'd now, Exit fyel'd, hinny, Sin, I know you. long year. Exit fyel'd, hinny, etc. When aw was young and lustful, Aw could take down a lesbian, but now I'm dishonest and strict. Aw can barely step on a syke. Exit fyel'd, hinny, etc. When aw was twenty-four years old, Aw was brave and courageous; Exit fyel'd, hinny, etc. Thus said the old man to the oak: "Sair fyel'd es aw Sin 'aw ken'd thee." Exit fyel'd, hinny, etc.
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Saladin's Crew
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 111, pp. 241-242. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." a crime song Take my notice while I'm in jail, your halter is ready to mourn my fate. (6 additional verses)
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Sally Greer
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Charming Sally Greer By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, volume II, pp. 358-359. Sung by Mary Ann Galpin, Codroy, July 1960. Good people, young and old. My age is twenty-three. for Americay my fortune to chase. (5 additional stanzas)
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Sandgate Lass em Ropery Banks, El
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 184-185. At Ropery Banks, Jenny was sitting: she had a new bed, and nimbly the girl was weaving with threads of a beautiful blue sky; the strings of hor's cap hung on hor Se lang's shoulders looks very good, and from my heart I heard this girl singing: my beautiful keel boy will be mine. Chorus Oh, it was the keel that came from the river, So that I, my dear boy, could see; He whistles and dances se clivvor, My bonnie keel laddie for me (4 additional verses)
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The Lament of Sandgate Lass, The
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 162-163. I was indeed a young maiden and dwelt in Sandgate Street; I thought to marry a good man, to warm and warm myself; -like a body, a beautiful body, to be with me at noon; but finally (hey?) I married a sailor and my good times were over. I thought of marrying a parson, to hear myself say my prayers; I married a keel and he kicked me down the stairs. It's an ugly body, a bubbling body, An ugly, ugly madman; And I married a keel, And my good days were over. paint my apron blue; but I married a keel, and he makes me sad. It is an ugly body, &c. I thought of marrying a carpenter, To make me a chair and a stool; But I married a sailor, and he's a complete idiot. It is an ugly body, &c. I thought of marrying a sailor who would bring me sugar and tea; But I married a sailor, and that lets me see. It is an ugly body, &c.
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Have you seen my Savior?
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Saw Ye My Savior (sic.) By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 122-123. From Mrs. Jo Wilson, Springfield, Vermont. Collected in 1940. Have you seen my Savior, have you seen my Savior, have you seen my Savior and Lord? Oh, He died on Calvary, to atone for you and me, and to purchase our pardon with blood. (3 additional verses)
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Sawna Are you Peggy?
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From James Johnson, editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 reprint], p. 12, #11. No source indicated. The stanzas are not marked, but appear to be four lines long. complete each resource, so divine she is (24 additional verses, that is, 6 additional stanzas).
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scary rocks, the
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The Scady RockFrom the Robert Cinnamond recording (IRRCinnamond01: "Songs of Comment" FOLKTRAX-157). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. - BS You from every grade come hear my story of woe. Everyone will remember a terrible night when strong and gusty winds blew. Brave Colonel Caufield's pleasure boat [probably Caulfield proper] Was launched [Ulster = launched] into the stormy main ocean With three stout men and a young girl And they all found a watery grave. And this ship was strong built And Youghal Maiden was her name To Colonel Caufield did it belong And noble was that man of fame. And he sent her with her maid to take her home, but at Scady Rock she conveniently departed for Toome's Bridge. Then the people gathered on the beach You would have heard their sighs and their sad moans And soon you all will hear Of the manhood of young Squire Jones. People far and near Mourn this young woman's fate We trust in the glory she shines For she belonged to Cushendall. [Location in North East Antrim] And the captain's name was MacErlean. A highly respected sober man. And he didn't think he'd be shipwrecked near that river Bann.
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school lady on the floor
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From Guy Logsdon, "The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing" and Other Songs the Cowboys Sing, No. 6, pp. 53-54. From the corner of Riley Neal. Undated, but collected before 1976. McClellan was a woolly wild west cowboy; their horses and their apparel were of the best. He was a polite guy, don't take him for a fool; One thing about McClellan, he was handy with his tool. When McClellan left the cow camp on a Friday night, he was on his way to see the teacher in the whitewashed school; he had been courting her for three months and thought he'd give it a try; He decided this time he would have her or die (4 additional verses)
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 42, pp. 172-174. From the Fred McMahon song Chatham, 1948. My name is Larry Gorman. By all I don't mean harrum. I can fix it and bring it over, and the title I'll give it is Scow on Cowden Shore. (13 additional verses)
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Sea Crab, The
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The Sea Crabb De Furnivall, Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript [Volume 4], Loose and Humorous Songs, pp. 99-100. Text from page 462 of the Percy Folio.Itt: I was a man from Africa who had a beautiful wife, more beautiful than I ever saw in my life: with a red hair, boys, red hair! Ginge, boys, Ginge! tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boys, ging! He went to the beach and followed his nose. ginger &c. You say, "god, speed, fisherman, saying in the sea, do you have crabs in your bot to sell me?" ginger etc "I have Cranns in my boat, one or two or three; I have Crabbs in my boat to sell you." ginger etc The good man went home, and before he knew it he had put the crab in the pot where his wife was urinating, ginger, etc. The good wife, went to do what she didn't do; vp started the Crab, and got her by the Pussy. ginger &c. "Oh!" says the good wife, "that whenever I was born, the devil is in the pispott, and he has me on his horn." ginger &c. "If you're a crab or a crabfish, let loose with a gust of cabbage wind." ginger etc The good man leaned over and started to blow, thinking the Crab would let go. ginger &c. "Oh!" said the good man, "that every time I came here he put my wife's tail and my nose together!" ginger etc The good man called his neighbors in great astonishment, to separate his wives and his nose. ginger &c.
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Sealer's Song (I)
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 33-34. From the third edition (1955) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. The Black House flag is raised today to welcome the stranger. And the House of Stewart is looking for Barbour in the Ranger; heads, He got twenty-three and filled it up to the hatches. And Bowring also bet a few In Jackman in the Howler, The Little Kite He Took In View With Billy Knee the Jowler. instead of the long lines of stanza 1)
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Ball of sealers, A
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 50-51. From Peacock, Songs of Newfoundland Outports; compiled in 1962 by Tom Morry. , Sir. Of course, when we take them to the dock, we make six and a half bucks, and when we take them to the store, we make a dollar more, sir. (8 additional verses)
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Lone Voyager Seal Cruise, The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 126-128. From the second edition (1940) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. our focus trip from Twillingate to St. John's. We started outfitting our ship before embarking. Our boat was very well equipped, from a radio to a shovel. The only thing that slowed our boat down was a minor engine problem. getting our ballast, some of us were drunk and many of us worked a lot while the rest were in bunks. (14 additional verses)
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Plymouth Sailor, The
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 141-147. From a manuscript provided by Lucinda Wheeler, to a melody apparently by Josepha Cobb. A sailor from Plymouth, sweet William by name, came to court the fair Susan. (49 additional verses)
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looking for lambs
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One Morning Clear From the Sam Henry Collection, H548, printed June 2, 1934. No font given. As printed on pg. 341 of Henry/Huntington/Herrmann. One clear morning, meeting my beloved before sunrise, Her cherry cheeks and ruby lips surprised me; Before the bright golden beams of Phoebus dry the morning dew? ''I'll feed my father's flocks, his sheep and lambs Down there in that forest where they play with their prey'' So, since you know each other together, my love, let's agree, I wish you all true lovers They were as happy as we. 'My love is gentle and handsome, she is elegant in every limb, I courted her four years and thought time was not long, and three times four years I courted her, if life lasted so long, not three times four years, but four hundred, and he will tell it all in one day. I love my love, there is no doubt, it's all for love again. And if she says she doesn't love me, I laugh at her; If she is consistent I will be honest and we will always agree but if I find out she has changed her mind I will change her. ge mine, just like her. The loveliest month of the whole year is the joyous month of June, when everyone is kind and all the flowers are in bloom, when everyone is merry and playing together, and the birds sing all the songs, where young women carry the key of love. , young people can know their destiny.
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Sebastopol (Old England's Gained the Day; Captura y destrucción de Sebastopol; Cheer, Boys, Cheer)
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Sebastopol By Stan Hugill, Shanties from the Seven Seas, Mystic Seaport Museum, 1994 edition, pp. 322-323. All but the first and third lines of each stanza are a refrain. The Crimean War is over now, Sevastopol has been taken! The Crimean War is over now, Sevastopol has been taken! So cheer up people, cheer up, Sevastopol is taken! And sing joy, boys, joy, old England has won the day. (3 additional verses)
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Love Seeds, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 440-441. Source not indicated. I sowed the seeds of love, it was all in the spring, in April, May and July, equally, when the birds sing; my garden is well planted with flowers everywhere, but I haven't had the freedom to choose for myself the flower I loved so much. My gardener was beside me, I asked him to choose for me, He chose the violet, the lily and the rose, but I rejected all three; I gave up the violet, because it withered so soon, the lily and the rose that I looked at, and I swore that I would stay until June (3 additional verses)
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See Nellie at home
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When I Saw Sweet Nelly HomeFrom a score published in 1859 by Wm. A. Pond & Co. The title above is the one found on the inside page. Title page inscribed to his friend Edwin Green, left. When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home Ballad SINGED BY Mr.D.S.WAMBOLD Composed and arranged by JOHN FLETCHER. An unauthorized and incorrect copy of this song has been published in my name without my consent. This is the ONLY CORRECT EDIT1. I SEE. In the sky shone bright stars On the grass fell the moonlight Silenced the noise of the bustle of the day Closed the pink-eyed pimpernel As if walking down the mossy forest path Where cattle love to roam, From an August night party I was watching Nelly at home. Repeat Chorus last time In the sky the stars were shining On the grass was shining the moonlight From a party in August I was seeing Nelly at home.2. I SEE. When autumn dyed the forest green Turning all its leaves golden In the grass shadowed by the old I told Nelly my love As we stood together looking At the star-studded dome How I blessed the August night When I saw sweet Nelly at home. . I SEE. White hair mixed with my braids Grooves slide across my forehead But a smile of love cheers and blesses Life's declining moments now Matron in the snow scarf Closer to my chest, come Tell me, do you still remember When I saw the sweet Nelly at home?
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sitting on a rail
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 177-0178. Provided by W. R. Boyd, Jr., "Formerly of Texas." As I stood in the moonlight, happily singing this old song, I saw a fat raccoon sitting on a rail, sitting on a rail, Serrin' on a rail, Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Powerful sleep sound (1 additional verse)
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seven old women
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, post 120, Sep 28, 2021. By user John5918. My God, what could it be? Three old women locked in the bathroom, they were there from Monday to Saturday, nobody knew they were there.
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Shall I show you what the farmer looks like?
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 50-51. Of the sons of Dr. and Mrs. Frank Allen Hubbard. How does the farmer sow his barley and wheat?
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She is more to be pitied than guilty
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 117, September 27, 2021. By User Crypto-Willobie. He is more pitiful than guilty, he is more {?____} than despised. sad. Do not despise her with fierce and bitter words. He would not laugh at his shame and fall. Let him stop for a moment and consider that one man caused it all.File: SRW190
She was poor, but she was honest (II)
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The Ballad of Big Jim Folsom From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 61, Aug 31, 2021, as posted by user Crypto-Willobie. He learned from his father, who supposedly learned c. 1952. She was poor but she was honest, A victim of the rich man's whim Until she met that Christian gentleman Big Jim Folsom And had a child with him {chorus} It's the rich who get the glory It's the poor who get the blame Yeah a low and dirty shame Now he works in the legislature Making laws for all mankind As she walks the streets of Coleman Alabama Selling grapes from her vine {repeat chorus}File:EM132
Shenandoah
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The Wide Mizzoura by Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, p. 408. No source indicated.1 Oh Shannadore, I love your daughter, hello rolling river, I'll take you across the rolling waters, aha, I'll cross wide Mizzoura.2 For seven years I courted Sally, hello rolling river, for seven more years I wished I had her, aha, I am forced to cross the wide Mizzoura. She said she wouldn't be my lover, hello. oh rippling river, for I was a dirty sailor, aha, I am destined to cross the wide Mizzoura. , L-drinking rum and chewing tobacco, Ah-hah, I'm destined to cross the wide Mizzoura.
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Boat A-sail, A
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 284-285. By Elizabeth Wheeler Hubbard. I saw a ship sailing, sailing on the sea, And it was deeply laden with beautiful things to me. it was bullets in the cabin and almonds in the hold. The sails were satin and the mast was gold. (1 additional verse)
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Ship of Zion (I), The
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #83, pp. 313-314. From the corner of AaronVan De Bogart, Sr.1. What ship are you going to board? Oh glory Hallelujah. What ship are you going to board? Oh glory Hallelujah. [first] Chorus: It's the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah, It's the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah, It's the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah, It's the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah. (1 additional verse and abstain)
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Cobbler (III), The
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The Shoemaker De Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 114-115. My mother sent me to school to learn how to knit socks, but I messed up, made a fool of myself, and married a shoemaker. Cobbler, leather cracker, With all its foul, stinking water; I wish I had died before marrying a shoemaker. (2 additional verses)
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scare fly
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Show! Fly, Don't Disturb Me From the score published in 1869 by White, Smith & Perry. The title above is from the inside page; the title page is inscribed in J.C. left I think I heard the angels singing, I think I heard the angels singing, I think I heard the angels singing, The angels are flying now. I feel, I feel, I feel, That's what my mother said, Angels knocking girls down, On this nigga's head. CHOIR. Fly, don't bother me, Shew! Fly, don't bother me, Shew! Fly, don't bother me, I belong to G Company. I feel, feel, feel like a morning star. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star.2. If I sleep in the sun, this nigger knows, If I sleep in the sun, this nigger knows, If I sleep in the sun, this nigger knows, A fly came by and scratched his nose. I feel, I feel, I feel, as my mother used to say, every time that black person falls asleep, he has to cover his head.
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short life of trouble
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As recorded by Burnett & Rutherford, November 6, 1926. Transcribed by Robert Waltz A short life of trouble, A few more words aside, A short life of trouble, dear girl, For a boy with a broken heart. You know what you promised, it's been a while, you promised you'd marry me, standing in the ballroom. I hear the train approaching, she passes the station gate, I'd rather be dead and in the grave than see my darling like this. (Chorus) I see my coffin coming, Riding in a taxi, It will take me to a lonely graveyard, And then the grave will be my home. And when I'm dead and gone, will you comfort me (sic.) with some flowers? ,To show some people around here The heart you broke like this. (Chorus) Sleeping by the bed, Your eyes were pink(?) and blue. I would give this world and half my life if I were married to you. (chorus) (chorus)
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As recorded by G. B. Grayson and Henry Whitter, July 31, 1928 You know what you promised, not more than a week ago, you promised to marry me, standing on your mother's doorstep. (Chorus) Now you broke your promise; marry whoever you want; This old world is so big and wide, someday I'll come back. Give it all, silver and gold, if I were married to you. (Chorus)
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push around the grog
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Shore Around the Grog By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, # 175, pp. 633-634. As transcribed by Ms.R. L. Wheelock. We skirted around old Butler, fearing no danger, until we reached Sawmill Rift and hurried to the docks. Chorus: And on the edge of groggy boys, The chorus around the room, Cause we are the kids who aren't afraid of the noise, Though we're far from home, And on the edge of groggy, boys, The chorus across the room, cause we are the guys who aren't afraid of noise even though they're far from home. (1 additional verse)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #134, p. 311. From Frank Proffitt's Ridge, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1959-1960. The printed version is a combination of (at least) two presentations. Oh, I'm going back to Shulls Mills, I'm going to leave my biscuits brown, for the Beaver Dam girls, be quiet. 10 additional verses)
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Si Hubbard (Hey Rube)
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 350-352. The source described it simply as "Peoria attorney, then Chicago attorney." It was a day, I think in May, when old Si Hubbard said to me, "Barnum's circus has come to town, you and I are going to see the clowns." "So we sold our barley, oats, and corn; in fact, we nearly cleaned out the barn; so we went and bought two new suits, with white top hats and red high boots. fight. So Si and I just collaborated, and the way we ate and drank was a sin, but as we turned to leave, we heard my God, the highest pitched say, "Four bucks, quick! Rubies!" otherwise you'll be late for the sideshow." The sideshow rushed us. When we walked in, what we saw was enough to turn our whiskers green. There was a tattooed man there. full of ink and a dog-faced boy named "missing link". So she escaped the cage, stabbed that snake and jumped, but I laughed at the creature who was full of hay. Now, a parrot in a nearby cage soon caught the attention of silly Si; If you didn't know that this bird spoke and when you called him, the country's jaws dropped. He got very angry and just out of spite, he knocked that bird out of sight. But a monkey that was in the cage was furious with Si's behavior. love for his feathered friend, a helping hand he allowed to lend. So he grabbed poor Si by the red goatee and made the whole crowd laugh to see Si pulling and pulling to escape, but the annoying monkey had arrived. to stay. And pulled Si's whiskers so hard strength that his chin became long like the neck of a pumpkin; Suddenly, Si smiled and I knew his problems were over. Mistress Bonita, with her knife so sharp, cut off his whiskers near his chin. When I cut my face without the goatee, I coughed and laughed and laughed and coughed. And two girls fainted from the terrible sight, and the rest of the crowd fled; then the performers hurriedly kicked us out and the damn band played "Annie Laurie". because we both had money in our pockets. As if in answer to my question, we both looked in one direction, and there, before our eyes, was an enormous globe of enormous size. And a man in the basket in tight clothes says: "Cut the rope and let go." The balloon fell to the ground, but the balloon was the strongest, so Si soon found it. And, to the onlookers' horror, poor Si was tied to the balloon. and a sudden run to the rope I made, but my feet got caught in the coil, and I, as it were, left my native soil. So we shot into the air like a rocket, and I called the man in the balloon to stop; but he just smiled in my face and asked if i liked my seat. "Not much", I told him, "skinny guy". "Then call me," he says, "you redneck." I said to Si: "Take your knife, cut the rope and save our lives." his knife, but he lost control, and it dove right into my face and then we both fell into the void. "Watch out! We're coming," I shouted aloud; "Oh, we don't mind." He came back from the crowd. But, instead of landing in the place I was referring to, we ran headlong towards the pet shop; and I went downstairs with Si, inside the store. And we hit each other so hard in a candy store that the whole damn circus band stopped. And then people ran to see what had happened. on; and one of the group wanted to know if we had paid to get into the show. 'Oh no,' I said, 'we just stopped to try to hear a circus ring.' and it gave me a snap that almost broke my troubled back. This made me angry and I got up and hit him square in the nose. a thick as flies. And they grabbed both of us and ripped our clothes off, and said they were going to teach us how to steal at shows. " said Si, "We fell out of the clouds." But a policeman who had a badge and, like a dog's tail, had a car, told Si and me to go up and we took him for a little ride. When we stopped at the brig he showed us inside and closed the door Jays he would have given us sixty days but once was enough for us once was enough for us we will never go to another show once was enough for us.
