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10 Nov 15 - 03:08 AM (#3749701) Subject: Lyr Req: Only a fragment From: GUEST,Geoff Keyes I've got a song fragment lodged in my head, perhaps I can excavate enough for someone to identify it. Female singer (thought it was Buffy Sainte-Marie) 60's-70's, might be a bit later. Story of a woman being sent to her husband to be, her carriage wrecks and, here is the verse I've got "Strong and handsome was the one who helped me Right my carriage and be on my way" In the end she leaves the rich man and goes back to the poor one. Can someone help me, Please Geoff |
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10 Nov 15 - 10:30 PM (#3749955) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Only a fragment From: GUEST,# You aced it. :-) |
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11 Nov 15 - 04:47 PM (#3750118) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Only a fragment From: GUEST,Geoff Keyes Thanks so much! I own it on vinyl, but no turntable right now. There is a lot of music in my head, I'm glad to know the inner ear is still pretty good. Thanks again and thanks to Mudcat Cafe, Geoff |
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11 Nov 15 - 11:53 PM (#3750164) Subject: ADD: Poor Man's Daughter (Buffy Sainte-Marie) From: RunrigFan POOR MAN'S DAUGHTER (Buffy Sainte-Marie) All my life I've been a poor man's daughter. All my life I've had a poor girl's hand. 'Til the day came that I was promised For my beauty to a rich young man. Days they passed and nights they followed 'Til the day came that I should go Off in my ragged skirts for the last time To my wedding down in Mexico. All my life I've been a poor man's daughter. Never have I known a day of rest. On my journey to my rich young bridegroom, How my heart it beat within my breast. I was born a poor man's daughter. I've been a ragamuffin all my life. Long white dresses, lace and flowers, Oh, I'll be happy as a rich man's wife. Fast the horses raced with my carriage, All the faster beat my heart, To my lover and my marriage, Then my carriage gave a lurch and stopped. How I paced and how I waited, How I wanted to continue on, How I hated for to waste one hour In that dirty little border town. Men have said that women are fickle; Changeable as birds in flight. Men have said that women are fickle. And I think perhaps that men are right. Strong and handsome was the one who helped me Right my carriage and get on my way. Strong and handsome and poor the stranger I have loved ever since that day. I arrived at my bridegroom's door. I pulled his hair and I kicked his knee, Dirtied my face and I wore no shoes. Oh, no fine gentleman shall marry me. Now my carriage is turned around. On the Mexican border I'll live my life. I was born a poor man's daughter. I'll be happy as a poor man's wife http://buffy-sainte-marie.blogspot.co.uk/2011/07/poor-mans-daughter-video-lyrics.html |