Songbook - Folk Songs Of Lancashire

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: Three Crows
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 07:43 PM

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Three Crows

There were three crows sat on a tree
And they were black as black could be.
And they were black as black could be.
And they were black as black could be.

One old crow said to his mate
"What have we this 'ere day to eat?"

They flew across the burning plain
To where an owd 'orse 'ad been slain.

"Thee sit on his big breast bone
And I'll pike out his bonny blue 'een."

One old crow said to the other
"By gum this is a tough old bugger!"

Up come the farmer with his gun
And shot these crows exceptin' one.

Last owd crow flew to a tree
Said "Yer a silly owd bugger, you can't shoot me!"

Farmer raised up his big gun
And shot that crow right up the bum.

That's the end of me terrible tale
If tha wants any more, buy us some ale!

Subject: Tune/Lyr ics ADD: Three Jolly Huntsmen
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 07:45 PM

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Three Jolly Huntsmen

It's of three jolly huntsmen and a hunting they did go
And they hunted and they hollered and they blew their horns also
And one said "Mind your eyes and keep your noses to the wind
And then by scent or sight we'll find sum mat to our mind
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered and the next thing they did find
Was a turnip in a turnip field and that they left behind
One said it was a boggart and the other he said "Nay!
It's just a rusty cannon ball owd Hitler threw away
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered and the next thing they did find
A tattered boggart in a field and that they left behind
One said it was a boggart and the other he said "Nay!
It's just a drunken tinker who's gone and lost his way
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered and the next thing they did find
Two lovers in a lane and those they left behind
One said as it were boggarts and the other he said "Nay!
It's just two raving lunatics who tried to run away
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered and the next thing they did find
An old pig lying in a poke and that they left behind
One said it was a boggart and the other he said "Nay!
It's just a Manchester alderman who hasn't much to say
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered and the next thing they did find
An old crow lying dead and still and that they left behind
One said it was a boggart and the other he said "Nay!
It's just a dirty blackin' brush somebody's thrown away
Look you there!"

They hunted and they hollered till the settin' of the sun
And they'd nowt to bring away at last when t' huntin' day were done
Said one unto the other "This huntin' doesn't pay
But we've powlered up and down a bit and had a rattlin' day."

Subject: Tune/Lyr ics ADD: Tommy The Pedlar
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:42 PM

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Tommy the Pedlar

I'm Tommy the pedlar so jolly and gay         
An' aw t' farmers know me around Pendle way
Aw jogs on the road and Aw sings like a lark
Though mon ey be scarce and there's not so much wark.

Wi' me pack on me back be it sunshine or rain
Aw calls at each cottage by meadow and lane
There's owd fowk and young fowk some bowd and some shy
And mebbe they'll want nowt, an' mebbe they'll buy.

You'll oft hear me cry when Aw've summat to sell
In Whalley and Clithera, Downham as well,
Fine laces an' trinkets an' ribbons Aw bring
To set country lasses a dancin' in spring.

Aw jogs up to Newkirk an' dahn to Roughlee
An' there Aw've a sweetheart who's waitin' for me.
She's bonnier than t' flowers a bloomin' in May
Aw bides on her kisses at th' end o' the day.

Subject: Tune/Lyr ics ADD: Turpin Hero
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:43 PM

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Turpin Hero

As Dick was ridin' a — cross the moor
He saw a lawyer a long way before.
He rode up to him and he this did say
"Have you seen Dick Turpin a long this way?"

CHORUS
Hi, ho, me Turpin he ro, Here's our Jolly Dick Turpin oh!

"Oh, no" said the lawyer "I this can say
I've not seen Turpin for many a day,
For if that I did there'd be no doubt
He'd turn me pockets inside out".

"Well", said Dick "I've proved I'm shrewd
For I've hid me brass down in me boots".
"Oh", said the lawyer, "he shan't have mine,
For I've hid it in the pocket of me cape behind."

Well they rode till they came to Foster's Mill
Where Turpin tells him to stand still
"Your top coat cape it must come off
For Bonny Black Bess wants a new saddle cloth!

"But don't you fret though I've got your store
For as you're a lawyer you can lie for more.
And when they ask you where's your tin
You can say you was robbed by Dick Turpin."

As Dick rode over Saddleworth Moor
He saw Lord Judge in his coach and four
And hero like he did approach
And he robbed the judge as he sat in his coach.

Now Turpin's fate I will relate
For he is bound down to Newgate
And jolly Dick Turpin will rob no more
For he robbed the rich and not the poor.