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Silver threads among gold
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From the score published in 1873 by Charles W. HarrisTitle Inscribed Page SILVER THREADS BETWEEN THE GOLDEN SONG AND THE CHORUSWords by EBEN E. REXFORD, Music by H.P. Darling, I'm growing old, Silver threads among the gold Shine on my forehead today; Life is fading fast; But, my dear, you will be, you will be, - Always young and beautiful for me, - Yes! Darling, you will always be young and beautiful with me. CHOIR. Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine on my forehead today; Life is fading fast. When your hair is as white as silver, And your cheeks no longer shine, With May roses; I will kiss your lips and say: oh! My dear, only mine, only, -- You never grew old, -- Yes! My darling, mine alone, you never grew old. 3. Love will never grow old. The locks may lose their brown and gold color; cheeks may fade and become hollow, but loving hearts will know Never, never, winter's frost and cold: summer's heat is still in them, never winter's frost. and cold, the summer heat is still upon them. -- Cho. 4. Love is always young and fair, --What is silver hair to us, Pale cheeks, or slow steps, To the heart that beats below? Since I kissed you alone, mine alone, you never grew old --Since I kissed you alone mine, you never grew old. -- Cho.
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Simple and Little Nancy Brown
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #149, pp. 563-564. From the singing of Frank Joy and Harry Siemsen. Simple little Nancy Brown De' way Down East came to town, went to see a circus show and met a nice young man, you know, La Tidelee idelee one, Tidelee, idelee, one La Tidelee idelee one, the fireworks were beautiful. (3 additional verses)
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #167, p. 609. Sung by Charles Hinckley, who also claimed to be a co-writer. Come all you fierce robbers, come hear my song. I'll sing you a verse or two, and it won't take long. a prominent highwayman, along with Johnny King, because we were caught and sent to a prison called Sing-Sing. (3 additional verses)
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The Sinking of the Titanic (Titanic #9)
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As recorded (and likely written) by Richard "Rabbit" Brown. Recorded at Victor 35840, 1927. Transcribed by Robert Waltz (with thanks to Lyle Lofgren). It was the tenth of April. On a sunny afternoon, the Titanic left Southampton. All happy as the bride and groom. Nobody thought about the danger or what their fate would be until a terrible iceberg caused the deaths of fifteen hundred at sea (4 additional lines plus a part of "Closer, my God, to you").
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Sir Hugh, or the Jew's Daughter [Child 155]
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Fatal Flower Garden from Song of the Hawaiians of Nelstone in Victor 40193 (1929). Transcript by Lyle Lofgren. .They threw a ball again so high, then again, so low; they threw her into a flower garden where no one could enter. A gypsy woman, all dressed in yellow and green, approached; "Come in, come in, my pretty boy, and get your ball again." "First he showed him an apple seed, then again gold rings, then he showed him a diamond, which enticed him into a room, where no one could hear him call. "Oh, take these rings off my finger, smoke them with your breath; If any of my friends call me, tell them I'm resting. The bible on my head, a testament at my feet; if my dear mother calls me, tell her I'm sleeping. a testament to my head; if my dear father calls me, tell him I am dead".
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Sir Patrick Spens [Niño 58]
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Sir Patrick Spence A Scottish Ballad by Percy/Wheatley, I.i.vii, pp. sailor To sail this ship of mine? Raised and spoke an old knicht, He sat on the rich king's knee: Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor, Who sails the sea. The king wrote a braided letter, And signed it with his hand; And he sent for Sir Patrick Spence, He was walking on sand. The first line that redeemed Sir Patrick, A loud lauch cast him: The next line that redeemed Sir Patrick, They blinded his sight. Or what is this gift this deid has, this evil deid gift to me; to send me at this time of year to sail the sea? Hurry, hurry, all my merry men, Our guide sets sail in the morning. Oh say na sae, my master, for I am afraid of a lethal storm. Yesterday afternoon I saw the new moon with the old moon on her arm; and I am afraid, I am afraid, my master, that we shall harm. Our Scottish nobles were rich in right To plunge their cork schooner; Bot lang owre 'the game was played, Their hats swam above. Will Sir Patrick Spence Cum Sailing Into Land. O lang, lang, let the ladies stay With those gold kimbes in their hair Waiting for their lords ain deir, For they se thame na mair. Have owre, have owre for Aberdour, That's fifty fadom deip: And these lies guide Sir Patrick Spence, with Scottish lords at his prey.
File: C058
Six Dukes Went Fishing
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Two Dukes Of Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, p. 219. Collected from Mrs. Ralph Harrington, Bennington, Vermont, September 13, 1930. Two Dukes were walking along the waterfront. They found a corpse washed away by the tide. the Grand Duke of Cotton has already thrown it away." (4 additional stanzas)
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The Captain's Wedding
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 24-26. Good neighbors, I come to tell you that our Captain and Moll are to be married; and if what they say is true, Egad, we shall seldom be fed. They brought home a shoulder of mutton, Plus two fat, fierce geese; And when they're roasting over the fire, We'll all be drenched in grease. Blind Willy's for playing the violin (8 additional verses)
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Sleeping City (I)
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From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), pp. 225-226. No source information was provided. It happened at the end of Whitsunday, I got tired of my house and went to Insch to pay my fortune to chase her. E sing airrie erritie adie, e sing airrie erritie an. Met at Adam Mitchell's house. play fairer, because I never order my servants to work more than these hours a day. If true, you tell me, I think the place will adapt; You are an ugly brute. It was a Monday morning when I got to Sleepytown and he split us up to drop off his turnips. came, and the order started to fall out. The rain was still increasing; The son was at the mill To eat, said old Adam Mitchell, Our stomachs to fill. The rain soon passed, And the day began to break; And our next orders were to scrape Our dinners off the droughts. Refuse your orders, whatever you ask us to do; but eating the scraping of your dry is something we will never do. Do you reject what I command you, scoundrels that you are? You traded for ten hours one day, so decline if you dare. But if one thing doesn't win, I can try the other; I'll call the maid to do the dry mix. The order was to go to bed at nine and never leave town, and each time we did, we would be fined half a crown. He knows he's been fined many times, but he's never been discouraged; and I myself was fined a pound for overturning a wagon. we never heard from Adam, but yes, we took the pass, sometimes to buy tobacco, sometimes to see the girl. A little bit of fun. When we are in Alford we will put the cup on the plate and tell them what use we have in Sleepytown. Maybe we'll see old Adam at his brose plate, and we'll give him a pocket napkin to get rid of his stuffy nose. E sing airrie erritie adie, e sing airrie erritie an. The order was to go to bed at nine and never leave town, and each time we did we would be fined half a crown. time, but never discouraged; and I myself was fined a pound for overturning a wagon. We never heard from Adam, but yes, we took the pass, sometimes to buy tobacco, sometimes to see the girl. Finally, the trifle is well deserved, and we shall go to Rhynie Muir, and have a good time there. o' the use We have in Sleepytown. Maybe we'll see old Adam still Right on his o'brose plate; And we'll give him a pocket napkin to get rid of his stuffy nose.
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canção vaga, a
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From MacEdward Leach, Folk Ballads & Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast, No. 73, pp. 192-193. "Sung by Leo O'Brien, Lance au Loup, August 1960." On the fourteenth of December, midway through the year, we left our home at Point Armor and made our way to Forteau. We loaded our boat with furniture, as you can understand, and soon got ready and headed home. (9 additional verses)
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Smiggy Maglooral
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I Have a Wife, by Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, No. 71, p. 155. Compiled from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. I have a wife, she is neat and clean, With me, fie or laddie, She pours the milk and mixes the cream And her name is Ural, Maggie Mural, Stig McGural and Stig McGue. (2 additional verses)
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Smoky Mountain Bill
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 102-104. Apparently from Vera Mackenzie. I heard a spell of a story I'm about to tell, a story about a man named Smoky Mountain Bill. He was tall and thin and drank a lot of gin. That's what got him into all the trouble he got into. he still had a whiskey on top of a hill and drank a beer just to get rid of a cold; He'd take a barrel to put a jag in, and then he'd start singing this song: "Yoo-de-lay-dee, yoo-de-lay-dee-hoo." (3 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 120-121. Oh, the snow melts sooner when the winds begin to sing, and the corn ripens faster when the frosts are coming; and when a woman tells me she'll soon forget my face, before we part, i sing a song, she's still willing to follow me. while it's spring, but when spring is over and winter comes, my girl, and you will be happy, despite all your pride, to follow me, not through the main storm. Oh, the snow melts sooner when the winds begin to sing, the bee that flew when summer shone in winter cannot sting; I have seen a woman's anger melt between night and morning, and it is certainly not a harder thing to tame a woman's contempt. Oh, never tell me goodbye here, I won't say goodbye, because you'll put me on the stallion and kiss me goodbye, but I'll stay here until the woodcock comes and the merchant gets his victory. g, Oh, the snow melts sooner when the winds start to sing.
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From William Main Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, Revised Edition (1972), p. 12. From the corner of Richard Maitland, Sailor's Snug Harbor. Handy high and handy short, Handy lads so handy, Oh it's handy high and we'll go away, Handy lads so handy! you've got your breakthrough and out to sea you must go, Handy my boys, so crafty, Round Cape Horn through frost and snow, Handy, my boys, so crafty! (8 additional verses)
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So it's pass
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Chanty Song by Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 56, pp. 113-114. "Sung by Mr. Richard Hartlan of South-East Passage." The sheet music, but give me the girl I love, I'll never ask for more. Oh, here it is for him to be happy And never taste the joy, Sing, sing the merry, merry song, March onward my brave boys. (2 additional verses)
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Soldier and Sailor, The
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A Soldier's Prayer By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Miramichi Songs, No. 94, p. 292. Excerpt from the Billy Price song, Priceville, 1960. One day a soldier and a sailor were walking. The soldier said to the sailor, "I think I'll pray For the good of the whole country, for the will of all men, if it's in your feeling will you answer 'Amen?'" (1 additional verse)
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soldier boy for me
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The Railroader By Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume III, #493, pp. 259-260 From Mrs. May Kennedy McCord of Springfield, Missouri. Collected April 19, 1934. The third stanza appears to be intrusive. I wouldn't marry a farmer, He always has his feet on the ground, But I would marry an engineer Who wears a striped shirt, A railroad man, a mother, a railroad man, A railroad man for me, If I ever get married in my life, I'm going to be the girlfriend of a railroad worker. I wouldn't marry a blacksmith, he's always in black, but I would marry an engineer who steps on the gas! I wandered through this wide world A pleasure to see, I fell in love with a railroad man and he fell in love with me. a preacher, he preaches hell too much, but I would marry an engineer who rings the engine bell.
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By Laura Ingalls Wilder, By the Shores of Silver Lake, (copyright 1939) Chapter 6, The Black Ponies. The verse is repeated in chapter 10. It is said to have been sung by Laura's cousin Lena, probably in late 1879. I would not marry a farmer. He's always on the ground. railroad, railroad, railroad for me, I'm going to marry a railroad man, a railroad man's girlfriend I'll be.
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From the Sharp/Karpeles collection. No. 68 in Cecil Sharp & Maud Karpeles, Eighty English Folk Songs. Compiled from Jake Sowder, Calloway, Virginia. The first/last verse feels intrusive. We walked on the green grass, like this, like this, like this. Come all fair maidens, come walk with us. come walk with me I wouldn't marry a blacksmith; it stains the nose and chin. I. If I ever marry, I will be a soldier's wife. I wouldn't marry a doctor; He is always killing the sick. I'd rather marry a child soldier. Which marches twice as fast. for me. If I ever get married, I'll be a soldier's wife. I wouldn't marry a farmer; he is always selling grain. Oh soldier boy for me. If I ever get married, I'll be a soldier's wife. Let's walk on the green grass, like this, like this, like this. so just as you accept yourself, I will choose you as a partner. Come walk with me.
File: R493
Child Soldier of Gettysburg, The
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Text recalled by Minnie Aline. He learned from his father. The barrel had stopped firing its deadly projectiles into the air. His shot was no longer heard through the dark clouds of gloomy despair. Broken oak tree in the fields of Gettysburg. A child soldier, an only child, with matted hair and short breaths. He was resting on his sword and gun, rapidly sinking into the arms of death. She lifted her hand and wiped away a tear. "Take it home." he said, "a word. The one I love is still waiting to hear the latest news from Gettysburg." It is my mother I speak of, because I know her pain will be great And tears will wet her pale cheeks when she finally hears me I am all that she has left to love, my Father's voice is heard no more He left Antietam up above , but I'm leaving Gettysburg. Take home, he said, my sword and pistol, souvenirs of my early fall, and hang them where the setting sun shines against the hut wall. They're all that's left I can bequeath, I served them well in deed and word [ ... ] Gettysburg."[ ... ].[ ... ]. The sun had kissed the peaks of the mountains, one more fight his chest heaved And with her name on his lips he fell asleep in Gettysburg They gathered around that noble form as the drums echoed through the valley Child soldier of Gettysburg (The last line of each verse is repeated.)
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As collected by Franz Rickaby from Mrs. L. L. Taylor in 1922. Transcribed from a copy of the Rickaby transcript provided by Tom Caw at the MillsMusic Library in Wisconsin. The barrel had stopped firing the deadly missiles into the air. it was heard through dark clouds of somber despair, and not a sound broke the silence save here and there a wailing under some hedgerow or mangled oak in the fields of Gettysburg. (Repeat last line for chorus.) A boy soldier, only child, with matted hair and panting, lay (sic.) resting on his sword and gun, sinking swiftly into the arms of death. She lifted her hand and wiped away a tear. "Take home," he said, "a little word because the one I love now waits to hear the latest news from Gettysburg." I would talk about my mother, because I know her pain will be great, and tears will wet her pale face when she hears from me again. I'm all he has to love, my father's voice is heard no more. He went up from Amsterdam, and I'll go up from Gettysburg. "They gathered around that noble form. Rumbles echo in the air. They laid him in his new-made grave under the trees he fell through, And on the bark in deep letters they carved his name with his own sword. He left with his own sword. dreams without dreams sleep, a soldier boy from Gettysburg.
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From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads (1995 John Donald ed.), p. 311. No source information is provided. When I was a fair maiden, at sixteen, I ran away from my parents to become a soldier; I enlisted in the army and became a soldier, and they taught me how to play the rub-a-dub-a-dum. With my pretty bonnet and my feathers, if you had seen me, you would have said and sworn what a boy I was; With my slim waist so slender and my little fingers long, I could play rub-a-dub best of all. Ah, many were the games I played in the field, and many were those of the young man. love revealed to me; and I fought so boldly, though I was only a girl, many jokes I've seen the French make. My officers favored me: for fear of being killed. he took me to London to watch the tower, 'I stayed many days and hours. Many nights I slept in the guardroom, I was never afraid to sleep with men; I took off my clothes, often smiling at the thought of sleeping with soldiers and a maid the whole time. He had not been in London a year, but only three, when a beautiful young woman he fell in love with. I; It was then that she told him that she was a maiden; She went to my officer and my secret betrayed him. My officers called me to ask if it was true; What else could he do? I told them it was. Smiling at me, they said, "It's a shame we lost a drummer like the one you created." "You will receive a reward, my son, and a king's pension." But if war breaks out again and the king needs men, I will field my regiments and fight for him again.
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Soldier Life, A
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A Soldier's Life (Sweet William) By John Harrington Cox, Folk-Songs Mainly From West Virginia (published as Part Two by George Herzog, Herbert Halpert, George Boswell, editors, Traditional Ballads and Folk-Songs Mainly from West Virginia), # 11, pp. 145-146. From Jessie McCue, Hookersville, November 10, 1925. A soldier's life is dull, it robs poor girls of their hearts' joys, it makes them weep and mourn the loss of a soldier who will never return. I heard my father call my name, saying, "Here is a letter for my Jane." And the first words that came to my eyes were that my soldier son was going to die. I followed my soldier to the grave, we put him to bed. with the true and brave; His battle is over, he has gone to rest, He sleeps peacefully on his Saviour's bosom. There is nothing in this world that I love. My hopes are in things above; When God calls me, I'll go with joy, And there I'll shake hands with my boy soldier. (verses 1, 4, 6, 7 of 7)
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someone is tall and handsome
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[Someone] From Jean Ritche, Singing Family of the Cumberlands, pp. 55-56. Someone is tall and handsome, Someone is affectionate and true, Someone's hair is very black and so is Someone's eyes. I love someone a lot, I love someone truly, I love someone with all my heart, and someone loves me back. Someone came to see me, someone came last night; someone asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes. the day is not far off (sic.) when I shall be somebody's bride. Someone is tall and handsome, Someone is affectionate and true, Someone's hair is very black, Someone's eyes too.
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Someone, by Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 464-465. "[Heard by Edwin Ford Piper over his pioneer mother's singing in the 1880s on a farm near Auburn, Nebraska."1 Somebody's tall and handsome, Somebody's brave and true. Someone's hair is very blonde, Someone's eyes are blue.2 Someone came to see me, Someone came last night. Someone asked me to marry him, of course I said, "Okay."
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Tommy De Anne Warner, American Traditional Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #163, pp, 370-371. From the song by Martha Ann Midgette of North Carolina. Collected 1941. A highly localized version. Tommy came to see me, Tommy came over last night, Tommy asked me to marry him, Of course I said yes. eye of him, he said that Tommy had asked for me. Tommy went to ask my dad, dad went out to see. Dad came back with a smile on his face, said he was glad to be rid of me. a store. Tommy will take me away and we'll live forever.
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someone is waiting for me
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #160, pp. 362-363. Apparently combined with the singing of C. K. "Tink" Tillett (1940) and Dick Tillett (1972), both from North Carolina. Once upon a time, it was a long time ago, a year or maybe three, I was unemployed and had no money, when an old tar said to me, "Would you like to come and enjoy yourself while you're young and stout and strong?" So the next day we sailed to the dear old favela song. Chorus There's someone waiting for me In an old shack by the sea In the land where I'd like to be There's someone waiting for me (1 additional verse)
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Somersetshire hunting song
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 437-438. Provided by Sandys. There is no pleasure comparable to chasing a hare, in the morning, in the morning, when the weather is fine and pleasant. Cho: With our horses and our dogs, we'll run across the land, And sing traro, huzza! And sing traro, huzza! And we sing traro, brave boys, let's carry on. And when the poor kitty gets up, Then she'll get away from us; And let's go, boys, let's go, A loud, roaring scream! Cho. With our horses, &c. And when the poor cat dies, We'll retreat from the field; And we will count the children, and we will count on the same good income tomorrow. Cho. With our horses, &c.
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sometimes I'm in this country
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Recorded by Frank and Anne Warner of Lee Monroe Presnell, Beech Mountain, North Carolina, 1951. From the recording "HerBright Smile Haunts Me Still", Appleseed APR CD 1035. Transcribed by Robert Waltz. in this city, sometimes the thought that I'm going to drown comes to mind, but these cold currents of water my body can deceive. day The night seems long and welcome (?) Almost dawn. I'm listening to your answer; Pretty lady, what you say? Your answer Everything for me remains. You say you have a new love And they leave me alone. Farewell, false-hearted lady; I'm young, and the world is big.
