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Subject: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 08 Jan 12 - 04:26 PM The idea of this thread is the same as the word association game. One song should link to the next, by a name or a writer. Or some other srong link. This is my starter, easy because there are a few songs which mention Nancy. TOO CLOSE TO THE WIND Farewell to you, my faithful Nancy And a thousand times adieu; For the constable comes up from Brackley Market And a hundred volunteers too. No more will we hide in the forest For fear they might run us to ground For the wild sea, we'd sailed upon it Too close to the wind. For twenty years, we have roved the highways Of Northamptonshire. From Daventry* down to the southern byways We robbed both the rich and the poor. For ofttimes our families were starving And the highway it kept them alive, So the wild sea, we sailed upon it Too close to the wind. Tonight I lie in a darkened dungeon Condemned on the gallows to die, While the man who gave us away is only Bound for Australia. No man could be found to defend us Naught but abuse came our way, For the wild sea, we'd sailed upon it Too close to the wind. The clouds they rise over Northampton market, And the crowds pour into the town, And the people will throng in the streets until sunset, 'Til the hangman cuts us down. And fifty children of Culworth Their fathers are taken away, For the wild sea they sailed upon it Too close to the wind. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Crowhugger Date: 08 Jan 12 - 04:59 PM If subject in the title counts as a strong enough link: Blow the Wind Southerly. (No need to re-post when the lyrics are already on another thread.) |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 08 Jan 12 - 05:25 PM Nice one. Yes if the words are already in the DT, then a title and a link will suffice. Save Max's bandwidth. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Jeri Date: 08 Jan 12 - 05:26 PM I (somewhere) have the MacCalans' CD it's on and I even learned the song. I think one of them may have written it. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Jeri Date: 08 Jan 12 - 05:43 PM Oops I'm guessing this is trad? I was going to suggest Allan Taylor's "Land of the North Wind" if it wasn't. If it was, I'd suggest "Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy". |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Bert Date: 09 Jan 12 - 12:04 AM Fare thee well my Nancy ten thousand times adieu I'm off to sail the ocean girl once more to part from you once more to part from you fine girl you're the girl that I adore and still I live in hopes to see Old Swansea Town once more |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: doc.tom Date: 09 Jan 12 - 07:04 AM I wish I was with Nancy, I, O, I, O, On the second floor, with two bob more, I'd live and die with Nancy, I, O, I, O, I'd live and die with Nancy, Oh the thing that first set me heart in a flutter Was her Balmporal boots as she cruised the gutter Down the Strand, Down the Strand, Down the Strand, Down the Strand, |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 09 Jan 12 - 07:39 AM Leaving Nancy Eric Bogle. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 09 Jan 12 - 09:08 AM From An Australian Folksong a Day Sign-On Day (Trad.) It's sign-on day at the Dance Palais And we're down to a quid or two But we'll cut a quick ton if you give us the run And we'll see the season through Chorus: You can have Maria, Sophia and Madelaine, But we'll take the sugar That comes from sugarcane We've cut down on the rivers And up at Mossman too, But give us the cane with the Herbert strain And we'll see the season through The ganger is a gun, me boys, The cook can make a stew, If he drops the cane inspector in, We'll see the season through Our hands are raw, but two bob more Will make them seem like new, If we get enough pay we'll cut all day 'Til we see the season through There's grog of sorts in other parts, But Cairns has got the brew That we'll drink and drink and drink and drink When we've seen the season through From Ron Edwards Great Australian Folk Songs. "Learnt from Bill Oliver, Redlynch, North Queensland, 1960. The song refers to signing on for work on the cane-fields near Cairns. Signing-on would often take place at a local hall, in this case The Grand Palais. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: jacqui.c Date: 09 Jan 12 - 09:22 AM Nancy Spain |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: saulgoldie Date: 09 Jan 12 - 09:24 AM Heave away my bully bully boys, Heave away, heave away. Heave away my bully bully boys, And we're bound for Australia. Saul |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Noreen Date: 09 Jan 12 - 09:33 AM BULLY IN THE ALLEY |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Jeri Date: 09 Jan 12 - 10:24 AM WHIPLASH! -- THE WRECK ON THE C & O And when she blew for Hinton, her engineer was there |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 09 Jan 12 - 10:38 AM The Wreck of the Old 97 |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 09 Jan 12 - 11:27 AM Virgil Cain is my name and I drove on the Danville train |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 09 Jan 12 - 12:00 PM Bell ringing song: @displaysong.cfm?SongID=5890 This is thanks to Vaughan, as I have 'and all the bells were ringing' from his song worming its way through my head! |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 09 Jan 12 - 12:31 PM Perhaps we should point out the connect to the previous song as we go? |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Cats