1. |
True Lovers
04:23
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What will we do if we have no money?
True Lovers what will we do then?
Sure we’ll hock around town for a penny or a pound, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we marry a tinker
True lovers, what will we do then?
Sure we’ll sell the tin can and walk on with me man, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we marry a sailor
true lovers, what will we do then?
Sure, we’ll have two or three while he’s gone off at see, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we marry a soldier
True lovers, what will we do then?
Sure, we’ll handle his gone, and we’ll fight for the fun, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we marry a tailor
True lovers, what will we do then?
We’ll take needle and thread and be glad we’re not dead, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we have a young daughter
True lovers what will we do then?
We’ll take her by the hand
and walk on with me man, oh
And we’ll yodel it over again
What will we do if we have no money?
True lovers, what will we do then?
Sure we’ll hock around town for a penny or a pound, oh
and we’ll yodel it over again
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2. |
The Rock Dove
02:30
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Sing me to the East, sing me to the west
sing for me a melody, the one that you like the best
the rock dove wears the city
his wings adorned with thorns
the owl remembers the day you die as well as the hours you’re born
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3. |
Up the Hills
02:50
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How many steps till I get to the stairs
till I get up the stairs that lead to the mountain side
up, up the mountain side
up the hills
down the hills
up the hills
down the hills
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4. |
La Pampania
00:37
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E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
Veni lu ventu, la cutulìa
La cimiddìa, cascari la fa
Veni lu ventu, la cutulìa
La cimiddìa, cascari la fa
E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
Veni lu ventu, la cutulìa
La cimiddìa, cascari la fa
Veni lu ventu, la cutulìa
La cimiddìa, cascari la fa
Veni lu ventu, la cutulìa
La cimiddìa, cascari la fa
E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
E la pampina di l’aliva
Di l’aliva la pampina
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5. |
Tithe Bearer
02:17
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6. |
Everything is Sacred
03:03
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Everything is sacred
Or nothing is at all
And if I should forget
My place in the web
Then lord I know I’ll fall
To see the world in a grain of sand*
Or heaven in a wild flower*
Would replace all taste
For wealth and waste
And the bitter taint of power
A lover’s sweat upon my flesh
The taste of burgundy wine
Fresh crushed herbs
The call of birds
That knows no earthly time
Everything is sacred
Or nothing is at all
And if I should forget
My place in the web
Then lord I know I’ll fall
Sometimes I wish to leave this place
And sail into the sun
The wild wind’s grace
Upon my face
And a song upon my tongue
The river whispers
The ocean sighs
And I someday shall die
And be reborn in the mushroom spores
My soul in the night-owl’s cry
Everything is sacred
Or nothing is at all
And if I should forget
My place in the web
Then lord I know I’ll fall
Everything is sacred
Or nothing is at all
And if I should forget
My place in the web
Then lord I know I’ll fall
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7. |
Russian Lullaby
01:47
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If the people live their lives
as if it were a song for singing out of light
provide the music for the stars
to be dancing circles in the night
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8. |
Charcoal Burner
02:41
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Little Snakes of smoke
Dancing around in the night
round and around in the night
up to the stars through the sky
to the music of a cracklin’ flame
here I belong only to me
I’m dancin’ around in the night
to the music of a cracklin’ flame
I’m dancin’ around in the night
to the music of a cracklin’ flame
to the music of a cracklin’ flame
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9. |
Rose Red
03:59
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Rose, Rose, Rose Red
Ever shall I see thee wed
I shall marry at my will, sire, at my will
Dig dong, ding dong
wedding bells on an April morn
bring two bell and a turtle dove to show I died for love
Mother father dig my grave
dig my grave with a golden spade
carve my name in a moss covered stone
a moss covered stone
Yo ho, nobody’s home
no eatin’ no drinkin, no money have I none
but still I will be very merry, merry
Oh, oh, oh
A poor bird
why art thou
crying in the darkness at this late hour
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10. |
Stick Stock
03:39
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Stick Stock, Stone Dead
Stick Stock, Stone Dead
(repeat in background until signaled to be silent for a verse and then pick it up again for the next two verses and quiet at the signal again for the final verse)
My Stepmother slew me
My dear Father ate me
Little Brother, whom I love
Sits below, I sing above
Stick Stock, Stone Dead (Continues in background)
My Stepmother was beautiful
She stole my Father's heart away
Wanted him all for herself
Wanted me out of the way
Stick Stock, Stone Dead (Continues in background)
Little brother he was born
With hair as black as the carrion crow
My hair grew gold as summer corn
She grew bitter as the sloe
Stick Stock, Stone Dead (Continues in background)
We played in the shade of the juniper tree
Like a raven and a dove
Stepmother's heart twisted like bark
Till she had no room for love
Stick Stock, Stone Dead (Continues in background)
"Come in, come in my sweetie pies
Night is near, you better beware
Before you sleep Susie Sweet
Let me comb your golden hair
Your lovely locks are full of knots
They will break my ebony comb
Fetch Father's axe, a billet of wood
We'll cut the knots the wind has blown."