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From a pamphlet, described by Jonathan Lighter (who transcribed) as follows: "a New Orleans pamphlet, presumably printed in 1861." Song of the New Orleans Times I'm a poverty bum, From Gretna town I come, Old poverty forces me out in the rain; in all kinds of weather, wet or dry, I am forced to find my livelihood, or else I die again. Chorus--So combine my humble ditty, From town to town we go, Like any other good fellow We like our lager, We like our lager, ˇ[sic We are the libertines of poverty. The children of Old Good Cheer. My coat was in fashion about 20 years ago, my shoes I found on Camp Street, my socks near Union Row, then I got a scarf to decorate my body, I got it from a black squeal [sic who lived in Notre Dame. Chorus. My hat I got from a sailor Some 7 long years at sea, My shirt I found on the docks, Everyone but me avoided it Well done my boys, It wouldn't sink so low. Chorus. I was once a womanizer, I dressed so neat and tidy, They said I was too pretty to live, and sweet enough to eat, But now my clothes are threadbare, Old poverty got me fast, Boys and girls now shun I. , and give me room to pass. Chorus.
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Rambling Rake, as presented in William Allen Hayes, _Selected Songs Sung at Harvard College from 1862 to 1866_. Transcript by Jonathan Lighter I am the tramp of poverty, From the town of Tipperary I come: That poverty compels me to go out in the rain. In any kind of weather, wet or dry, I must earn an honest living, or else lie down and die. Chorus. -So come, buy my humble song: from city to city I go, like every good guy, I like my beer, like every good guy, I like my beer, I am the libertine tramp of poverty, son of a gambler, son of, son of , son of, son of, son of player. I bought my coat from a sailor, just seven long years at sea; I picked up my hat from an old pile of dust, which everyone but me avoided. At last I got a handkerchief to adorn my body with: I stole it from an old Jewish shop 'over in Maiden Lane'. Oh! I was once a womanizer, it felt so good and sweet; they said it was too good to live and good enough to eat; but now my clothes are in tatters and poverty imprisons me; nose and sneer as I pass.
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song of all nations
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From Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #69, pp. 171-172. Compiled by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. I will sing you the song of all nations With some reservations. If some are left out, you will certainly find them in a different classification. Can you tell me what an Irishman is made of? Tell me what is an Irishman made of? Its clover so green and a jug of poteen, and that's what an Irishman is made of. What are old ones made of? Your hat and your shawl and your youth to remember. What are big boys made of? Drinking, fighting and staying out all night. What are big girls made of? Powder and paint and tied up until you pass out. What are children made of? .(Verses 1-2, 11-14 of 16)
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Joaquin's Song (Wakken), The
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Wakken By Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 332. "Reported in 1916 by Miss Mildred Pall... from her grandfather." I suppose you've heard of that notorious horse thief, Wakken; they caught him in Calaveras and he didn't take the joke; the rangers cut off his head; now they're soaked (1 additional verse plus chorus)
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Song of the Tangier Gold Mines
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 145, pp. 316-318. "Sung by ... Mr. Hiram O. Hilshie, Dartmouth", said to be the nephew of songwriter Catherine Hart. Oh, in one thousand eight hundred and sixty-one. All in the month of May, when Nova Scotia was very poor, as I always heard them say; but since I have a secret, I will tell a story, behind the port of Tangier and Pope, where they are taking the gold (11 additional verses plus half a verse)
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Sons of Levi (Knights of Malta)
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John Ord's Knights of Malta, Songs and Ballads from Bothy de Ord, pp. 392-393. Come all, knights, knights of Malta, In your shining armor, Help your good and worthy Prince To protect the divine ark; For we are the true sons of Levi, Few on earth can compare with us, We are the root and branch of David, The bright and glorious star of the morning. a knight in shining armor demanded of me what my will was. Because we are the sons of Levi born of the green, Few on earth can compare with us; We wear the black and scarlet garter, and on our left breast a shining star. After asking me a few questions, which I answered with some trepidation, I was told that neither Turks nor pagans could enter here at all. Because we are the true sons of Levi, &c. With a cross and a star placed in my bosom, And justice girded my loins, Always remember where the twelve stones On Jordan's shore meet. Because we are free sons of Levi, &c. Noah planted the first garden; Moses planted the first rod, smote the waters for the Egyptians, and turned Jordan to blood. Because we are legitimate sons of Levi, &c. When Joshua and I crossed the Jordan, we carried these twelve stones, it was the twelve priests and our great teacher who carried the Ark of God. Because we are free-born sons of Levi, &c. There were seven trumpets with ram's horns sounding loudly before the ark; Gilgal was our resting place and there we left our sacred mark. Because we are the true sons of Levi, &c. Come, all brothers, join me and carry the cross as I did; come, enter this blessed temple installed near Jerusalem. Because we are the free sons of Levi, &c. Wide is the road that leads to destruction, Many will pass through it; Come to me and my room, For Solomon's temple is free from sin. For we are the true sons of Levi, Few on earth can compare with us, For we are the root and branch of David, The bright and glorious star of the morning.
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 99-100. Reprinted from Doyle (1955 edition), p. 54. Copied by Lizzie C. Rose, Fox Harbour, Labrador, 1927. Launched March 12, shipped shortly thereafter. To try his luck in the Gulf led by Captain Clark. He had one hundred and seventy men, a strong and vigorous race, some from St. John's and Brigus and over Harbor Grace. (7 additional verses)
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Southern soldier boy, the (Barbro Buck)
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From Lois Hill, Civil War Poems and Songs, p. 216Bob Roebuck is my love's name, he's gone to war and gone, he's fighting for his dear Nannie, his sword is girded; he is fighting for his true love, his enemies whom he defies; is the love of my heart, my southern soldier. Chorus -- Me! Hey! I! Hey! I! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! He is my only joy, He is my heart's darling, My soldier of the South.
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Barbro's informant BuckRandolph combined the verse and chorus. From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume II, #238, p. 307. Collected in 1930 from Mrs. A.J. Forgy of Center Point, Arkansas. Barbro Buck is the name of my beloved. He went to war and left. He is fighting for his beloved nanny. His sword is buckled. He is fighting for his true love. He is my only joy. He is the darling of my heart, my soldier of the south.
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The Spanish Cabinet of Louise Pound, American Songs and Ballads, No. 106, p. 218. From a text collected by Lillian Gear Boswell near Junction, Wyoming in 1913. The Spanish woodworker stood under a tree and played a song on his gautar, my dear, the song so sweet I always repeat, remember what I say and be honest. Estimated. Say baby, say, when I'm away, Sometimes you might think of me baby. Sunny days, soon they will pass, Remember what I say and be true my dear. To war, to war I must go, To fight for my country and you, my dear, And if I fall, I would ask blessings for you and my country in vain. When the war is over, I will come back to you, back to my country and you, my dear; but if they kill me, you can look for me in vain, on the battlefield Find me.
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From the 1887 edition of Merchant's Gargling Oil Songster (which actually shows a Spanish-looking man playing a lute-like instrument to a girl on the cover), p. 19. A Spanish gentleman was in his retreat, And on his guitar he played a song, my dear, The music so sweet, that they often repeated, The blessing of my country and you, my dear. Chorus - Say it darling, say it, when I'm away sometimes you might think of me darling, the sunny days will soon fade away, remember what I say and be true darling. I'm going to war, to war I must go. Fight for my country and you, my dear, but if I fell in vain, I would call blessings from my country and you, my dear. And when the war is done with you, I'll be back; Back to my country and you my dear, but if they kill me you can look for me in vain; On the battlefield you will find me.
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From Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of Ballads, No. 161, pp. 807-810. Source not listed. Will you listen to a Spanish lady how she wooed an English man? Garment gaudy and rich as can be, Bejeweled, she wore; Of gracious countenance and grace she was, And by birth and parentage of high rank. (15 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 72-73. Come, good people, listen to me, I'll tell you a funny joke about a Spottee who lived in the key of the law, Who had neither house nor harbor. Whitburn's old wives did not know what to ask for, as they dared not come to see their husbands when they came to the key; baby tee, that naughty guy they call Spottee? (Verses 1-2 of 8)
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 44-45. From the third edition (1955) of Doyle's Old Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland. The spring of ninety-seven boys. from the port; We thought that we would not have much delay and the load would be sporty. (10 additional verses)
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, Editor, and Richard Johnston, Music Editor, Folk Songs of Canada (First Edition), p. 182. Apparently the version published by the author, Arthur Scammell. Oh, all the fish are caught and the squids are all jigged, and the snares are caught and the schooners are laid low; all the hands around the cutters are driving smoke, while jacob is holding a left handed rope (9 additional verses)
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From Mary Wheeler, Steamboatin' Days, pp. 16-17. "On the Song of an Old Negro Who Worked in the House of Joe Fowler." Stavin Chain is dead and gone, leave it to me to keep up the good work everyone should be like Stavin Chain. the rivuh, I'll take some bags, I'll see my wife before I go back, everyone must be lak Stavin Chain. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I can hardly tell which woman to trust, Everyone should be like Stavin Chain. Above, Mr. Butcup and below, Mr. Bear. It looks really dirty, but there's a good man there. Everyone should be like Stavin Chain.
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 1, pp. 47-48. From the Corner of Allen Kelly, Chaplin Island Road, 1963. Come, hear a story no one can deny. It happened on a Tuesday, July 30th. , and landed (loaded?) with human cargo. (6 additional stanzas, some of them fragmentary)
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Stella Kenney [Leyes F37]
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', pp. 151-153. It was a dark and stormy night, on the second of May; Stell Kenny was murdered, she was on her way home. With her uncle Rob Frazier, where he's been to stay; she spent ten long months with him before her fateful day. (12 additional verses)
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', pp. 20-21. By the river the willows grow tall, Whippoorwill calling, hear their mournful call. Hear your sad call, darling, hear your sad call, By the riverside, hear your sad call. From the other side of the mountain comes his beautiful girlfriend, knowing full well that she's on the wrong side. Knowing that he swore to murder and kill all of his kin on the hill. they betrayed their own blood relatives. Both kneel, for nothing can save you, Here you will rest, both in the same grave. (Verses 1, 4, 9 of 10)
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He Loves Sugar and Tea, by Thomas W. Talley, Black Folk Rhymes, pp. 84-85. It is article #112 (pp. 72-73) in Charles K. Wolfe's revised edition. Mistah Buster loves sugar and tea. Mistah Buster, he has a sweet tooth. Mistah Buster, he's a Jim-dandy! Rock the girls so close at hand. Charlie's up and Charlie's down. Charlie's fine and dandy, Every time he go to town, He gets the girls candy. (2 additional verses)
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Green Suit, The
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From James N. Healy, ed., The Mercier Book of Old Irish Street Ballads, Volume Two (1969), #8, pp. 42-43. Source not indicated. My master sent me to find a man he wished to see. He took me to legal Dublin rights to show me around. He took me to a merchant's shop with as clean a cloth as possible. Embroidered with gold ribbons, he bought me a green suit. One summer afternoon, while I was walking through a dark forest, not thinking about anything bad, he declared himself my love, laid his head on my chest and said the most sincere words to me. he said 'I'm afraid my life is in danger for wearing the green suit' (6 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 27-29. Verse 1. Boys! call a ring and hear huz sing The sport we had at Swalwell, oh, merry game oh the busy day, ho'way, marrow us, and i'll tell you, oh the sun shines warm on whickham bank, we'll lay it down if at Dolly's, O, Y listen to boot mony, a funny joke performed by the boys at Crowley's, O. (8 additional verses)
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The Swapping Song By Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, #93, pp. 215-216 From Mrs. Weldon Bradshaw, Canton, Ohio. 1. When I was little and I lived alone, all the bread and cheese I had I put on the shelf on the way home. 2. When rats and mice brought me this life, I had to go to London to find a wife. 3. When the streets were so wide and the alleys so narrow, I had to carry her home in an old barrel with wheels. 4. My foot slipped and I fell, and the wheel cylinder collapsed, handcuffs and all. 5. When I changed my wheel cylinder and got a horse, And then I rode from cross to cross. 6. When I changed horses and bought a mare, and then rode from fair to fair. 7. And I traded my mare and bought myself a mule, and then I rode like an idiot. 8. When I traded my mule and bought a cow, and in that trade I just learned. 9. And I traded my cow and bought a calf, and in that trade I only lost half. When I traded in my calf and bought a sheep, I rode until I fell asleep.11. When I traded in my sheep and bought a chicken, and, oh, what a beautiful thing I had then!12. When I traded in my chicken and bought a mouse, I put it in the haystack with two kittens.13. When I traded in my mouse and got a mole, and the damn thing went right into the hole.
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From _Gammer Gurton's Garland_, 1784 as printed in William S. Baring-Gould and Ceil Baring-Gould, _The Annotated Mother Goose_, p. 96, item # 115. My father died, but I can't say how, he left me six horses to drive my plow I sold my six horses and bought a cow, I'd like to make my fortune, but I didn't know how. With my denim wang wang oh, Jack sings the saddle oh, Blowsey boys blow bubbles oh, Under the broom. (3 additional verses)
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sweet from time to time
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From the score published in 1868 by Oliver Ditson & Co.Title page inscribedSweet By And By by J.P.WEBSTER1. There is a land that is more beautiful than daylight, and by faith we can see it from afar, because the Father waits along the way to prepare a home for us there. CHORUS: *In sweet little by little, In sweet little by little, We'll meet on this beautiful beach, In sweet little by little, In sweet little by little, We'll meet on this beautiful beach,2 . We'll sing on that fair shore, The melodious songs of the blessed, And our spirits will suffer no more -- Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.3. To our bountiful Father above we will render the tribute of praise, for the glorious gift of his love, and for the blessing that hallows our days!* The choir's harmonies are complex. Only the tenor has full text, but the music can also be treated as a call and response, with the tenor and bass responding to soprano/contralto/tenor. I showed the tenor line.
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sweet genevieve
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From the score published in 1869 by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Title Page with Inscription To my excellent friends and students, John C. Meacham, New York. Song by Sweet Genevieve Chorus Lyrics by GEORGE COOPER MUSIC BY HENRY TUCKER1. Oh, Genevieve, I would give the world to relive the beautiful past! The rose of youth was covered with dew; But now it withers in the explosion. I see your face in every dream, My waking thoughts are full of you; His gaze is on the beam of stars That falls along the Summer Sea. CHOIR. Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve, Days may come, days may pass, But still memory's hands weave The happy dreams of old.2. Linda Genevieve, my youthful love, the years make you sweeter! My heart will never, never wander: You are my only lodestar. For me the past has no regrets Whatever the years may bring me; I bless the hour we met, the hour that gave me love and you! O Genevieve!
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sweet clover kitty
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 286-288. From Mrs. Elizabeth A. Hubbard. Sweet Kitty Clover, she pissed me off so, oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh! Her face was round and red and plump, like a pulpit cushion or redder than that. AI Ai Ai Ai Ai! Sweet Kitty Clover, she pissed me off so, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
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By Henry Randall Waite, _College Songs: A Collection of New and Popular Songs of the American Colleges_, New and Expanded Edition, Oliver Ditson & Co., 1887, p. 63. It is said to be "used with permission", but the source and author are not mentioned. Roll down, sweet chariot, come take me home, Roll down, sweet chariot, come take me home.1. I looked at Jordan and what did I see coming to take me home? A flock of angels coming after me, coming to take me home.2. If you get there before me, Coming to take me home, Tell all my friends I'm coming too, Coming to take me home.3. The brightest day I've ever seen, Coming to take me home, When Jesus washed away my sins Coming to take me home.4. Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down, coming to take me home, but still my soul feels like it's in heaven, coming to take me home.
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By Helen Hartness Flanders and Marguerite Olney, BalladsMigrant in New England, pp. 224-225. By Edward Richards of Warren, Connecticut. Collected in 1949. Lying on his deathbed. His eyes were darkening as he weakly called his crying son to him. from his horns bring the sword of Bunker Hill; but quickly from his horns bring the sword of Bunker Hill. (3 additional verses)
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Boat capsizing on the high seas
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Capsizing a Fully Rigged Ship Off the Coast From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 147, pp. 321-323. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." our slack decks, our taur clamps, and the slightest rumble of rumble, the waves were a black storm cloud brewing. (14 additional verses) * According to Creighton, informant Ben Henneberry found this in a book and set a melody to it. His text, however, does not agree with the published version, which begins with "The weather leaching of topsail chills".
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By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 212, p. 221. The source is not indicated. Taylor fell through the bed, skinny and a', Taylor fell through the thimble of the bed and a'; The blanket was thin and the sheets were small, the Taylor fell through the bed, thimble and 'a bed. (3 additional verses)
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Tall Pine, The (Samsonville song)
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The Tall Pine By Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, # 176, p. 636. Sung by Celia Kelder and Mary Avery. That tall pine you see plainly Over the hill, And beneath its roots there's a little stream That runs through Samsonville; And beneath its roots is a little stream That runs through Samsonville. (2 additional verses)
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From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), Number XXIV, pp. 77-78. No source is mentioned. It was the month of February when Tam was widowed for the first time. I'll rehearse these words for you about old Tam Barrow. Your mukle coat, your disheveled wig, oh vow! he looked sad, he put you in a fricht, Ginance came to you. He was a long time widower, until he grew up tap dancer; She washed her face, fixed her hair, It was a lustful fallow, And the girls blinked past them, In old Tam Barrow. they consent, of them he released his breast. But he is for a rich widow to win, That she has taken a white and yellow bath,-Would you consent to marry me? Say old Tam Barrow? I will put your children in school, I will make it easy for you; you'll sit warm by my fire when you get old and mad. --Pack up your children and go, says old Tam Barrow.
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tavern in the village
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There Is a Tavern in the Town From a score published in 1891 by Willis Woodward & Co. The music, funnily enough, is credited to F.J. Adams, but the whole thing is copyright Franklin Robinson. Inscribed title page THERE IS A * * TAVERN IN THE CITY Song and chorus The success of the seasons1. There is a tavern in the city, in the city,* And there my dear love sits, sits And drinks his wine amid free laughter, And never, never thinks of me. CHORUS Good luck to you, cause I must go, Don't let parting bring you down, And remember that best friends must go, they must go Goodbye, goodbye, good friends, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, I can't stay any longer with you, stay with you, I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow, and may the world go well with you.2. Left me for a black maiden, black maiden,* Every Friday night they used to shine, they used to shine, And now my love once true to me, Take that black maiden on your knee.3. Oh! dig my grave wide and deep, wide and deep,* place tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet, and carve a turtledove on my breast, to signify that I have died of love.* This echo, and ONLY this echo (the first in each verse), it is marked as "screamed"
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teach the rover
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From Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, No. 78, pp. 261-263. Derived from John Masefield's 1906 A Sailor's Garland. their admiration ceases; You've heard of Teach the Rover and his Knavery on the Main; Like gold he was a lover, he loved a taint. (9 additional verses)
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mocking songs
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 4, Aug 28, 2021, as posted by user John5918. My father cleans toilets, works day and night, and when he comes home in the morning, he smells like a bucket of... {Chorus} ... polish your buds with Brasso, only threepence a can, you can buy it or steal it from Woolworths, I doubt they have.File:EM256
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #75, p. 181. From the Lena Bourne Fish Ridge of New Hampshire. Collected in 1940. Oh my God, the world is on fire, News sent over a telegraph wire! Lord have mercy, just think, News sent to Mexico faster than the blink of an eye! Chorus Oh darling, what am I supposed to do? Every year brings something new! Cyrus Field, gained notoriety by laying a cable to the City of London. Ben Franklin certainly made a name for himself when he brought down that annoying ray. (3 additional verses)
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tent tonight
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From the score published in 1864 by Oliver Ditson & Co. Title Page Tenting on the Old Camp Ground WORDS AND MUSIC BY WALTER KITTREDGE Adapted and sung by the HUTCHINSON FAMILY "TRIBE OF ASA"1. We're camping tonight at the old camp, Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear. CHOIR. Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Longing for the war to end; Many are the hearts that seek the right To see the dawn of peace. Camp tonight, Camp tonight, Camp at the old camp.2. We camped tonight at the old camp, thinking of the days gone by, the loved ones who shook our hands and the tears that said, "Goodbye!"3. We are war-weary in the old camp, Many are dead and gone, Of the brave and loyal who left their homes, Others long wounded.4. We have been fighting today in the old camp, . Many lie near; Some are dead and some are dying, Many are crying. Last verse/Last time. Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing the war would cease; .dying tonight, dying tonight, dying in the old camp.
