The Ties That Bind

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3rd studio album by Mawkin

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released July 20, 2015

Produced & Recorded by Lee Richardson
Mastered by Nim
Assistant Recording Engineers: JJ Mitchell, Richard Newby
Mixed and Edited by Lee Richardson, James Delarre, JJ Mitchell

Mawkin:
Dave Delarre: Guitar / Mandolin / Lead Vocal (1,2,4,6,9,10)
James Delarre: Violin / Lead Vocal (3,7)
Nick Cooke: Melodeon
Danny Crump: Bass Guitar
Lee Richardson: Drums / Backing Vocal

Pete Thomas - Upright Bass in “Searching For Lambs”

Sleeve Design and Layout: Elly Lucas

Thanks to: Fiona, Eli, Cat, Suzannah and Mawkin’s first baby Eider. A Mawkin big up for Pete Thomas. To our families who have shown us huge support through what has been such a big project. Spot the Dog. Rebellion Brewery for supporting us and doing what you do best (brewing the best beer in the country). Elly Lucas, Eliza Carthy, JJ & Newby for your help

℗ & © 2015 Good Form Records
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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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Track Name: I Can Hew
On Saint Monday's day, it's well I do admire,
When I sit at home by my own coal fire.
Then it's off to the pub, for a glass or two
For to work on a Monday, that would never do.

Well I like my whiskey and I like my beer.
I'll drink fourteen pints and I'll not feel queer.
I can hold my beer as good as any man.
And I'll dance and sing as long as I can.

Chorus:
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout.
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine,
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine.

Well my boy's fourteen, now he's a strappin' lad
And he'll go to he pits soon, just like his dad.
And when Friday comes, we'll pick up our pay.
And we'll drink together, to round out the day.

CHORUS

And its when I'm dead, oh I know full well,
I'll not go to heaven, I am bound for hell.
With my pick and shovel, old Nick he'll admire,
And he'll set me hewin' coal for his own fire.

CHORUS
Track Name: Jolly Well Drunk
Some folks'll tell you that drinkings a curse,
Others'll tell you it's quite the reverse,
And, some people drink all their days to employ,
Some drink in haste, and some drink for joy,
Some drink when they're christened and some when they're wed,
Some drink to good health, when you are dead,
Some drink on all these occasions, like I,
For I drank at my birth and I'll drink 'til I die.

CHORUS:
I mean to get jolly well drunk I do,
I mean to get jolly well drunk I do,
As long as I'm here, I'll stick to my beer,
I mean to get jolly well drunk I do.

I'll drink 'til the high price of coal becomes small,
'Til ale and roast beef they cost nothing at all,
I'll drink 'til men have no more reason to strike,
And man values work just as much as he likes,
I'll drink 'til the laws give a man no denial,
For taking a wife for a month upon trial,
'Til Dukes and the Lords sort clean from dirt,
And the young Prince of Wales has to wash his own shirt.

CHORUS

I'll drink 'til the landlords all choke as they guzzle,
And I mean to keep drinking 'til Bobbies are muzzled,
'Til dandies are worth nowt but the clothes they put on,
I'll drink 'til Old Peabody's moneys all gone,
I'll drink 'til the laws of the land are made fair,
For punishing a poor man for killing a hare,
And I'll drink 'til all wealth is shared out among men,
And I'll drink and I'll drink 'til it's shared out again.
Track Name: Song On The Times
You working men of England, one moment now attend
While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labor low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow

There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do say
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food today
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
The'll slam their door all in their face as if they were a thief

CHORUS:
So arouse you sons of freedom the world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor
They pay them off without remorse quite scornful at their door
And if a man is out of work, his Parish pay is small
Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all

CHORUS

So to conclude, bring to an end, these verses I have made
I hope to see before too long men for their labor paid
Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes
Before we do old England must pay us what she owes

CHORUS X2
Track Name: Birds Upon a Tree
Oh, I am a happy fellow, my name is Tommy Bell
I don't care for your billiards nor game of bagatelle.
A-rambling in the country, a country life for me,
And listening to the little birds a-singing on the tree.

CHORUS:
Oh, the birds upon the trees, oh, the birds upon the tree.
Oh what a pretty sight it is, the little ones to see.
You talk about your music, the sweetest song to me,
Is the warbling of the little birds a-singing on the tree.

Oh, there's little Maud the miller's maid who is to be my bride
We often take a ramble through the meadows side by side.
And when we settle down in life our cottage it shall be,
Where we can hear the little birds a-singing on the tree.

