Well I will start, but won't put them all in one message. Thank goodness for you and me, "V'La L'bon Vent" about the good little breeze is in the DT database. This is good because I don't know French. A search of "vent" turned it up.

FOUR RODE BY by Ian Tyson (1964)

Four rode by, rode through here,
Three McLean boys and that wild Alex Hare.
They were armed, all were armed,
It was them and I'd have known them anywhere.

Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar cayuse
And when the wild bunch stole him, He high-tailed it into town.
Usher in those days was keeping order in the district
But before he'd ridden thirty miles, The McLean boys shot him down.

CHO: Four rode by, rode through here,
Three McLean boys and that wild Alex Hare.

A shepherd known as Kelly saw the wild bunch as they passed.
They shot him with a rifle and they took his watch and chain.
And when the posse found them there in the lonely cabin
A hunger took their fight away and no one else was slain. CHO.

They hung the boys in January 1881
The first time in that province that they'd strung up brothers three
And the son killed eighteen Germans across the seas back in seventeen
One thing, that's for damn sure, they're a wild old family.

Four rode by, rode through here,
Three McLean boys and that wild Alex Hare.
They were armed, all were armed,
It was them and I'd have known them anywhere.

RED VELVET by Ian Tyson (1965)

Four months ago in April on a day coach she came down
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
I should-a known I couldn't hold her living out so far from town
And the nights to come are long and slow to go.

Well now she's up and left me and went walkin' down the road
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow.
All dressed up in red velvet and her high heel shoes so fine
And the nights to come are long and slow to go.

Well if I'd only known before we kissed
You can't keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this
Now she's gone and left me, went walkin' down the line
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow

Well I'll sit and count the evening stars as they walk around
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow.
Then I'll call my dog and take the truck and drive on into town
"Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go
And those dusty autumn winds begin to blow.

Words from "Ian & Sylvia" published by M Witmark & son, 1965. Unless somebody else chips in, I'll get to the others another time. I won't disagree that 7 songs in one request shades toward the greedy side.

rich r