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Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)

rich-joy 11 Aug 03 - 12:26 AM
GUEST 11 Aug 03 - 06:34 AM
Watson 11 Aug 03 - 07:18 AM
Watson 11 Aug 03 - 11:33 AM
rich-joy 12 Aug 03 - 07:48 AM
Watson 12 Aug 03 - 08:22 AM
GUEST,moandian 30 Nov 10 - 12:51 PM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: rich-joy
Date: 11 Aug 03 - 12:26 AM

Anyone have the lyrics for Sir Hubert Vayne by "Johnson" - as done by Tony Capstick (and "Artisan" it seems) ???

Apparently written using story of walled-up skeleton found when demolishing an old mansion in ??? (England) last century ...

(I THOUGHT I had asked for this sometime back, but all my various spelling attempts have come to nought in the search box, so ... but SORRY if there was a thread after all)

Cheers!
R-J


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: GUEST
Date: 11 Aug 03 - 06:34 AM

R-J - if nobody comes up with the lyrics today, I'll listen to it tonight and transcribe them for you.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: Watson
Date: 11 Aug 03 - 07:18 AM

Sorry, didn't mean to be anonymous - that was me at 6:34 AM


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Subject: Lyr Add: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: Watson
Date: 11 Aug 03 - 11:33 AM

Sir Hubert Vayne

To preach the holy word of God I was chosen,
To show the light, the wrong from right,
Then steal away in the dark of the night,
Pursued by Sir Hubert's murderous soldiers.

And many was the night I fled from the soldiers
To the secret room by the mantel shelf,
To hide away and protect myself,
Known only by my dearest sister Catherine.

And when she was sure the soldiers had departed
She turned the handle by the fireside,
Which in turn did cause the wall to slide
And together we did laugh and mock the soldiers.

Well here's a toast to you my true and faithful sister.
If not for you I would surely be
A hangin' on the gallows tree,
And you at the mercy of his jealous passion.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Your life for her life if I must.
By the hand of Sir Hubert Vayne,
These four walls my mortal grave.

The preacher he has gone to read his Holy Bible,
When to his surprise the soldiers came
And chased the preacher back again,
To his sister who was waiting by the fireside.

And it was into my place of hiding I did go,
When into the room the soldiers came,
But their evil ways were all in vain,
For safely was I hidden by the fireside.

And there through the hole in the wall I watched them searching.
Sir Hubert now his anger roused
Dismissed the soldiers from the house,
And turned towards my frightened sister Catherine.

He caressed her and made to steal away her flower
'A preacher's servant surely is no life
For a pretty young maid that could be my wife,
That could marry me and share the fruits of a good life.'

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Your life for her life if I must.
By the hand of Sir Hubert Vayne,
These four walls my mortal grave.

'Oh take away your arms from me I'll show no passion
You are a murderer', the young girl cried,
'And to marry you I would rather die
And the devil take you and your murderous soldiers'.

Sir Hubert raised his sword and took to slay the maiden
Her crime – she did decline his love,
So there she lay in her virgin blood
Oh the bastard slew my dearest sister Catherine.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Your life for her life if I must.
By the hand of Sir Hubert Vayne,
These four walls my mortal grave.

And there from my place of hiding I did cry,
'Open up the wall as you are a man,
And your execution I would command
And avenge the murder of my sister Catherine'.

'And so at last your place of hiding I have found
And there you'll stay till your dying day,
Till your flesh and bones do rot away
In your tomb safely hidden by the fireside.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Your life for her life if I must.
By the hand of Sir Hubert Vayne,
These four walls my mortal grave.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: rich-joy
Date: 12 Aug 03 - 07:48 AM

Thank you SO much, Watson!! It's appreciated.

Anyone know who the author "Johnson" is?? - and anything more about the skeleton and the area of England??!!

Cheers! R-J


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: Watson
Date: 12 Aug 03 - 08:22 AM

You're welcome.

From Atisan's web site:
Inspired by a local story. When an old manor house in Rotherham was demolished, a skeleton was found in the priest hole.

As for Johnson - I have no idea. Put Johnson songwriter into Google and you get 100,000 hits!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: GUEST,moandian
Date: 30 Nov 10 - 12:51 PM

Last verse

From far beyond the silent grave my hand will reach out
Sir Hubert Vayne will run in fear
When he my ghostly voice do hear
Damnation on the house of Vayne fo ever.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Your life for her life if I must
By the hands of Sir Hubert Vayne
These four walls my silent grave.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Hubert Vayne (Johnson)
From: Phil Edwards
Date: 30 Nov 10 - 04:47 PM

According to the sleeve notes the author was "Phil Johnson of Rotherham". I don't know any more than that.


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