Wow! We now have the lyrics to ALL the "Violet" songs and pretty good documentation of authorship, performers, etc.
If you notice errors or omissions or you'd like us to add your website, etc., just post the stuff here. The notes are a living document.
Also, if any of you contributors want to condense your commentary -- just for the small-print, insertable notes --, please send me that edited version. (No need to condense for the larger print notes.) Thanks again to all the contributors and to Bradfordian and Ebbie for special service in lyric gleaning.
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Here are liner notes for all the songs on the Violet CD. Please PM me or post notice of any errors or omissions you find -- or if you contributors decide to add your web address, etc.
And here are the SMALL PRINT VIOLET CD LINER NOTES to print, cut, and fold to fit into your CD "jewel case." If those aren't compact enough, HERE ARE REALLY COMPACT LINER NOTES .
Thanks,
Genie.
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1. Oh, Babe, Ain't No Lie (Cotten) - 2:28
JustaPicker (Michael Kaye)
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2. The Haying Song (words & music: Dave Mallett ©)
Kendall (Morse) (From his "Beginner's Luck" CD. He brings a genuine feel to the song, that flooded my wee mind with images of farm life in Vermont as a boy. Dave Mallett kindly gave permission to use the song on the Mudcat Sampler CD. - Amos Jessup
When the raspberries burst from the woodbine / & the summer lies close to the ground,
And the porch is a fit place for young boys to sleep, / & the brook in the hollow dies down;
Then with straw hats & wagons & horses / like young Tim & tired old Dan,
We head for the fields to the creak of the wheels / with a pitchfork that blisters your hand.
Chorus:
"And you have to make hay when the sun shines."
That's what all of the hill people say:
"Keep your load wide. / Keep your eyes to the sky.
And make sure it's dry when you put it away."
I remember the chaff on the back of my neck / & the cool at the edge of the trees.
You rest for a time & you talk about the weather.
You drink from the spring getting mud on your knees.
Then it's back to the wagon & back to the mound, / Six loads in, & eight more to go.
There's biscuits & beans at the late supper meal,
And there's nothing like beans when you're working, you know.
Chorus
Now it's the season of clover & killdeer, / & it's the time when the earth does her best
It's when all men are strong, / & the work days are long,
And you know when to rise & you know when to rest.
In the cool of the evening I perch on the load, / & let the wagon wind blow through my hair,
Count off the stars & talk to the moon,
Sing to myself in the sweet summer air,
Hang on at the corners, / Duck from the branches,
And sing to myself in the sweet summer air.
Chorus twice
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3. Love Is Teasin'
(trad.- arr. Alice Flynn)
Alice Flynn, unaccompanied voice
website: www.aliceflynn.com - Alice Flynn, ART & MUSIC
Photos: http://www.mudcat.org/photos/photo_page.cfm?file_name_sent=alice
See this Jan 2001 Mudcat thread ( http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=29290 ) for the discussion with Jean Ritchie when I recorded this version of Love Is Teasin' & posted it on mp3.com.
I learned Love Is Teasin' from Jean's book, "Folk Songs of the Southern Appalachians." I was learning the Irish song "Anac Cuain" & while looking through Jean's songbook, I noticed that the first part of "Love Is Teasin'" as it is written in the book is VERY similar to "Anac Cuain." It was natural for me to add the second part of the tune of "Anac Cuain" & arrange the words the way that felt "right" to me.
In part, Jean Ritchie contributed this to the thread: "I myself learned it from Peggy Staunton, a lovely Irishwoman who worked in the kitchen at the Henry Street Settlement where I had my first NYC job. (I majored in social work & that's why I came to NY from KY in the first place... .) Peggy was a beautiful singer, & we'd usually end up step-dancing round the big dining room after all the important folks left."
