1. |
The Golden Glove
05:38
|
|||
|
1. It’s of a young squire of Tamworth, we hear,
He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair;
And then to be married, it was his intent,
All friends and relations they gave their consent.
2. The time was appointed for the wedding day,
and young farmer chosen to give her away;
As soon as the farmer the young lady did spy,
He inflaméd her heart; Oh, my heart! she did cry.
3. She turned from the squire, but nothing she said,
Instead of being married she took to her bed;
The thought of the farmer so strong in her mind,
A way for to have him she quickly did find.
4. Coat, waistcoat, and breeches she then did put on,
And a hunting she went with her dog and her gun;
She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell,
Because in her heart she did love him full well:
5. She oftentimes fired, but nothing she killed,
At length the young farmer came into the field;
And to discourse with him it was her intent,
With her dog and her gun to meet him she went.
6. I thought you would be at the wedding, she cried,
To wait on the squire, and give him his bride.
No, sir, said the farmer, if truth I may tell,
I'll not give her away, for I love her too well.
7. Suppose that the lady should grant you her love,
You know that the squire your rival will prove.
Why then, says the farmer, I'll take sword in hand, and by honour I'll gain her if she shall command.
8. It pleaséd the lady to find him so bold;
She gave him a glove that was flowered with gold,
And said that she’d found it whilst walking along,
As she was a-hunting with her dog and gun.
9. The lady went home with a heart full of love,
And gave out a notice that she'd lost a glove;
And when someone finds it, and brings it to me,
Whomever he is; my husband shall be.
10. The farmer was pleased when he heard of the news,
With a heart full of joy to the lady he goes:
Dear, honoured lady, I bring you your glove,
And I hope you'll be pleaséd to grant me your love.
11. It's already granted, I will be your bride;
I love the sweet breath of a farmer, she cried.
I'll be mistress of my dairy, and milking my cow,
Whilst my jolly brisk farmer is whistling at plough.
12. And when she was married she told of her fun,
How she went a-hunting with her dog and gun:
And now that I've got him so fast in my snare,
I'll enjoy him for ever, I vow and declare!
I’ll enjoy him forever, I vow and do declare.
|
||||
2. |
The Blantyre Explosion
03:23
|
|||
|
1. By Clyde’s bonny banks, as I sadly did wander
Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
I spied a fair maid, she was dressed all in mourning,
A weeping and a wailing with many a sigh
2. I stepped up beside her and thus I addressed her
Saying tell me fair maid of your trouble and pain
Sobbing and sighing at last she did answer,
Johnny Murphy kind sir, was my true lover’s name
3. Twenty one years of age strong and good looking,
To work down the mine form High Blantyre he came
The wedding was set, all the guests were invited
That warm summer’s evening young Johnny was slain
4. The explosion was heard; all the women and children
with pale anxious faces made haste to the mine
When the truth was made known the hills rang with their moaning
Three hundred and ten young miners…….. were slain
5. Now mothers and fathers and sweethearts and brothers
the Blantyre explosion they’ll never forget
But all you young miners who hear my sad story,
Shed a tear for the victims who are laid to rest.
and all you young miners who hear my sad story,
Shed a tear for the victims who are laid to rest.
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
n/a
|
||||
4. |
We Were Friends
04:51
|
|||
|
1. As I was walking down the road just at the break of day
I found myself beside you, we were travelling the same way
We shared a drink, a joke or two and a story by and by
And we found as we were walking we were friends you and I.
2. I've seen the dark clouds gathering and the rain come crashing down
The road ahead so dark and cold, the path so hard to find,
But we stood strong together arm in arm and side by side
And we knew that we could make it, we were friends you and I.
3. My love ones, they grew old and tired and one by one have gone.
It left me feeling desolate, and oh so much alone
You stood and watched so helplessly as I could only cry
But you were always with me, we were friends you and I.
4. So now the sun begins to set and the evening air grows cold
We sit out in the fading light, swapping memories of old.
We share a drink, a song or two, and a story by and by
And we know beyond all knowing, we are friends you and I.
|
||||
5. |
The Bold Fisherman
06:25
|
|||
|
1. As I walked out one May morning
Down by the riverside,
2. I saw a bold fisherman
a rowing on the tide,
a rowing on the tide; me boys :||
I saw a bold fisherman
a rowing on the tide.
