1. |
Horn
00:25
|
|||
2. |
||||
|
I once knew a fellow called Arthur McBride
And his pleasure was walking down by the seaside,
A-walking, a-talking, a-viewing the tide
Though the weather was pleasant and charming.
So gay and so gallant we went on our tramp,
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Gramp
And the bonny little drummer who roused up the camp
With his row-dee-dow-dow in the morning.
"What ho, me good fellows," the sergeant did cry,
"The same to you, sergeant," we made to reply.
There was nothing more said and we made to pass by
All on that bright summer's morning.
"What ho, me good fellows, if you would enlist,
Ten guineas in gold I would slap in your fist
And a crown in the bargain to kick up the dust
And to drink the King's health in the morning."
"Oh no, me good sergeant, we are not for sale,
Though we're fond of our country, your bribes won't avail.
Though we're fond of our country, we care not to sail,
For we are the boys of the morning."
"If you would insult me without any word,
I swear, by me king, I would draw me broadsword
And I'd run through your body as strength me affords
Ere you could breathe out the morning."
Oh we laid the little drummer as flat as a shoe,
We made a football of his row-dee-dow-doo.
The sergeant, the corporal, we knocked out the two
For we were the boys of the morning.
And as for the weapons that hung by their side,
We flung them as far as we could in the tide.
"And the devil go with you," says Arthur McBride,
"For spoiling our walk in the morning."
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
There was a shepherd and he slept
sheep upon a hill.
And he would go each May morning
all for to drink his fill.
And it's blow the windy morning
Blow the winds, i-o
Clear away the morning dew
and sweet the winds shall blow
Sweet the winds shall blow
He looked up, he looked down
He took a downward look
And there he spied a pretty maid
A-washing at the brook
And it's blow the windy morning
Blow the winds, i-o
Clear away the morning dew
and sweet the winds shall blow
Sweet the winds shall blow
And then he rode along the road
'til he came upon an inn
And ready was the pretty maid
to let the maiden in
And it's blow the windy morning
Blow the winds, i-o
Clear away the morning dew
and sweet the winds shall blow
Sweet the winds shall blow
She jumped off her milk-white steed
and stepped within the inn, crying
"You're a beggar without,
and I'm a maid within."
And it's blow the windy morning
Blow the winds, i-o
Clear away the morning dew
and sweet the winds shall blow
You may take off your shirt and hose
and let your feet go bare,
but if you find a pretty maid
you touch her if you dare
you touch her if you date
And it's blow the windy morning
Blow the winds, i-o
Clear away the morning dew
and sweet the winds shall blow
Sweet the winds shall blow
|
||||
4. |
||||
5. |
||||
|
It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Louisiana,
One night by the light of the moon.
The captain told us to ford a river,
That's how it all begun.
We were -- knee deep in the Big Muddy,
But the big fool said to push on.
The Sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure,
This is the best way back to the base?"
"Sergeant, go on! I forded this river
'Bout a mile above this place.
It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging.
We'll soon be on dry ground."
We were, waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.
The Sergeant said, "Sir, with all this equipment
No man will be able to swim."
"Sergeant, don't be a Nervous Nellie, "
The Captain said to him.
"All we need is a little determination;
Men, follow me, I'll lead on."
We were, neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.
All at once, the moon clouded over,
We heard a gurgling cry.
A few seconds later, the captain's helmet
Was all that floated by.
The Sergeant said, "Turn around men!
I'm in charge from now on."
And we just made it out of the Big Muddy
With the captain dead and gone.
Well, I'm not going to point any moral,
I'll leave that for yourself
Maybe you're still walking, you're still talking
You'd like to keep your health.
But every time I read the papers
That old feeling comes on;
We're, waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool says to push on.
|
||||
6. |
Bridge
00:53
|
|||
7. |
The Monaghan Jig
04:15
|
|||
8. |
Flora
04:36
|
|||
|
When first I came to Louisville, my fortune there to find,
I met a fair young maiden there, her beauty filled my mind.