Date: 09 Jan 12 - 01:42 PM Egloshayle Ringers because it is another of the Cornish Bell ringing Songs. Egloshayle is just off the Bodmin road on the way in to Wadebridge. The church is on the right and the ringers are buried in the church yard. When I first moved in to Callington [of the previous song] I went on a tour of the town which ended up in St Mary's church. The guide explained there was a lost song about the bell ringing competition held for Queen Victoria's diamond Jubilee but no one knew what had happened to it. So, I stood in the bell tower and sang it! Come all you jolly ringers and listen to my tale, I'll tell you of five ringers bold that lived in Egloshayle. By ring or ray, by night and day, none with them could compare The fame of these five ringers bold was a true delight to hear. Chorus (after each verse): Lanlivery men, St. Tudy men, St. Mabyn and St. Kew, But these five boys from Egloshayle could all the rest out-do. There was Craddock the cordwainer, he rang the treble bell. John Ellery was the second man and few could him excel. The third was Pollard the carpenter, the fourth was Thomas Cleeve, And Goodfellow the tenor man he rang them round so brave. Now Craddock was the captain, he stepped along with his toe And casting of his eye about he commanded them where to go. They rang so brave with courage bold; it did their hearts revive Sweet music then was quickly heard with a one, two, three, four, five. They went down to Lanlivery and took away the prize, They went up to St. Tudy and they've done the same likewise. There's Stratton men, St. Mabyn men, St. Issey and St. Kew, But these five boys from Egloshayle could all the rest out-do. With this little core they ran so sure, no changes did they fear, No man did ever lose his turn, 'twas a joy to see and hear. And people all for miles around did tell o'er hill and vale The tale of these five ringers bold that lived in Egloshayle. Now to conclude this merry tale, the ringers' health I'll join. Stand every man and pass the flask and drink their health in wine. So here's to Craddock, Ellery, and here's to Thomas Cleeve, To Pollard and to Goodfellow who rang them round so brave |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: YorkshireYankee Date: 09 Jan 12 - 06:12 PM The Bell Ringing (a.k.a. The Men of North Lew) |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 09 Jan 12 - 07:19 PM Hee hee, Vicki, got that already! Your thinking cap will have to go on again! |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 10 Jan 12 - 05:19 AM The Bells Phil Ochs/ E A Poe. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: GUEST,Don Wise Date: 10 Jan 12 - 05:25 AM "O what will you give me say the sad bells of Rhymney".......... |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Mr Happy Date: 10 Jan 12 - 10:47 AM '.......hurrah, me nancy boys, do let me go!' [swiftly grabbing smock!] |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: wysiwyg Date: 10 Jan 12 - 11:17 AM What a great new game!!!! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: deepdoc1 Date: 10 Jan 12 - 10:13 PM Nancy Whiskey Trad/Gaelic Storm Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o (extended instrumental) Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o I am a weaver, a Calton weaver. I am a brash and a roving blade. I got silver in my britches. And I follow a roving trade Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o As I walked into Glasgow city. Nancy Whiskey I did smell. I walked in, sat down beside her. Seven long years I loved her well. Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o The more I kissed her, the more I knew her. The more I loved her, the more she smiled. I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled. Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Woke up early in the mornin', lying half way off the bed. I tried to rise but was not able. Nancy damn near knocked me dead. Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o I'll gang back to the Calton weaving; surely make those shuttles fly. I'll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did at the roving way. Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers, all ye weavers where e're ye be. Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. She'll ruin you she ruined me! Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskaaay-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskaaay-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: The Walrus Date: 10 Jan 12 - 10:52 PM So I'll go with "Whiskey You're the Devil" Tom |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Cats Date: 11 Jan 12 - 03:27 AM What's the link between the Bells of Rhymney and Hurrah me Nancy Boys, do let me go. Sorry if I'm being thick. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 11 Jan 12 - 04:42 AM The Devil and the Feathery Wife |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 11 Jan 12 - 06:23 AM Five nights drunk (link is wife) Five nights drunk |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: The Walrus Date: 11 Jan 12 - 07:46 AM As we're in Boozing mode... "Drink old England Dry" Tom |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: doc.tom Date: 11 Jan 12 - 08:16 AM Give me the punch ladle (to drink old England Dry) |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: GUEST,Barnacle (at work) Date: 11 Jan 12 - 08:26 AM Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl ... to The Barley Mow Here's good luck to the pint pot, good luck to the barley mow To the pint pot, half a pot ... and the brown bowl |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: BillE Date: 11 Jan 12 - 08:43 AM John Barleycorn |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 11 Jan 12 - 09:47 AM The sheep's in the meadows The kye's in the corn Thou's ower lang in thy bed Bonny at morn. