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09 Mar 01 - 05:45 AM (#413859) Subject: Lord Gresham From: GUEST,jo I love the tune and story of this song, but sadly there are a few phrases I cant make out at all on the recording I have (by Bohinta), and I have a feeling they're important! Can anybody help? thank jo (the song begins : the brazen lord Gresham looks down from the hill where he surveys his lands and men suffer his will)
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20 Mar 01 - 12:54 PM (#421680) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lord Gresham From: Sorcha Refresh, found the recording, but not the lyrics. |
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20 Mar 01 - 02:50 PM (#421776) Subject: Lyr Add: LORD GRESHAM (Martin Furey) From: Malcolm Douglas I have this song on the engaging sampler from Mrs. Casey Records, Evolving Tradition (MCRCD5991, 1995), which features 21 tracks, mostly excellent, from (relatively) young performers, including, as it happens, my good friend Cath James of Roger The Badger. Bohinta do rather slur their words, so this is only my best guess at a transcription: LORD GRESHAM (Martin Furey, Banshee Music, 1995) [The] brazen Lord Gresham stares down from the hill, Where he surveys his lands and Man suffers his will; He's a light horseman, he's taken wing From fighting in battles where [Murder is] the king. He looks for the woman he loved as a girl And in that small village her heart pumps with love She's found and she's married a young gipsy man, Whose gentle [white] majesty she has let in. [There] the brazen Lord Gresham is weary of lies, As he kneels down before her, that she'd be his bride; She laughs to the wind, the salt tear to the sea, Saying, "I will never bow to you in your finery; I will never bow to you in your finery. You'll make me a widow to make me your bride, As you made me an orphan when my people died, In fields of starvation where I too could lie; But I will never bow to you in your finery." He bursts with an anger, he screams with a pride, That he'll have her as lover or take her as bride. He's called on his soldiers, her gipsy to find; He's taken his truelove, for which he must die. The sun bleached the rocks on the cool mountain side, As they cornered her gipsy 'tween heather and tide. Lord Gresham has taken his sword in his hand; With a wave of his cold steel, he's stolen her man. "Oh, darling Lord Gresham, you're brave and you're strong, For you've bested my love who could best anyone; And yes, I will marry, yes, I'll be your bride, And I'll go to the altar to stand by your side." She waits at the altar, in fear of her life, For beneath her white petticoat she carries a knife; Saying, "Hang me as murderess, hang me as whore, But Lord Gresham will die before this night is o'er." Oh, lifeless Lord Gresham, this widow's no bride, For you made her an orphan when her people died; She stands now above you, as proud as can be, For she will never bow to you in your finery; No, she will never bow to you in your finery. Malcolm |
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07 Jan 10 - 12:20 PM (#2805803) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lord Gresham From: GUEST,MARTIN FUREY HI,I am sorry bout the slurred words!!!I am re-recording this right now actually,with clear words but you actually have them perfect there.I wrote this song by the way and for the record:))I was trying to remember the lyrics cos its such a long time since i did it with bohnta i cldnt remember dem!So,luckily,my sister did and co-incidentally,did u!!tks v v much n"hi"! |
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14 Feb 11 - 08:24 AM (#3094972) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lord Gresham (Martin Furey) From: GUEST That song tells a sweet love story-- not. |
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19 Jun 11 - 06:44 AM (#3172781) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lord Gresham (Martin Furey) From: GUEST,martin furey it is a story of true love |