Jean wrote to me regarding a version Sarah Makem sang -
"The high part you added to, 'O love is teasin'' is the way Sarah Makem's tune to her 'Hangman' song goes. The Makems call it, 'Derry Gaol.' She begins with four lines using the 'Love is Teasin' melody:
O it's after mornin' there comes an evenin' / & after evenin' another day;
And after a false love there comes a true one, / It's hard to hold them that will not stay.
Then goes into your high part:
My love he was as fine a man ... ."
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Oh love is teasin', & love is pleasin', / & love's a pleasure when first it's new,
But love grows older & then grows colder, / & fades away like the mornin' dew.
Come all you young maids, & heed this warning, / Do not believe what the young men say,
For like a star on a misty morning, / You'll think he's near when he's far away.
I left my mother, I left my father, / I left my brothers & sisters, too,
I left my cottage, the home I dwelt in,
My dear young man to be with you.
Oh love is teasin', & love is pleasin', / And love's a pleasure when first it's new,
But love grows older & then grows colder, / And fades away like the mornin' dew.
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4. Connecticut Waltz (written by Barbara Shaw, ©1999) - 2:40
ShoreGrass (Barbara Shaw - guitar; Frank Shaw - banjo; Larry Rothermel - fiddle; Paul Pozzi - mandolin; Louis Audette - bass), on their CD "In Connecticut."
http://pages.cthome.net/the.shaws/shoregrass.htm
Contact: B.Shaw@snet.net
"We sat around many a jam playing the Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia & other state waltzes. I looked & couldn't find one for my own beloved home state, so I wrote this, trying to capture the mood of the rolling ocean, small towns and green forests. There are several sets of lyrics, but all still need to be de-corned, so it remains an instrumental for now." - Barbara Shaw
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5. Wings of Song Composed & sung by Jeri (Corlew) © 2002 4:00
I wrote the tune as a lament for Mick & his friend Jim, who passed minutes after Mick sang "The Parting Glass" for him in his hospital room. The words came later. I tried hard to write the song for someone else &, in the end, it wasn't going to come unless I wrote it for myself. - Jeri
This one's for Vaughn Ward.
At the end of the day, There are no words to say,
And despair fills my heart -- all is lost, all is gone --,
And the laughter of years Ends in silence & tears,
For you've gone on the wings of a song.
How I sang for you then, Said farewell to a friend.
Now I walk through a world that feels strange, somehow wrong.
Empty room, empty, save The life you lived & love you gave
And memory of the wings of a song.
Through the dark, lonely night There is still guiding light
From the moon, from the stars, from the hope in my heart,
And my love shows the way Out of dark into day.
Afraid to fall, I still make a start
And my spirit takes flight, Rises into the night,
Meek at first, building power as the song rolls along.
And I know, down the years, Past the grief, past the tears,
You will live on the wings of a song.
Borne on wings made of song, Spirits bright, spirits strong,
High & free like the wind, dancing fearless at dawn,
And I know you're near. In my voice it's you I hear,
And you come on the wings of a song.
So I sing to the sky And my spirit will fly
High & free like the wind, dancing fearless at dawn.
While I live, while I sing, While these notes rise & ring,
Spirits soar on the wings of a song.
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6. The Sailor and His Bride (trad.) - 2:27
Margmac (Margaret MacArthur) - vocals, instrumentals ??
In the spring when I was young, / The flowers, they bloomed and the birds, they sung,
But not one bird as happy as I / When my love, the sailor lad, was nigh.
The eastern stars were shining bright, / The moonbeams in the glistening light.
The sailor & his lovely bride / Sat weeping by the oceanside.
Scarce 3 months since we were wed, / But O, how fast the time has fled!
Three monts passed & the dawning of the day / When a proud wind bore my love away.
Time goes by and he comes no more / To greet his love by the ocean shore.
The ship went down in the middle of the storm / And he no more comes home.
I wish that I was sleeping too / beneath the waves of the ocean blue,
My soul to my God & my body to the sea / And the dark blue waters rolling over me.
(Repeat first verse.)
