SCARBOROUGH FAIR
-Traditional Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Without any seams or fine needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Ask her to wash it in a dry well Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Where never spring water nor rain ever fell Then she'll be a true love of mine Ask her to dry it on a flowering thorn Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme That never knew blossom since Adam was born Then she'll be a true love of mine Now, he has asked me questions three Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme I hope he will answer as many for me Then he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to find me an acre of land Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand. Then he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to plow it all with a lamb's horn Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme And sow it all over with one peppercorn Then he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme And bind it all up with a peacock's feather Then he'll be a true love of mine And when he's finished with all of his work Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Then send to me for that cambric shirt. Then he'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine
FREE BORN MAN OF THE TRAVELIN' PEOPLE
-Ewan MacColl I'm a free-born man of the travelin' people. Got no fixed abode, with nomads I have wandered. Country lanes an' byways Were always my ways. I never fancied bein' 'cumbered. Oh, we knew the woods and the restin' places, And the small birds sang when winter days were over. Then we'll pack our load, And be on the road. Those were the good old days for a rover. There was open ground where a man could linger For a week or two, for time was not our master. Then away we'd jog, With our horse and dog. Nice and easy, no need to go faster. Now I've known life hard, and I've known it easy, And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning. But I've laughed and sung Thru the whole night long. Seen the summer's sunrise in the morning. All ye free born men of the traveling people, Every tinker, rollin' stone, and gypsy rover, Winds of change are blowin', Old ways are goin'. Your travelin' days will soon be over.
MATTIE GROVES
-Traditional One high, one high, one holiday The best day of the year Young Mattie Groves to church did go, Some holy words to hear. Well, the first to enter was the lady in white, the next the lady in blue The last to come was Lord Arlen's wife, a flower among the few. She cast her eye on Mattie Groves, Young Mattie Groves on she What would you give my fine young man to spend one night with me? I dare not come, I dare not go, I dare not for my life For I see by the little ring you wear, you're the great Lord Arlen's wife. So what if I am Lord Arlen's wife, I can't deny it all He is gone to consecrate King Henry at Whitehall. Oh pray, oh pray, come with me stay I'll hide thee out of sight I'll serve you there beyond compare And sleep with you the night Well, a little page was standing by, he took to his heels and run He run till he come to the waterside, he bent his breast and swum. What news, what news, my little page, is my castle burning down Or is my lady brought to bed of a daughter or a son. No, your castle it is not burning down, you have no daughter or son But Mattie Groves has bedded your wife, they lie as they were one. No harm has come to your house and land The little page did say But Mattie Groves is bedded up With your fair Lady gay Lord Arlen called his merry men He bade them with him go He bade them never a word to speak And never a horn to blow But among Lord Arlen's merry men Was one who wished no ill And the bravest lad in all the crew Blew his horn both loud and shrill What's this, what's this cried Mattie Groves What's this that I do hear It must be Lord Arlen and his men It gives me cause to fear I think I hear the morning cock I think I hear the jay I think I hear Lord Arlen's men And I must be away Lie down, lie down, Young Mattie Groves And keep my back from cold It's only Lord Arlen's merry men Calling the sheep to fold Is not your hawk upon his perch? Your horse eats oats and hay And I am lying in your arms And would'st thou be away? Young Mattie Groves he did lie down And took a nap asleep And when he woke, Lord Arlen was A-standing at his feet Well, it had not been about two hours, I'm sure it was not three When Lord Arlen appeared in their chamber, standing at their feet. And how do you like my pillows, Milord? and how do you like my sheets? And how do you like my fair young wife who lies in your arms asleep? It's well that I like your pillows, Milord, it's well that I like your sheets But it's best that I love your fair young wife, who lies in my arms asleep Rise up, rise up, Young Mattie Groves, as fast as e're you can It'll ne'er be said in the morning sun I slew a naked man. Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I dare not for me life For at your side hang two broadswords and I have nary a knife If at my side hang two broadswords they cost me deep in purse But you shall have the better of the two, and I shall have the worst And you will strike me the very first blow, Oh, strike it like a man And I will strike the very next blow and kill you if I can The very first blow that Mattie struck he struck Lord Arlen sore The second blow Lord Arlen struck, Young Mattie struck no more. He's taken his lady by the hand and placed her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best, my dear, Young Mattie Groves or me?" It's well that I like your rosy red cheeks, it's well that I like your chin But it's best that I love Young Mattie Groves, than you or all your kin. He's taken her by the lily white hand and led her through the hall He's taken her to an upper room and killed her before them all. Go place these lovers in one grave, go place them deep within But place my lady on the top, for she's of a nobler kin. This sad mischance for lust was wrought Then let us call for grace That we may shun this wicked vice And mend our lives apace. NB: This is a compilation of the best verses from all the versions I have heard. Sing it in free rhythm, and take your time, and BE DRAMATIC and you will hold your listeners -spellbound.- It is an incredibly powerful song.