*Stop the Stick Stock, Stone Dead (stops in background for next verse)
That night my brother had a dream
A snow white bird crying scarlet tears
And in the morning when he woke… (pause)
His tender heart was full of fear
Stick Stock, Stone Dead (picks up again in background)
My Stepmother made tender pies
Neat meat pies with crusts of gold
Father ate up every bite
Brother let his pies grow cold
They found my bones in the wood
Buried them under the juniper tree
Brother weeps at my grave
Weeps until he cannot see
*Stop the Stick Stock, Stone Dead (stops in background for final verse)
And I will sing my little song
To soothe my Brother's tears away
To ring in my Stepmother's ears
Until she turns into the clay
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11. |
Sheep Stealer
04:52
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I am a poor lad
whose fortune is bad
and I am misfortunate poor
but I do intend
my fortune to mend
to build a house down on the moor, me brave boys
to build a house down on the moor
My brothers do keep
Fine oxen and sheep
on a little house down on the dale
in the middle of the night
when the moon doth shine bright
there’s a great deal of work to be done, me brave boys
there’s a great deal of work to be done
I roam all around
on another man’s land
and I’ll steal a fat sheep for me own
with the aid of my knife
I’ll take of his life
it’s then that I’ll carry it home, me brave boys
it’s then that I’ll carry it home
My children shall use
the skin of the yew
and I will be weathering on
and when the constable does come
I’ll stand with me gun
and I’ll swear all I have is me own, me brave boys
I’ll swear all I have is me own
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12. |
Die Easy
04:19
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I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna die easy when I die
shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna see my mother when I die
I wanna see my mother when I die
I wanna see my mother when I die
shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna see my father when I die
I wanna see my father when I die
I wanna see my father when I die
Shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna see my brother when I die (x3)
Shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna see my sister when I die (x3)
shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
I wanna sing a ballad when I die (x3)
Shout salvation as I fly
I wanna die easy when I die
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13. |
Roll, Alabama, Roll
02:32
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When the Alabama's keel was laid
Roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard of Johnathan laird
Oh roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard of Johnathan laird
Roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Oh roll Alabama roll
From the western isle she sailed north
Roll, Alabama, Roll
to disrupt the commerce of the north
Oh, Roll, Alabama, Roll
many a sailor met his doom
Roll Alabama roll
when the yankee ship rolled into view
oh, roll Alabama roll
Off the three mile limit in ‘64
roll Alabama roll
The Alabama sunk to the ocean floor
Oh roll, Alabama roll
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14. |
Crew of the Undyin'
02:28
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Cross we the Capricorn
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
Cross we the Canc-i-ar
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
Go where the gale and the whaley-fish blow
And roll on the Undyin'
Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Swim with those gilled girls bathing below
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Sail we to Amsterdam
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
Sail we to Africa
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
Spice and tobaccy to Gree'land we go
And sing we the drunken tars
"Lo-dee-I-oh"
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Swim with those gilled girls bathing below
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Ne'er was I a freer man
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
'fore I was a sail-I-ar
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
'fore I left me golden lock lady on shore
'for I heard the captain call
"Lo-dee-I-oh"