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7. Joe Whitaker lyrics: Don West; music: Marla Fibish © 1989)
Artists: Out Of The Rain (Marla Fibish - lead vocal, mandola; Suzanne Friend - harmony vocal; Richard Adrianowicz [radriano] - guitar, harmony vocal; Cait Reed - fiddle; Jack Gilder - whistle)
From Out Of The Rain's second studio release, "Song of the Wage Slave" - OOTR 102, recorded in 1992.
Don West is a poet, preacher, worker, activist, & founder of The Appalachian Folklife Society of Pipestem, West Virginia. His poems speak candidly, & often angrily, of the sorrows, joys & hardships of life. "Joe Whitaker" is Marla's setting of West's moody & haunting poem "A-Trompin'."
Lyrics:
Where ya been, Joe Whitaker, A-trompin' all around?
What are you cravin' now, Joe? Are ya gonna settle down?
Chorus:
Ever think on the olden days, The laurel by the spring?
Ever see the mossy mill Or hear the river sing?
What ya seen, Joe Whittaker In the big world outside,
Trompin 'round in your cities And places far & wide?
Oh I've seen the world, Ellen. And still trompin' on.
Seen a mighty ocean blue, now, And Kings upon their throne.
What ya seen, Ellen Lee, With your eyes of blue-grey?
Ever change your smilin face, now, Or graceful girlish ways?
Oh I've waited long for you, Joe, Many a lonesome year
Knittin' socks & hoein' corn, Joe, While wishin' you were here.
Oh, I'm waitin' now for you, Joe. Nigh the old mossy mill
You'll find me deep a-sleepin' In the graveyard on the hill.
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8. The Campsite At Drumcree (lyrics:Aidan Crossey © 2002; tune: trad.) Aidan Crossey - guitar, mandolin, vocals
The parody of "The Wearing Of The Green" which kick-started the notorious "Campsite at Drumcree" threads by the person responsible, who otherwise goes by the nom-de-plume Derrymacash! ... It's to the air that the other side uses for their "Wearing Of The Green". - Aidan Crossey
Oh, then, Sammy, dear, did you hear the news that's going round?
Our brethren are forbid by law to march through Portadown.
That's a piece of news, my boy, that makes my blood run cold,
To think the loyal Orange cannot walk Garvaghy road,
Cannot walk Garvaghy road, cannot walk Garvaghy road,
To think the loyal Orange cannot walk Garvaghy road.
They say the whinging fenians are kicking up a fuss.
Along their road they do not want to see the likes of us,
With our colours & our emblems & our bands so young & keen,
With their "Derry's Walls" & "Dolly's Braes" & the oul' "God Save The Queen,"
... With their "Derry's Walls" & "Dolly's Braes" & the oul' "God Save The Queen"
If we're not allowed to march, whatever shall we do,
For we must show the world that we are loyal, brave & true?
We'll put up such resistance we'll bring England to its knees,
So, come on, Sam, stout Orangeman, we'll camp out in Drumcree
... we'll camp out in Drumcree.
Such a loyal encampment you never 'fore did see
As the camp that was erected by the brave boys of Drumcree!
Whenever there's a long weekend, the only place I'll go
Is to the orange campsite near the oul' Garvaghy Road,
... the orange campsite near the oul' Garvaghy Road
I love to go a wandering along the mountain track,
But when I'm in those distant hills I'm longing to get back,
For I long to sleep beneath the stars that twinkle high above
The camping site near Portadown, the wee town that I love, ... the wee town that I love.
On holidays some brethren go up North to Portrush Town,
But I like to spend my fortnight in a field near Portadown.
There are no flashing slot machines & no foaming billows roar,
But we sit around the fire & sing "The Sash My Father Wore,"
... "The Sash My Father Wore"
We don't care if it's lashing; our camp we'll not desert,
For the causes's sake, me boys, I'll proudly wade through dirt.
(Besides, my family residence is a few yards down the road.