ANGUS AND THE KILT
-Lolly Foy (c) 1991 Lolly Foy (Tune: works OK to "Sleeping Scotsman," but has a tune of it's own, too.) Now Angus was a happy man for soon he would be wed He'd found a brisk and bonnie lass to take him to his bed But happier still his mother was that he had found a wife For truth be told she'd often feared t'be stuck with him for life! In honor of the grand affair their wedding it would be She set about to weave a kilt the finest ever seen The night before the wedding when the kilt was finally done She called young Angus over and she tried it on her son She wound the kilt about him and she wound and wound and wound! But when she'd finished winding it was still eight yards too long "Oh never fear, me bonnie boy, we'll simply cut it off, And to your blushing bride we will give the extra cloth." Now Angus was so pleased you know his heart it swelled with pride He felt that he must rush right out to show it to his bride It was raining so he grabbed a cloak to shield him on the moor And in his haste to be away, his kilt slammed in the door! Now Angus was in such a rush to show off for his bride He never really noticed that he'd left his kilt behind He knocked upon her door, cryin' "Let me in I pray, I've something that you've got to see before our wedding day" Well Brigit let him in you know but says, "You cannot stay. For I must have my beauty sleep before our wedding day!" "I'll only be a moment love, but it's so grand, my dear, You've really got t'see what I've got hidin' under here!" Now when the cloak was set aside, and Angus stood quite bare We must admit, she was impressed, and tried not hard to stare "My love, I'll ne'er see finer, though far and wide I'd roam!" "Oh, lass," he cried, "That's nothin'! I've eight more yards at home!"
THE COUNTRY LIFE
-Traditional I like to rise when the sun she rises Early in the morning I like to hear them small birds singing Merrily upon their lay-land And hurrah for the life of a country boy And to ramble in the new mown hay In the spring we sow, in the harvest mow That's how the seasons around they go But of all the times if choose I may It's to ramble on the new mown hay In the winter when the sky is grey We edge and we ditch our time away But in the summer when the sun shines gay We go rambling in the new mown hay
ERIK THE AWFUL
-Ray Stevens Way back in history along the Nordic coast that was the sound all the people feared the most It would echo thru the night up and down the foggy fj-ord It was Erik and the bloodthirsty Horde! Chorus: Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious Erik the Awful, the Ruthless and Courageous Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces You can run, but you cannot hide! YES! And as the oars of the sleek, fierce Viking ship cut thru the water like knives thru the fog-shrouded Nordic sea, transporting the wild, marauding band of Viking heathens stealthily towards their unsuspecting, slumbering victims, there he stood, on the foredeck, Erik the Awful, the wildest, bloodthirstiest Viking of them all! (his Momma named him Erik 'cause she couldn't spell AHHGGGRRRFFFFLLLLQQHH!) He had a hairy head, a hairy face, hairy chest, hairy legs, hairy boots and a hairy hat, shaped like a big bullet with horns comin' out the sides.....and once he started after ya he'd NEVER stop! He'd turn to his oarsmen in his 37 oared fj-ord and he'd say: "MORDEN BORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!" which was Viking for: "YA-HOO!!!!!, RAVAGE, PILLAGE, PLUNDER, MAIM AND PUT BIG HICKEYS ON ALL THEM FAIR DAMSELS!" Chorus: And it was Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious Erik the Awful, mercy sakes! and goodness gracious! His appetite for slaughter was simply voracious You gotta sleep with your sneakers by your side! YES! And when the villagers heard that awful battle-cry: * YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! * That's the one! They would run for their lives, fleeing over hills and thru valleys to the river, whereupon they would walk mid-stream for 37 and 1/2 miles, climbing out on the low-lying branch, shinnying down a young sapling onto rocky ground and leaping from stone to stone until they arrived one week later at a secret cave 97 miles away, and as they sat down for the first time to catch their breath, outside they heard: "YA-HOOOO!!!! MORDEN BORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!" Chorus: Yes, it was Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious Erik the Awful, turned up in the darndest places Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces You can run, but you cannot hide! OH! And this time they cut south to Paris, bought tickets on the Orient Express to Istanbul, hired a U-Haul to the Coast, jumped a Greek freighter across the Mediterranian Sea to MON-golia, hooked up with a camel caravan into the heart of the Gobi Desert, and as they paused at an oasis, to lift one handful of cool water to their parched lips, over their shoulder they heard: "YA-HOOOO!!!! MORDEN BORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!" They fled to Calcutta! * YA-HOOOOOOOO! * They fled to the Himalayas! * YA-HOOOOOOOO! * Tokyo! * YA-HOOOOOOOO! * Toronto! * YA-HOOOOOOOO! * Toledo and Heyhailea, Georgia..... * YA-HOOOOOOOO! * But it was no use! They finally succumbed to a savage plundering and pillaging followed by a big hickey party on the outskirts of what is now