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terrier dog, the
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #123, pp. 464-465. From the song by George Edwards. A man, he had a terrier dog, he had a bosom terrier. This dog got this man in a lot of ugly messes. to bite; if you touched the man, the animal would certainly fight. (Eight additional stanzas, one of them fragmentary)
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From Ella Mary Leather, Folk-Lore of Herefordshire, pp. 197-198. Four texts, all nearly identical. The main text ("A") is by William Colcombe, collected at Weobley in 1904. Collected variations on "B" (W. Hancocks, Monnington, 1908), "C" (Eliza Smith, Weobley, 1908) and "D" (G. Lewis, Hardwick, 1909). TEXT "A" (Colcombe)1. There is a fountain of the blood of Christ2. Open wide to drown our sins3. Where Jesus is with open arms4. Of mercy to invite us in. There is only one variant among the four texts: Line 2: "for": A ] "for": B C DFile: Leath197
There was a lady in the east
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The Maiden of the East By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #84, pp. 270-271. From the song by Florence Bateman of Lower Derby and Marie Hare of Strathadam, 1962. There was a maiden who lived in the East, she was only twenty years old, and she had the best boyfriends, boys, lords and squires in abundance. And she had the best boyfriends, and they adored her, but she loved her Jimmy ten times more than all those men of honor. (5 additional verses)
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 99, pp. 223-224. From Mrs. H.E. Deal, Canton, Ohio. He got it from his mother, who reported learning it in her youth at Staffordshite.1. There was a man and he was angry and he blew up the bag of pudding. But the pudding bag was so thin that it jumped into a wine bottle.3. The wine bottle was so clear it jumped into a beer bottle.4. The beer bottle was so thick it bounced on a stick notch.5. The notch pole was so narrow that it jumped into a wheelbarrow.6. The wheelbarrow made such a wheel That it jumped on the back of a horse.7. The horse's back bent so much that it jumped to a bent point.8. The scratched end was so rotten it jumped into a cotton bag.9. The cotton bag set him on fire and blasted him to Jeremiah! Blow! Blow! Blow!
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There was an old miser
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #48, pp. 188-189. From the song of Walt Wermouth There was an old miser in London who lived, He had a fair daughter, a fair girl, And when this old miser was out of the way, A sailor courted her day and night. .And when this old miser came to find out, he unseated a sea captain at once, and went, saying, "Captain, bold captain, I have good news to tell, I have a young sailor in transport to sell." 6 additional verses)
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There was an old woman and she had a little pig
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From Jean Ritchie, Jean Ritchie's Singing Family of the Cumberlands, pp. 207-210. There was an old lady and she had a little pig, Mmm-mmm-mmm. There was an old lady and she had a little pig, Mmm-mmm-mmm. There was an old woman and she had a little pig, it didn't take long 'cause it wasn't very big, Mmm-mmm-mmm.(7 additional verses)
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There will be hot weather (in old town tonight)
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A Hot Time in the Old Town By Sigmund Spaeth, Read 'Em and Weep (Revised ed.), pp. 203-204. Come on, get ready, put on your bran, bran new dress For the wine of Dere to be a meeting in that good, good old town, when you hear the preaching begin, come down to chase your sin away, and when you have religion, you want to shout and sing, there's gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight, my baby, where you met everybody and everybody knew you And you've got a rabbit's foot to keep the hoodoo away, When you hear the bells ring, ling, ling, Everybody gather Around and sweetly you shall sing, And when the verse ends In chorus, all unite, there'll be a hot time in the old town tonight. (1 additional verse)
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impossible things
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 385-386. "[F]from the Gernsey Manuscript." Near a green and shady forest, I was alone, as I supposed. and there with me she begged me to heal her when I intended to marry her. tortoise shells become diamond rings Pearl and brass are compared When gold grows on eagle's wings Fair maiden I will wed you. (Verses 1, 3 of 6)
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thirty days in jail
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #174, p. 392. From J. B Sutton's North Carolina song, 1941. Good morning, Blues, Blues, how are you? Good morning, Blues, Blues, how are you? I just came here to talk to you. Thirty days in prison, With my back to the wall, Thirty days in prison, With my back to the wall, Look, Mr. Jailer, put another man at my post. (1 additional verse)
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endris tonight
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Untitled. De Roman Dyboski, _Songs, Carols, and Other Miscellaneous Poemsfrom the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace Book_, KeganPaul, 1907 (several reprints now exist in print on demand), #35, pp. 125-26. The spelling is mostly Dyboski, with the abbreviations unmarked and obsolete letters modernized (e.g. th for thorn). & eyer a-monge, A mayden songe: "Lulley, by, by, lully, lullay!" A lovely lady sat and sang And to her son she said "My son, my lord, my dear dear, why do you feel this way?" in the hay? My own son right, how are you, aren't you very God? additional stanzas)
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This is not my home Ain (me)
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This Is No Mine Ain House By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 216, p. 225. The source is not indicated. Ah, this house is not mine, I know from the equipment, since I exchanged vows with my love, I don't like it very much. For now that I'm young Robie's bridge, And loving his house, I like to guide mine in my house, And please me with activation. (2 additional verses)
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This lady wears a dark green shawl
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This Lady She Wears a Dark-Green Shawl By Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 142-143. From a JAFL article by Loraine Darby, "Ring-Games from Georgia". This lady is wearing a dark green shawl, A dark green shawl, a dark green shawl, This lady is wearing a dark green shawl, my heart! Now choose for your lover, honey, my love, honey, my love! Darling, my love! Now choose for your mistress, dear, my love, I love her with all my heart! (2 additional verses)
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this old world
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Sung by the Golden Ring Singers and printed by Charles W. Darling in The New American Songster, p. 259. This old world is full of pain, Full of disease, weak and sore. If you really love your neighbor, Love will come to you more. We are all children of the same Father, we are also all brothers and sisters, if you love each other, love and mercy will reach you. This old world is full of sorrow, full of disease, weak and in pain.
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Additional Verses: I (RBW) learned this somewhere with the verse I will get up and go to Jesus, He will hold me in His arms. In the arms of our beloved Saviour, Oh, there are ten thousand amulets. Which brings us to other lines associated with this song: Come, source of all blessings, move my heart to sing your praise. Streams of mercy, without ceasing, call for louder songs of praise. Here I will lift up my songs in praise. I'm tied up. And I hope for your good taste, Return home safely.
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The lyrics of "Mercy, O son of David" appear in the original Holy Harp (1971, Denson's reviews, p. 56, to Villulia's tune) as follows: Mercy, O son of David, so prayed poor blind Bartimaeus. His grace was saved, now give me your help. Money was not what he wanted, although he lived by begging; but he asked and Jesus granted, an alms that none but he could give. my eyes behold the day; He saw directly and won out of kindness, he followed Jesus on the road. On page 52, under the heading "Charlestown", we find the first verse above (except it is simply "blind Bartimaeus" instead of "poor blind Bartimaeus") and this second verse: Many rebuked him for his weeping, but he cried still higher, until the merciful Savior said to him, "Come and ask me what you want." George Pullen Jackson, White Spirituals in the Southern Uplands, page 135, gives the song "Restoration" as number 13 on the list of the 80 most popular songs, with two sets of words: 1 2 Mercy, oh you It's David's , the stream of Jordan will never flood me So prayed blind Bartimaeus. While my Savior is by my side.
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three blind jellyfish
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 24, Aug 29, 2021, as posted by user John5918. Three blind jellyfish, three blind jellyfish, three blind jellyfish sitting on a rock. (Spoken) And one fell. {Boos}Two blind jellyfish...{Spoken) And another one fell. {Boos} A blind jellyfish... {Spoken) And it fell. {Boos} No blind jellyfish... {Spoken) And one goes on again. {Cheers} A blind jellyfish... {Spoken) And another one comes back. {Applause}Two blind jellyfish...{Spoken) And another one comes back. {Jelly} Three blind jellyfish... {Spoken) And one fell. {Boos}etc, etc, etc, ad nauseam.File: LTCS3BlJ
three Blind Rats
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Text printed in Ravenscroft's Deuteromelia, 1609. Transcribed from photograph in Fuld. The first letter is an enlarged decorated cap, which explains why the "H" in the first "Three" is capitalized. Musical notation is archaic, with the vertical strokes above the note rather than next to it; the bills themselves are square (diamonds) rather than round, and there are no measurement indications. Although "blind" is spelled "blind", it is clearly pronounced as a single syllable, as there is only one note in the song. Similarly with "ferapte", "tripe" and "licke". Three blind mice, three blind mice, give me Iulian, give me Iulian the Miller and his merry wife, she kidnapped your belly while you licked the knife.
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three leaf clover
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 135, p. 370. Collected from Maxine Tillett, apparently from Nag's Head, North Carolina. No collection date given.1 As we left dear old Ireland, in the merry month of June, The birds sang sweetly; all nature seemed in tune. An Irish girl came to me with sad tears in her eyes, and as she said these words to me, she wept bitterly. 'Kind sir, I ask a favor; oh, grant it to me, please; It's not much I ask of you, but it will lighten my heart. Take this to my brother Ned across the sea. And don't forget to tell him, sir, that they were sent by me. Chorus: Three-leaf clover, the Irishman's clover, From your dear sister; He also gave his blessing. 'Take this to my brother, because I don't have another one. And these are the shamrocks from his dear old mother's grave.'2 'And tell him, since he has gone, how bitter our lot has been. The landlord came one winter's day and kicked us out of the crib. Our problems were so many; our friends so few. And, dear brother, our mother often sighed for you; "Oh, dear son, come back to me," he used to say. Poor me! one day she fell ill and was soon fired. I watered her grave with my tears; that's where those flowers grew. And, dear brother, they are all I have and I have sent them to you.
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Three little girls went skating
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From _Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book (Volume II)_, c., 1744, as printed in William S. Baring-Gould and Ceil Baring-Gould,_The Annotated Mother Goose_, p.46, item #32.Three Children Sliding on Ice on a summer day, when it fell, they all fell, the rest ran away. Oh! if those children had been at school, or slipping on dry ground, ten thousand pounds to a penny, they would not have drowned. Pray to keep them all at home.
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Three Drowned Men (The Great River)
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The Grand River By Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, #38, pp.136-137. Collected from Johnny Flanagan of Erinsville, Ontario, July 1960. He was on the Grand River near a place called Lake Chayere. Four young people got into a boat and moved on. Their intention was to row over the waterfalls, they followed its course, their boat ran with a quick movement and from there they crossed. (2 additional verses)
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, No. 130, p. 439. Apparently from Bert King of Prescott, Arkansas. Three wise old women they were, Who went for a walk on a winter day, One carried a ladder to climb to pick cherries, One carried a basket to pick fruit, The third, she was the wisest, carried a fan to protect herself from the sun (1 additional stanza, eight instead of six lines)
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From Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 494-495. Presumably from some other print collection. Three wise old women were they, right?, Who went for a walk on a winter day. One carried a basket to hold some berries; the wisest -- She had a fan to protect herself from the sun! (3 additional verses)
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Titanic (V), The (Many Hearts Given to Sinking) (Titanic #5)
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, p. 295. Collected "in 1931...from Miss Madeline Baker...of Wayne University." ;At sea, many hearts surrendered, Crying "Closer to you, my God." One man, John Jacob Astor, A man with courage and intelligence, When that great ship was sinking, All the women tried to save. 5 out of 5)
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Titanic (X), The ("Down with the Old Canoe") (Titanic #10)
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As recorded by the Dixon brothers (Howard and Dorsey), Bluebird B7449, 1938. Transcribed by Robert B. Waltz. It was twenty-five years ago, when the wings of death descended and spread across the ocean. A great ship sailed away with its passengers so merry Never, never to reach the other side. CHORUS: Sailing through the pain of winter,* the Titanic was her name When she sailed five hundred miles from shore, Many passengers and crew went down with that old canoe They all went down, never to rise. This great craft was built by man, so it couldn't stand. She couldn't sink was everyone's cry. all their pride They found that God's hand was in everything. Your Titanic sails today; in the sea of life you are far away Because Jesus Christ can take you safely. Just obey his great command, there you will take the land. You'll never go down with that old canoe. When you think you are wise, you shouldn't be surprised. If the hand of God stopped you in the sea of life. If you continue in your sin, you will eventually find yourself as foolish as possible. their fame", but it REALLY sounds like they are singing "the winter blues".
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Tobacco is nothing more than an Indian herb.
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Tobacco Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, p. 263. From a handwritten copy. Tobacco is an Indian herb, it grows green in the morning, it is cut the day before, it shows our decadence, we come from clay; think about it when you're smoking tobacco. The pipe that is as white as the lily, in which most men delight, breaks at the touch, such is the life of men; think about it when you're smoking tobacco. sin, because it requires to be purified by fire; think about it when you're smoking tobacco. Think about it when you're smoking tobacco. The dust that falls from the pipe shows that we are nothing more than dust, because we came from dust, and we must return, think about it when you are. smoke tobacco.* The book appears to print a dot after "in", but this is clearly an error.
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tabasco
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #158, p. 589. From Celia Kelder's song. You can talk about its cities, its steady growth in size, boast about its county and company headquarters and railroads and factories and all you have to see, but the little place of Tabasco is good enough for me. (2 additional verses)
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Todlin Hame
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Todlen Hame By James Johnson, Editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume III, No. 275, p. 284. The source is not indicated. When I have a saxpence under my control, Then I will get credit in the city of Ilka: But alas, when I am poor they ask me to survive, Oh, poverty is good company Todlen hame, todlen hame, Oh! Cou'dna my love come todlen hame (3 additional verses)
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Tom a Bedlam (Bedlam Boys)
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Mad Maudlin Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 181-182. Based on copy of Pills to Purge Melancholy. To find my Tom of Bedlam I'll travel ten thousand years, Mad Maudlin goes with dirty feet to save her shoes from the gravel. However, I will sing beautiful boys, beautiful boys crazy, Bedlam boys are beautiful; They still walk naked, live off the air and don't need drink or money. Now I am sorry that poor Tom was so slighted, my mind is at a loss since I contradicted him, what makes me go thus in chains: yet shall I sing, &c. My staff has slain Giants, my purse carries a long knife, To cut minced meat from the thighs of children, wherewith I feast the Fairies: Even so will I sing, &c. My horn is made of thunder, I stole it from heaven, The rainbow there is that I wear, for which I was cast out. Yet will I sing, &c. One morning I went to Pluto's kitchen to buy some food, And there I found very hot souls, with whom the skewers were stirring: Still I will sing, &c. Then I took a cauldron, where Boyl'd ten thousand 'tornies', it was full of flames, but I drank the same and wished them good journeys. Yet will I sing, &c. A fiery spirit like lightning guided me in my travels, The sun shuddered and the pale moon trembled, as soon as they saw me: Yet I will sing, &c. And now that I have a longer lease, To live ashore with some joy, ten whales will feed my hunger: Yet I will sing, &c. No Gipsie, Slut, or Doxy Will take my mad Tom away from me, We'll cry all night, And with the stars' strife, The quarrel will please me: Still I'll sing, &c. bark like no devil higher: Yet I will sing, &c. To the health of Tom of Bedlam, go fill the seas in barrels, I will drink everything, well fermented with gall, and quarrel drunk. : Yet will I sing, &c.
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gato tom
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, p. 91. Apparently compiled by Mrs. Tom Bartlett from Marlin, Texas. The funniest thing I've ever seen was a cat sewing on a sewing machine! so slowly, took ninety-nine stitches on the cat's finger, oh my love, give me one!
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Tom Dula's Lament
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From the Frank C. Brown Collection, Volume II, No. 304, p. 713. The immediate source is not apparent in the notes in Brown.1 I pick up my banjo now, take it on my knee. This time tomorrow night won't do me any good.2 The banjo has been my friend through the dark and bad days. Staying here in prison Helped me to kill time.3 Poor Laura loved her songs When she sat under a tree; I played and sang for her My head on her knee.4 Poor Laura loved me very much, She was affectionate and sincere; I never guessed how deep was her love for me.5 I have a black face in my heart, I will find myself with my fatal destiny, as quickly as she found her in this frightful evening penumbra.6 I lived my life of sin, I had fun a little bit. Come on, Ann, kiss me goodbye, my career is almost over.
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Tom Pearce (Widdicombe Fair I)
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Widecombe FairFrom LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 161, Nov 30, 2021. By User John5918. This is not the full text you learned, but it is all that has been reported. Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your gray mare. Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, old Uncle Tom Cobley and all...
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Too-Ril-Te-Too (Robin and Gato)
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 293-294. Apparently from the sons of Dr. Frank Allen Hubbard. Oh! Too-ril-te-too was a beautiful thrush. The tail was tied with a piece of blue bobbin. Its tail was no longer than a flea's tail. Too-ril-te-too thought she was pretty as an ass. it could be. Oh! Too-ril-te-too was so proud of his tail, the better to show it off he stood on a railing, an old gray cat jumped over the wall and ate poor Too-rill-te-too, tail and all.
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don't touch the cup
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #76, pp. 182-183. From Lena Bourne Fish Ridge, New Hampshire. Collected in 1940. Touch not the chalice, it is the death of the soul, Touch not the chalice, touch not the chalice. Many I know have drunk from that bowl, don't touch the cup, don't touch it. Little did they think it was a demon. there, Blindly they drank and were ensnared, Some of that deadly bowl, Oh, watch out! Don't touch the glass, don't touch it. (3 additional verses)
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Utah tough boy, The
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As printed in Richard M. Dorson, Buying the Wind: Regional Folklore in the United States, University of Chicago Press, 1964, pp. 532-533. Utah, and why are you so free?" I smiled and said, "Young man, unless you break my jaw, I'm a Mormon man residing in Utah." Chorus: And if you're from Utah, often asked about the hated mormons and what they really do some have a negative opinion while others pick a fault they think we live on carrots in utah blue fell in favor of old utah (2 additional verses)
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Bum! Bum! Bum!
