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Midnight Ranger
03:51
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I'm a boy that's fond of a midnight lark,
Some folks call me a bright young spark;
The reason is my deeds are dark,
And they call me the midnight ranger!
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Who’s coming out for a jolly good spree?
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Stand up and come with me!
Rollicking about on a starlit night,
Tickling the girls is my soul's delight,
I'm going to be married to the "Woman in White,"
And I really believe she's an angel.
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Who’s coming out for a jolly good spree?
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Stand up and come with me!
Shouting and bawling with might and main,
Wetting our gills with bright champagne;
I never have a loss, it's always gain,
I find, for the midnight ranger.
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Who’s coming out for a jolly good spree?
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Stand up and come with me!
Each friend I have is a bright young spark,
And good for a spree, when the night is dark;
Our howling makes the watch dogs bark,
And we laugh to scorn all danger.
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Who’s coming out for a jolly good spree?
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Stand up and come with me!
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Who’s coming out for a jolly good spree?
So who’s coming out for a midnight ramble?
Stand up and come with me!
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Blind Fiddler
03:47
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I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in the year of 56
Working on a revolver in need of a fix
It bounced from the tongs and there concealed my doom
I am a blind fiddler and far away from home
I’ve been to San Francisco, I’ve been to doctor Lane
He operated on one of my eyes but nothing could he gain
He told me that I’d never see and it’s no use to Mourn
I am a blind fiddler and far away from home
I have a wife and three little ones that now depend on me
To take care of their troubles whatever they may be
And I hope that they’ll be careful whilst I’m compelled to roam
Oh I am a blind fiddler and far away from home
I am a blind fiddler and I’m compelled to roam
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Smuggler's Song
04:44
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If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blinds, nor looking in the street
Them that asks no questions, isn't told no lies.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five-and-twenty ponies, trotting through the dark—
With brandy for the Parson and 'baccy for the Clerk.
Laces for a lady and letters for a spy,
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, Roped and tarred and full of brandy-wine;
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play;
Put the brushwood back again,—and they'll be gone next day!
If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
Be careful what you say, and mindful of what is said.
If they call you “pretty maid”, and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been
If you do as you've been told, likely there's a chance
You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of fancy lace, and a velvet hood—
A present from the Gentlemen, along for being good!
Five-and-twenty ponies, trotting through the dark—
Brandy for the Parson, 'baccy for the Clerk.
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie—
So watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by
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To Wednesday
04:36
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Old Fool
03:01
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Drinking's a fix when your down and in bits and
You’ve spent all your money on wine
Gin with a lime and whisky is fine
So you follow the old fool round
If you’ve spent half your time paying down on the fines
Or living it up on the town
Surrounded by signs that you’re life isn’t fine
Well you follow the old fool round
The old fools laughing the old fools fun
The old fool drinks till the day is done
The old fools dancing but he’s on the run
The old fool drinks till the day is done
Your up in the air not getting anywhere, chasing your tail all around
You’ll go anywhere you don’t really care
To follow the old fool round
The old fools laughing the old fools fun
The old fool drinks till the day is done
The old fools dancing but he’s on the run
The old fool drinks till the day is done
If your drinking like me all out on a spree, never taking stock on the way
You open our eyes your life far behind
You are the old fool now
The old fools laughing the old fools fun
The old fool drinks till the day is done
The old fools dancing but he’s on the run
The old fool drinks till the day is done
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Saxons / Pretty Girls
03:41
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Oh Dear Oh
03:45
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As I walked out one May morning
To view the fields and the leaves were springing
I saw two maidens standing by
And one of them had her hands a wringing
O dear o, o dear o
My husband's got no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
My husband's got no courage in him
All sorts of meats I do preserve
All sorts of drinks that's fitting for him
Oyster pie and rhubarb too
But that don't put no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
My man can dance, caper and sing
i’ll do anything thats fitting for him
But he won’t do the thing I want
Because he has no courage in him
For Seven years I've made his bed
And every night I've laid beside him
And my hand I clap between his thighs-
But that don't put no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
I wish to God that he was dead
And in his grave I'd quickly lay him
Then I'd find a nice young man
That's got a bit of courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
O dear o, o dear o
Her husband's got no courage in him
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Diamond Ship
03:32
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The diamond is a ship my lad for the Davis straight she’s bound
And the quay it is all garnished with the Bonny lasses round
The captain gave the order, to sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets my lads nor darkness dims the sky
And it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail
For the Bonny ship, the diamond, goes fishing for the whale
Along the quay of Peterhead the lasses stand around
With their shawls all hung about them and the salt tears running down
Now don’t you cry my pretty lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will bloom on greenlands ice before we change our mind
And it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail
For the Bonny ship, the diamond, goes fishing for the whale
Here’s a health to the resolution, likewise Eliza swan
Here’s a health to the battler of montresand that diamond ship of fame.
