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Lyr Add: Transportation Songs

RTim 05 Sep 14 - 05:20 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: RTim
Date: 05 Sep 14 - 05:20 PM

Joe Offer has asked me to post the lyrics of the songs that exist on my Soundcloud account of Transportation Songs -ie on:
https://soundcloud.com/tim-radford/sets/penal-transportation-songs

So here they are below.

Tim Radford

HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES & JURIES.
(As collected from George Blake on May 30th 1906 )

Here's adieu to all judges & juries
Here's adieu to you bailiffs also
Seven years you've parted me from my true love
Seven years I'm transported you know.

Oh Polly I'm going for to leave you
For seven long years or more
But the time it will seem but one moment
When I think on the girl I adore.

Going to some strange country don't grieve me
Nor leaving old England behind
But it's all for the sake of my Polly
And my comrades I'm leaving behind.

And if ever I return for the ocean
Store of riches I'll bring my dear
It's all for the sake of my Polly
II'll cross the salt sea without fear.

How hard is my place of confinement
That keeps me from my hearts delight
Cold chains & cold irons around me
And a plank for my pillow at night.

Oftimes I have wished that some eagle
Would lend me her wings for to fly
I would fly to the arms of my Polly
And on her sweet bosom I'll lie.

Repeat verse 1

HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES AND JURIES

Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too
Seven years you've transported my true love
Seven years he's transported you know

Oh hard is the place of confinement
That leads me from my heart's delight
Cold irons and chains all bound round me
And a plank for me pillow at night

Oh if I had the wings of an eagle
High up on these pinions I'd fly
I'd fly to the arms of my true love
And in her soft bosom I'd lie

Oh me love she is dark and she's proper
My love's like the linnet in spring
Oh the nightingale sleeps in her bosom
And love do fly high on her wing

Oh if e'er I return from the ocean
Scores of riches I'll bring for my dear
And it's all for the sake of my true love
I will cross the salt seas without fear

Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too
Seven years you've transported my true love
Seven years he's transported you know

From Henry Hills, Lodsworth (Shepperton), Sussex via Martin Carthy
Journal Folk Song Society 1 (1901) p. 135
By W. Percy Merrick
Also
Sharp, English County Folk Songs (1908-1912 / 1961) pp.226-228

ADIEU TO OLD ENGLAND
- George Blake, 30 May 06 - H306

Oh once I could ride in a coach,
Had horses to drag me about:
But now I'm confined in a gaol so strong
And I know not which way to get out.

        Here's adieu to old England, adieu
        Here's adieu to ten thousand, that's more.
        If the world had been ended whilst I had been young
        My sorrows I ne'er should have known.

Oh once I could lie on a bed
That was made of the finest of down.
But now I am glad of a truss of green grass,
To keep my head from the cold ground.

Once I could eat of the bread
That was made from the finest of wheat
But now I am glad with a knolly bread crust
I'm glad I can get it to eat.

Oh once I could drink of that wine
That was made from the finest of grapes,
But now I am glad with a clear water spring
I'm glad I can get it to drink.

AUSTRALIA
(via Cyril Poacher/Oak)

Come all you young fellows
where from e'er you may be
And listen a while to my story
When I were a young man,
my age seventeen
I ought to been serving Victoria our queen
But those hard hearted judges
O how cruel they've been
To send us poor lads to Australia

I fell in with a damsel
she was handsome and gay
I neglected my work more and more every day
And to keep her like a lady
I went on the highway
And for that I was sent to Australia

Where the judges they stand
with their whips in their hands
They drive us like horses
to plough up the land
You should see us poor young fellows
working in that gaol yard
How hard is our life in Australia

Australia Australia I would never see no more
I'm pulled down by fever cast down to death's door
But should I live to see say seven years more
I would then bid adieu to Australia
I would then bid adieu to Australia

JIM JONES (Also already in DT)
                                       
Come and listen for a moment, lads,
And hear me tell my tale.
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail.
Now the jury says I'm guilty,
Then says the judge, says he,
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea.
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang.
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay,
Or else you'll surely hang.
Or else you'll surely hang," says he.
"And after that, Jim Jones,
It's high upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones."

Our ship was high upon the sea
Then pirates came along,
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong.
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away.
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay.
Were the seas are crashing down on us,
And the winds a-blowin' gale,
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales.
There's no time for mischief there they said
Remember what they say
And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany bay.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: RTim
Date: 05 Sep 14 - 05:24 PM

I should say - feel free to add more such songs to this list.

Best - Tim Radford


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Susan of DT
Date: 05 Sep 14 - 06:52 PM

There are 21 songs in the DT with the keyword transportation.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: mg
Date: 06 Sep 14 - 03:02 AM

Tbere are some great ones about girls from ireland in the famkne..one written by tony here..another i think about roses..


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Sep 14 - 04:09 AM

I missed the one on the bbc programme about transportation that included the phrase malacca cane. It was new to me.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST,Fred McCormick
Date: 06 Sep 14 - 06:30 AM

Guest, the one about the malacca cane is probably Van Diemen's Land, AKA as Henry The Poacher. Roud 221.

Here's a transcription of Harry Cox's version. I've just swiped it from the Mainly Norfolk site and haven't checked it. So I hope it's accurate.

Henry The Poacher

Come all you wild and wicked youths, whersomever you may be
I pray now pay attention and listen unto me,
The fate of our poor transports, as you shall understand,
The hardships they do undergo upon Van Diemen's Land.

My parents reared me tenderly, good learning give to me,
Till I by bad companions beguiled my home from me.
I was brought up in Worcestershire, near to the town did dwell;
My name it Henry Herbert, and many knows me well.