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From the score published in 1864 by Root & Cady. Title page inscribed TRAMP! HOMELESS! HOMELESS! or THE PRISONER'S HOPE SUNG BY EDWIN KELLEY, FROM ARLINGTON KELLEY & LEON'S MISTRELS Song & Chorus BY GEO. F. ROOT1. I sit in the prison cell, thinking of you, dear mother, and our bright and happy home so far away, and tears fill my eyes, in spite of all I can do, though I try to cheer up my fellows and be cheerful. . Vagabond, vagrant, the boys march, Rejoice comrades, they will come, And under the starry banner We'll breathe the air again, Of the free land (sic.) In our own beloved home. CHORUS. Vagabond, vagrant, Vagabond, the boys march, Rejoice comrades, they will come, And under the starry banner We'll breathe the air, Of the free land* in our own dear home.2. We were at the front of the battle when they launched their fiercest attack and swept us away a hundred men or more, but before we reached their lines they were beaten back in dismay and we heard the cry of victory over them. and about.3. So within the prison cell, We wait for the day That will come To throw open the iron door, And the hollow eye grows bright And the poor heart almost rejoices, At the thought of seeing home and friends again.* A The score gives two versions of the chorus, one solo (or in unison) and one for SATB. In the solo version, "free land" is written as a single word, "free land". On the SATB version, it says "free land". In no case are two words.
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Tranent Muir
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By James Johnson, editor, _The Scots Musical Museum_ [1853 edition], Volume II, No. 102, pp. 103-104. No source is indicated. Tranent, every time he gave a stent, as fast as he could, man: as General Cope jeered and jeered, he gave a loud huzza, man, but the next morning the rooster proclaimed, We heard another jester. (14 additional verses)
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Treat My Daughter Kindly (The Little Farm)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #77, p. 184. From the Lena Bourne Fish Ridge of New Hampshire. Collected in 1941. Whilst traveling around Yorkshire Not long ago I fell in love quite by chance with a girl you all must know. I told her if she came with me I would see her on the way, and as I was driving her home I heard her father say: Chorus, Treat my daughter kindly, Never hurt her. When I die I will leave you my little house and my farm, my horse and my cow and my pig and my plow and all my roosters and hens and all those chicks in the garden. (2 additional verses)
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insignificant woman
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #136, p. 314. From Frank Proffitt's song, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1959. Oh Lord, I've been working like a dog all day just to get you another dollar to throw away. I wear old clothes and I don't have a penny. (3 additional verses)
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trimble equipment
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From Edith Fowke, Lumbering Songs from the Northern Woods, No. 8, p. 42. Compiled by Calvin Kent of Haliburton, Ontario, May 1965. Oh, it's about a working couple having a great time. All in an old log cabin where the workers settle. It was in this old log cabin with the trees all around. (5 additional verses)
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Trinity Bay tragedy
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 33-38. De Leach, Ballads and Folk Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast. Stout sons of Newfoundland, who walk the hard road of life, who know the key of many years now gone, come close as I tell them of a terrible tragedy that befell our strong sons in North Trinity. I eight hundred and ninety-two, the twenty-seventh of February, the morning dawned with a clear sky, shining brightly in the skies, the sea was calm and calm, all nature seemed at rest, looking for seals, our boat soon sped up on the crest of the waves. (9 additional verses)
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Trotting Horse, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 438-439. Furnished by W. H. Ainsworth, who probably retouched it. I can boast a trotting horse as good as any swell in town. To run fourteen miles an hour, I'll bet fifty crowns. , and stick their hips in, and throw dust in people's faces, and think that's not a sin. To ride, run, laugh, farlar, la, etc. (5 additional verses)
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True Lovers Discussion (I), The
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True Lovers' Speech, by Helen Creighton, Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick, #39B, pp. 87-92. Collected from Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B. On a summer morning, when roses and daisies have locked a drop of dew in their breasts, Feathered Warblers of all kinds Singing together their notes so true, as I did, wrapped in wonder, I would love for your heart to hear them sing, the silent sleepers of the night arose quickly, and the birds in concert sang sweetly. (19 additional verses)
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Irishman of true birth (with my booty on his shoulder; the native man of true birth)
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Irish Traveler Written on the afternoon of Tuesday, January 31, 1837 by Leander R. Miller Cumberland R.I. Copied from the original document by John Aldrich March 2015 It's my best plan Go to America And see that beautiful land When I arrived in Philadelphia All the girls laughed with joy One says to the other There's a beautiful Irish boy They invited me to have dinner with them They took me by the hand The toast flew merrily Success for the Irish I was in Philadelphia not more than a day or two before I settled in another land To see Stern first on my horse His tail held tight in my hand I traveled Through Philadelphia Like a flying Irishman I went to dollar country I was there among the Dutch And as for the conversation Of course they could I don't have much, but those sighs and signs made the girls understand what courage and good nature they were in this Irishman .
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Turkish Lady, The [O26 Laws]
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The Turkish Lady Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 16-18. From a pamphlet ("Four Excellent New Songs", 1782), with the verse in square brackets from a later printing. English slave. A merchant ship in Bristol was. While we were sailing on the sea; To a Turkish vagabond he took us, And made us slaves. They bound us with strong chains, They whipped and cut us all the time. I'm sure no language can tell what we poor sailors have endured. .] Come, sit and listen awhile, and see how fortune has smiled on him. He was lucky enough to be a rich lady's slave; Hearing this young man's groan, she approached him and said: - "What countryman, young man, are you?" "I'm English, it's true." a Turk,” she said, “would put you out of your misery. I love you as if you were my life. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” said he, “I choose to be your constant slave.” This lady went to his room, and spent the night discontented; the cunning Cupid with his piercing dart deeply wounded this lady's heart. She was resolved the next day to relieve him of his bondage and to acknowledge herself as his wife, as she loved him as his life. And all his slaves are confined; What love can do, see what love can do.File: LO26
Turnip Patch, The
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The Fox Song/Fox and HoundText provided in 2015 by Danielle Smith, who fills him in on the family lore, saying, "My family just call it The Fox Song or Fox and Hound anyway, it goes like that, oh, and it's sung in low and fast voice but the other person (boy) yells FOX!:went down to the turnip field the rah the rah violin diddle diddlediddled down the turnip field FOX!!!!dayI was just a fox from his hole a rah a rah violin diddle didle I just got a fox out of his hole FOX I just got a fox out of his hole bit a chick and ate an old chicken one day rah one day rah Well I got the best of mine dogs a rah a violin rah diddle didle Well I brought out the best in my dogs FOX!!!!! Well I brought out the best in my dogs Thought I'd give that snot a chance till rah day by day I left the reeds and went straight to rah to rah violin diddle didle He left the reeds and went to the right FOX He left the reeds and went to the right good God Sally as the reeds flew hounds a rah day a rah day Bread and cheese on the shelf a rah a rah violin diddle didle Bread and cheese on the shelf FOX!!!! Bread and cheese on the shelf. If you want to hear a little more, sing it yourself day after day.
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It was getting late in September
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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 601-602. Sung by Jim Rice, Cape Broyle, July 1951. I lay awake in late September, I remember the day of the week; spread fish on the bank to earn money. We went there without much sleep. It was early when I got up in the morning. ,And hurried to the top of the hill;Where I saw a pretty girl in the valley,She came, her buckets to fill.(Stanzas 1-2 of 9)
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It was in Parsboro City
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 148, pp. 324-325. "Sung by Dr. Perry Cochran, Wolfville, N.S." It was in the city of Parsboro, on a dark and stormy night, that the brave slugger Dunkerson prepared. for a fight. He was full of bad whiskey and he felt very grumpy. And he said he would lick McLellan or know why. all raw, his face like the devil's, and now we leave him alone as soon as possible, because he was so badly treated by a sober and perhaps wiser man. (verses 1, 8 of 8)
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Twenty years ago (forty years ago)
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Twenty Years Ago From Hazel Felleman, ed., The Best Beloved Poems of the American People (1936), pp. 548-549. Presumably from some other print collection. I've walked around town, Tom, I've sat under the tree in the schoolyard that sheltered you and me, but no one was there to greet me. , Tom, and few knew, who played with us on the putting green some twenty years ago. Some are in the graveyard, some sleep at the bottom of the sea, but few of our former kind are left but you and me, And when our time comes, Tom, and they call us to go, I hope they leave us where we are. years ago. . (Verses 1, 9 of 9)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #36, pp, 113-114. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1941. The Twenty-third was lined up and ready for containment. Every man for his country would freely lay down his life. us, on the thirty-first of May. On the plains of Shenandoah, plains, On the plains of Shenandoah low. (1 additional verse)
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Twin Tickets, The
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From Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, p. 211. From Leone DuVal, believed to have learned in Missouri about 1895. In November, when the weather was cold, two ballots were cast together in an urn, they huddled together, like brother and brother, you could not tell one from the other. another those vows of the other. CHORUS Both were rum voters and sanctioned the license plan, but one was launched by a jolly old brewer and the other by a Sunday school man.
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Two Beginner Lumberjacks, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 43, pp. 175-177. From co-author Albert Peters' song, Newcastle, 1962. We're Two Boys, Two Happy Boys. We like fun and joy. Prince Edward Isle is our native style. New Brunswick, let's enjoy it. To the wooded forests with much pleasure And strength we look, As we work for Underhills The truth we'll never deny. (6 additional verses)
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two girls in blue
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #106, pp. 394-396. From the singing of Celia Kelder. An old man looked at a photograph of the Reliquary he had used for years; His nephew then asked why that photo made him cry; "If you listen to me, I'll tell you a story, A strange but true story: Your father and I, one day at school, We met two girls in blue. Chorus: "Two girls in blue, boy, Two girls in blue, We were two brothers and they were sisters, We learned to love both; But a girl in blue, boy, She won her father's heart, Became her mother; I married the other, but we grew apart." (1 additional verse)
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 184-185. Collected August 14, 1930 from Mrs. George Tatro of Springfield, Vermont. On a stormy night, two kittens started to fight and then fight. One had a mouse, the other didn't, and so the fight began. Keep that mouse," said the older cat. "You won't keep that mouse, I'll take care of it." "I'll keep that mouse," said the older one. said the younger one. (3 additional verses, following the pattern of verse 2)
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The Rigs of Rye, by John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, p. 31 It was in the sweet month of July, before the sun crossed the sky; It was between two towers of rye that I heard two lovers talking. The boy said, "My love, I must go, I have no time to stay; but I have a word or two to say, if you have time to stay: "Your father takes good care of you, your mother combs your yellow hair; and your sisters say you will. do not divide, Gin ye gang with me, a stranger. ' you, a stranger." "Oh, lass, lass, your fortune is small; and maybe it's not enough for me; you are no match for me anymore, put your love elsewhere." The girl's courage began to fail, her red and pink cheeks turned pale and pale, and her tears fell like hail or a heavy rain in summer. tears, love , you will be mine, I said this to test you , being a brave and bold boy, a boy who was barely nineteen years old; he walked the hills and dales and carried his beautiful girl This couple did not marry and have a child or two , and they live in Brechin during the winter and in Montrose in the summer.
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 295-296. From the corner of Dr. Frank Allen Hubbard. A beggar lay down to sleep, Rumsty-O, Rumsty-O. To sleep, on the banks of the Mersey so wide and steep, Rumsty-O, Rumsty-O. Two thieves come walking by, Rumsty-O, Rumsty-O. Two thieves come walking by, And come to the place where he laid the beggar, Rumsty-O, Rumsty-O. (3 additional verses)
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By Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods, chapter 5 (last words of chapter). It is reported to have been sung between 1871 and 1872, although this portion of the book is fiction (the Ingalls family did not live in Wisconsin at the time). There was a dark old man and his name was Uncle Ned and he died a long, long time ago. There was no wool on top of her head, where the wool should grow. His fingers were so long, like the stick on the bridle, that his eyes could barely see, and he had no teeth to eat the wool. hoe cake, so he had to let the hoe cake be. So hang up your spade and hoe, put down your fiddle and bow, there's no more work for old Uncle Ned, for he's gone where good niggers go.
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume II, No. 261, p. 335. Collected in 1926 from Mrs. Marie Wilbur of Pineview, Missouri. There was an old black man and his name was Ned, he died many years ago. He had no wool on top of his head, where the wool was supposed to hang his violin and bow. Drop the shovel and hoe. No more work for old Ned. Because he went where good niggas go eyes to see, no teeth to eat the corncakes, so he had to leave the corncakes alone. One thing was said, because old Ned was dead. When old Ned died you grieved so much, tears fell like rain. Old Marse turned pale and looked very sad. Because I would never see the old man again.
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From Thomas W. Talley, Negro Folk Rhymes, pg. 61. It is item #81 (p. 53) in Charles K. Wolfe's revised edition. Drop the shovel and hoe. Lower the violin and bow. No more hard work for old Ned, because he's gone where good niggers go. I didn't have years to hear, I didn't have eyes to see,
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Contributed by Marguerite Frost, 88, 2013. I am including her notes. My grandfather had the unusual habit of singing to his grandchildren before we went to sleep. He had several minstrel songs in his repertoire, having learned as a child in Washington, DC, where his father worked in public service after the war. The family was originally from Indiana. When I remember it, I lived in Hanover, N.H., and taught at Dartmouth. There were absolutely no blacks to be seen there, although there must have been once, for there was a place that was called "Morro dos Negros" by city historians. We kids never used that word and had no idea what connotations it had, but we knew something was wrong with it because our grandmother tried, almost unsuccessfully, to get her husband to substitute "dark" for it. (Actually, she disapproved of him singing those songs.) He sang "Uncle Ned" like this: There was an old black man and his name was Uncle Ned, And he lived a long, long time ago. He didn't have wool on top of his head In the place where the wool should grow. Drop the shovel and hoe. Hang the violin and bow. No more hard work for poor Uncle Ned. Cause he went where the good niggas go on the bridle, and he ain't got no eyes to see, no teeth to eat a hoe pie, so he had to let the hoe pie go. His legs were so crooked he couldn't stand still and he had no fingernails on his toes. His neck was so crooked that he couldn't take a pill, so he had to take a pill through his nose. He had an old wife, and her name was Aunt Peg, and she didn't have a C which she hated to put on. She didn't have stockings to cover her leg, so she had to leave her leg bare. and she took him by the ear, saying "Neddy, come with me." Grandpa didn't sing the lines about Massa and Miss crying over Ned. We kids were fascinated by this song and intrigued by the last verse. which contradicts the refrain. But we didn't believe in the devil, so we weren't too upset. We feel sorry for Aunt Peg, because in those days (the 1920s and 1930s) no respectable older woman "left her leg bare." He called him "Old Uncle Ned" a long, long time ago. There was no wool over his head. In the place where wool should grow. ;But the old lady, was a little happy to sort, That she would not see the old nigger's gain.
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #134, pp. 498-499. From the song by George Edwards. Many times I've heard about married life and the unparalleled pleasures, that's why I decided to get married, because there's only sequel. Chorus: Ho di-ding, di-ding dang doe, Toddle oddle ing dee die doe. I courted Jane the milliner, her parents were better than I, but then I got tired of her when I was bound by matrimonial shackles. )
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 149, pp. 326-328. "Sung by Mr. Ben Henneberry, Devil's Island." When I was young and in my prime To the seas I had to go. My parents I died when I was young, the truth I will show you. But of all the times I've had since the time I was born, I've been coming home to the old country aboard the Unicorn. (6 additional verses)
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 122-123. Up the Raw, down the Raw, Up the Raw, lady, everyday; By shape and color, ma bonny hinny, You fuck your mother, ma crafty bairn. Crop black, ma bonny hinny, You put them together girl everyday; Up the Raw, &c. To hide and qualify, ma bonny hinny, You hit the crop, ma cunning bairn, Up the Raw, ma bonny hinny, You hit them a', ma cunning bairn. Even Raw, &c.
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The Useful Plow, or, The Plowman's Praise, by Robert Bell, editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 365-366. Said to be from Farquhar. Country life is sweet! In moderate cold and heat, walking in the air - how nice and beautiful! To this I say, no courtier can compare with those who are dressed in gray and follow the useful plow. They rise with the morning lark, and work until nearly dark; Then, folding their sheep, they hasten to sleep, while every pleasant park, the next morning, sounds the song of birds, in every green and tender branch. With what contentment and joy pass the days of those whose minds are bent on following the useful plow. (2 additional verses)
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 110-111. By Charles Wade, Wallingford, Vermont. Date not informed. The Vermont lads went to Gardner for work, as you well know. 1 additional verse plus chorus)
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 33-34. Submitted by Anna H. Dole of Danville, Vermont; date not listed When you see the pillars of steam licking the forest and sky, you can know that the sugar-making days are coming. far. Chorus: Oh, bubble, bubble, bubble goes in the pot. Provide better music for the season if you can; See the golden waves; watch its ebb and flow; the sweetest joys we sugar makers know (3 additional verses)
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victory will be mine
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Wictory Shall Be Mine, by Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #176, p. 394. From "Annie" of ElizabethCity, North Carolina. Collected in 1937. Victory, victory will be mine, victory, victory will be mine, just be silent, and the Lord will fight your battles, victory, victory will be mine! (1 additional stanza, with indications of possible variants used by others)
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From J. H. Cox, Folk-Songs of the South, #66, pp. 266-267 Provided by Nancy McAtee; collected 1917 Compare "The Heights of Alma" (Laws J10), of which it is almost certainly a parody. The collected text looks damaged; some conjectural amendments are listed at the end. Southern boys can lie more The first and the sweet Fourth of July Our general Beauregard resounds To his southern boys in Richmond. [1] That night, we lay on the cold floor. No tents or shelters were found. The rain and hail almost drowned us. To gladden our hearts in Richmond. The next morning, the scorching sun rose. "We'll have hot work in Richmond." As the height we strived to gain, Our balls flew thick as rain, I'm sure the plains were dyed red With the blood that was spilled in Richmond. [2] Once we commanded the heights, we fought the Yankees hand to hand, and many a hero was slain in the Richmond Hills. [3] And many fair maidens will weep For their lover who will never return, And fathers will weep uncontrollably For their children they lost in Richmond [4] Thirty thousand Yankees, I hear it said, were all slain on that fateful day, And seven thousand Southerners, they lie in the blood spilled in Richmond. They dropped their weapons and packs and ran like hares before the dog; I'm sure the plains were red with the blood spilled in Richmond [5] Let, southerner, his hand, Which we Yankees cannot bear; Go spread the word across the country Of the victory won at Richmond. Possible amendments:[1] Why the Yankees tackled Our Boys from the South in Richmond.[2] And many heroes were slain on the plains of Richmond.[3] But the Yankees couldn't stand up to our southern boys in Richmond.[4] And parents will miss the children they lost in Richmond[5]. Then resound the glorious news of the victory won at Richmond.
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Virginia's bloody soil
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #24, pp, 93-94. From the corner of "Yankee" John Galusha of upstate New York. Collected in 1939. Come all you loyal Unionists, wherever you may be, I hope you will heed and hear me, for you know well the blood and pain, the misery, the work that led to the Secession in Virginia's bloody soil. (8 additional verses)
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long live the company
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From the score published in 1844 by E. D. Benteen. Title page inscribed "Vive La Compagnie" Solo and chorus sung by Maryland Glee Club cadets Composed and arranged for PIANO FORTE Let the Bachus libations to Venus flow, Vive la compagnie. of our time while it lasts, Vive la compagnie. CHORUS Ah! Vive la vive la vive l'amour Vive la vive la vive l'amour Vive l'amour, vive l'amour, vive la compagnie. SECOND VERSE May each old man fill his glass, vive la compagnie. from your favorite girl, Vive la compagnie. 3. Let every married man drink to his wife, Vive la compagnie. The friend of your soul and the comfort of your life, Vive la compagnie. Oh! live the &c. 4. Come fill your glasses. I'll make you a toast Vive la compagnie. Here's health to our fried, our gracious and dignified host Vive la compagnie. Oh! live the &c. 5.After all, in a good mood, I toasted Vive la compagnie for free. I hope you enjoy drinking with me now, Vive la compagnie. Oh! live the &c.