We wear the trousers of the white, the jackets of the blue
And when we return to Peterhead we’ll have sweethearts anew
And it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail
For the Bonny ship, the diamond, goes fishing for the whale
Oh it’ll be bright both day and night when the whaling ships come home
With a ship that’s full of oil and money to our name
We’ll make the cradles all to rock the blankets for the tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing hushabye my dear.
And it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail
For the Bonny ship, the diamond, goes fishing for the whale
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Down Among the Dead Men
05:19
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Here's a health to the Queen, and a lasting peace,
May factions end and wealth increase.
Come let's drink it while we have breath,
For there's no drinking after death.
And he that will this health deny,
And he that will this health deny;
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men, Down among the dead men,
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let them lie.
Let charming beauty's health go round,
With whom celestial joys are found,
And may confusion yet pursue
That senseless wimin-hating crew; ——WOOO WOOOO—
In, smiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll,
Deny no pleasure to my soul;
Let- his health round briskly move,
The God of wine and friend of Love.
And he that will this health deny
And he that will this health deny
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men, Down among the dead men,
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let them lie.
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men, Down among the dead men,
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let them lie.
May love and wine their rites maintain,
And their united pleasures reign,
While Bacchus's treasure crowns the board,
We'll sing the joys that both afford;
And they that won't with us comply,
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men, Down among the dead men,
Down down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let them lie.
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Cooke's Wafer
02:04
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Jolly Roving Tar
03:33
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Ships may come and ships may sail, through the seas they run
And a sailor lad likewise his son they love their port and rum
Well a lass ashore he do a adore one that is plump and round
But when your moneys all gone it’s the same old song, get up jack John sit down.
When jacks ashore he makes his way, to the boarding house
He’s welcomed in with rum and gin, likewise a fork and knife
He’ll spend he’ll spend he’ll never offend, until he is drunk on the ground
But when your moneys all gone it’s the same old song, get up jack John sit down
When jack sets sail aboard some ship for India or Japan.
Or in Asia there the ladies fair, they love their sailor man
He’ll go ashore and he won’t scorn to buy his girl a gown
But when your moneys all gone it’s the same old song, get up jack John sit down
Come along, come along me jolly brave boys, there’s plenty more grog in the jar, we’ll plough we’ll roam the ocean wide, the jolly roving tar
Now jacks too old and weather beat, to frail to sail about,
A grog shop they’ll let him stop, until eight bells ring out
He’ll throw his hands and aloud he’ll cry “thank god
I’m homeward bound”
But when your moneys all gone it’s the same old song, get up jack John sit down
Come along, come along me jolly brave boys, there’s plenty more grog in the jar, we’ll plough we’ll roam the ocean wide, the jolly roving tar
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Folk rebels, Mawkin, fresh off the back of the three-times-BBC-Folk -Award nominated collaboration Mawkin:Causley, are now forging a bold new sound that strengthens their instrumental roots and embraces a new, exuberant exploration into the traditional folk canon. ... more
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