I sneak in 'round the back some nights when it gets a wee bit cold,...
I sneak in round the back some nights when it gets a wee bit cold)
The on-site facilities are hardly up to scratch--
We pooly in a bucket & to do the rest, we crouch
Down in a corner of a field where the nettles sting our ass!
For the cause of dear oul' Ulster, we wipe with a clipe of grass,
... we wipe with a clipe of grass.
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9. TURTLE DOVE © Coll HED Hammond, Published C J Sharp English County Songs
Vocals: Mary Humphreys http://www.heddwch.com/
O don't you see the turtle dove sitting under the yonder tree
Lamenting for her own true love, as I will mourn for thee, my dear,
As I will mourn for thee.
If I must leave you in grief & pain, 'Tis but for a little while,
For though I go away, I'll return again, if I row 10 thousand miles, my dear, ... .
Ten thousand miles is very far for me to bide alone
With a heavy, heavy sigh & a bitter bitter cry, No-one to hear my moan, my dear, ... .
I may not stay your grievous moan, your pain I may not ease,
But I will love but thee alone till the streams run from the seas, my dear, ... .
The tides shall cease to beat the shore, the stars fall from the sky,
And I will love thee more & more until the day I die, my dear, ... .
Then let the seas run dry, sweetheart, the rocks melt with the sun,
Yet here I will stay ,nor ever from thee part till all my days are done, my dear, ... .
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10. My Man Lyrics: Ian Boughton, © 2/02; music: "My Babe" by Willie Dixon.
Jeannie (Jean Summers) - vocal; Ian B (Ian Boughton) - guitars
This song came up as part of the series of recordings by Caleb's Mission, three or four British gospel musicians who try to avoid the usual old cliches & bring a bit of fun & variety into God-related songs. Our CDs are sold to raise funds for Health Help International, a small Christian charity working for healthcare for the poor in Zambia & India (see www.skywriter.demon.co.uk, or www.hhi.org.uk) Ian was just jamming on the old Willie Dixon blues one day, & this variation on the words fell into place!
My man, he don't stand no cheatin', my man (x2)
My man, he don't stand no cheatin', / Don't get away with no midnight creepin'.
My man, he don't stand no cheatin', my man.
My man, he don't stand no lyin', my man (x 2)
My man, he don't stand no lyin', / The reason he loves me is I never stop tryin'.
My man, he don't stand no lyin', my man.
My man, he's the man in the sky now, my man ( x 2)
My man, he's the man in the sky now, / & I'm going to see him by & by now.
My man, he's the man in the sky now, my man
My man, his name is Jesus, my man ( x 2)
My man, his name is Jesus / & I'm going to follow him till Hell freezes!
My man, his name is Jesus, my man.
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11: Henry Joy (trad.) - 2.25
Martin Ryan - vocals; Steve Cooper - bodhran
"A well-known traditional song about a Presbyterian leader of the United Irishmen rebellion in Ulster in 1798. This recording is taken from a CD released by the South Roscommon Singers Circle, in Ireland (www.dha-lon.com)." - Martin R.
An Ulster man I am proud to be, / From the Antrim glens I come,
And though I am but a fisherman, / I have followed fife & drum.
I have heard the martial tramp of feet; / I've seen men fight & die.
And it's well do I remember when / I followed Henry Joy.
I pulled my boat up from the sea, / & I hid my sails away.
I hung my net on the greenwood tree / & I scanned the moonlit bay.
The pikes were out, & the redcoats, too, / I kissed my wife good-bye,
And in the shade of a greenwood glade / I followed Henry Joy.
In Antrim town the tyrant stood, & he tore our ranks with ball,
But with a cheer & our pikes to clear, / sure, we drove them from the wall.
Our pikes & sabres clashed that day. / We won, then lost - ah why?
No matter, boys, I stood beside / & I fought with Henry Joy.
In Belfast town they built a tree / & the redcoats mustered there.