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Voice of the Tombs (Lonely Tombs)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #87, pp. 220-221. From the song by Buna Vista Presnell Hicks, Hattie Hicks Presnell, Rosa Hicks Presnell, Beech Mountain, North Carolina, 1951 One day I was walking through a beautiful green garden, when a voice from the tombs seemed to say, "Once I lived as you live, you walk and talk as you talk, so from the earth I was soon torn from home."
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Vulture (of the Alps), The
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W.K. McNeil's The Vulture, Southern Folk Ballads, Volume II, pp. 108-110. Collected in 1978 from Dee Hicks of Tinchtown, Tennessee. the older climber tells his sad stories. But when they were in the country houses of financiers, but when they finished their daily work, they talked about those who disappeared and never returned. (9 additional verses)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #138, pp. 316-317. From the corner of Frank Proffitt, Watauga County, North Carolina, 1959. Where did you get that beautiful dress, so bright and cheerful? ., I got it from my lover On W. P. and A. (6 additional verses)
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Wadhams Song Impresso em Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 13. Reimpresso de James Murphy, Songs Sung by Old Time Sealers of Many Years Ago. the West Northwest. (10 versos adicionais)
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Cartwright Boy, The
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Sung by Buell Kazee at Brunswick 213B. Registered January 18, 1928. The heart is every woman's fortune. They are always controlled, they are always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives, then slaves to their husbands for the rest of their lives. poor, my fortune is sad. I've always been courted by the cart driver's son. He courted me every day, night and day, and now he's loaded and gone. His parents don't like me because I'm poor. They say I am not worthy to enter your door. I work for a living, my money is mine. And if you don't like me, you can leave me alone. Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay. Come sit here beside me while you stay. My horses aren't hungry, they won't eat their hay. So do it honey, I'll feed on the way. Your car needs shining, your harness needs mending. Come and sit here beside me as long as you can. My wagon is greasy, my whip is in my hand, Farewell, my dear, stand still no more.
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From the score published in 1851 by E. D. Benteen. Title page inscribed WAIT FOR THE CAR ETHIOPIC SONG TO PIANO FORTE BY GEO.P.KNAUFF Will you come, my Phillis, darling, to that free blue mountain, Where the flowers smell sweetest, come Travel with Me. It's every Sunday morning when I'm by your side, we'll jump in the wagon and we'll all go for a ride. Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon and let's all go for a ride. CHOIR. Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon and let's all go for a ride. 2. Where the river runs like silver and the birds sing so sweetly, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat. Come hear my story, it'll ease my heart, so hop in the wagon and get out, let's get started. Wait for the wagon etc. 3. Do you think my Phillis, dear Mike, with all this wealth, can make you as happy as I am with youth and health? We will have a farm, a horse, a pig and a cow; And you'll tend the dairy while I'll drive the plow. Wait for the wagon etc. 4. Her lips are as red as poppies, her hair so slick and neat, All braided with dahlias and mauves so sweet. It's every Sunday morning, when I'm next to you, we'll jump in the wagon, and everyone gets a ride. Wait for the wagon etc. 5. Together, on life's journey, we will travel until we stop and, if we have no problems, we will reach the happy summit. So come with me, sweet Phillis, darling, my lovely bride. Let's jump in the wagon and all go for a ride. Wait for the wagon etc.
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From W. W. Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, Article No. 162, pp. 227-228. Source not annotated. B. A. Botkin, reprints the article verbatim (including footnotes) in A Treasury of American Folklore, pp. a round ring, The girls are on our side; Dancing with the pretty girls who will be our girlfriends. And now the king in green Will choose a girl to be his queen, He will take her to be his bride, And he will kiss her, one, two, three. Now he takes her by the hand, this queen, and twirls her across the lawn. Oh rock the king and rock the queen, Oh rock the king and rock the queen, Oh rock them around and around the lawn. Oh, put them on the green.
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #164, p. 371-372. From the song by Martha Ann Midgette of North Carolina. Collected in 1941. I bought an old cow from Farmer Jones, nothing but skin and bones. He fattened her as fine as silk, climbed the fence and skimmed her milk. Chorus: Wallabug, wallabug, you can't fool me, I'll be the best I can. If you see a kangaroo at night or day, make noise like a kangaroo and roll over. There was an old woman from Oisocket, She put her false teeth in her pocket, She put her pipe on the shelf, sat down and bit. Chorus
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From Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume II, p. 331, text II. From London. Invisible, invisible, Growing so tall, All you young people Are destined to die. .Ah, go from shame, turn your back to the wall again.
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How You Came from the Holy Land, by Norman Ault, editor, Elizabethan Letters from the Original Texts, pp. 282-284. Apparently from BodleyMS. Poet Rawlinson. 85. Since you came from the holy land of Walsingham, didn't I find you with my true love? By the way, how did you come? How am I supposed to know your true love? come, did they go away? (9 additional verses)
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 44, pp. 178-180. From Strathadam's Marie Hare song, 1962. They grew in beauty side by side, They filled a house with joy, But now one sleeps under the lawn, Across the dark blue sea. That same loving mother often watched her children play, she never dreamed that a beloved child would go so far. (9 additional verses)
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Wandering Child, The
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 149. "From a song by Mrs. Lottie M. Lawson." In this cold world, so far from home, some mother's son wanders alone, with no one to guide him, to keep his steps straight, some mother's son is homeless tonight (2 additional verses)
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wash day
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From Eloise Hubbard Linscott, Folk Songs of Old New England, pp. 296-299. Apparently from Elizabeth Wheeler Hubbard's Ridge of Taunton, Massachusetts. The overcast sky was overcast, The rain started to fall, My wife spanked the kids And prepared a nice bath. She asked me with a frown to get me out of her way. Chorus Because it's a hit! to knock! vegetation pothole! vegetation pothole! Argument! scold! You de'il some comfort here on a wash day. (4 additional verses)
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Washington
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 196. As Fuson himself recalls. We have a bold commander, who fears neither sword nor weapon, a second Alexander, whose name is Washington.
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The Dairy Farmer By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, #63, pp. 226-227. From the song by Joseph R. Estey, Sr., Sevogle, 1962. Oh, I'm a dairy farmer and from Dunstanshire I've come to visit some friends in Cambridge Wells; Tim Morgan is my name. In the small town of Dunstanshite, the place I call home, and if I'm sent back, I'll never roam again. As long as I live, I will never forget that day. I had a handful of young onions and a pint of beer, some pickled cucumbers and a handful of watercress. (Verses 1, 3 of 10)
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watermelon on the vine
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From Bob Black, Come Hither to Go Yonder, Playing Bluegrass with Bill Monroe, p. 40. The quoted lyrics are, of course, by Monroe. See that watermelon smiling through the fence? How I wish that watermelon was mine. White people are either dumb or don't have much common sense. Or they wouldn't let that watermelon. On the vine. (2 additional verses plus a final chorus)
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Down in old Virginia
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From Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs, pp. 225-226. Provided by "Mrs. Bartlett"; the final source does not appear in the list. Down in old Virginia, where I was brought up and born, on the sunny side of that country, I used to pick corn. It can't be far! Chorus And I couldn't And I wouldn't And I couldn't stay away! And I couldn't and I didn't want to and I couldn't leave! Well, my old mistis, she was good and kind, she was good and kind to me. , my old mistis, she was good and kind, she was good and kind to me. He fed me very good meat and bread, and sometimes corn. (1 additional verse)
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(No local caption) From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), pp. 130-131. From Mr. Ava Smith from Charlevoix, Michigan. Fragmented text. Very close to Alpena, in a distant land. There's a tough, tough-talking band. Call paython, forilla. They are not very careful. in a tear Chorus Viva, viva! For the fruit you can bet. Less drunk guys, because your credit is still good. (3 additional verses)
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Road to Wallington, A.
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From Stokoe/Reay, Songs and Ballads of Northern England, pp. 148-149. Oh cunning man, oh! show me the way to Wallington: I have a mare to ride, and she is a gallop; show me the way to Wallington. (3 additional verses)
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Wayerton Driver, The
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 45, pp. 181-182. From the song by probable author Paul Kingston of Wayerton in 1960. I'm a driver with a broken heart, from Wayerton I come, I courted a bride, Mary Dolan by name. I cut a bride from Trout Brook's side and always intended to make her my bride. It was Christmas Eve, To town I flew, A gift for the maiden fair A ring I bought. That's when she refused, And put me to shame, Saying, "Take your ring back Paul, I won't change my name." (6 additional verses)
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From the Original Holy Harp (Denson's 1971 revision), p. 457. I am a poor foreign traveller, As I travel through this world of woe, Yet there is no sickness, no work, no danger In this bright land whither I go. I go there to see my Father, I don't go for a walk anymore; I'm just going to Jordan, I'm just going home.
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"I'm just passing through Jordon" (sic.) From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 208. From the song of Mrs. Louisa Moses. I know dark clouds will spread around me, My path is rough and steep I know; But beautiful fields are right before me, In this bright world I'm going to. stanzas, the last of the 6 lines)
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From the score published in 1862 by S. T. Gordon Title page inscribed RESPECTIVELY DEDICATED TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES We Are Coming Father Abraham 300,000 PLUS Music Composed by Stephen C. Foster Author name James Sloan Gibbons appears nowhere; the inside simply lists the song as "By STEPHEN C. FOSTER". The printing appears to have been rushed, as evidenced by the number of errors (see notes). We come Father Abraham, plus three hundred thousand, From the winding current of the Mississippi and the coast of New England; We left our plows and workshops, our dear wives and children, with hearts too full to express, with a silent tear[1]; we dare not look back, but steadily ahead, we are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more. We are coming, coming[2] our union to restore. We come, Father Abraham, with[3] three hundred thousand more.[4] If you look across the tops of hills that meet the northern sky, Your vision can make out long lines of dust rising in motion; And now the wind for an instant, [5] ] tears the cloudy veil aside. And our sequined flag floats high in glory and pride; And the bayonets in the sunlight shine, and the brave bands of brass spread out, We come, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more. [6] If you look across all our valleys, where the growing crops shine, you can see our vigorous farmers quickly lining up; sow, against the needs of your country; And a farewell party shouts at the door of every hut, Come on, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more. [6] Thou hast called us and come (sic.), By Richmond's bloody tide, To cast us down for liberty's sake, beside our brother's bones [7]; Or from the savage band of infamous treason[8] to pluck the assassin's blade, And before foreign foes its shards to parade; [1] Other versions say "unique" [2] Other versions say "We are coming, we are coming" [3] Other versions omit "with" [4] Other versions repeat this line [5] "a moment" seems to be printed reading. The text is an instant, with a staff break after "an". [6] Other versions omit this stanza [7] Other versions give the more reasonable reading of "brothers" for "brother". [8] Other versions read "seize"
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We're not going to White Bay with Casey anymore.
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 15. Reprinted from James Murphy, Songs Sung by Old Time Sealers of Many Years Ago. Tom Casey being the commanding officer of the St. Patrick called by name. sail, southwest west wind, boys A smart and pleasant gale. (7 additional verses)
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We won't go home until morning
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From the score published in 1842(?) by Oliver Ditson. The music is on three sheets, with no title sheet. Front page title reads WE WON'T BE COMING HOME UNTIL MORNING FAVORITE JOY FOR THREE VOICES Partly written and arranged for PIANO FORTE by WILLIAM CLIFTON We all meet here, We all meet here together, We all meet here together, To eat and drink in a good mood;CODAEat and drink in a good mood,Eat and drink in a good mood,For we will not (sic) go home until morning,We will not go home until morning,We will not go home until morning, until let daylight appear. 2 We will sing, dance and be happy, We will sing, dance and be happy, We will sing, dance and be happy, And kiss the girls we love; And kiss the beloved girls; And kiss the beloved girls; Why don't we go home, etc. 3We love girls a lot, we love girls a lot, we love girls a lot and they love us, of course; And they love us, of course; And they love us, of course; For we shall not go home, &c. After singing the last verse, finish with the Coda, Away away, etc.
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Let's all go to Rowser's From Louise Pound, American Ballads and Songs, No. 119, pp. 237-238. Collected in 1914 from E. R. Harlan of Des Moines, Iowa. We all go to Rowser's, we all go to Rowser's, we all go to Rowser's, because that's where they keep the beer, because that's where they keep the beer, because they keep the beer, we're all going to Rowser's, Because they keep the beer there and my mother was Irish And I was Irish too They kept the pig in the living room because that was Irish too.
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We're Coming Arkansas (We're Coming Idaho)
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Far, Idaho By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #195 p. 442. By Deac Martin, apparently of Cleveland, Ohio, 1952. There is said to be a land where clear waters run over beds of purest gold ore in Idaho. The team will soon be seen in Idaho. (2 additional verses)
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We are coming, Sister Maria
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #84, pp. 315-316. From the corner of Elwyn Davis. One stormy winter night, when the winds were blowing cold and wet, I heard heavenly music that I will never forget. We're coming, Sister Mary. We're coming, bye, bye, get ready. Sister Maria, because the time is coming. (verses 1, 3 of 3)
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We are going to wars (Arkansas War Song)
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(Untitled) From Fred W. Allsopp, Folklore of Romantic Arkansas, Volume II, pp. 224-225. Source not listed. Come on, boys, we'll go to wars, no matter the weather, we'll march in joy. Yo ho -- Yo ho -- in Dixie! We'll talk about the girls around the glowing campfire, sigh a little and happily sing, Yo ho -- Yo ho -- in Dixie! Chorus We're bound to fight for Dixie, Yo ho -- Yo ho -- So shout out Hurray for the Dixie boys, America forever Hurray, hurray! We will conquer now or never. (1 additional verse and chorus)
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Weaver and Tailor, The
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 407-409. The immediate source is not mentioned; probably a broadside. While walking through that shady woods, I heard a couple talking, it was about love. The young man was a weaver, the maid was shy, and he knew very well from her speech, She loved a tailor. "My dear, to support you, I will pilot my ship, wear my fingers to the bone, new fashions to buy. I will buy silks and satins and all things. If you choose, I will buy you all the new fashions about which you read about in the news. Read and your bone to rub, your knife instead of scissors; but I'll marry the tailor who needs neither reading nor equipment. "If you marry the tailor, you'll have to run after him, will have to dig potatoes, because he cannot do any work. He will have to carry the mobs in a basket or basket, while the tailor sits on his bench threading a steel bar. My tailor, he will not do this to me, because if he goes abroad, I will take my freedom. And I'm going to gossip all over the country, and I'm going to please my tailor when he comes home at noon." When you get home, he'll cut off both your ears, hit you with the polishing board, and cut them off with the scissors. I'll have to pick it up and cook it in cabbage whey. It makes it so good, so since the world began, the tailor's trade has shined." "But if you saw your tailor when he sits alone, you would take him for an ornament, for the legs you cannot see any. Like a frog. He sits all day long on a stone hammering, while the weaver walks clean and tidy, among the merry ladies." "Oh! since the world began tailors were the suitors, for before such shrapnel of men girls never scoffed. Live a happy life, take care of other trades."
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Webster of the mare Brechin, La
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 402-404. Immediate source not clearly indicated. From a booklet published by T. Johnston of Falkirk and dated 1815. In Brechin lived a Webster, who was a famous man, he was the deacon of his office, John Steinson was his name. He had a mare, a strong jade, Vio strong, stiff and strange, Baith strong and reliable; And he had saved his tongue. (10 additional verses)
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Wedding in Kouchibouguac, La
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 46, pp. 183-184. From Arthur MacDonald's singing over the BlackRiver Bridge in 1948. Oh, come all you brave heroes, I beg you to heed, and a comic song you're about to hear, it's from a great wedding, I truly claim, last Tuesday Monday in Kishimaguac. Ou Napan plundered for cow hides and hides, sleighs and sleigh harnesses and other fine things, buffalo coats are borrowed for protection, they continue their journey to Kishimaugac. (5 additional verses)
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From Geoffrey Grigson, The Penguin Book of Ballads, No. 85, pp. 279-282. Derived from Robert Graves, English and Scottish ballads. And all for old Spittle went to run. To see this noble sport, many nobles resorted; and although they had little money, they still practiced that little freely. (12 additional verses)
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Wee Wifikie, O
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The Wee Wifukie, Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland (1904 ed.), by Robert Ford, pp. 23-26. Apparently a compiled version, although Ford does not list its sources. There was a little piece of Wifukie that came from the fair, he got a little piece of Drappukie, which generated his docile care; he grabbed Wifukie's heart and she started vomiting, oh! quo the little wifukie, would like to binna fou. I would like binna fou, quo her, I would like binna fou. Oh! quo 'little wifukie, would like binna fou. If Johnnie finds me sick with barley, I'm sure he'll scratch my skin; but I'm going to lie down and take a nap before I go in. Sitting on the edge of the dike, taking his nap, a porter boy arrived with a small herd. With a little package, as she, with a little package, A porter boy arrived with a little package. placks, and fast awa' ran; and when the woman woke up, his head looked like a bee, oh! quo' the little wifukie, it's not me. This is not me, but her, this is not me, Someone is pulling me down, and this is not me. since they were bullied. And Johnnie told me I was richer than seeing; But someone is bringing me down, and it's not me. This is not me, but her, this is not me, Someone is pulling me down, and this is not me. We stayed, but I'm going to look at the corners of the bag, I'm going to see how the cunyie is doing: --I don't have a bag or plack on me! -- That's not me. This is not me, quo' she, this is not me, Someone is bringing me down, and this is not me. I have a little housukie but, and a kind man; A dog, they call him Doussiekie; if it's me, he'll fawn; and Johnnie will come to the door and kindly take the gift, and the (sic.) kids on the floor will dance if it's me. But this isn't me, quo' she, this isn't me, Someone's bringing me down, and this isn't me. and he started barking. And when she heard the little dog barking and knowing it was him, Oh, well, you know, Doussie, quo' her, it's not me. This is not me, quo' she, this is not me, Someone is bringing me down, and this is not me. When Johnnie heard Bessie's word, he ran quickly to the door: Is that you, Bessukie? -- Wow, man! Be kind to the kids and good that you are; And goodbye, Johnnie, quo' she, it's not me! It's not me, but her, it's not me, Someone's bringing me down, and it's not me. I'm afraid I'll never be cured; my wife lost her mind, crying desperately, oh bye Johnnie, like her, it's not me! This is not me, quo' she, this is not me, Someone is bringing me down, and this is not me. The story you tell, said the parish priest, is wonderful for me. How can a headless wife speak, hear or see! But the things that happen here so strangely altered would be, That could maist wi' Bessie say, 'It's neither you nor me. Neither you nor her, quo' he, neither you nor her, Wow na, Johnnie man, neither you nor her. but she was glad to see her little Bessukie come back to her. He made her sit on a stool, with Tibbuk on her lap; Oh! come here, Johnnie, quo' she, come with me, because I took a nap with Tibbuckie, and now it's me. Now it's me, quo' she, now it's me. I took a nap with Tibbuckie and now it's me.
