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28 Jun 02 - 05:00 PM (#739050) Subject: Remote from mansion and from mart From: redcogs On a Steve Tilson and Maggie Boyle album (1990s)- Maggie singing alone - openning line 'Remote from mansion and from mart'? |
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28 Jun 02 - 05:02 PM (#739051) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: Sorcha So, you want the lyrics, or what? |
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28 Jun 02 - 05:08 PM (#739054) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: redcogs please, plus any details - author of lyric etc |
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28 Jun 02 - 05:12 PM (#739055) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: Sorcha No luck at all Googling. Sorry, maybe someone knows them. |
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28 Jun 02 - 05:23 PM (#739063) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: redcogs thanks for trying sorcha |
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01 Jul 02 - 05:04 PM (#740280) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: Jim Dixon Rounder records has a track listing, and lots of sound samples, for All Under the Sun, 1996, by Steve Tilston & Maggie Boyle (note the spelling of Steve's last name). Is one of those songs the one you want? If you come back here and ask for a specific song title, you might have a better chance. Also see Steve Tilston's discography And now that you know the correct spelling, you may have better luck searching. |
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27 Dec 09 - 10:45 PM (#2797619) Subject: Lyr Add: THE NAVVY From: GUEST,999 THE NAVVY Remote from mansion and from mart, Beyond our outer, furrowed fields— One with the rock he cleaves apart, One with the weary pick he wields— Bowed with his weight of discontent, Beneath the heavens sagging gray, His steaming shoulders stark and bent, He drags his joyless years away. For dreamy dames with haughty eyes, And cunning men with soft white hands Have offered you in sacrifice Lone outcast of the outcast lands. For all the furs that keep them warm, For all the food that keeps them fit, Through all the years they've wrought you harm, And take a churlish pride in it. Brutish we've hashed it far and near, I've shared your woe and dull despair; We've sung our songs, and none to hear, And told our wrongs, and none to care. Some day—how soon we may not tell— We'll rend the riven fetters free. Till then, may heaven guard you well, And God be good to you—and me. |
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31 Dec 09 - 07:17 PM (#2800473) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remote from mansion and from mart From: Jim Dixon The text of THE NAVVY apparently came from Songs of the Dead End by Patrick MacGill (New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1912), page 3. |