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White Copper Alley
02:05
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Well as I was a-walking up White Copper Alley,
As I was a-walking out one fine day,
A lass neat and pretty from fair London City,
Her cheeks were like roses, her colour was gay.
And I stepped up to her a-thinking to gain her,
Saying, "Where are you going you pretty fair maid?"
And kisses I vented and love I pretended,
For all was in vain 'cos she was a maid.
"Oh I can not, I will not, I shall not, I dare not
Submit to your passions for I am afraid;
Friends will discover I have a new lover
And then they will call me a wanton young jade."
But I said, "Me dear there's no need to fear.
We'll go to some inn where we shall not be known."
And then she relented, at last she consented,
"But first, kind Sir, some money pay down."
And hearing these words it made me right anxious
To think I should purchase a pretty fair maid;
And when she demanded five guineas, t'was granted
And when we'd had supper we went to bed.
But I being tired and weary of drinking,
And I being tired and weary of play,
I fell a-nodding and she fell a-robbing
And left the old bedroom before it was day.
And I turned to kiss her and then I missed her;
I looked for me wallet right under me head.
But the lady had plundered, I roared out like thunder;
All was in vain for the lady had fled.
And it's not the gold watch and me silver I value,
It's not the gold watch and the silver I crave.
I think some young doctor will be me conductor,
I wish I'd not met with that pretty fair maid.
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Bayat-i Dotar
03:16
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Ellie Rhee
06:45
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The Biff Henderson Set
06:46
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Mirabeau Bridge
04:35
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I went down to see the morning when the shutters all were drawn
And the sidewalk tables empty and the laughing voices gone
And from some upstairs window in the blue and grey of dawn
Came the faded sound of somebody who played my song
I had a dream and I gave it a name
And the name that I gave it was your name
I had a dream and I gave it a name
And the name that I gave it was your name
I was fighting phantom windmills made of nothing left to do
But live among the shadows of the days I made it through
With lies and false pretences that tomorrow would be new
And it was because just like a dream I discovered you.
And the Mirabeau Bridge is crowded with the ones who love the night
And the river laughing endlessly like the wild cafe life
Full of words from every language across the candle light
As it shines like love in the eyes that I meet tonight
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Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,
With grace and myyt of chivalry;
The God for hym wrouyt marvelously,
Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cry
Deo gratias
Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria.
Noe gratious God he save owre kynge,
His peple, and all his wel wyllynge,
Gef him gode lyfe, and gode endynge,
That we with merth mowe savely syng
Deo gratias
Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria.
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Agincourt Precis
02:43
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A bear there was
A bear, a bear
All black and brown
And covered in hair
Three boys, a goat
And a dancing bear
They danced and spun
Up to the fair
How sweet she was
And pure and fair
The maid with honey
Up in her hair
He smelled her all
On the summer air
The maid with honey
Up in her hair
From there to here
From here to there
All black and brown
And covered in hair
He smelled that girl
In summer air
The bear, the bear
And maiden fair
Oh, I'm a maid
And I'm pure and fair
I'll never dance
With a hairy bear
I called the knight
But you're a bear
All black and brown
And covered in hair
From there to here
From here to there
All black and brown
And covered in hair
He smelled that girl
In summer air
The bear, the bear
And maiden fair
The bear, the bear
And maiden fair
And the bear, the bear
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My father was a judge, a solitary man
He beat me to cry, with the back of his hand
I played with my sisters, he said I played too rough
It seems to me son, I didn't beat you enough
You're no good. He said I'm no good
You're no good. He said "son, you're no good"
I went for my schooling and I faced the wall
"Tommy Burns" said the teacher, "can you hear me at all?"
I sweep down the hall ways, and I sweep up the grounds
And the boss he tells me that I'm late on my rounds
I'm no good. Oh they say I'm no good
I'm no good. They say I'm no good
I once had a songbird with a broken wing
I cried and I cried. Oh it never would sing
I once had a songbird. The apple of my eye
I put it in the killing jar just to watch him die
I once had a sweet heart. Caught her running around
I hit her with a log chain and I put her in the ground
I once had a sweetheart, oh a pretty little thing
I knelt in her cold grave and I took back my ring
I'm no good. They say I'm no good
I'm no good. You see I'm no good
I'm no good. They say I'm no good
I'm no good. I'm no good
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11. |
Waltz (Bonus Track)
00:26
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Waitin' for some rain to fall
Waitin' for some mail to come
Waitin' for the dawn again
Old man on the farm
Milk the cow slop the pigs
Sweeping out the chicken house
Drinking whiskey in the barn
Goodnight ladies
Sorry if I stayed too long
So long it's been good to know you
I love the way I sing that song
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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
music...”
— Dirty Linen
“... Lehto & Wright produce a tight, seasoned yet compact sound, offering a fresh blast of inventive folk-rock American style.”
— Folk Roots
Celtic/American Folk and Folk Rock from a Minnesota based Trio.
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