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Rio West Railroad
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 198-199. Apparently from Mrs. E. W. White of Westminster, Vermont station. We have a small railway and it is not very wide. We put twenty thousand and a lot to the side. They took all our money. it is now being managed by the former Grand Trunk. (4 additional verses)
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Song of the Sword Dancer of Wharfdale
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 393-394. It is said to be from MS. of Mr. Craven Holmes. The first to enter the apartment is called Captain Brown; I think he's as smart a young man as any in this town: In the procession of merry ladies, He fixes his delight; He does not separate me from them all day, and he is with them all night. (6 additional verses)
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What the old hen said
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From Helen Hartness Flanders & George Brown, Vermont Folk-Songs & Ballads, pp. 185-186. Collected from Mrs. George Tatro, Springfield, Vermont, November 12, 1930. I went to the barn To see the old hen Go cluckity scratch With her ten hens. 7 additional verses)
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When the complaint hurts, the heart hurts
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By Peter J. Seng, _Tudor Songs and Ballads from MS Cotton Vespasian A-25_, Harvard University Press, 1978, No. 17, pp. 32-33. Derived from London folios 154-155, British Library MS.Cotton Vespasian A.xxv (67), folio 137. mynds for each sooreswete musike haithe A salve reserved (3 additional stanzas) What was said above would modernize as Where urgent afflictions wound the heart, And sad dumps overwhelm the mind, There music with its silver sound Quickly sends redress to troubled minds for every wound. music has a balm in store.
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When I put on my new Bran suit
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I'm Going to See My Girl by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 158. As recalled by Fuson himself. When I put on my new suit, knee high boots, go see my pretty girl, and kiss her whenever I want.
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When I leave these earthly shores
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #104, p. 389. From Celia Kelder's recitation (who had not heard her sing), August 23, 1957. When I leave this earth's shore and roam this world no more, do not weep, do not sob; a better job. And if you have roses, bless your soul, Just pin one to my lapel. As long as I'm alive and well today, Don't wait till I'm gone. (Verses 1, 4 of 4)
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When I go to Glory
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The Begging Song by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 212. “From Mrs. Louisa Moses.” As I headed for glory, I left this world behind, Determined on a city hard to find, And begging I will go. Chorus And I will beg, I will, I will, I will, I will, and I will beg. (4 additional stanzas)
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when i wake up in the morning
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Sung by Angelo Dornan, Elgin, N.B., to Helen Creighton in 1954. Transcription is from Creighton's album of seafaring folk songs. place I know I'm surrounded by sadness, will I ever see tomorrow? Oh, Jimmie, lovely Jimmie, if you only knew what I know. When the boys go to court they all swear they love me. he is gone and left me no other man will get me and i will never get married until he comes back.
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When I was young (me)
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From Helen Creighton, Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia, No. 50, pp. 101-102. "Sung by Mr. Enos Hartlan of South-East Passage." for a girl who took fickle tests. She promised to be my true love, which makes me sigh and say, but now I find she has changed her mind in a very contrary way. (4 additional verses)
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When I Was Single (II)
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 71, p. 311865. From Mrs. Galen W. Summer, Canton, Ohio. When I was single, I lived happily. Cold winter nights alone; I courted a girl I loved dearly, she always told me her heart was mine. He sat me down to rock the cradle, And then I must run for water; the work of the poor is never done.
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When I was young (never trust a sailor)
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Never Trust a Sailor From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume IV, pp. 328-329. Collected from George E. Hastings of Fayetteville, Arkansas, December 7, 1941. - He sometimes promised to make me his wife. But now he's sick with another one, you know, so he knocked me up and turned his back on me. My parents punished me because I did that, and now I'm looked down upon by the other girls I know, my father and mother kicked me out of the house, so now I'm going to beg because I'm poor. An inch above your knee, they'll kiss you and court you and swear they'll be true, then they'll take another and say goodbye.
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When Johnny comes marching home
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From the score published in 1863 by Henry Tolman & Co. Title page inscribed in THE ARMY AND NAVY OF UINON. <-- (sic) When Johnny comes marching homeMusic introduced in the Return of the Soldier March. by GILMORE'S BAND WORDS AND MUSIC BY LOUIS LAMBERT Solo Chorus1. When Johnny comes marching home, hurray, hurray, then we'll give him a warm welcome, hurray, hurray, the men will clap, the children will scream, the women will rally, and we'll all feel glad, When Johnny comes marching home .two. The old church bell will ring for joy, hurray, hurray, to welcome our beloved son, hurray, hurray, say the village boys and girls, with roses they will strewn the road, and we will all be happy, when come Johnny. marching home.3. Get ready for the Jubilee, hurray, hurray, We'll give the hero three times 3, hurray, hurray, The laurel wreath is ready now, To place on your loyal brow, And we'll all be glad, When Johnny comes marching in the 4th house. That love and friendship that day, Hurray, hurray, So let your choicest treasures be displayed, hurray, hurray, And let each one do some part, To fill the warrior's heart with joy, And we'll all be glad, When Johnny comes marching home.
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when sorrows surround me
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Deathbed Song By Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 217-218 "From a corner of Mrs. Louisa Moses." There is a mortal surrounded by problems like me! Few hours of peace I enjoy, and these are followed by pain; If I use a moment to praise my God, I have hours and days to complain. (7 additional verses)
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when the train comes
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From John W. Work, American Negro Songs and Spirituals (1940), p. 94. Source not listed. [Chorus] When the train passes, when the train passes, I'll meet you at the station when the train passes. When the train passes, when the train passes, we'll meet you at the station when the train passes. Leader1. I may be blind and not see, but I'll meet you at the station when the train passes.2. I may be lame and unable to walk, but I'll meet you at the station when the train passes.
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When this cruel war ends (Crying sad and alone)
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Weeping Sad and Lonely, by Irwin Silber, Soldier Songs and Home Front Ballads of the Civil War, pp. 42-43.1. Dear love, do you remember, the last time we met, how you said you loved me, kneeling at my feet? Oh! how proud you were before me in your blue suit, when you promised me and the country to always be faithful. Chorus: crying sad and alone, hopes and fears gone! 2. when the summer breeze sighs sadly; Or when autumn leaves fall, Sadly breathe the song, Often in dreams I see you lying On the battlefield, Alone, wounded, even dying, Calling, but in vain. (Chorus) 3. If, in the heat of battle, Nobly you fall, Far from those who love you, No one to hear you call, Who would whisper words of comfort, Who would ease your pain? Oh! the many cruel fantasies Always in my brain. (Chorus) 4. But our country called you, darling, Angels light your way; As our nation's children struggle, we can only pray. Strike nobly for God and liberty, Let all nations see, How we love the starry flag, Emblem of liberty. (Chorus) I (RBW) learned this with a slightly different set of words. Variants listed below. I think I've heard it as "Who would", although it's not the version I learned.
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(Confederate version) From [H. M. Wharton], War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, pp. 377-378. Darling, do you remember the last time we saw each other; when you told me how much you loved me, kneeling at my feet? Oh! how proud you stood before me in your gray suit, when you promised me and my country never to go astray. CHORUS: Crying sad and alone, Sighs and tears as they go, When this cruel war is over, Pray that we'll meet again. I see you lying on the battlefield, alone, wounded, even dying, calling, but in vain. -- Chorus If in the heat of battle Nobly you fall, Far from those who love you -- No one to hear you call -- Who would whisper words of comfort? Who would ease your pain? Ah, so many cruel fantasies in my brain! -- Chorus But our homeland called you, beloved -- Angels guide your way; As our "Southern Boys" fight, We can only pray. When you fight for God and freedom, let all nations see how much you love our flag of the South, the emblem of freedom. -- Chorus
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When you and I were young, Maggie
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From the score published in 1866 by JA Butterfield. Title page inscribed for Mrs. S. L. Atwell -- When you and I were young, Maggie; MUSIC AND CHORUS BY GEORGE W. JOHNSON, MUSIC BY J. A. BUTTERFIELD1. I went up the hill today, Maggie, to see the scene below; The creek and the old creaky mill, Maggie, Like we used to do a long, long time ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where the daisies first bloomed; The old mill is still there, Maggie, since you and I were young. CHOIR. And now we're old and gray, Maggie, And life's trials are almost over; Let's sing about the days gone by, Maggie, When you and I were young.2. A town so silent and lonely, Maggie, where the young and the gay and the best, in mansions polished of white stone, Maggie, found a resting place, it's built where the birds used to play, Maggie, and the songs gather that sang to each other: Because we sang as merrily as they did, Maggie, when you and I were young.3. They say I'm weak with age, Maggie, My steps are less quick than before, My face is a well-written page, Maggie, But time was just the pen. They say we're old and gray, Maggie, like splashes thrown by white waves; But you are as beautiful to me as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young.
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Where did you get that hat?
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From Sigmund Spaeth, Read 'Em and Weep (Revised Edition), pp. 137-138. Now, how I got this hat is very strange and funny: Grandpa died and left me his goods and money. was read aloud, I was bluntly told, if I want your money I must always wear your hat! [Chorus] Where'd you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? Isn't it elegant and the right style? I wish I had one like that! Everywhere I go they yell at me, "Hello! Where did you get that hat?" If I go to a "soup club", to have a happy party, there's someone at the party, who is sure to yell at me: he said we took too long. So we went to church quickly, determined to get married; I hadn't been there for a long time when the priest said to me: [Chorus]
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Where is old Elias? (The Hebrew Children, The Promised Land)
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Safe at Home in the Promised Land by Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, p. 205. "From the song of Mrs. Louisa Moses." Where is good Moses now, Where is good Moses now, Where is good Moses now, Safe at home in the Promised Land (5 additional verses)
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From H. M. Belden, Ballads and Songs Collected by the Missouri Folk-Lore Society, 1955 edition, pp. 458-459. Provided by G.C. Broadhead. Where oh where are the old patriarchs? oh, where are the good old patriarchs? Safe in the promised land. Little by little we will look for them, Little by little we will look for them, Little by little we will look for them, Beyond in the promised land (5 additional verses)
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Where? Where is old Elias? From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 92-93. "[From] Lloyd Lewis, Free Quaker and longtime resident of Pendleton, Indiana." Where, oh, where is old Elias? Where, oh, where is old Elias? Where, oh, where is old Elias? Ride in a chariot of fire, Ride in a chariot of fire, Ride in a chariot of fire, 'Far to the promised land. Chorus: Little by little we'll go and see, Little by little we'll go and see, Little by little we'll go and see, 'Into the promised land. Where are the Hebrew children? Where are the Hebrew children? Where are the Hebrew children? the promised land. They went up into the fiery furnace, They went up into the fiery furnace, They went up into the fiery furnace, 'Into the Promised Land' (2 additional verses)
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Onde Gadie Rins (I)
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Oh! Gin I Was Where Gaudie Rins From John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 347-348 Oh! gin I was where Gaudie washes, where Gaudie washes, where Gaudie washes, Oh! gin I was where Gaudie washes, at the Bennachie raid; Oh! I should never go back again, go back again, go back again, oh! I should never go back, its Lowland boys to see. I never had just two boys right (sic), but two rich boys, but two rich boys, I never had just two rich boys who loved me so much. The teen was murdered at Lourin's Fair, at Lourin's Fair, at Lourin's Fair, The teen was murdered at Lourin's Fair, and the decimator drowned in Dee. Love one man for one man, or one man for three, He wouldn't lie so low in the day, so low in the day, so low in the day, He wouldn't lie so low in the day by that tree of arn But they got so tangled in it, so in it, so in it, They got so tangled in it cudna fecht ni fuja; And isn't that one day, one day, one day, one day, And one day, one day, one day, for me? The Dee was flowing from bank to bank, from bank to bank, from bank to bank, The Dee was flowing from bank to bank when my beloved dreamed his dream - And wasn't that one day off, one day off, one day off and And wasn't it a wake day, a wake day for me? He bought me a new bandit, a new bandit, a new bandit, he bought me a new bandit and ribbons to dance to. And I bought him the fine linen, the fine linen, the fine linen, And I bought him the fine linen, his sheet to be. And now this twice I've been a girlfriend, I've been a girlfriend, I've been a girlfriend, and now this twice I've been a girlfriend, but I'll never be a wife. Oh! gin I was where Gaudie washes, where Gaudie washes, where Gaudie washes, Oh! gin I was where Gaudie washes, at Bennachie's raid.
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where the sun never sets
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #88, pp. 222-223. From Buna Vista Presnell Hicks Ridge, Beech Mountain, North Carolina, 1974. I want to see my mother someday, someday, I want to see my mother someday, Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun never sets. Chorus: Where the sun never sets, come down, Where the sun never sets, Where the flowers will bloom forever, And the sun never sets. (4 additional verses)
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Whiskey Is My Name (Donald Blue)
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My Name Is Donald Blue, by John Ord, Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads, pp. 52-53. ;But if you wake the bear, I'm tough as hell, Gin snapped out of his head. But I'll tell you a trick, man, it happened in the south; A blacksmith took a wife, and she had a strange dryness; she likes it a lot, put mozzarella in her mouth, they often helped her to eat in the morning. wife for him, a wife that could not be grouped; he carried her on his back, ran upstairs and threw her on the bed in a rage. He closed the door, took the key in his hand. And down the stairs, crying, "Oh, haunted man! That conduct of hers I cannot bear; I'll get ready for a drunken spree in the morning." He devoted himself to his work. -- was shoeing a horse; They shouted: "Take your wife, blacksmith, she is lying on the cross." He raised the hammer and slammed it down hard. "The devil is in people. What do they mean by ava? Gin, I've got a drunk wife, my God, I don't need two. Or she'll surely die before dawn. Then the blacksmith went away and looked her over one side to the other. side." other. and it is she; but how did she win? He carried her on his back to the bedroom, where the other wife was soon lying and snoring. The blacksmith, to his surprise, couldn't tell which one was his. Although they were dressed in one piece and looked very similar on the face, she couldn't tell which one was her Jeanie. "Deil ma' care!" says the blacksmith, she herself will surely find out. Not from that day to this day, Jeanie he never buys a gill, nor will he wet his mouth in the morning.
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Whist! the bogeyman
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Chorus learned by Sue Allan of Wigmore, England. She reports that she retrieved it from her "notebook where I wrote little local and family rhymes, songs and sayings... circa 1973-1974, when my grandmothers [probable sources] were still alive... [The] rhyme [ is ] much like the score. The melody is more hazy in my memory, but certainly the line of putting my babies to sleep in the score is just as I remember it. sleep my babies, Tom, Nell and Anne. I wish, I wish, I wish, he'll get them if he can, Go to sleep my babies, here comes the bogeyman [The original says, Oh, whist, whist, whist, Here comes the bogeyman! to bed, you (sic.) baby you Tommy, Nell and Dan, Oh, whist, whist, whist, he'll get you if he can, and all you popseys, wopsey wop, Get away from the coconut.
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Whistle, daughter, whistle
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From Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, Volume I, #109B, p. 411. Compiled May Kennedy McCord, July 12, 1936. Whistle, girl, whistle and you've got a cow. I don't know how to whistle, mother, you never taught me. Whistle, daughter, whistle and you will have a sheep. I can't whistle, Mom, and I can't sleep either. (8 additional verses)
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White Headdress, The
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From James Johnson, "The Scottish Music Museum", Volume III, #272, p.281. As found in the 1853 edition (score somewhat uncertain given the state of the facsimile). My love was born in Aberdeen, the boniest boy ever seen, but now he breaks our hearts. field with her white headdress. Oh, he is a wandering and talkative boy, he is a witty and handsome boy, come what may, I will marry and follow the boy in the white headdress. I will sell my stone, my reel, my trailer, my gray mare and my hawkit cow; To buy me a plaid plaid, To follow the boy in the white headdress.
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white man let me go
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By Edith Fulton Fowke, editor, and Richard Johnston, music editor, Folk Songs of Canada (first edition), pp. 32-33. Apparently the compiled version of Peacock from Fire by Philip Foley in 1952. Let me go home to the Wild West to the scenes of my childhood I loved best, where the tall cedars sway and the sparkling waters run; house in the woods, white man, let me go (5 additional verses)
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As printed in Douglas Gilbert on pages 144-145 of Lost Chords. Sail home in a straight line like an arrow; My yacht shoots off the crest of the sea. Sail home to sweet Maggie Darrow; In her little white bed she's waiting Up there where the cliffs are steep. That's where the girl of my heart awaits me. see, oh, how the winds blow Chorus: white wings that never tire. They happily carry me over the sea. The night comes, I miss my darling. I will spread my white wings and sail back to you.
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Why should we strive for riches?
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 458-459. The source is not clearly indicated. How pleasant is the life of a sailor, who travels the main waters! He never hoards treasures, but happily spends all his earnings. he would not commit a gang action for power or cash gain. So why fight over riches or any other shiny toys? A light heart and a pair of tights, Go the world my brave boys. (2 additional verses)
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Widow's Lament, The
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 138-139. "Copy provided by Prof. Leon Denny Moses." the fruit of sin My father laid down his rod of punishment, the blow was not light; but certainly he has been a faithful God, a judge who will do right. the blow was severe Which delighted my heart. There I will meet him and praise him, And tell here my woes, How much I have heard and felt and seen Since he landed there. (Stanzas 1, 2, 3, 12 of 12.)
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Widow's Argument, The
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From Emelyn Elizabeth Gardner and Geraldine Jencks Chickering, Southern Michigan Ballads and Songs, pp. 355-356. Reprinted from the Detroit News, April 29, 1934. I walked into a courthouse not many miles from here; a boy was standing in the prisoner's box, his mother was nearby. The boy was very young, but he went astray and stole some coins from the teacher's box (7 extra stanzas)
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Wild Cat Back on the Pipe Line, El
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 47, pp. 185-186. By probable singing author Jared MacLeanof Strathadam in 1948. Come all you young Murrymashee people and sit down beside me and listen to me, and I'm going to tell you a story, and make it rhyme, about that big wildcat in the plumbing. The first to see it, (sic.), Norman Matchett by name, said it was a monkey, and that it was tame, had a long tail and whiskers to match, and scratched like a wild cat ready to scratch. (3 additional verses)
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Wild Irish Boy, The
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From Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #112(A), pp. 421-422. From the song by George Edwards. When I first came to this country, I wore brogues on my feet, I wore corduroy trousers, though they looked elegant; The girls laughed at me, which made me very happy; They called me a hero, you wild Irish boy (4 additional verses)
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #95, pp. 235-236. From Homer Cornett's Song, Beech Mountain, North Carolina, 1959. In the wild and stormy depths With Jesus I'll sleep, And hold his loving hand. In a home above I will be with God, And I will rejoice in a happy land. Chorus: My soul was sad, My ear was sore, In this stormy sea. I spoke to God in a humble way, And there He appeared to me. (2 additional verses)
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Are you going west?