Washington, DC, where the decendants of Erik can still be found today, working as Special Agents for the IRS! Erik later amassed a small fortune posing for Molly Hatchet album covers, and did stuntwork for Arnold Schwartzenegger in Conan the Barbarian! He also won an Academy Award for his dual role as a train wreck and his tender portrayal of King Kong's daddy! Oh, you might remember the end of that one: there wasn't a dry eye in the house when he married the Empire State Building. And who could forget the evening he ate the entire Kingdom of the East? With no sugar? Chorus: Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious Erik the Awful, the Hungry and Voracious Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces You can run but you cannot hide! * YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! *
THE HIGHWAYMAN
Lyrics: Alfred Noyes Melody: Phil Ochs Em G C The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, Em G C D The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas Em G Cd The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, Em G B7 Em And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding- C G C D The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair. "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn door. They tied her up to attention, with many a sickening jest, And they bound a musket beside her, with the barrel to her breast. "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say, "Look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." "Look for me by moonlight." The hoof-beats ringing clear. "Watch for me by moonlight." Were they deaf they did not hear? Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, her musket shattered the moonlight Shattered her breast in the moonlight, and warned him - with her death. He turned, he spurred him westward; he did not know who stood Bowed with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood. Not 'til the dawn he heard it; his face grew gray to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love by moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high! Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door.
THE SOUND OF VIOLENCE
-Rhys ap Baruch and Blaine Sylvan (c) 1991, Ian Klinck (Tune: "The Sounds of Silence") Hello broadsword my old friend I've come to fight with you again Because the sounds of battle ringing In my ears has me singing And the rock that I have instead of a brain Still remains I love the sounds of violence In tournaments I fight alone I leave my melee gear at home But when I go down to the Pennsic War I often fight in groups of five or more When my friend was stabbed by an Eastern spear in the head He was dead Touched by the sounds of violence A thousand footmen waging war A hundred archers maybe more Polemen thrusting from the second row Shieldmen dying, they're the first to go Two-stick fighters can harry the enemy flank They've got rank And love the sounds of violence Foolishly I pressed ahead I'd be a hero or be dead A belted fighter tried to teach me With his polearm he might reach me But my blows like violent hailstones fell And struck well Causing the sounds of violence Eastrealm fighters fell and died Before th'advancing Midrealm tide And we shouted out our battle cry We would conquer or we would die And the bards sing the deeds of the fighters that bravely fall And they all Whisper the sounds of violence
A LESSON
-Anonymous A charming master minstrel came travelling South one day Dressed he was in robes so fine, bright with colors gay And when he arrived at the inn where he had planned to stay He called to the serving wench and to her did say "Fetch me down some ale to drink for my throat is dusty! For it would never never do if my voice were rusty! Do be sure the sheets are clean and the room's not musty Come a little nearer, dear, you seem a wench most lusty!" The wench then did as she was bid and served a dinner fine The minstrel ate and then he called for a flagon full of wine Ans while he drained the flagon full he called the wench divine And as in answer to his prayers the wench brought him more wine The minstrel drank his wine more ribald grew his songs The wench did leave the minstrels side...but not for very long! Coming back she brought more wine, how could she do wrong? If the minstrel matched his songs he was very, very strong! The hour grew late and still the minstrel did not seem to tire All his songs had done to her was stoke her passion higher! And at last the room was full and dying was the fire "Four o'clock and alls well" sang the town's crier Suddenly the minstrel tired and needed help to bed He called to the serving wench and to her he said "Walk before me with the candle for I must be led For my senses, like the wine, seemingly are fled!" Then she led him to a room that had been set aside Wondering about his sudden needing of a guide Thinking about all the wine which he had imbibed Ardently she hoped the songs about him hadn't lied The wench did turn her back to him and closed the chamber door The minstrel then did fall in bed and he began to snore To herself she said as she looked for wine to pour "To this man I should have served less wine instead of more.." Now I've come to the end and moral of this tale Ladies if you'd like to spend your evening without fail And you do not wish to hear him snoring like a whale Limit then his intake of spirits, wine and ale!