3. A lady stood upon the shore,
and to the #fisherman did say,
How come you are a fishing here,
all at the break of day (me boy)
4. He turned his boat towards the shore
and unto her said he
“I've come a-fishing for your sweet sake
if willing you will be (me girl)
5. He dragged his boat up on the bank
And to the lady went,
He took her by her milk-white hand
Which was his full intent, (me boys)
6. He drew the cloak from off his back
And gently laid it down,
and she beheld three chains of gold
Hang dangling three times round, (me boys)
7. She fell down to her bended knees
“For mercy” she implored,
“In calling you a bold fisherman
When I fear you are some lord”, (me boy)
8. “Rise up, rise up, my sweet pretty maid,
From off your bended knee.
There is not one word that you have said
Has least offended me,(my girl)
9. He took her by the milk-white hand,
Saying, “Married we shall be,
And you shall have a bold fisherman
To row you on the sea,(me girl)
|
||||
6. |
Canon
04:41
|
|||
|
n/a
|
||||
7. |
Daddy Fox
03:54
|
|||
|
Daddy fox got up in the middle of the night and he prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many many miles to go before he reached the town-o
He went right up to the farmer’s pen where the ducks and geese where kept therein
he said a couple of you are going to grease my chin before I leave this town o
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck and he threw a little one over his back
He didn’t mind the quack quack quack and legs a-dangling down-o
So old mother flipper flapper jumped out of bed and out of the window she stuck her head
She cried John, John, the grey goose is gone, the fox is on the town-o
So John went up to the top of the hill and he blew his horn both loud and shrill
Fox said I’d better get away with my kill for they’ll soon be on my trail-o
Daddy fox went back to his cosy den and there were his little ones eight, nine ten
they said day won’t please go back again for it must be a mighty fine town-o
Daddy fox and his wife without any strife they cut up the goose with a fork and knife
They’d never had such supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones oh.
|
||||
8. |
||||
9. |
Paper of Pins
05:22
|
|||
|
1. I have a house and land in Kent
If you’ll love me, love me now
Tuppence ha’penny is my rent
I cannot come ev’ry day to woo.
||:Tuppence ha’penny is his rent
He cannot come ev’ry day to woo :||
2. I am my father’s eldest son
And my mother does love me well
For I can bravely clout me shoon
And I can full well ring a bell
3. My Father, he gave me a hog
And my mother she game me a sow
My godfather lives thereby,
And he has bequeathed me a plough
4. One time I gave you a paper of pins
Another, a tawdry lace
If you’ll deny my love
I’ll surely die in your face.
5. So I’ll put on my best white slop
And I’ll wear my yellow hose
On my head, a good fine hat
And in it I’ll stick a rose
6. So cease off, do not delay
If you’ll love me, love me now
Or else I’ll seek some other where
I cannot come ev’ry day to woo.
|
||||
10. |
All Hail
03:54
|
|||
11. |
||||
12. |
||||
13. |
||||
Vicki Swan & Jonny Dyer England, UK
Vicki Swan & Jonny effortlessly blend traditional material with contemporary sounds. Their performances showcase new interpretations of old songs alongside original self penned tunes and new contemporary songs that are entirely at home in the tradition. ... more
If you like Vicki Swan & Jonny Dyer, you may also like:
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements.
go to album
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail.
go to album
The Nothing
by The Last Dinosaur
Jamie Cameron conveys heartbreak and loss with violins, acoustic plucking, tambourine beats, and whispered lyrics.
go to album
Long Time To Be Gone
by Nora Brown
Nora Brown continues to bring nuance and resonance to her modern interpretation of Appalachian folk and bluegrass on her latest LP.
go to album
JESSICA's second album was recorded live solely with vocals and piano.
go to album
House and Land
by House and Land
For House and Land, tradition isn’t so much an anchor as it is a springboard toward bold new ideas.
go to album
Space Bath
by Sami Freeman, feat. James Jackson, Beaunoise, Mia Pixley
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time.
go to album