Subject: Tune/Lyr ics ADD: Turton Fair
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:45 PM

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Turton Fair

It's just twelve months this last back end
Sin' Aw went Turton Fair,
An' if Aw ne'er go there again,
Ah think I've Had mi share.
In some pubs there was feetin'
While others rung wi' glee;
An' Turton fowk they looked as if
They were ready for a spree.

CHORUS
Now lads, 'an yo fowt?
Nay we'n not fowt yet
Come and gather round us
And we'll muster up a set.
We'll lay our clugs abaht 'em
We'll make 'em gawp an' stare.
We'll show 'em streight they'll 'ave ter feight
If they come to Turton Fair

There were one owd chap who'd getten drunk
While drivin' beasts dahn street,
An owd bull come and poked his horn
Right in his breeches seat.
It tossed him up in to the air
He come down with a roar
And sat him down in t'horses' trough
To soothe away his sore.

Then he saw a suckin' cauve
It were tied to t' rail
He went an' clogged this suckin' cauve
Three punces under t' tail
He punced that poor thing rahnd about
Till it could barely see
He said "Ah'll 'ave revenge for what
Thy fayther did to me!"

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: Waiting For Me Pay Day
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:47 PM

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Waiting For Me Pay Day

When I were at school at Bobb in Hill
Pushin' skips from morn to neet,
Runnin' about on nimble feet,
Waiting for me pay day.

Now I work in t' weavin' rooms,
Rushin' about between the looms,
Shuttles flyin' to and fro,
Tackler fairly makes me go,
Waitin' for me pay day.

Buzzers blowing through the street
You hear the rattle of clog shod feet
Knocker-up shouts "It's Monday morn
And Dad's best suit is bound for t' pawn"
Waitin' for next pay day.

Tally man is on the knock
Workin' his way along the block,
Off wi' t'gas and shut the door
We can't pay him any more,
Call again on pay day.

Work is rough and pay is bad,
Tackler nearly drives you mad,
When I hear the buzzer blowin'
It's only pay day keeps me goin'
Waitin' for me pay day.

Wakes is comin' very soon
No more workin' at the loom
No more clockin' on for me
We're off to Blackpool and the sea
Hurry up next pay day.

We're cotton folk, a cotton town
And cotton pays for Sarah's gown
Work is hard and pay is poor
There must be more to life I'm sure
Than waitin' for next pay day.

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: The Wassail Song
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:49 PM

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The Wassail Song

Here we come a wassailin' amongst the leaves so green.
Here we come a wanderin' far to be seen.
For it is a Christmas time and we wander far and near.
And we wish you merry Christmas and Happy New Year
And a year aned a year
For we wish you Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

God bless the master of this house the mistress also
And all the little children that round the table go
For it is a Christmas time etc

Good master and good mistress as you sit in by your fire
Think on us poor children who wander through the mire
For it is etc

We have a little purse of the stretching leather skin
But we haven't any pennies that we could put in
For it is etc

Christmas it is coming the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man's hat
For it is etc

If you haven't got a penny a halfpenny will do
If you haven't got a halfpenny God bless you
For it is etc

Your cheese it is all white and your cake it is all brown
Pray give us all a little to help us through the town
For it is etc

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: The Watter Rattle
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:51 PM

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The Watter Rattle

As I was a walkin' one mornin' in May
I spied a young couple so fondly did stray
One was a female and a beauty was she
And the other was a soldier in the artillery.
One was a female and a beauty was she
And the other was a soldier in the artillery.

Now the soldier and his true love they walked on together,
They walked on together till they came to a river
They sat themselves down by the side of the stream
For she loved to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing.
They sat themselves down by the side of the stream
For she loved to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing.

Now the soldier to the female put his arm round her middle
And out of his tunic he pulled a fine fiddle
He played her a tune to the length of his string,
For she loved to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing.
He played her a tune to the length of his string,
For she loved to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing.


"Oh now," said the soldier "it's time to give o'er"
"Oh no!" said the female, "let's have one tune more
Just play me one more to the length of your string
For I love to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing"
Just play me one more to the length of your string
For I love to hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing"

"Oh no," said the soldier "for I'm bound away
Fighting in Africa for many a day
And when I return, it'll be in the spring,
And we'll come and hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing".
And when I return, it'll be in the spring,
And we'll come and hear the watter rattle and the nightingales sing".

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: The Wayver Of Wellbrook
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:53 PM

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The Wayver of Wellbrook

You gentlemen all with your hounds and your parks
You may gamble or sport till you dee.
But a quiet house nook, a good wife and a book
Is more to the likin' o' me.

