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Wasn't That a Time
03:16
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Our fathers bled at Valley Forge, the snow was red with blood
Their faith was worn at Valley Forge,
Their faith was brotherhood.
Brave men who fought at Gettysburg now lie in soldier's graves
But there they stemmed the rebel tide
And there their faith was saved
Wasn't that a time?
A time to try the souls of men,
wasn't that a terrible time?
Informers took their Judas pay to tell the sorry tale
The gangs in congress had their way
And free souls went to jail.
How many times we've gone to kill
in freedom's holy name
And children died to save the pride
of rulers without shame.
Wasn't that a time?
A time to try the souls of men,
wasn't that a terrible time?
Our faith cries out
We have no fear
We dare to reach our hands to all our neighbors, far and near
To friends in every land
To friends in every land
Wasn't that a time?
A time to try the souls of men,
wasn't that a terrible time?
Isn't this a time?
A time to free the souls of men
Isn't this a wonderful time?
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The Broomfield Hill
06:28
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Oh it's of a lord in the north country,
He courted a lady gay.
As they were riding side by side,
A wager she did lay.
"Oh I'll wager you five hundred pound,
Five hundred pound to one,
That a maid I will go to the merry greenwood,
And a maid I will return."
So there she sat in her mother's bower garden,
There she made her moan,
Saying, "Should I go to the Broomfield Hill,
Or should I stay at home?"
Then up and spake this witch woman,
As she sat on a log,
Saying, "You shall go to the Broomfield Hill,
And a maid you shall come home."
"Oh when you get to the Broomfield Hill,
You'll find your love asleep.
With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,
And his ribbons hanging down to his feet."
"And pick the blossom from off the broom,
The blossom that smells so sweet.
And lay some down at the crown of his head,
And more at the sole of his feet."
So she's away to the Broomfield Hill
And she's found her love asleep.
With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,
And his ribbons hanging down to his feet.
And she's picked a blossom from off the broom,
The blossom that smells so sweet.
And she's laid some down at the crown of his head
And more at the sole of his feet.
And she's pulled off her diamond ring
And she's pressed it in his right hand,
For to let him know when he'd wakened from his sleep
That his love had been there at his command.
And when he woke out of his sleep,
And the birds began to sing,
Saying, "Awake, awake, awake master,
Your true love's been and gone."
"Oh where were you, me gay goshawk?
And where were you, me steed?
And where were you, me good greyhound?
Why did you not waken me?"
"Oh I clapped with my wings, master,
And bold your bells I rang,
Crying, waken, waken, waken master,
Before this lady ran."
"And I stamped with my foot, master,
And I shook me bridle till it rang.
But nothing at all would waken you
Till she had been and gone."
"So haste ye, haste ye, me good white steed,
To come where she may be.
Or all the birds of the Broomfield Hill
Shall eat their fill of thee."
"Oh you need not waste your good white steed
By racing to her home,
For no bird flies faster through the wood
Than she fled through the broom."
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3. |
Children's Songs
31:59
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4. |
Betsy Bell and Mary Gray
18:25
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Betsy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were bonny lasses.
They built them a bower on yon burnside,
They theeked it all o'er wi' rashes.
They theeked it all o'er wi' rashes green,
They theeked it all o'er wi' heather.
The plague came from the burrows-town,
And it slew them both together.
They would not have their shoes of red
Nor would they have them yellow.
But they would have their shoes of green
To ride through the streets of Yarrow.
They thought to lie all in the church yard,
Among their noble kin.
But they were laid in Stronach Hall,
All art beneath the sun.
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Lehto and Wright Minneapolis, Minnesota
“... among North America’s best practitioners of Anglo-Celtic folk-rock... wonderfully intricate, powerful guitar-driven
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“... Lehto & Wright produce a tight, seasoned yet compact sound, offering a fresh blast of inventive folk-rock American style.”
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Celtic/American Folk and Folk Rock from a Minnesota based Trio.
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