CHORUS

Oh, I often lose me temper; it puts me in a rage,
To see a little dicky bird imprisoned in a cage.
So I burst the bars asunder and set the prisoner free,
And hear the song of liberty while singing on the tree.

CHORUS x 2
Track Name: Wreckers
Come all you salt-sea salvagers,
Come listen to my song,
A few remarks I have to make,
I won't detain you long,
Here's to our vessel, stout and good,
As ever yet was made of wood;
Amongst the reefs where the breakers roar,
We're wreckers on the shore.

refrain:
Amongst the reefs where the breakers roar,
We're wreckers on the Cornish shore

Post Isaac is our rendezvous,
At anchor there we lie,
And watch the vessels in the Bay,
Carelessly passing by,
When night comes on we dance and sing,
While the currents draw some vessel in,
When daylights comes, the ships on shore
Amongst the reefs where the breakers roar.

When daylight dawns we're on the way
And every sail is set,
And if the wind it should prove light,
Why then our sails we'll wet;
To gain her first, each wrecker strives,
To save the cargo and the lives;
Amongst the reefs where the breakers roar,
We're wreckers on the shore.

REFRAIN

When we get 'longside she's been bilged,
We know just what to do,
Save the cargo that we can,
The sails and rigging too;
Then down to Falmouth we shall go
Where the salvagers will set our fee,
When everything is fairly sold,
We'll fill our hands with gold.

Then one week's cruise we'll have on shore,
Until we sail again,
And drink success to the sailor lads,
Who plough upon the main.
Now if you plan to pass this way,
On these shores should you chance to stray,
We'll welcome you upon the shore,
Amongst the reefs where the breakers roar.

REFRAIN
Track Name: Searching for Lambs
As I walked out one May morning, one May morning so fine,
I met a maid from home had strayed just as the sun did shine.

What makes you rise so soon my dear, the day so fresh and new,
Your pretty little feet they tread so neat strike off the morning dew.

I'm going to feed my father's flock his young and tender lambs.
That over hills and over dales i'll find them on the land.

O stay o stay you handsome maid and rest a moment here.
For there is no-one but you alone that I do love so dear.

How wonderful, the sun does shine, how pleasant is the air.
I'd rather rest on my true love's breast amongst her golden hair.

For I am your and you are mine. No man shall discomfort me.
We'll join our hands in wedded bands and married we shall be
Track Name: My Love Farewell
Oh my little honey, you know that I love you
There's nothing in this world that I love like I love you

To my love farewell, my land farewell
All a-marching away farewell

Oh my little honey, you don't do me better
I'll build me a boat and I'll float down the river

(To my love farewell, my land farewell
All a-marching away farewell) x2

Goin' down the road, road mighty muddy
Slippin' and a-slidin' and I can't walk steady
To my love farewell, my land farewell
All a-marching away farewell

Boat begins to rock, I begin to shiver
Oh my little honey, I'm a-floatin' down the river

(To my love farewell, my land farewell
We're all a-marching away farewell) X2

I had a wife, she was a weaver
She wouldn't weave and I wouldn't either

To my love farewell, my land farewell
We're all a-marching away farewell

So its goodbye wife, goodbye baby
Goodbye biscuits soaked in gravy

(To my love farewell, my land farewell
We're all a-marching away farewell) X3
Track Name: Shanghai Brown
When first I went to Tilbury boys, I went upon a spree,
My hard earned cash I spent it fast, I got drunk as drunk could be,
Before me money was all gone, or spent on some old whore,
I made up me mind and was well inclined to go to sea no more.

Chorus:
No more, no more, to go to sea no more,
I made up me mind, I was well inclined to go to sea no more.

That night I lay with Annie Brown too drunk to roll in bed,
My clothes were new my money was too, in the morning with them she fled.
Feeling sick I left the house and went down to the shore.
There I went my head all bent and the crimps at me did roar.

The first man I ran afoul of was Mr. Shanghai Brown.
Well I asked him neat if he'd stand the treat, he looked me up and down.
He said "The last time yer was paid off you chalked me up no score.
But I'll gives you a chance and I'll pay your advance, and send you to sea once more."

CHORUS

They shipped me aboard a whaling ship bound for the Arctic Sea.
Where the cold winds blow and the ice and snow would make Jamaica rum freeze.
I had no clothes I had no gear, mY money spent on a whore,
It was there I swore that when on shore I'd go to sea no more.

CHORUS

So come all you crazy sailor lads and listen to my song.
If you listen to me I'll tell to you and let you know what went wrong.
Take my advice don't drink strong rum nor go drinking with no whore.
Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more.

CHORUS