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Cats Date: 11 Jan 12 - 01:38 PM Handel's Messiah..... All we like sheep..... |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 11 Jan 12 - 02:36 PM The Derby Ram |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: GUEST,Songbob Date: 11 Jan 12 - 03:58 PM Don't know where you can find all the lyrics, but there's this, which ties into "derby:" Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? Isn't it the knobby one, In just the proper style. I should like to have one, Just the same as that. Where'ere I go, they shout, "Hello! Where did you get that hat?" From Bob Carlin's singing. I don't know that I ever got all the words, but think I must have. However, I can't access my home PC from work, so... Bob |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: dick greenhaus Date: 11 Jan 12 - 04:06 PM All around my Hat |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: GUEST,Suibhne Astray Date: 11 Jan 12 - 04:14 PM Twanky Dillo |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 11 Jan 12 - 04:38 PM The Blacksmith |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 11 Jan 12 - 05:15 PM THE CELLAR DOOR by John Clare By the old tavern door on the causey there lay A hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray, And there stood the blacksmith awaiting a drop As dry as the cinders that lay in his shop; |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: terrier Date: 11 Jan 12 - 05:24 PM http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/songster/16-simon,-the-cellarer.htm |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 11 Jan 12 - 05:39 PM Simon the Cellarer had a high-backed chair, but Peggy had a LOW-BACKED CAR |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: terrier Date: 11 Jan 12 - 05:58 PM Larry Doolan had a Jaunting Car |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: The Walrus Date: 11 Jan 12 - 08:25 PM I'll motorise that as... "O'Rafferty's Motor Car" Tom |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: John MacKenzie Date: 12 Jan 12 - 05:00 AM THE NIGHT THAT O'RAFFERTY'S PIG RAN AWAY. O'Rafferty's pig was a wonderful animal, Built like a battleship solid and stout, His ignorance it would have disgraced any cannibal, Impudence written all over his snout. The night he got loose there was such a commotion, That women were screaming and men turned pale, They were running and jumping, colliding and bumping, And everyone making a grab at his tail. Then Mickey Malone the heavyweight champion, Ran at the pig wit a big rolling pin, He struck it a blow but caught Mrs.Mulroe, Her bustle was shifted up under her chin. Widow Malone fell through a shop window, In pickles and jam and red herrings she lay, She had salmon and skippers all over he knickers, The night that O'Rafferty's pig ran away. It ran into the police court and looked at each prisoner, It swallowed the bible, said the judge infra dig, And because of your actions I'll postpone the case But the local solicitor said they must all try the pig. The pig looked at Reilly the principle witness, Then ran into the grocers next door to McCanns, He rolled in the butter, then dashed in the gutter, And that's how he kept slipping right out of their hands. Fat Mrs. Doyle she ran like an elephant, Puffing and blowing with Mrs.Maguire, She fell on the ground and begorra the sound, Was just like the burst of a pneumatic tyre. Flanagan he then got the pig in a corner, He jumped on his back and ran into a drain, At twenty to seven his home was in heaven, The night that O'Rafferty's pig ran away. A bloodthirsty crowd led by old Denis Cassidy, Chased it with vengeance from Derry to Cork, And didn't he swear when the pig with audacity, Jumped on a tram while he had to walk. It ran through the legs of old Councillor Duffy, A man of great standing and lofty ideas, When they collided old Duffy backslided, And down went the standing of twenty-five years. Burke's wooden leg it was broken and shattered, Her lay on his back shouting for Doctor Lamont, Barney O'Toole says don't be a fool, It's a hammer and saw and a joiner you want. Then came the news that the pig had been captured, The town had a thanksgiving supper they say, And cabbage and bacon were lawfully taken, The night that O'Rafferty's pig ran away. |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 12 Jan 12 - 08:31 AM And cabbage and bacon were lawfully taken, The night that O'Rafferty's pig ran away. BILE DEM CABBAGE DOWN |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 12 Jan 12 - 09:17 AM Then they changed him again, it was all in her arms To a big black dog to bite But she held him tight, she feared him not He did not hear a fright, a fright He did not hear a fright http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=5686 |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Barb'ry Date: 12 Jan 12 - 09:19 AM oops, missed a bit from the link Tamlyn |
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Subject: RE: Song Chain From: Snuffy Date: 12 Jan 12 - 12:22 PM TAMLYN Lady Margaret, she's taken out her silver comb Made haste to comb her hair SPANISH LADY First she tossed it, then she brushed it, On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam. |
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