CHORUS
Wi' me pickers and pins me wellers to t' shins
Me linderins shuttles and yeald hooks
Me treadles and sticks, me weights ropes and bricks
What a life, says the wayver of Wellbrook.

Aw care not for houses or titles or lands
Owd John's a name fitten for me.
And gimme a thatch wi' a wooden door latch
And six feet o' ground when Aw dee.

Some folk like to stuff their owd wallets wi' meat
'Till they're round and as brawsen as frogs.
But me Aw'm content when Aw've paid up me rent
Wi' enough to keep up wi' me clogs.

An' some are too idle to use their own feet
An' mun cower an' stroddle i' th' lone.
But when Aw'm wheelt or carried 'twill be to get buried
And then "Dicky Up" wi' owd John.

You may turn up your noses at me an' th' owd dame
An' thrutch us like dogs again wall.
But so long as Aw con nayger Aw'll ne'er be a beggar
So Aw don't give a cuss for you all.

Then Margit turn round that hum a drum wheel
An' your shuttle fly round like a brid
And when Aw no longer con use hand or finger
Then Aw'll say while Aw could, then Aw did.

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: When Th'Owd Folks Weren't In
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:55 PM

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When th'owd fowks weren't in

When Aw were a lad like a gobbin Aw went
Courtin' a lass 'at come fra Chowbent,
Her name it were Ann an' Aw did begin
By gooin' to th' ouse when th'owd folks weren't in.

CHORUS
To me toorali torrali toorali aye.

"Eh tell me what's t'do as tha's come here toneet
In aw this rain and thy cloathes so weet,
Come and get thysel' dry and let's hear where tha's bin"
And that were what happened when th'owd fowks weren't in.

Aw geet mesen dry and Aw towd her mi mind
As 'ow Aw'd come courtin' if she felt inclined.
She said she did too so we thowt we'd begin
On that very same neet as th'owd fowks weren't in.

So we geet settled dahn in her fayther's high cheer.
Aw called her mi darlin', she called me her dear,
While kissin' and cuddlin' we heard a great din.
She said "Now we've copped it's th'owd fowks comin' in!"

She pointed to t' kitchen bur Aw were stuck to me seat.
By gum Aw were freetont o' th'owd uns that neet,
Bur Aw towd 'em mi tale o' me fancy for Ann
And that's how me courtship at Chowbent began.

It's thirty-seven year we bin married sin then.
Wi'n a house of our own, Aw'm envied o' men
Bur Aw'd give aw'll Aw've getten once more to begin
Gooin' to Chowbent when th'owd fowks weren't in.

Subject: Tune/Lyrics ADD: With His Owd Grey Beard
From: Sky Sailor
Date: 09 Oct 08 - 09:58 PM

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With His Owd Grey Beard New Shaven

There were an owd feller come ower the lea,
Eh but Aw shan't 'ave 'im,
He cum ower the lea a coortin' of me,
With his owd grey beard new shaven.
                        
Me mother she towd me to open the door
Eh but Aw shan't 'ave 'im
Aw opened the door and he fell on th' floor
With his owd grey beard new shaven.

Me mother she towd me to set him a stool ...
Aw set him a stool and he grinned like a fool...

Me mother she towd me to fetch him some sugar ...
Aw fetched him some sugar and he ate like a bugger...

Me mother she towd me to fetch him some ale ...
Aw fetched him some ale an' he chucked it in t' pail ...

Me mother she towd me to fetch him some sprouts ...
Aw fetched him some sprouts an' he chucked buggers out. ..

Me mother she towd me to fetch him some bread ...
Aw cut him some bread an' Aw chucked it at 'is 'ead...

Me mother she towd me to take him to bed ...
Aw took him to bed he lay like he was dead...

Me mother she towd me to take him to church ...
Aw took him to church and left him in the lurch...

Subject: RE: Songbook - Folk Songs Of Lancashire
From: GUEST
Date: 05 Feb 09 - 09:40 AM

To what tune did men sing "The Rochdale Mashers"?

Subject: RE: Songbook - Folk Songs Of Lancashire
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 05 Feb 09 - 05:03 PM

The tune is given with the words in this thread; it is written in ABC format. Google will tell you what that is if you don't know.

Subject: RE: Songbook - Folk Songs Of Lancashire
From: GUEST
Date: 05 Feb 09 - 05:13 PM

Massive thanks for doing this. Genuinely appreciated.