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Swim with those gilled girls bathing below
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
And should we go home again
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
To our wives and good children
(Lo-dee-I-oh)
To see where the oak and the pineywood grow
Or a-die on the o-ce-an
Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
Swim with those gilled girls bathing below
Lo-dee-I-oh, Lo-dee-I-oh
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15. |
Haul Away Joe
02:45
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Oh when I was a little lad, my mother often told me
We’ll haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
that if I did not kiss the girls my lips would grow all moldy
We’ll haul away
We’re bound for better weather
We’ll haul away
We’ll haul away, Joe
Well once I had a german girl, but she was fat and lazy
We’ll haul away, We’ll haul away joe
but then I got an irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy
We’ll haul away
We’re bound for better weather
We’ll haul away
We’ll haul away, Joe
King louie was the king of France before the revolution
We’ll haul away, we’ll haul away joe
but then he got head cut off, it spoiled his constitution
We’ll haul away, We’ll haul away joe
We’ll haul away
We’re bound for better weather
We’ll haul away
We’ll haul away, Joe
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16. |
Leave Her Johnny
02:26
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Well I thought I heard
the old man say
Leave her Johnny, leave her
It’s a long hard pull
till the next payday
and it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, oh
leave her johnny leave her
for the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
and it’s time for us to leave her
Well was the skipper was bad but the mead was worse
leave her johnny, leave her
he will cut you down
with a sigh and a curse
and it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, oh
leave her johnny leave her
for the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
and it’s time for us to leave her
Well it’s time for us
to say goodbye
Leave her Johnny, leave her
oh the old pier
it’s a-drawing nigh
and it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, oh
leave her johnny leave her
for the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
and it’s time for us to leave her
Well I hate to sail this rotten tub
leave her, johnny, leave her
No grog allowed
and there’s rotten grub
and it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her johnny, leave her
Woah, oh
leave her, johnny, leave her
for the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
and it’s time for us to leave her
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17. |
Lonesome Road
02:24
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Look up look down that lonesome road
hang down your little head and cry my love
hang down your little head and cry
The best of friends must part someday
and why not you and I my love
why not you and I
The longest train I ever did see
was on that Georgia line My love
was on that Georgia line
The only girl I ever did love
is on that train and gone my love
is on that train And gone
The darkest night I ever did see
was the night I left my only love was the night I left my home
I never thought when we first met
that awful day would come my love
that awful day would come
Look up look down that lonesome road
hang down your little head and cry my love
hang down your little head and cry
The best of friends must part someday
and why not you and I my love
why not you and I
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18. |
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Sand and rising sea
wind and motion
fire be lit in me
sail away
lightening touch down to earth and ocean
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19. |
Pretty Saro (quick)
01:12
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I came to this country in eighteen and forty-nine
I saw many true loves but I never saw mine
I view-ed it all around me and found I was alone
And me a poor stranger and far from home.
Well, my true love she won't have me and it's this I understand
For she wants some free holder and I have no land
I couldn't maintain her on silver and gold
or all of the other fine things that my love's house would hold.