FIFTEEN MEN ON A DEAD MAN'S CHEST
-Young Ewing Allison Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the Devil had done for the rest Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! The Mate was fixed by the bo'sun's pike, And the bo'sun brained by a marlin-spike, And the cookie's throat was marked belike! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of the whole ship's list, Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Dead and bedamned and their souls gone whist Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! And there they lay, and the soggy skies Dripped ceaselessly in staring eyes By murk sunset and by foul sunrise! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark, Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Ten of the crew bore the murder mark Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! 'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a gaping hole in a battered head, And the scuppers glut of a rotting red! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! And there they lay, aye, damn their eyes, Their lookouts clapped on Paradise; Their souls gone just the contrariwise! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of 'em good and true Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Every man Jack could have sailed with Old Pew! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold And a ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabin's riot of loot untold! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! And there they lay that had took the plum With sightless eyes and with lips struck dumb And we shared all by rule o'thumb! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! More was seen thru the stern light's screen Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! A flimsy shift on a bunker cot With a dirk slit sheer thru the bosom spot And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish rot! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Or was she wench, or shuddering maid, She dared the knife, and she took the blade; Faith, she was a plucky jade! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the Devil had done for the rest Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail tight With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-thee-well, And a sudden plunge in a sudden swell; Ten fathoms along the Road To Hell! Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum! * This is probably -the- classic pirate song. It has many variants, but this set of words is the best I have ever seen. The tune is -creepy!-
LONG DISTANCE SQUIRE
-Galen of Bristol and Genvieve McCullum du Caen (Tune: "Cat's in the Cradle") Squired a lad just the other day Gave him his belt in the usual way But there were wars to fight and men to slay He made his sword while I was away And he was fighting 'fore I knew it and as he grew He'd say, "I'm going to be like you, Sir, You know I'm going to be like you." CHORUS And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little squire boy and the man in the moon. When you coming here, Sir? I don't know when But we'll get together then, squire, You know we'll have a good fight then. He became a lord just the other day. He said, "Thanks for the shield, Sir, come on let's play. Can you teach me to kill?" I said, "Not today, I got a lot to do." He said, "That's OK." And he walked away but his smile never dimmed It said, "I'm going to be like him, yeah. You know I'm going to be like him." CHORUS He came from Pennsic just the other day So much like a Knight I just had to say, "Squire, I'm proud of you, can you fight for a while?" He shook his head, and he said with a smile, "What I'd really like, Sir, is to borrow your tent, please, See you later, will you leave us in peace?" CHORUS He's long been a knight, he's traveled far away, I saw him here just the other day. "I'd like to learn that snap blow, if you don't mind?" He said, "I'd teach you, Sir, if I could find the time. But, see, the new crown's a hassle and the squires are new, But it's been sure nice sparring with you." And as the King walked away it occurred to me, He'd grown up just like me. My squire was just like me. CHORUS
LOVER'S HEART
-Andy Stewart Phil Cunningham recorded by Silly Wizard "A Glint of Silver" copyright 1986 Bracken Music Services Am G Am7 C Dm Dm7 F F-G She was in the flowery garden when first she caught my eye Am G Am7 C Dm7 G And I just a marching soldier; she smiled as I passed by Dm Em Am C C Am Dm E The flowers she held were fresh and fair, her lips were full and red Am G C Am Dm7 G7 C And as I passed that shady bower, these words to me she said C G C Am Last night we spoke of love C Am Dm E Now we're forced to part Am G C Am You leave to the sound of a marching drum Dm7 G7 C And the beat of a lover's heart She was by the shore in the evening when next I saw my dear Running barefoot by the water side, she called as I drew near The sunlight glanced at the water's edge making fire of her auburn hair My young heart danced at her parting words that hung in the evening air (chorus) She was on the Strand next morning when orders came to sail And as we slipped our ropes away I watched her from the rail She threw me a rose, which fell between us, and floated on the Bay And as our ship pulled from the shore, I heard her call and say (chorus) Now the soldier's life won't suit me, sweet music is my trade For I'd rather melt the hardest heart than pierce it with a blade Let the time be short till I return to my home in the mountains high And the loving girl who stole my heart with these words as I passed by (chorus)
A GRAZING MACE
-Anonymous tune: "Amazing Grace" verses 1-5 by Skald-Brandr Toralfsson verse 6 is the original anonymous creation verse 7 from the HOPSFA Hymnal 3rd Edition A grazing mace, how sweet the sound, that felled my foe for me I bashed his head, he struck the ground, and thus came victory My mace has taught my foes to fear, that mace my fear relieved How precious did my mace appear, when I my mace received Through many tourneys wars and fairs, I have already come My mace has brought me safe thus far, my mace will bring me home The King has promised good to me, his word my hope secures I will his shield and weapon be, when he gives me my spurs And when my mace my foeman nails, that mortal strife shall cease And we'll possess within our pale, a life of joy and peace A grazing mace, how sweet the sound that flattened a wretch like thee! whose head is flat, that once was round; done in by my mace....and me! A grazing mace, how sweet the sound that smites a foe like thee You're left there lying on the ground, you've left the field to me!
