Fairport Convention

By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune,
It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe,
Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O.

Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand
Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command;
And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go,
And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O."

"When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee,
And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully,
It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go,
Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O."

Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train
He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain;
But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow
And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak
And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke;
So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low,
And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head
Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed
And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow
The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.

Take care daughter dear
Don't dream on many gallant men tonight
Take care daughter dear
For a doctor comes to steal your books in the dead of night"

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

"Oh, father dear
I dreamed last night a man sat on my bed
And I fear
When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead"

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

He'll have you all
You fine young ladies, pure as fallen snow
He'll have you all
If you think upon improper things, the doctor will know

Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight

I've heard them lilting
?At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

Sad they for the order
That sent them to the border
The English by guile
For once won the day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

I've heard them lilting
?At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day

Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

Poor Will on the gallows tree
Never a cruel word did say
Oh that a good man
Should be treated this way

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

No purse for a ???
No true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man
He'll pay in awhile
Poor ladies, poor gentleman
Born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh with the hangman
When he comes for his fee?

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"

Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"

The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command

"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"

"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"

They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea

Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"

"Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"

Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet

Chorus)
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun

Now the right thing's the wrong thing
No more excuses to come
Just one step at a time
And the war has begun

(Chorus)

She's run away, she's run away
And she ran so bitterly
Now call to your colours, friend
Don't you call to me

(Chorus)

Don't you cry, don't you cry
Don't you cry upon the sea
Don't you cry, don't you cry
For your lady and me

(Chorus)
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Chorus)
Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me
The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by

(Chorus)

Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell

(Chorus)

"Bring along," the brewer said, "bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along to keep us company"

(Chorus)

Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife
Three miles down the road and he's running for his life

(Chorus)
(Chorus

He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William
He made him an offer but he often was wrong
I'll tell you where to stick it,
said Big William to Joe
You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts
I wouldn't give you fourpence
for your lousy rotten dough
And, anyway, you haven't got that much
Hey Joe, hear what I say
You want my time, I ain't giving away
Go make the money you want some other way

I don't want to go to Peru
Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru?
I don't like work and I don't like you
I'll tell you where to stick it,
said Big William to Joe
You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts
I wouldn't give you fourpence
for your lousy rotten dough
And, anyway, you haven't got that much
I'll tell you where to stick it
said Big William to Joe
You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts
I wouldn't give you fourpence
for your lousy rotten dough
And, anyway, you haven't got that much

Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night
I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line
Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein?
We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea
We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees
The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown
And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down
A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand
The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand
You always have good reason to take more than you need
Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down
What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave
Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave?
Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground
Those who don't and never would are those you will go down
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down
Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down

Dylan

I woke up this mornin', there were tears in my bed
They killed a man I really loved, shot him the head
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery
Closed the door behind him and threw away the key
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

He wouldn't take shit from no one, he wouldn't bow down or kneel
Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

Prison guards, they hitted him as they cursed him from above
But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard
Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, they laid him in the ground.

Away with the buff and the blue
And away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer
I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
If only I could be lying there aside her
While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary
Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Away with the buff and the blue
Away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues
The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired
The reins to his hands they are tied
The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might
Learn to slow down and drift with the tide
(Chorus)
It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go
And your spirit lies close to the ground
Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find
A friend there who'll help pull you round
(Chorus)
You have to agree, it's not easy to see
A sheep underneath all that fleece
If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like
It's a big world, you're only one piece
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues

(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues
The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired
The reins to his hands they are tied
The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might
Learn to slow down and drift with the tide
(Chorus)
It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go
And your spirit lies close to the ground
Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find
A friend there who'll help pull you round
(Chorus)
You have to agree, it's not easy to see
A sheep underneath all that fleece
If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like
It's a big world, you're only one piece
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues

(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues
The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired
The reins to his hands they are tied
The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might
Learn to slow down and drift with the tide
(Chorus)
It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go
And your spirit lies close to the ground
Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find
A friend there who'll help pull you round
(Chorus)
You have to agree, it's not easy to see
A sheep underneath all that fleece
If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like
It's a big world, you're only one piece
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues

(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues
The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired
The reins to his hands they are tied
The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might
Learn to slow down and drift with the tide
(Chorus)
It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go
And your spirit lies close to the ground
Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find
A friend there who'll help pull you round
(Chorus)
You have to agree, it's not easy to see
A sheep underneath all that fleece
If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like
It's a big world, you're only one piece
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain
Sometimes you win
Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself
Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues

Come all you wild young men
and a warning take by me
Never lead your single life
astray or into bad company
As I myself have done,
being all in the month of May
When I, as pressed by a sea captain,
a privateer to trade
To the East Indies we were bound
to plunder the raging main
And it's many the brave and
a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave
Ah, for Freeport we did steer,
our provisions to renew
When we did spy a bold man
of-war sailing three feet to our two

Oh, she fired across our bows,
Heave to and don't refuse
Surrender now unto my command
or else your lives you'll lose
And our decks they were sputtered
with blood and the cannons did loudly roar
And broadside and broadside a long time
we lay till we could fight no more
And a thousand times I wished myself alone
all alone with my Polly on the shore

She's a tall and a slender girl
with a dark and a-rolling eye
And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck and
for a sweet saint must lie
Farewell, my family and my friends,
likewise my barley too
I'd never have crossed the salt sea
wide if I'd have been ruled by you
And a thousand times I saw myself again,
all alone with my Polly on the shore

Don't say you caught me,
if you don't need me
Then I'll walk away,
come on make up your mind
Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me cause
I know your games and they're
the same games as mine
Feels like a break-up, you're taking up time