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De Norman Cazden, Herbert Haufrecht, Norman Studer, Folk Songs of the Catskills, #88, pp. 331-332. From the song by Etson Van Wagner. Where is the girl who will go west with me? . Chorus: So you go west? Are you going west? Will you go west with me? Are you going west, are you going west? Oh, say, will you go west with me? (1 additional verse)
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William (Willie) Riley (Riley's Judgment) [M10 Laws]
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Reily's Jailed Printed in Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 224-225. A rather abbreviated version (but most of the handwriting is more recognizable) of the log of the ship Sharon, which left New Bedford in 1845. Come, arise William Reily and come with me, I want to go with you and leave this country. I will leave my father's dwellings, their houses and their rich land. And I will accompany you, my love, my dear Colleen Bawn. Sweet dales We climbed the craggy forests and ran on the silent grass But I was caught with my darling Colleen Bawn I was rushed to prison and bound hand and foot Locked like a murderer with chains to the ground I would suffer a thousand deaths for my darling Colleen Bawn
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Willie Moore
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As recorded by Burnett & Rutherford, Columbia 15314-D, November 3, 1927. Some words are unclear; Possible alternatives are noted. Willie Moore was a king, he was twenty-one; he was courting a beautiful maiden. Oh, his eyes were as bright as night diamonds and his hair was black and wavy. He courted her day and night, until he married [1] they agreed, but when he came to get her parents' consent they said it could never be. At night, sweet Anna[2] would not see her again. It was about the 10th of May, a time I remember well; that very night her body disappeared in a way no language could tell. and close, she Had most of her friends close by, And in a little stream before the cabin door, Sweet Anna's body was found. ] white as snow, and laid in a lonely grave. Her parents are now alone, one cries and the other cries; and on a grassy knoll before the cottage door, Sweet Anna's body still sleeps. This song was written in the flowery west by a man you may never have seen; Oh, I'm saying his name, but it's not complete, his initials are J. R. G. [5] [1] marry: the recording seems to have "en casose" ("in marriage"?) [2] Anna: In this case, it sounds like "Ellen"[3] Anna: In this case it sounds like "Sally"[4] dressed as: or "the snowy"[5] J.R.G.: Or "J.R.D."File: R796
Willie was a good sailor
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 101, pp. 308-310. From the corner of Mrs. Earle J. Dickson, Napan Center, 1961. Willie was the finest sailor that ever mended a rope, And Mary was his true love, his only pride and hope, And as they walked, they talked often joined the marriage bans, but Willie's ship has been hired to sail to a foreign land. (8 additional verses)
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 107. Reprinted from Vikings of the Ice (1924) by George Allan England, republished in 1969 as The Greatest Hunt in the World. ventured, very young and valiant, into that where he struggled with death, but his life could not be saved. (6 additional verses)
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Wind, The (Rain, Rain, the Wind Blows)
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The Wind Of Alice B. Gomme, The Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland, Volume II, p. 387. Provided by Miss Matthews and found in the Forest of Dean in Gloucestershire. The wind, the wind, the wind blows hard, The rain falls from the sky; the man's eye. She's pretty, she's pretty, She's the girl from the golden city, She'll woo one, two, three, Please tell me who they are.A. B. says he loves her, all the boys fight for her, let the boys say what they want A. B. still has her.
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Winter in Renous, A
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By Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Songs of Miramichi, No. 48, pp. 187-190. From Nicolas Underhill's corner of Nor'west Bridge in 1961. October ninth, The year nineteen and four, The day I left old Indiantown, Like I used to before. I didn't like the country, And I didn't love its ways, to winter at Renous with Morgan Hayes' children. (11 additional verses plus half a verse)
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woman at the well
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From Fred High, Old, Old Folk Songs, p. 9. Seeing the woman at the well Arguing about her with her Savior She soon discovered that he could tell her all about her past behavior when she asked and when she got a drink. her ear her ear was on fire She forgot her pitcher of water (5 additional lines as shown. Printed using High spelling and punctuation.)
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A woman's work is never done
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From John Ashton, A Century of Ballads, Elliot Stock, London, 1887 (reprinted 1968 by Singing Tree Press), pp. 20-23. Said to have been printed by John Andrews "in White Lion at Pye Corner". As I wandered down the road, I heard a married woman say, "She's lived a solid life from the moment she got married." Why (says she) my work is hard, and all my pleasures are forbidden; morning and noon, night and noon, I'm sure a woman's work is never done. And now (says she) I will relate the manner of my sad fate; and how I surrender, as all my neighbors well know; and there all you will hear, I beg you to listen to my music for a while; I'll make it clear soon, I'm sure a woman's work is never done. (10 additional verses)
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Woody Woodpecker's Hole, The
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(It should probably be titled "The Skunk Hole".) From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 66, Aug 31, 2021, as posted by user discards2. Oh, I put my head in a skunk's hole, and the little skunk said, God bless my soul; Take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off; to be dead; take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off; take off, take off, take off, take off; take off, take off, take off, take off; remove it; remove it; too late! replace, flip, put back, flip, reverse, reciprocate, etc, and the last verse smacks your finger, "disgusting".
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 52, Aug 31, 2021, as posted by user 2wonderY. Never laugh when a hearse goes by Cause you might be the next one to die They wrap you in a big white sheet Head to toe They put you in a big black box And cover you with dirt and rocks And everything goes well for about an hour week And then your coffin starts to leak And the worms are in, the worms are out The worms throw pinochle in your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose They eat the jelly between your toes A big green worm with blank eyes It goes in your stomach and your eyes your stomach turns slimy green And pus comes out like whipped cream You spread it on a slice of bread And this is what you eat when you're dead And the worms come out and the worms crawl The worms that Crawlers are skinny and skinny Crawlers are fat and stout His eyes droop and his hair falls out His brain rolls down his snout And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out everywhere our dirty snout His chest sinks and his eyes bulge And his brain turns to sauerkraut and They invite their friends, and their friends too They all come down to bite you And that's what it's like to die I hope you had a good goodbye Do you ever think like a hearse? It turns out You might be the next to die And your eyes droop and your teeth rot And that's the end of a perfect day.
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What a joy! (Hit them on Old Kent Road)
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From LibraryThingCampSongsThread, Post 78, September 19, 2021, as posted by user John5918. I thought I should have died Hitting them on the Old Kent Road...
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Hunnicut Bend Wreck, The
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 114-115. A train crew was called to Paintsville, on a gloomy, rainy night, and the men set out at the call without a thought of so close a danger. (8 additional verses)
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Shipwreck of the Julie Plante, The
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At Lake St. Pierre De Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), pp. 93-94. By A.C. Hannah of Bemidji, Minnesota. Fragmentary text, but preserves original dialect better than some. Von night on Lac San Pierre The wind it blows, blows, blows; a large beeg rock In the great canawl of Lachine. good french vomanAn 'leev in von good farm. By wind, it can blow from the north, from the south, easy, Sometimes it blows a little more, but you'll never drown on Lac San Pierre As long as you stay on the coast.
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The wreck of the "Julie Plante" A legend of Lac-St. Pierre O presumed original, by William Henry Drummond, M.D., The Habitant and other French Canadian Poems, Putnam, 1897, pp. 8-10. Note the curious inconsistencies in punctuation (eg stanza 1, lines 5-7 and the equivalent lines in stanza five). The scowling "Julie Plante" doesn't have a 'hit --To win' she blew Hurricane Bimeby blew up some more,And the scowling bus on Lac St. Pierre left the coast regretful. and also on the back cover. He called to the crew from above the hole. He also called the cook. Lachine Canal.De win' she blow from nor'eas'-wes',-- De sout' win' she blow too,Wen Rosie screams, "Mon cher captinne, Mon cher, what should I do?" Den de Captinne t'row de big ankerre, But still the scow she dreef, Do think she can't pass on shore, Becos' he los' hees skeef. The night was dark lak' wan black cat, De wave run high and 'fas',W'en de cpatinne tak' de Risie girl An' tie him the most',Den he also took' the life reserve, and jump in the lake and say, "Goodbye dear Rosie, I'm going to drown because of you". Early the next morning, around two-thirty. three -- four -- De captinne -- scow -- and poor Rosie Were corpses on the beach, Because of victory she blew Hurricane Bimeby blew some more, And the bus stray 'on Lac St. Pierre, he left the coast with regret. MORAL Now every good sailor executioner Tak' warning for that storm Go and marry a nice French girl Y'leev at a bee farm. Drown in Lac St. Pierre As long as you stay on the beach.
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Shipwreck of Maggie, The
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, pp. 42-43. Reprinted from Leach, Folk Ballads and Songs of the Lower Labrador Coast. Sung by Abram Roberts. The scene that followed: Oh God, it's burned into my brain, and I'd rather join in the drowning than witness it again. a brother sank and a husband saw his wife. At ten o'clock on the morning of November 5th, the Maggie sailed from her happy home near Brooklyn on Bonavista Bay. gay was her team; and on Friday, near the Narrows, the town appeared. verses, despite the fact that the melody spans four verses long)
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As printed in Ryan & Small, Haulin' Rope & Gaff, p. 41. From James Murphy, Songs and Ballads of Newfoundland, Ancient and Modern. Fishermen, you know so well The perils of the deep, Come hear a terrible tale And unite your hearts in weeping For the loss of the schooner Maggie And thirteen precious lives That leave so many homes without husbands, children and wives. (5 additional verses)
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Shipwreck of the Shenandoah
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From the collection of Frank C. Brown, Volume II, No. 219, pp. 522-523. Collected in Mary Canada, Durham, March 1941.1. At four o'clock in the afternoon on a hot September day, a large and powerful airship from Lakehurst flew away.2. The mighty Shenandoah, The pride of all this land, Her crew was one of the bravest, Captain Lansdowne at the helm.3. At four o'clock the next morning, The earth was far below When a storm in all its fury Gave it a fatal blow.4. Her side was torn, Her hut was torn down. The captain and his brave men fell to the ground.5. And fourteen lives were taken. But they didn't die in vain. Their names will live forever in the Hall of Fame.6. In the small town of Greenville, a mother's attentive gaze was waiting for the airship to see her son pass by.7. Poor me! Her son slept; His last big flight was over. He went to meet his maker; His ship will not fly anymore.
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Shipwreck of Thirty-Six, The
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From Jean Thomas, Ballad Makin', p. 112-113. It was a July morning About eight they say, When Thirty-six left Ashland And thundered in his way. McDonney on the gas A tried and true man And Bubby Cheap, his fireman, And a faithful crew of engines. 4 additional stanzas, with stanza 2 having 12 lines instead of 8.)
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Wyandotte's Farewell Song, The
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From Mary O. Eddy, Ballads and Songs from Ohio, No. 117, pp. 264-265. From Eunice Lea Ketterling, Ashland, Ohio.1. Farewell to the graves where my fathers now rest! Because I must be going too far west; I sold my possessions, my heart is full of wear and tear, thinking I must leave them. Poor me! I must go.2. Farewell, tall oaks, in whose pleasant green shade In childhood I roamed, in innocence I played; My dog and my axe, my arrows and bow, are still in my memory. Poor me! I must go.3. Farewell, you loved the scenes that bind me like chains, where on my merry pony I chased the plains; The deer and the turkey I followed them into the snow, but now I must leave them. Poor me! I must go.4. Goodbye to the trails I've trodden for many years to spy on turkeys and deer; The hills, trees and flowers that pleased me with what I must now leave forever. Poor me! I must go.5. Sandusky, Tymocktee and Brockensword Creeks, I'll never see them again, except in my dreams; Farewell to the cranberry swamps, Over the great Mississippi. Poor me! I must go.6. Goodbye to the road that for many years I walked every Saturday to hear the Gospel; The news was so happy and I liked it so much, where I heard it saddens me to go.7. Farewell, my white friends, who first taught me to pray and worship my Maker and Savior every day; Pray for the poor native whose eyes fill with tears at our departure. Poor me! I have to go.
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Ye Noble Gran Pino
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From Franz Rickaby, Ballads and Songs of the Shanty-Boy (1926), No. 12, pp. 62-64. From the author, W. N. Allen ("Shan T. Boy") of Wausau, Wisconsin. It was a cold, frosty morning when the sun adorned the branches of each tall pine tree, making them shine with a glow. Through the lonely forest I wandered where a small stream meandered, gurgling over the rocks below, through the ice and snow. (17 additional verses)File: Rick062
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From the score published in 1886 by Wm. A. Pond & Co., probably derived from the 1858 edition published by the same firm and Charles H. Brown. Title page inscribed THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS SONG AND CHORUS WRITTEN AND ARRANGED EXPRESSLY FOR CHARLES H. BROWN by J.K. There's a yellow rose in Texas that I'm going to see, no other brunette knows about it, no brunette but me; I left her, as if it broke my heart, and if I find her, we'll never part again. CHOIR. She is the sweetest colored rose this brunette has ever known. talk of your dear May and sing of Rose Lee, but the yellow rose of Texas trumps the fair ones of Tennessee.2d. Verse Where the Rio Grande flows, and the starry sky shines, She walks along the river in the quiet summer night; Think if I remember correctly, when we parted a long time ago, I promised to come back and not leave. it's so.3d verse.Oh! now I will look for her, because my heart is full of pain, and we will sing together the song we sang so long ago, play the banjo happily and sing the old songs. And the yellow rose of Texas will be mine forever.
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Yorkshire Horse Dealer, The
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From Robert Bell, Editor, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, combined edition incorporating this with Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs, 1877, pp. 429-430. Source not indicated. Bane, at the gate of the town of Claapam, dwelt in Yorkshire, whom he trafficked in horsemeat which he had never known as before; he bit some money but nivver bin bit. This oud Tommy Towers (bi that naam he work knaan), Hed an od carrion tit that wor pura skin and 'baan; Similarly! (6 additional verses)
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You can't rush God
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By Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #172, p. 390. From the song of Sue Thomas, North Carolina, 1941. Though the path you walk may seem so dark and dismal, Burdened with toil, with no light anywhere; 'Under your heavy load you may get so tired, But He will come and answer you. verdict. Chorus You can't rush God, why don't you wait brother? Just obey the word you heard. Keep calling on him, because one day or another, he will come and answer your prayer. (3 additional verses)
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You Ribbonmen from Ireland
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From Robert Cinnamond's recording (IRRCinnamond01: "Songs of Comment" FOLKTRAX-157). Transcribed and with notes by John Moulden; quoted with your permission. - BSOh Ribbon Men of Ireland May she reign long May she roll in joy and splendor Until she raises her flag again. we were driving down Segimore looking for fun it sure was the same night we got the orange drum. Oh ribbon boys of Ireland May she reign long May she roll in joy and splendor Until she raises her flag again. She hates our religion and customs very much and curses any man and turns and goes to church. [As Lew Becker suggests, this would make more sense as 'It'.] [Seggy Moor is what he sings about, but the Town and Townlands index from the 1871 Census of Ireland has no similar name. However, as a friend of mine has 120 names, describing about forty different places within a single city, the absence of a name even in such a detailed official record is no demonstration of its non-existence. Many of these songs are strictly local and names are mentioned only.]
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A jovem Kitty Lee (Letty Lee)
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Young Kitty Lee By Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 605-606. Sung by William Holloway, King's Cove, July 1952. As I walked on a fine morning To see the fair fields at daybreak The lark and the robin looked beautiful in the morning, And nature looked pleasant in every degree, Yes, nature hummed in all degrees. (9 additional verses)
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young roger of the mill
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Printed by W. H. Logan, The Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs, pp. 343-344. Apparently from a pamphlet printed by W. Armstrong of Liverpool. Young Roger of the Mill, early one morning, put on his best clothes, new socks and woolen shoes, And went to court Nell, fair and busty: "Adzooks! that's fine, because I like you, etc. come and say what I think, what do you say, beautiful Nell, Adzooks! says he, you can imagine, because I like you wonderfully well, all right?" (5 additional verses)
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young arch strong
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By Helen Hartness Flanders, Elizabeth Flanders Ballard, George Brown and Philips Barry, The New Green Mountain Songster, Traditional Folk Songs of Vermont, pp. 210-212. From a handwritten version by Susan A. Warner. To Dartmouth Scientific Halls In ancient times there came A young man probably Who was well known And Strongbow was his name. Much had heard of the skill learned from books The white man's pride and ostentation A burning desire for that skill to conquer His honest and absorbed mind. (7 additional verses)
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Young Waters [Child 94]
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From Percy/Wheatley, II.ii.18, pp. 229-231 "[D]id of a copy printed not long ago in Glasgow, on an 8vo sheet." ,ONE'! there is semen in the court of our kings, Mony, a well favored man. The queen luikt over wa castle, she saw Baith valley and below, and then she saw young Waters Cum riding towards the town. His minions did before, his knights behind, a cloak of fiery gold keeping him cool from the wind. Gowden graith'd hos horse in front And saddle shod behind, Yong Waters raded horse was swifter than the wind. But then a wylie lord spoke, to the queen he said, oh, tell me which is the prettiest face Rides in the company. I saw the lord, and I saw the laird, And high-ranking knights; Bot, a face more beautiful than young Waters Mine has ever seen. jealous king, (and an angry man he was) Oh, if he were twice as handsome, you might have excluded me. gentleman in the fair scottish Bot to the maun bow.By one 'she could do or say, Appeased he wad nae bee;Bot by the words she spoke Young Waters he maun dee.Hae took young waters and put shackles on his feet;Hae took young waters, and they threw him into a deep dungeon. I have ridden grimly through Stirling Town in wind and rain; Bot I neir rade Thro' Stirling Town Neir to return again. his cradle, and went to the hill, both his horse and his saddle. They went to mount heiding His fair lady to see.
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Zeb Tourney's Girl [Leis E18]
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As recorded by Vernon Dalhart, 1926. Transcribed by RobertB. Waltz. In the mountains of Tennessee, far from the sins of the world, old Dan Kelly's son leaned on his gun, thinking of Zeb Turney's girl. Dan was a hot-blooded young man, his father raised him strong and well, and swore from the day he was born to shoot any Turney he came across. "Gunpowder and buckshot for the Turneys, don't leave a hair on their head!" Old Dan Kelly cried as he lay down and died With young Danny by his bedside. Dan made the promise to his father and swore he would kill them all. In the still, young Dan took a drink, pointed the gun at his hip, and prepared to butcher and kill. He roamed the mountains, this son of a Tennessee man, with fire in his eye and gun on his thigh, looking for Zeb Turney's clan. Shots echoing through the mountains, Shots echoing through the breeze. The son of old Dan Kelly with the smoke in his gun, Th The Turneys are all on their knees. The story of Dan Kelly's moonshine spread across the world, how Dan killed the clan, shot back a man, and brought back old Zeb Turney's girl.
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Choir of Zek'l
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From Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, pp. 449-450. From the song of Rebecca Taylor of South Carolina.1 Zek'l cries, Zek'l moans, flesh falls from Zek'l's bones; Church, I know you'll miss me when I'm gone. When I'm gone, gone, gone, When I'm gone, never to return, Church, I know you'll miss me When I'm gone. 2 Star in the east, star in the west, I wish that star was on my chest, Church, I know you'll miss me when I'm gone. When I'm gone, gone, gone, When I'm gone, never to return, Church, I know you'll miss me When I'm gone. Your mother was born to die, Chillun, I know you'll miss me when I'm gone. When I'm gone, gone, gone, When I'm gone, don't come anymore, Chillun, I know you'll miss me When I'm gone.
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sons and daughters of zion
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From Harvey H. Fuson, Ballads of the Kentucky Highlands, pp. 214-215. "From the Song of Mrs. Louisa Moses". See the wide open source That frees us from sin, That springs from the wounded side Of our Emanuel Jesus. O all you that are thirsty, come to the waters; drink freely and quench your thirst (sic.) with the sons and daughters of Zion. Dying sinners, come and taste, the waters will still you; .(5 additional verses)
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