Fairport Convention - Acoustically Down Under [compilation] (2005) by Fairport Convention (보컬) on maniadb.com

Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And shortly they were a-talking

"Your future, your future, I would tell to you
Your future, you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be"

Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh

"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
You speak for the devil that haunts me
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
Your sorceror's words are to taunt me"

He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
And struck down the raven through the heart-oh
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh

"Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
That here'd lie on the ground-oh?
I see but my true love with a wound so red"
Her lover's heart it did pound-oh

Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks
And talks to the night and the day-oh
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
And he longs to be far away-oh

Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
And asks the wild woods their pardon
For his true love is flown into every flower grown
And he must be keeper of the garden

As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure.
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on,
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

I didn't hear her dainty step as she appeared before me:
A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me.
"Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon."

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All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.

So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water,
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter.
So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her.
Said I was the only son of a country farmer.

"Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir
And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows."
She looked at me with mocking eyes as coal-black as a raven
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon.

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Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter,
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter.
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken,
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon.

In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires,
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars.
Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver;
A lady's voice was calling out: "Stand-to and deliver!"

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"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me. It's
Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree."
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols,
And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol.

And it's up she's mounted on my horse and rode into the distance
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance.
No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on,
I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon.

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As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure.
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on,
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way
They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know
And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go

When first I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, they help upon me
And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

When next I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed?
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"
Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin

Swarbrick

In know Rosie,
You're living in a world you didn't make
And I know it's hard feeling happy
When the things you want aren't even there to take

(Chorus:)
Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow
For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know
Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow
For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know
Of my Rosie
Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow.

Throw away your uniform
Now's the time to take things by the hand
Come on in and take your coat off
Settle down and listen to the band
And ain't that grand, Rosie

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