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30 Dec 12 - 05:03 PM (#3459275) Subject: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins From: GUEST,Miskin man Anybody out there got the words to this song, to the tune of Sweet Jenny Jones, from the album " For as Many as Will"? Just being lazy really but I have a lot to catch up on. |
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30 Dec 12 - 05:07 PM (#3459276) Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins From: Andy Jackson At last, it let me sign in. Part of my New Year resolution, get some more songs in my head. Happy New Year etc. Andy |
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30 Dec 12 - 05:47 PM (#3459288) Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins From: Mick Pearce (MCP) Andy - Lyrics from Alfred Williams are available on the Wiltshire site:Rockley Firs. Best wishes and Happy New Year. Mick |
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30 Dec 12 - 05:49 PM (#3459290) Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins From: Mick Pearce (MCP) Sorry, I meant to add that Alfred Williams is the only source listed in the Roud index for this song, so if Shirley didn't alter anything this would be what she sang. Mick |
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30 Dec 12 - 06:24 PM (#3459310) Subject: RE: Rockley Firs - Shirley Dolly Collins From: GUEST,Miskin man without coolie Thanks Mick, Shirley's version is essentially the same but with an additional verse! In Rockley Firs In Rockley Firs where I was sought, I thought that night I should have been caught; The moon shone bright, and the stars gave light, And from them all I ran away. I went to the tavern on Saturday night, And called for a bottle, likewise a pipe; And a special warrant it was brought in, And taken I was in Cole's kitchen. I slept at Cole's all that long night, Mark Hanks came in before it was light, And he said, "Young man, you must away To Marlborough gaol, this very day." I mounted a gig in Marlborough town, And off to Salisbury I was bound; In irons so strong they bound my hands, And I was forced to go at their command. My trial is over, I am got free, I am not transported as you all may see; 'Twas in a dark cell where I did lie, Where locks and bolts like bullets did fly Now Salisbury assizes was over and past All call for a brandy all in a strong glass But the hares and the pheasant shall never go free For poaching is the life for me Thanks and best wishes, Andy |