I watched him come as the roll of the drum / rolled 'round the barrack square.
He kissed his sister, went aloft, / Then bade his last good-bye,
I turned aside. "My God!" I cried, / "You have murdered Henry Joy."
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12. Whiskey Before Breakfast (trad.)
Sorcha & Friends (i.e., the Torrington Fiddlers Association, a non-profit chapter of the Wyoming Old Time Fiddlers)
The occasion was a very rowdy Birthday Party for Herb & his Lady Friend, Miss Daisy. Miss Daisy was celebrating her 90th, Herb his 85th.
Sorcha (Mary Wise) & Dana Haas - fiddle; Glen Hoehne & Bob Lewis - banjo; Warren Knowlton - guitar; Amy Knowlton - mandolin; Brian
Wise - bodhran, & Herb Harper - gut bucket
There is a story that Canadian/Metis fiddler Andy de Jarlis & another fiddler named Houle played all night, with the help of a lot of liquid
libation, & this tune popped out just at daybreak.
Both thought the other knew it, but neither said they had a name. They decided to call it
"Whiskey Before Breakfast." However, it bears such a strong resemblance to a tune called "Spirits of the Morning" that the story is probably
apocryphal. (Information taken from Fiddlers Companion---http://www.ceolas.org/tunes/fc/)
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13. Shadows Of The Night (Rich Gallagher © 2001)
D.W.Ditty - vocals, guitar
In the shadows of the night time, you're right behind my eyes.
Could this be the right time or one of those cruel lies
That opens like a flower, then slowly wilts and dies?
In this darkest hour, I remember past goodbyes.
I thought this might be different, a fresh new point of view.
The fire inside me burning, it's only happened with a few,
And I ask if I should risk it, the cost of another you.
My heart is in an uproar. It's just a "when" no, not a "who."
I see you much more clearly than anyone before.
I don't question it, not really. I just know that I want more,
So I leave what's wrong behind me. It's in the past, I shut that door,
And you're right there to remind me love soothes a heart that's sore.
This is not what I expected. I feel free, not bound by love.
Empty roads stretch out before me. Empty skies are now above.
All I need is right beside me; she fits me like a hand in glove,
And I feel so unencumbered, oh, here I am, a pure white dove.
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14. Yvette's Song/TheWise Maid/Clifs Of Moher (Otway/read.) - 7:55
InOBU (Larry O), with "Sorcha Dorcha"
Yvette's Song (Lorcan "Larry" Otway)
Kwai Kwai friends.
I wrote this song sitting on a bed of pine boughs in an Innu tent as I brought law students to look into human rights abuses leveled at the Innu People. Yvette is Yvette Michelle, the spokesperson for the Mistasheepu Innu. The story is very true. I heard her tell school children the story on a tour of New York, to speak at the UN. I sang the song to her, after I wrote it, and it was translated into French by Yvette & my friend Serge Luzon. Yvette said it honnored the women of her nation. Today the Innu in Quebec and Labrador contiue to stuggle against the destruction of their land by people who take advantage of the fact that they see themselves as stewards of the land rather than owner of the land. As they say, "Who can own their mother?" - In OBU
When I was young, my people lived along the Moise River's flow.
Summer when the Salmon came, it's fishing we would go, / And, O, the way the Salmon ran!
Then came the fall, and with it the snow; north & west to hunt we'd go,
Following the Caribou, &, O, the way the Salmon ran! / And, O, how the Salmon ran!
Then one day, the Canadians came, took away the children in a big sea plane,
Told us we were for boarding school, &, O, how the children ran! And, O, the way the children ran!
"Kwai kwai," I said to the teacher there. She slapped my face & pulled my hair.
"Bon jour" was the greeting then, and, O, how my old words ran! And, O, the way my old words ran!
They took away my clothes of Caribou, took my moccasins & cut my long hair too,
Schooled me in the white world's ways, and, O, how traditions ran! O, the way traditions ran!