Don't say you told her,
you? still you love her
Oh, that's where you've been,
I hadn't seen all the signs
You swear you've changed
then you tell me again
That it's you I can trust,
for you must think that I'm blind
Why don't you wake up?
You're taking up time

Stop all the schooling, just keep it cool and
Believe what I say though it may seem unkind
Too late for pleading ?
I just want some peace?
And go find a new friend
cause it's the end of the line
Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time

Don't say you caught me, if you don't need me
Then I'll walk away,
come on make up your mind
Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me 'cause
I know your games and they're
the same games as mine
Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time

Green-Montgomery

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh down the Eastern seaboard
I got my diesel wound up and she's a-running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead alright but I can't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

I got ten forward gears and a George Overdrive
I'm takin' little white pills and my eyes are opened wide
And I just passed a Jimmy and White, been passing everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

Well, the FBI is checkin on down the line
Well, I'm a little overweight but my log books way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight, I'm gonna dodge all the scales allright
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye
I could have a lotta women but I'm not like some other guys
I could find me one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

My rigs a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a good flame blowing from her smoke stack black as coal
Well, my home town's comming in sight and if you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

When love, with unconfined wings, hovers within my gates
And my ?divine now fear? brings to whisper at my grates
When I lie tangled in her hair and fettered with her eye
Birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty
When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying ?tense?
Our careless heads with roses crowned, our hearts with royal flames
When first decreeth in wine we steep when healths and rafts run free
Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty
Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a gate
Minds innocent and quiet take that as a hermitage
If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free
Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty

We used to say
That come the day
We'd all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long

The way is up
Along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends who tried
Were blown off this mountain with the wind

Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again

Yet now I see
I'm all alone
But that's the only way to be
You'll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me

Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again

Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We're gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again

Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine
Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine
Will you let me control the handles,
you know it's the best thing I've ever seen
Well, Mr Lacey,
where'd you learn just what to do?
Well, Mr Lacey,
where'd you learn just what to do?
Can you fix me up now with a teacher,
I wanna become an inventor too

Why, Mr Lacey,
why d'you do the things you do?
Why, Mr Lacey,
why d'you do the things you do?
It's true no one here understands now
but maybe someday they'll catch up with you

The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"

Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"

The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command

"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"

"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"

They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea

Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"

"Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"

Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet

Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you
You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod
Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you

Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid
Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid
Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone
Take me to the mountains for my pleasure
And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart
And let me ere deliver him his leisure


When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun
Come on with the few and leave the many
There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand
He'll show you a good time for a penny

Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
One hand in your mouth
and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads
as you go walking by
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Here comes another Sunday,
ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child,
another tale to tell
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Bring along," the brewer said,
bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along
to keep us company
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Two miles down the road,
Henry Tompkins wife
Three miles down the road
and he's running for his life
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
Now the right thing's the wrong thing
No more excuses to come
Just one step at a time
And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away
And she ran so bitterly
Now call to your colours, friend
Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry
Don't you cry upon the sea
Don't you cry, don't you cry
For your lady and me

Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got, baby
Makes me bring home my pay
Something you got, baby
You ought to know
My my, whoa whoa
I love you so

Something you got, baby
Makes the world go 'round
Something you got, baby
Keep me home every night
Something you got, baby
You ought to know
You ought to know
Whoa, whoa, my, my
Whoa I love you so

Something you got
Makes me work all day
Something you got
Makes me bring home my pay
Something you got
You ought to know
My my, whoa whoa
I love you so

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

Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
One hand in your mouth
and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads
as you go walking by
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Here comes another Sunday,
ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child,
another tale to tell
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Bring along," the brewer said,
bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along
to keep us company
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Two miles down the road,
Henry Tompkins wife
Three miles down the road
and he's running for his life
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore,
your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter
and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes

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

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

Poor Will on the gallows tree
Never a cruel word did say
Oh that a good man
Should be treated this way

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

No purse for a ???
No true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man
He'll pay in awhile
Poor ladies, poor gentleman
Born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh with the hangman
When he comes for his fee?

Run to me mother of anyone's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury
At the jester's assize

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

(Chorus)

Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
One hand in your mouth
and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads
as you go walking by
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Here comes another Sunday,
ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child,
another tale to tell
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Bring along," the brewer said,
bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along
to keep us company
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

Two miles down the road,
Henry Tompkins wife
Three miles down the road
and he's running for his life
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me
The more we walk together,
love, the better we'll agree
We'll agree

The Hiring Fair
(Ralph McTell)

Well, I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour.
I noticed a maid in the very next row and
I hoped she'd be my neighbour.
Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both.
I spoke not a word on the cart to the farm,
but my heart beat in my throat.

Well, my lodgings were dry and my master fair,
and I gave him full measure.
But my envy grew like the corn in the field,
for in his house was my treasure.
I'd watch her carry water or drive cows from the byre,
And the heat from the sun made the corn grow strong,
and with it my desire.

Well, I'd see her in my dreaming, and in my dreams caress
Her eyes, her lips, and her dark brown hair,
the curves beneath her dress.
When harvest time it came at last, so heavy was the task,
That the women and the men worked side by side,
and I had her near at last.

So I swung harder with my scythe. Few words between us passed.
And I cursed my tongue-tied youthfulness
and hoped that she'd hear my heart.
When all was safely gathered in, and we sat down to rest,
My trembling fingers touched her arm and
she placed them on her breast.

And then she turned to me as the sun went down,
and all my senses reeled,
As we lay there on the scented ground and
the moon rose over the field. Hmmm....

Well she was safely gathered in my arms when from the barn
Drifted the sound of a violin and we hurried back to the farm.
And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air,
And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and
the girl from the hiring fair.

And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air,
And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and
the girl from the hiring fair.