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Lyr Req: The fire? / The Norway Bum

GUEST,Cliff 01 Mar 06 - 06:20 PM
Peace 02 Mar 06 - 06:06 PM
Allan C. 03 Mar 06 - 12:48 PM
Jim Dixon 11 Oct 10 - 10:23 PM
GUEST,leeneia 12 Oct 10 - 02:05 PM
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Subject: The fire
From: GUEST,Cliff
Date: 01 Mar 06 - 06:20 PM

I have been searching for the lyrics to a song for many years. I'm not sure of the title of the song, but here are some of the lyrics:
    Don't you think by my dress, I would rob a hen's nest,
    or do anything that is wrong...............................
    I hurried along to the terrifying throng, I saw my own dwelling on fire,
    I saw my dear wife in a window so high with face so anxiously strained................
If anyone knows the lyrics of this song please post it........thnx

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Subject: RE: Lyr req: The fire
From: Peace
Date: 02 Mar 06 - 06:06 PM


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Subject: RE: Lyr req: The fire
From: Allan C.
Date: 03 Mar 06 - 12:48 PM

Cliff, I wish I could say I know this song; but I don't. I tried numerous searches on key phrases such as, "face so anxiously strained" but to no avail. Pehaps someone else out here in Mudcatland might have better resources or a good memory. Meanwhile, is there any chance you might be able to recall a few more lines?

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Subject: Lyr Add: THE NORWAY BUM (trad Prince Edward Island
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 10 - 10:23 PM

These lyrics from Drive Dull Care Away: Folksongs from Prince Edward Island by Edward D. Ives (Charlottetown: University of Prince Edward Island. Institute of Island Studies, 1999), page 138—where they appear with musical notation for one voice:


1. You may think by my dress I would rob a bird's nest
Or do anything that is bad.
I am sure if you do, you will not make a miss.
You will hit the nail fair on the head.

2. You may think by my togs, they are all I have got.
If you do you will sure make a miss.
In this dirty old sack I just threw from my back,
I've another far nicer than this.

3. Although I'm a rake and a dirty old fake,
I'm used to the world and its ways.
Although I'm a bum and addicted to rum,
I'm a man that has seen better days.

4. Give me one glass of rye, for I am so dry.
'Twould help a poor fellow along.
I will dance you a reel, and old-fashioned reel.
I'll sing you and old-fashioned song.

5. One night as I sat on a rock by the flat,
By the riverside down by the pool,
Took a pull from a mug that I took from a jug,
Awaiting my chicken to cool.

6. After eating my fill with a hearty good will
And watching the sparks in their flight,
A vision arose before my blurred eyes
All in the dark shadows of night.

7. I saw my dear home by the ocean's white foam,
Way down by those valleys and hills;
The foresty wild that I roamed when a child,
Way down by the rippling rills.

8. The church bells they rang and the birds sweetly sang
In the meadow and down in the dell.
I listened with joy as I did when a boy
To the chimes of the old village bells.

9. How I once was a lad to make mother's heart glad.
I was once what they called fair of face,
But I loved a fair lass far beneath my own class,
To my father and mother's disgrace.

10. My father in his anger drove me from his door.
My mother in grief pined away.
Her cries of despair still ring in my ears.
They will ring on for many a day.

11. But my story's not told, nor it's not told for gold.
We were married and settled in life.
Three years passed away like a bright summer day.
How dearly I loved my young wife!

12. One night while away a patient to see,
My ears caught a terrible sound.
'Twas the fire bell borne on the evening breeze.
Old Norway was fast burning down.

13. I rushed to my home through the terrified town
To find my own buildings on fire.
I stood there aghast for there, there alas!
All peace and happiness expired.

14. I saw my dear wife in a window so high,
Who with accent so terrible and wild,
"O my God," she would cry, "O my God in the sky,
Save me and my dear little child!"

15. But the flames did hold high between child, wife, and I.
O merciful God, what a sight!
With her child in her arms she fell back in the flames.
'Twas the last time I saw her that night.

16. So it's now for my part with a sad broken heart
To drown sorrow I plunged into rum.
Now my days they are passed, and my joys they are cast,
And now I am only a bum.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The fire? / The Norway Bum
From: GUEST,leeneia
Date: 12 Oct 10 - 02:05 PM

Thanks, Jack. You did a good job.

We see so many songs on the same themes, but this one is definitely something new.

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