Me and three more went out one night to Squire Daniel's park;
To get some game was our intent as the night come proving dark.
And to our sad misfortune they took us there by speed
And sent us off to Warwick Gaol which made our hearts to bleed.

'Twas at the March assizes, at the bar we did appear;
Like Job we stood with patience to hear our sentence there.
And being some old offenders it made our case go hard:
Our sentence were for fourteen year and we were sent on board.

The ship that bore us from the land, the Speedwell was her name;
And full four months and upwards we ploughed the raging main.
No land, no harbour could we see, and believe it is no lie,
For around us one black water and above us one blue sky.

I oft-times looked behind me towards my native shore
And the cottage of contentment that I shall see no more;
Likewise my aged father who tore his hoary hair,
Also my tender mother whose arms did once me bear.

'Twas on the Fourth of July, the day we made the land,
At four o'clock we went on shore all chain-ed hand in hand.
And to see our fellow sufferers, as I feel I can't tell how,
Some chained unto a harrow and some unto a plough.

So we were marched into the town without no more delay
And there a gentleman took me, bookkeeper for to be.
I took my occupation, my master likes me well,
My joys are out of measure, I am sure no one can tell.

He kept a female servant, Rosanna was her name,
For fourteen year a convict, from Worcestershire she came.
And we oft-times tell our love tales when we were far at home
And now we are rattling of our chains in foreign lands to roam.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Noreen
Date: 06 Sep 14 - 02:32 PM

No malacca cane there. Fred!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Sep 14 - 11:06 PM

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/12/03/thomas-keneally-to-write-book-and-lyrics-for-new-musical/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=0

click here

musical about girls.

also read of a song called orphan girls by ?? Graham, who has written some awesome songs.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Joe Offer
Date: 07 Sep 14 - 02:25 AM

Here's what results from the DT Keyword Search Susan recommended above:

Digitrad Keyword Search Results

ALL AROUND MY HAT (I will wear the Green Willow)

ARAN'S LONELY HOME

BACK HOME IN DERRY

BOLD JACK DONOHUE

BONNYMUIR

BOTANY BAY

BOTANY BAY (3)

CONVICT MAID

CYPRUS BRIG

FIELDS OF ATHENRY (alternative version)

HENRY THE POACHER

JACK WILLIAMS

JIM JONES (BOTANY BAY)

MY LAST FAREWELL TO STIRLING

TATTIE JOCK

TEN THOUSAND MILES AWAY

THE BOYS OF MULLACHBAWN

THE WILD IRISH BOY

VAN DIEMAN'S LAND

VAN DIEMANS LAND (YOUNG MEN BEWARE)

WAGONER'S LAD



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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 07 Sep 14 - 04:48 AM

Moreton Bay is another.
If you include modern songs, Anderson's Coast and Roll Down.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST,Fred McCormick
Date: 07 Sep 14 - 06:22 AM

Noreen. "No malacca cane there. Fred!"

You're quite right, but as I said, I was in a hurry when I posted that text and hadn't checked it properly.

As it happens - senile dementure alert - I've sung Harry Cox's version for years, and would have sworn that it had the reference to malacca canes.

Anyway, they do occur in other versions of the ballad, notably Walter Pardon's, where malacca becomes very appropriately transmogrified into 'man lashing'. Also, I think Frank Hichcliffe's version contains a mention of malacca canes.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 07 Sep 14 - 06:51 AM

Worth mentioning, perhaps, re the tune, that Harry Cox's version that Fred reproduces above was sung to the same tune as the version of The Gallant Frigate Amphitryte in the first {Vaughan Williams & Lloyd} Penguin Book. I pointed this out to Harry when he asked me once if I knew a version of the song he called The Ship Called 'Onward', but he looked vaguely puzzled. Bob Thomson, who had intro'd me to Harry, pointed out that it was also the tune of Harry's The Painful Plough. He said afterwards that he wasn't sure that Harry always recognised similarities in tunes but was more concerned with words -- a matter I am still unsure about. (See my "An Interview With Harry Cox" in Folk Review for February 1973).

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 07 Sep 14 - 11:40 AM

I'm still looking for transpotation songs Bout transportation to America. I've found one----"Virginia". Surely there are more.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST,sciencegeek
Date: 08 Sep 14 - 11:13 AM

some time ago, I learned a version of Van Dieman's land from a shanty album that I'm sure I've altered some of the words to.. senior moments/folk process/CRS

Come all ye lads of learning, ye rambling boys beware
For when ye go a hunting with dog, and gun and snare
In search of hare or widgeon, keep them to your command
Or else ye may be transported to plow Van Dieman's Land.

is this familiar to anyone else... probably Gibb, since it was on one of the few shanty albums I could track down in the early 1980's.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Herga Kitty
Date: 08 Sep 14 - 11:49 AM

The malacca cane version sung on Amanda Vickery's Radio 4 programme about the Old Bailey and transportation was one of those that have a chorus (Young men all beware lest you be drawn into a snare) if that's any help!

Kitty


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: Herga Kitty
Date: 08 Sep 14 - 11:54 AM

So it might have been this version - on Christy Moore's webpage and credited as Mike Waterson's version - which was the first to come up when I Googled it!

Kitty


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Transportation Songs
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 08 Sep 14 - 12:42 PM

re girls to australia...read up on earl gray. anyway, there is a play called roses of the heart and also the bonnet project where they make bonnets for the girls...also pete st. john wrote a song called bells of ireland about mary walsh who was transported.


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