Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins

Subject: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins
From: GUEST,Miskin man
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 05:03 PM

Anybody out there got the words to this song, to the tune of Sweet Jenny Jones, from the album " For as Many as Will"? Just being lazy really but I have a lot to catch up on.

Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins
From: Andy Jackson
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 05:07 PM

At last, it let me sign in.
Part of my New Year resolution, get some more songs in my head.
Happy New Year etc.
Andy

Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins
From: Mick Pearce (MCP)
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 05:47 PM

Andy - Lyrics from Alfred Williams are available on the Wiltshire site:Rockley Firs.

Best wishes and Happy New Year.

Mick

Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins
From: Mick Pearce (MCP)
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 05:49 PM

Sorry, I meant to add that Alfred Williams is the only source listed in the Roud index for this song, so if Shirley didn't alter anything this would be what she sang.

Mick

Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins
From: GUEST,Miskin man without coolie
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 06:24 PM

Thanks Mick,
Shirley's version is essentially the same but with an additional verse!



In Rockley Firs

In Rockley Firs where I was sought,
I thought that night I should have been caught;
The moon shone bright, and the stars gave light,
And from them all I ran away.

I went to the tavern on Saturday night,
And called for a bottle, likewise a pipe;
And a special warrant it was brought in,
And taken I was in Cole's kitchen.

I slept at Cole's all that long night,
Mark Hanks came in before it was light,
And he said, "Young man, you must away
To Marlborough gaol, this very day."

I mounted a gig in Marlborough town,
And off to Salisbury I was bound;
In irons so strong they bound my hands,
And I was forced to go at their command.

My trial is over, I am got free,
I am not transported as you all may see;
'Twas in a dark cell where I did lie,
Where locks and bolts like bullets did fly

Now Salisbury assizes was over and past
All call for a brandy all in a strong glass
But the hares and the pheasant shall never go free
For poaching is the life for me


Thanks and best wishes,

Andy