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Subject: RE: LyrAdd+HelpReq: Toss Of Golden Hair From: MudGuard Date: 03 Nov 99 - 01:30 AM Thanks John, I thought nobody knows this song. I was just about giving up my hopes... MudGuard
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE TOSS OF GOLDEN HAIR From: John Wood Date: 02 Nov 99 - 10:13 PM Good you "refreshed" this Lamarca. I'd missed it! This should help MudGuard: From the album "Think of Tomorrow" by The Pentangle (Ariola 883 697/HYCD 200 112). THE TOSS OF GOLDEN HAIR
As I was going to Dublin on the very first day of the year,
"Now it's my turn for a question," this pretty maiden did decide.
"What would you give", she continued, "If a different fortune could be thine?
"Oh, fair maiden, do not tempt me, though there's something in your face, I know,
But as they were a-walking and talking fondly all the day,
"Come with me, love, on the morrow. On the high path you and I must meet,
I've copied this from the cover.
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Subject: LyrAdd+HelpReq: Toss Of Golden Hair From: MudGuard Date: 25 Oct 99 - 03:33 PM Another attempt of a lyrics transcription, as usual not quite good. It is a recording by Pentangle Can anyone help me with the red parts (I wrote down what I think I heard)? TIA, MudGuard The Toss Of The Golden HairAs I was going to Dublin on the very first day of the yearA young and pretty maiden on the road before me did appear Would you halt for my pretty maiden I did ask of her so softly It's a truelcy that I dwelt so, and a fairer place you'll never see Now it's my turn for a question this pretty maiden did decide Are you free to make so bold now when at home your poor wife does reside 'Tis true, my wife is ever eyelaw I mean's past remain some longer And my spirit it is breaking for I know that she will ne'er be wed What would you give, she continued, if a different fortune could be thine What would you give, she did press me, for a maiden young and in her prime Who could give you money and your bottle and gold for you to scronder And each night just to enchant you golden dresses to narcose your breath Oh fair maiden, do not tempt me for there's something in your face I know And the toss of your gold hair looks as strange as backward a negro But no money have I in my pocket nor gold nor land to fall on And I fear to take a lover, to be true that a pains again But as they were a-walking and talking formally all the day He knew this lass would hather near formally they could find a way I would travel all the roads of Ireland if one sweet kiss you'd give me And forsaken friends and family just to give you only onto me. Come with me, love, on the morrow on the high birth you and I must meet And no more will we depart at when we'll find at last our lonely tree And if friends or family ask about me I'm the change that's come about me I can tell them with a quiet heart it's my first true love that I have found. |
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