When I was 18, I went to Quebec, to get a job with a fat pay check.
It was there I found I was Indian, &, O, how my hope then ran! And, O, the way all hope then ran!
For an Indian there was no work at all, but there were drugs & there was alcohol
And soon my life, it was adrift, like a feather on the Moise's flow, like a feather on the Moise's flow.
But the Bear spirit came to me, spoke of my Grandmother, & the Moise,
And back I went to Grandmother's door &, O, the way my cares then ran! And, O, the way all care then ran!
There I remembered I was Innu again, not a Montainnaise & not your Indian,
And And, O, how good the Salmonwas! And, O, the way the white ways ran! And, O, how the white ways ran!
Now you bring us your mines & dams. You pollute our rives you destroy our land
And soon there will be no place to run. There will be no place to run. There will be no place to stand.
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15. Soul Of A Wanderer (composed & sung by Jed Marum) Jed Marnum © ???? 5.56
"For my wife" - Jed Marum
He was born to be any ordinary man. The soul of a wanderer had he.
He passed by & she caught him by the hand.
She'd the heart of an angel & the wings of a dove.
He turned 'round, & she answered his embrace, Though little more then children were they.
He gave her sons; strong & fine sons 1, 2, 3.
Real treasure he passed to them -- Their mother love did he.
Cho:
She gave to him her love, /
And as the years passed by, They'd sail the heavens above,
The soul of a wanderer & the wings of a dove
The wand'rer roams, though he's bound to land or sea. The dove she glides from tree to shore
But when they wed, they fly as far as they can see.
Together they know no bounds & 'cross the heavens soar.
Cho.
Now is he, he's just an ordinary man Returning, as ever, to her door.
He kisses her face & he rolls her in his arms,
Kisses he's given her ten thousand times before
Cho.
She gave to him her love,
And as the years pass by, He thanks the heavens above,
The soul of a wanderer & the wings of a dove
The soul of a wanderer & the wings of a dove
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16. All The Day Words & music by Mooh (Mike Crocker) 5:43
Mooh (with "Homespun")Dave Armour - Lead vocal & pennywhistle; Mike Reynolds - Octave mandolin; Warren Robinson - Button accordion; Mike Crocker - guitar
"All The Day was recorded live to digital tape in the living room of one of the band members in 1995. The band then was known as Homespun & now as Kerrykeel. The CD is titled "Eight Hands Round." Virtually no other technology was involved other than during mixing & printing bulk CDs. The group has not recorded since, & has substantially changed membership, though I still hang in there. (Other band members not on that tune but all over the rest of the cd are Earl Salter, Eleanor Robinson, John Hindley, & Kathi Urbasik-Hindley.)
"The cd liner notes say this about All The Day: "All The Day" was inspired by the failure of the East Coast Fishery & the subsequent human tragedy. Trying to imagine myself in the boots of the affected, I drew inspiration from my own family's love, just as similar love sustains the fisherman."
"Original production credit goes to Warren & Eleanor Robinson, engineered by Travis Teed, & recorded at Caledonia Stonehill Productions (now a digital studio, but then Warren's living room). Original cover art by Linda Wiebe...I wish I could reproduce it here as it's lovely...if you've seen the Goderich Celtic Roots Festival posters over the years you've seen her work." - Mooh
Factory's closing, fish stocks failing. / Now the family's choosing sides.
U.I. falling, welfare calling, / As if the crown will provide
Chorus:
There's no other in my mind.
Even my brother's of my kind.
Still you stay all the day
Cheques are bouncing, banks foreclosing / And the pawnshops are all smiles.
Children growing, still unknowing, / And it's snowing all the while
Mother nature, father time / Invite us all to the fold.
Pacify us, mollify us, / And we'll do as we're told
I hate the poverty, but I'll take the charity, / Got no stomach for the crime.
You have shown me prosperity / In a love that is mine.
