Fairport Convention Songbook

Subject: Fairport Convention Songbook
From: GUEST,Steve in Brisbane
Date: 21 Feb 00 - 01:56 AM

Thanks go to MMario for your help yesterday. It seems I should get a copy of the Fairport Convention Songbook. I live in Brisbane, Oz. Are thre any local distributors? (Or can I obtain it easily via the net?)

Thanks

Subject: Nottanum Town
From: GUEST,John in Brisbane
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 09:10 AM

There are a handful of Fairport Songs in 'A Little Music' by Ashley Hutchings, Island Music Ltd, London plus some from his later bands in the 1970's.

It's a bit late for me to transcribe the lyrics, so if anyone else would care to volunteer them I'd be very grateful. Here's the tune for Nottanum Town from 'What We Did On Our Holidays'. Regards, John

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Subject: Lyr Add: NOTTAMUN TOWN
From: GMT
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 10:05 AM

I've borrowed this from Reinhard Zierke's excellent
Sandy Denny sight.

Hope it fills someone's needs.

Gary

NOTTAMUN TOWN

In Nottamun Town not a soul would look up,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.

Met the king and the queen, and a company more
Come a-walking behind and a-riding before
Come a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum,
With his hands on his bosom, come marching along.

Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand stood 'round me, yet I was alone
Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm,
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.

(repeat first verse)

Jean Ritchie had three more verses than the ones sung by Fairport Convention:

I rode a grey horse that was called a grey mare.
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back,
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back,
There wa'nt a hair on her but what was coal black.

She stood so still she threw me to the dirt.
She tore my hide and bruised my shirt,
From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain.

They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay,
They talked all the while, not a word did they say,
I bought me a quart to drive gladness away,
And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day.

Subject: RE: Fairport Convention Songbook
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:55 PM

Thanks GMT. Regards, John