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When I was a young girl my fortune was set
I once went a courting a true sailor lad
I courted him fondly by night and by day
But now like a sailor he’s gone far away
My love he was handsome in every degree
My parents despised him because he loved me
But they can despise him and say what they will
Whilst there’s breath in my body I'll love that lad still.
If I were a blackbird I’d whistle and sing
Follow the vessel my true love sailed in
And on the top rigging I’d there build my nest
And pillow my head on his lily-white breast
He promised to meet me at Donnybrook Fair
With a bunch of blue ribbon to tie up my hair
And if I should meet him I’d crown him with joy
While I kissed the lips of my own sailor boy
If I were a blackbird I’d whistle and sing
Follow the vessel my true love sailed in
And on the top rigging I’d there build my nest
And lay my head down on his lily-white breast
When I was a young girl my fortune was set
I once went a courting a true sailer lad
I courted him fondly by night and by day
And now like a sailor he’s gone far away
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Once I had such a purty little boy
As good a little boy as any
He could run five miles in one half an hour
To bring a letter for my Georgie
My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie
Once I lived out on shooter’s knoll
Oh and vassals I had many
I’d be giving the silver to every man
Who could fight for the life of my Georgie
My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie
My Georgie never stole no silver or gold
Never murdered or hurt anybody
Only stole sixteen of the queen’s white deer
For to feed his poor family
My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie
I’ve had six children now already
And the seventh lies in my belly
I’d be giving the silver to every man
Who could spare me the life of my Georgie
My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie
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Thyrsis - Brigg Fair
02:46
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It was on the fifth of August the weather fine and fair,
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for love I was inclined.
I got up with the lark in the morning, with my heart so full of glee,
Of thinking there to meet my dear, long time I'd wished to see.
I took hold of her lily-white hand, O and merrily was her heart:
"And now we're met together, I hope we never part".
For it's meeting is a pleasure, and parting is a grief,
But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief.
The green leaves they shall wither and the branches they shall die
If ever I prove false to her, the girl that loves me.
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‘Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwellin'
Said you must come, my Master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen."
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew a' nigh him
The only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying
Oh yes I'm low, I'm very low
And death is on me dwellin'
No better, better I’ll never be
If I can't get Barbara Allen
Don't you remember in the stand
In yonder stand a' drinkin'
You passed your glass all around and around
And you slighted Barbara Allen
He turned his pale face to the wall
For death was on him dwellin'
Adieu, adieu, good neighbors all
Adieu sweet Barbara Allen
As she was goin' across the fields
She heard those death bells a' knellin'
And ev'ry stroke the death bell give
Hard-hearted Barbara Allen
Oh Mother, Mother, dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow
Sweet William's died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow
They grew and grew in the old church tower
‘Till they could grow no higher
At the end they formed a knot
And the rose grew round the briar
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The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play,
And many strawberry grows round the salt sea.
How sad is my heart when my love is away,
How many's the ship sails the ocean?
The bride and bride's party to church they did go,
The bride she rode foremost, (she bore the best show.)
But I followed after, my heart full of woe
To see my love wed to another.
The first place I saw her was in the church stand,
A ring on her finger, her love by her hand.
Says I, my wee lassie, I will be your man,
Although you are wed to another.
The next place I saw her was on the way home,
I ran on before her, not knowing where to go.
Says I, "My wee lassie, I'll be by your side,
Although you are wed to another."
"Stop", said the groomsman, 'till I speak a word -
Will venture your life on the point of my sword?
For courting so slowly you've lost your fair maid,
So, begone, for you'll never enjoy her."
O make now my grave, both large, wide, and deep,
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet.
And lay me down in it to take my last sleep,
For that's the best way to forget her.
The lambs on the green hills, they sport and play,
And many strawberry grows round the salt sea.
How sad is my heart when my love is away,
How many's the ship sails the ocean,
How many's the ship sails the ocean.
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I’m walking down the track and I got tears in my eyes
Tryin’ to read a letter from my home
And if this train runs me right, I’ll be home tomorrow night
I am 900 miles from my home
I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
Pawn you my gold diamond ring
If that train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
I am 900 miles from my home
Lord this train I am on is 100 coaches long
Hear the whistle blow a million miles
If this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
I am 900 miles from my home
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Uwoz mamo roz,
komu córke dos.