I wish I was a poet and could write in fine hand
I’d write my lover a letter that shed understand
I’d write it by the river where the waters o’erflow
and I’d think of pretty saro wherever I go
Pretty saro, pretty saro I must let you know
how truly I’ve loved you, I loved you so well
no tounge can express it no poet can tell
how truly I loved you, I loved you so well
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20. |
Pretty Saro (Hargreaves)
02:23
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I left my pretty saro and I quit my mother too
I’ve started out to ramble this country all through
and when I get tired I’ll sit down and weep
and I’ll think of my saro wherever I sleep
It is not this long journey I’ma dreaded for to go
or the country I come from or the debts that I owe
there’s just one thing that keeps me
and troubles my mind
it’s leavin’ my saro, pretty saro behind
If I were a merchant and I could write a find hand
I would write my love a letter that she’d understand
I would write by the river where the waters overflow
and I’d think of my saro wherever I go
Oh saro, pretty saro please tell me your mine
do you think me unworthy, do you think me unkind?
when our life here is over you surely will see
I have dreamed of you as kindly as you treated me
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21. |
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Last night I dreamed of my true love
All in my arms I held her
but I awoke she was not ther
now I must live without her
Her yellow hair like strands of gold
was streaming o’er my pillow
o she’s the only one I love
my rainbow mid the willow
I searched for her high and I searched for her low
I made some low inquiries
but they all said no we’ve seen no such
we would have no such in our keeping
but when she heard from me those words
she whispered low at her window
oh darlin’ I’d be in your company
but locks and chains doth hinder
Now when I heard those words of hers
I swore that room I would enter
Or prayer to whom the reason why
she was locked and chained within there
but up stepped her father stern and wise
like wise two stallward brothers
before you enter that locked room
in your life’s blood you will wallow
they’ve taken away my one true love
and tears now wet my pillow
oh she’s the only one I love
my rainbow mid life’s willow
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Where, where am I to go
Where, where does my path go
Oh Goddess
The apex of the pine
The roots of the magnolia
Where am I to go
How should I know
What are your bricks colored
Oh witch of Oz
What stone is your city
and what direction, from whence do you come
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23. |
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Come, all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme
For when your thyme is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And in the place your time was waste
Will spread all over with rue
Will spread all over with rue
A woman is a branching tree
And man a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
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24. |
Dreamsong
01:46
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All, that’s all I want to know
Did you dream of me last night
when I dreamt of you
Can you hear me when I call
through the veil
When I peel back the veil
are you listening, dear?
Can you hear me callin’ to ya
through that misty veil
are you waiting there
in the hall
perfectly formed
are you waiting in the hall
for me
Unknowingly
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25. |
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When you are born you cry
and the world rejoices
live your life so that when you die
the world cries and you rejoice
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26. |
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When you are born you cry
and the world rejoices
live your life so that when you die
the world cries and you rejoice
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27. |
Back I Go Back
00:29
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Back to the earth my body go
Back to the sea my blood will flow
Back to the sky my breath will sigh
Back to the stars my spirit fly
Back I go back when my time is done
Back I go back like the setting sun
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28. |
CYCLE
01:21
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Life is a cycle ending in death
Light give darkness breath
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29. |
Wind, Wind
00:33
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Wind, wind, give me back my feather
Sea, Sea, give me back my ring
Death, death give me back my mother
so that she can hear me sing
Wind, wind, go and tell my daughter
tell her that I wear the ring
tell her that I ride the feather
falling from the falcon’s wing
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30. |
Blackbird Die
02:02
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I saw the blackbird die
on a highway far from home
Dying, dying, dying far from home
I saw the white moon cry
crying down from heaven
crying, crying, crying down from heaven
I felt the red tide roll
roll throughout my body
Rolling, Rolling, Roll throughout my body
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31. |
Sorrows Away
02:51
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Well the days come to pass more cheerful each day
since we found a new act to drive sorrows away
Sorrows away (x3)
since we found a new act to drive sorrows away
bright phoebe awakes so high in the sky
with her red rosy cheeks and her sparkling eyes
sparkling eyes (x3)
with her red rosy cheeks and her sparkling eyes
If you ask for my credit you’ll find I have none
with a bottle and friends you will find me at home
find me at home (x3)
with a bottle and friends you will find me at home
Although I’m not rich and although I’m not poor
I’m as happy as those who have thousands or more
thousands or more (x3)
I’m as happy as those who have thousands or more
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32. |
Poor Bird
00:12
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A poor bird
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrows of
This dark night
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