THE BARD'S SONG
-Ioseph of Locksley (c) copyright 1990 W. J. Bethancourt III (Tune: "Dublin City") As I walked out one quiet evening At the hour of twelve at night Who should I meet but a fair young maiden Combin' her hair by candle light; Lassie, I have come a-courtin' Your kind favours for to win And if you'd heed my petition I would be your Paladin... (CHORUS) Gather roses in the Springtime Gather roses while ye may, Time is passing; roses wither; Winter comes; we're here -today-. Have you seen the dew a-formin' On the grass at early morn? Have you seen the forest quiet, Or a stag that's barely born? Have you seen the dawn a-breakin' O'er the Western Ocean's tide? Have you felt my heart a-beatin' When it's held close to your side? I can give no gold or silver, I can give no fields of land, I can give no servants brisk To wait on you both foot and hand; I can give you wide roads callin' Wind and Rain, and Moon and Sun, Songs to sing, and love and laughter, Dresses made of plain home-spun. Come dance with me upon the greensward in the moonlight, in the Spring. Dance with me within the forest Dance with me within the ring! Earth below us, stars above us, Fire and water by our side, Dance with me within the moonlight, Dance with me, and be my Bride!
BOLD SIR ROBIN
-Monty Python "Bravely bold Sir Robin Brought forth from Camelot He was not afraid to die Brave, bold Sir Robin He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.... He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp Or to have his eyes gouged out And his elbows broken To have his kneecaps split And his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled Brave Sir Robin..... His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt up And his penis ....."
FAIRIES LOVE SONG
-Anonymous Why should I sit and sigh Broo and bracken, broo and bracken Why should I sit and sigh All alone and weary When I see the plover rising Or the curlew wheeling It's then I'll court my mortal lover Back to me is stealing When the moon begins her waning I sit by the water Where a man born of the sunlight Loved the Faerie's daughter Oh, but there is something wanting O but I am weary Coming blithe, now bonny treads he O'er the knolls to cheer me
HOW SHOULD I YOUR TRUE LOVE KNOW?
-Wm. Shakespeare (Hamlet) (Ophelia's song) Am E Am A dim How should I your true love know? C G Dm Am From another one? Dm Am A dim By his cockle-hat and staff Am C G Am G And his sandal shoon. He is dead and gone, Lady, He is dead and gone! At his head a soft green turf At his heels a stone. White his shroud as mountain snow, Larded o'er with flowers, Which bewept to the grave did go With true lovers showers.
THE SEVEN JOYS OF MARY
-recorded by The Silly Sisters The first good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of One To see Our Saviour, Jesus Christ, when he was first Her Son! (Chorus): When He was first Her Son, good man, and blessed may He be! With Father, Son and Holy Ghost thru all Eternity! The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Two To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, to make the lame to go! To make the lame to go, good man, and blessed ...etc. The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Three To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, to make the blind to see! The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Four To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, to read the Bible o'er! The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Five To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, to bring the dead alive! The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Six To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, upon the Crucifix! The last good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of Seven To see Her own Son, Jesus Christ, to wear the Crown of Heaven!