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17. Twa Corbies (trad. Scottish; Arranged by Jim Yale)
Jim Yale - bass; Simon Beard - guitar; David Bannister - fiddle; Llanfair (Bron Yale) - vocals.
As I was walking all alone, I heard twa corbies makin a moan,
And one unto the other did say,
"Where shall we gang to dine the day-o?" (x2)
"In behind the old turf dyke, I know there lies a new-slain knight,
And no-one knows that he lies there,
But his hawk & his hound & his lady fair-o." (x2)
"His hound is to the hunting gone,
His hawk to fetch the wild fowl home,
His lady's taken another mate,
So we may take our dinner sweet-o." (x2)
"O you'll sit on his white neck bone,
And I'll peck out his bonny blue ee'n,
And with a lock of his golden hair,
We'll thatch our nest when It grows bare-o." (x2)
"Many a man for him makes moan,
Though none may know where he is gone.
O'er his white bones when they are bare,
The wind shall blow for evermore." (x2)
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18. Cool Cup of Water (words & music by Ken Whitfield ©2002 khandu )
khandu (Ken Whitfield) - Guitar & vocal; Ranger Dave - bodhran & harmony vocal
The lyrics to "Cool Cup..." were 'inspired' by some of my life experiences & my enduring belief that "it's gonna be okay, or either, it's gonna be okay." The music,
though not readily apparent, was heavily influenced by Mississippi John Hurt.
khandu
lyrics:
(Chorus)
Just a cool cup of water to soothe my weary soul,
Grace & a little Mercy, / And a cool cup of water before I go.
Oh, mama, don't you weep & don't you cry, my son.
Trust in the Lord my soul to keep.
The Day is nearly over, & there's so much to be done.
And miles that I must go before I sleep. / & miles & miles to go before I sleep
(Repeat chorus)
Sometimes the road gets rocky, sometimes the travelin's hard,
Sometimes it seems like more than I can stand,
But I'll trust in the Master & the way He deals the cards,
For I know He's got my whole world in His hands.
It's true He's got the whole world in His hands.
(Repeat Chorus)
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19. Hard Times Come Again No More (words & music by Stephen C. Foster ca. 1860?)
Kim C - vocals, instrumentals?
Let us pause in life's pleasures & count its many tears, / While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; / "Oh, Hard Times Come Again No More."
Chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, / Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; / Oh Oh, Hard Times Come Again No More
While we seek mirth & beauty & music light & gay, / There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say / "Oh Oh, Hard Times Come Again No More."
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, / With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, / "Oh, Hard Times Come Again No More."
'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave; / 'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore;
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave: / "Oh, Oh, Hard Times Come Again No More."
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20. When We Gather Once More by R. Fielding & H. Hooke © ????
Rick Fielding - vocals, guitar http://www.borealisrecords.com/a_fielding.html
From the album "This One's The Dreamer" http://www.folklegacy.com/cd/cd5053.htm
Our evening has reached the end, the time to part is near.
I'm glad our roads, they all did cross & come together here.
Our welcome here has been so warm. So, before you travel on,
Please raise your voices all as one & join me in this song.
Chorus:
Be well, be safe, be kind, be strong, for the times will test us sore,
And to gladden our hearts, our bodies, our souls,
Oh, be here when we gather once more. (x2)
The ways that we take from this place have many a twist & bend,
But I've never travelled on the road that doesn't have an end,
And when I meet some folk like you I'd be proud to call my friend,
I pray the road would take a turn. We'll sing a song again.
Chorus
Now if I find a resting place before I'm back this way,
Or if the road be just too long & my feet have turned to clay,
If from tonight you do recall just one line from this song,
Then even if our roads do end, this song will travel on.
Chorus x 2
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21. The Song (Reprise) (Harvey Andrews) www.harveyandrews.com 1:31
Songs to make you dance & sing, songs to make you sigh,
Songs to make you laugh & bring a tear to your eye.
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