Nie daj ze ji za lada jekigo,
jej urody zol.
Bo jej uroda
jek bystra woda.
Prawe licko jej sie zrunieniło
jek pólno róza.
Bo pólno róza
roz do roku kście.
Cianskoć temu syrcoziu mojemu,
chto kogo nie chce.
A chto kogo chce,
na strónie stoi.
Skorz go, Boze, ach mój Mocny Boze,
Chto na mnie nastoi.
❧
Tell me, mother,
to whom will you pass your daughter?
You should not give her to a random one;
don't you let her beauty be wasted.
Because her beauty
is like a wild river.
Her kindly face blushed,
like a field rose.
Because a field rose
blooms once a year.
It's hard for my heart,
to not be wanted by one.
And the one who desires,
stands aside.
Punish the one, God, oh my mighty God,
who wants to hurt me.
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O woman there, beside the shore
Reach out your hand
To see if I am still able
To swim a stroke
Have you no pity for a woman drowning?
Or none at all, care little for her?
In your place, tonight I will be
In your blankets, soft and snow white
And bid farewell to my three children
One a year old, and two the other
and the third still being suckled
and the third was being suckled
and bid farewell to my three brothers
they'll be through here tomorrow morn
and they will find me lying drowned
my brown curls in the salt sea
my breast milk amongst the weeds
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As I walked out on a midsummer’s morn
To view the fields and the meadows so gay
There I saw a sweet pretty damsel
As I was walking on the highway
And he said, ‘My dear how far are you going?
How far are you going so early in the morn?’
‘I’m going down to my next-door neighbour
Down in Crompton where I was born.’
‘Dear are you fond of games?
There’s one of yours I should
Like for to learn.’
Then they picked the pack for each turn to deal
He dealt no trump tricks off but a Jack
‘Oh, let it go my way
Today.’
She played off her ace, stole jack from me
Made she high low jack
and the game.
‘Young man, as I have fairly beat
We’ll play that same game over again.’
‘Young lady, as you have fairly beat
We’ll play that same game over again.’
‘And if you can find the luck to win
We’ll raise the stakes, to all or nothing.’
Then he picked up his hat and bid her good morn
So she said she was high low jack and the game
Said ‘Young man if you’ll call again tomorrow
We’ll play that same game over again.’
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The King has been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain with his daughter at home
“What ails, what ails my daughter
That you look so pale and wan
Or have you had the sickness
Or been sleeping with a man?”
“Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown
And stand naked upon the stone
So I might know you by your shape
You could be a maiden or none”
“Was it a Lord, a Duke or a Night
Or a man of birth and fame
Or was it one of my serving men,
Lately out of Spain?”
Now the King has called on his merry men
By thirty and by three
“Fetch my this Willie of Winsbury
For hanged he shall be”
But when he came The King before
He was clad all in red silk
His hair was like golden strands
His skin was as white as milk
“It is no wonder”, said the King
“That my daughter’s love you did win
For if I were a woman
My bedfellow you would have been”
“Oh will you marry my daughter
By the truth of your right hand”
“Oh yes I will marry your daughter
But I’ll not be the Lord of your land”
He mounted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple grey
He made her the lady of as much land
As she should ride on a warm summer’s eve
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Ae fond kiss and then we sever
Ae farewell, alas for ever
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy
Nothing could resists my Nancy
But to see her was to love her
Love but her, and love for ever
Had we never loved sae kindly
Had we never loved sae blindly
Never met, nor never parted
We had ne’er been broken-hearted
Ae fond kiss and then we sever
Ae farewell, alas for ever
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
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O fare you well, I must be gone
And leave you for a while:
But wherever I go, I will return,
If I go ten thousand mile, my dear,
If I go ten thousand mile.
Ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone,
Whilst I may lie, lament and cry,
And you will not hear my moan, my dear,
And you will not hear my moan.
The crow that is so black, my dear,
Shall change his colour white;
And if ever I prove false to thee,
The day shall turn to night, my dear,
The day shall turn to night.
O don't you see that milk-white dove
A-sitting on yonder tree,
Lamenting for her own true love,
As I lament for thee, my dear,
As I lament for thee.
The river never will run dry,
Nor the rocks melt with the sun;
And I'll never prove false to the girl I love
Till all these things be done, my dear,
Till all these things be done.
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A London-based collective and record label.
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