THE VALKYRIE SONG
(Tune: Wagner's "Flight of the Valkyries") We fly through the night skies Flashing our fat thighs, Picking up dead guys; You call this a job? You take the blond guy, I'll take the redhead! Wait, he's not dead yet; Let him go . . . splat! Chorus: Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Oh-h-h-h-h-h! We're hunting the Wabbit! We're hunting the Wabbit! We're hunting the Wabbit! We're hunting the Wabbit!
BONNIE GEORGE CAMPBELL
Hie upon Highlands, and laigh upon Tay, Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day Saddled and bridled and gallant rode he, Hame cam his guid horse, but niver cam he! Saddled and booted and bridled rode he A plume tae his helmet, a sword at his knee, But toom cam his saddle, all bluidy tae see, Hame cam his guid horse, but niver cam he! Doon cam his auld mithir, greetin' fu' sair, Oot cam his bonnie wife, rievin' her hair, "My meadows lie green, and my corn is unshorn, My barn is tae big, and my babe is unborn!" (repeat verse 1)
THE BURDEN OF THE CROWN
-Baldwin of Erebor The battlefield is silent the shadows growing long Though I may view the sunset I'll not live to see the dawn The trees have ceased to rustle, the birds no longer sing All nature seems to wonder at the passing of a king And now you stand before me your father's flesh and blood Begotten of my sinews on the woman that I loved So difficult the birthing, the mother died that day And now you stand before me to take my crown away The hour is fast approaching when you come into your own When you take the ring and scepter and sit upon your throne Before that fatal hour when we each must meet our fate Pray gaze upon the royal crown and marvel at its weight This cap of burnished metal is the symbol of a land Supporting all we cherish, the dreams for which we stand The weight you'll find is nothing if you hold it in your hand The burden of the crown begins the day you put it on See how the jewels sparkle as you gaze on it again Each facet is a subject whose rights you must defend Every point of light a burden you must shoulder with your own And mighty is the burden of the man upon the throne The day is nearly ended, my limbs are growing cold I feel the angels waiting to receive my passing soul Keep well for me my kingdom, when my memory is dead And forgive me for the burden I place upon your head!
ODIN LOVES THE LITTLE VIKINGS
(Tune: "Jesus Loves the Little Children") Odin loves the little Vikings All the Vikings of the world Whether drunk on ale or mead In a boat or on a steed Odin loves the little Vikings of the world. Odin loves the little Vikings All the Vikings of the world If you're drunk and thrown in jail Odin - and your axe! - are bail Odin loves the little Vikings of the world. Odin loves the little Vikings All the Vikings of the world Offer up an ox or two And he'll be in debt to you. Odin loves the little Vikings of the world.
ROBIN HOOD AND THE PEDLAR
-recorded by Steeleye Span There chanced to be a Pedlar bold, A Pedlar bold there chanced to be He put his pack all on his back And merrily trudged o'er the lea By chance he met two troublesome blades Two troublesome blades they chanced to be And one of them was Robin Hood The other, Little John so free (Chorus): Gentlemen of high-born blood Gamble Gold and Robin Hood! "Oh Pedlar, Pedlar, what's in your pack? Come speedily, and tell to me" "I've several suits of the gay green silk, And silken bowstrings two, or three." "If you've several suits of the gay green silk And silken bowstrings two or three, Then, by my body," said Robin Hood, "Half your pack belongs to me!" "Oh nay, oh nay," said the Pedlar bold "Such a thing can never be! For there's never a man in Nottingham Can take one half my pack from me!" Then Little John he drew his sword, The Pedlar by his pack did stand They fought 'til the blood in streams did flow 'Til he cried, "Pedlar, hold your hand!" Then Robin Hood was standing by And he did laugh most merrily Saying "Perhaps a man of smaller scale Could thrash the Pedlar more than thee!" "Go try, my lord," cried Little John, "Go and try most speedily! There's never a man in Nottingham Can beat the Pedlar, and also me!" Then Robin Hood he drew his sword The Pedlar by his pack did stand They fought 'til the blood in streams did flow 'Til he cried, "Pedlar, hold your hand!" "Pedlar, Pedlar, what's thy name Come speedily, and tell to me, For I am called bold Robin Hood And Little John, he stands by me!" I'm Gamble Gold of the Gay Green Wood I've traveled far beyond the sea For killing a man in my father's land And from my country forced to flee" "If you're Gamble Gold of the Gay Green Wood Then my cousin you must be" We'll repair to a tavern near And bottles crack most merrily!" * note: sing the Chorus after every other verse, or so.
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