Her rosy cheek, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest.
The name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west.
I courted lovely Flora, she promised ne'er to go.
But soon a tale was told to me that filled my heart with woe.
They said she meets another man who holds my love in jest.
And yet I trusted Flora, the lily of the west.
'Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of low degree,
He spoke unto my Flora there and kissed her 'neath a tree.
The answers that she gave to him like arrows pierced my breast.
I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west.
I stepped up to my rival, my dagger in my hand.
I seized him by the collar and I ordered him to stand.
All in my desperation I stabbed him in his breast.
I'd killed a man for Flora, the lily of the west.
And then I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea.
They placed me in a pris'ner's dock and then commenced on me.
Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest.
Still I love my faithless Flora, the lily of the west
|
||||
9. |
Darling Cory
04:53
|
|||
|
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down
Well the first time I seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee
Go away, go away, darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Bad liquor ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head
Oh yes, oh yes, my darlin'
I'll do the best I can
But I'll never take my pleasure
With another gamblin' man
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
|
||||
10. |
The Lament for Limerick
02:38
|
|||
11. |
Nancy Whiskey
04:04
|
|||
|
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver, I am a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pocket, and I'll follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
I walked up to that fair city, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to spy
I walked in and sat down beside her. Seven long years I loved her well
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her,
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching,
Nancy had my heart beguiled
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
I woke up in that fair morning,
Nancy Whiskey by my side
I tried to rise, but was not able,
Nancy had me by the knees
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
I'll gang back to the Calton weavin',
I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll did more at the Calton weavin',
then ever I did in the rovin' way
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers,
Come all ye rash and ye roving blades
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
she'll ruin you like she ruined me
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o
|
||||
12. |
Loch Lomand
01:29
|
|||
13. |
||||
14. |
Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
04:04
|
|||
|
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
When I was a young man never been kissed
I got to thinkin' it over how I had missed
I got me a girl and I kissed her and then
Oh, lord, well I kissed 'er again
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
He asked would I marry and be his sweet wife
Then we'd be so happy for the rest of our life
He begged daddy, pleaded like a natural man
And then, oh lord, I gave him my hand
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
I worked my day hard and so did my wife
Workin' hand-in-hand to make a good life
With corn in the field and wheat in the bins
Then, oh lord, I was the father of twins
Oh
Our children numbered just about four
They all had a sweetheart knockin' on the door
They all got married and they didn't hesitate
I was, oh lord, the grandfather of eight
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
Now that I'm old and ready to go
We get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago
We had a lot of kids, trouble and pain
But, oh lord, we'd do it all again
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
Oh kisses sweeter than wine
|
||||
15. |
||||
|
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Concord?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a flintlock in his hand,
Marching to the Concord war, hey marching to the Concord war.
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand,
Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the Dunkirk war.
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Korea?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M1 in his hand,
Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean war.
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Birmingham?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist,
Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the Birmingham war.
Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you are not even listening.
Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields to start glistening,
Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided missile,
Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its whistle.
|
||||
16. |
Her Washbin
02:27
|
|||
|
She's got a heavy life load in her wash bin today
She's got a heavy life load on her mind
She keeps the weight of the world in a box on a tray
left for her angels to find
She walks a quiet thin line between waking and sleep
She walks a quiet thin line that she knows
She has a dream in disguise like the smell on her face
Flowers in her desert grow
All alone, all alone
All alone she quietly sits
All alone, all done
All alone she turns the page
She's got all that she needs in her wash bin today
She's got all that she needs in her mind
And she won't let me in when I knock at the door
Afraid of what she'll find
All alone, all alone
All alone she quietly sits
All alone, all done
All alone she turns the page
|
||||
17. |
Horn
01:42
|
|||
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.
... more
If you like Lehto and Wright, you may also like:
Would the Light Hold Me
by Oceanique
Celtic-inspired instrumentation, delicate harmonies, and reflective lyrics abound on the sisterly indie-folk duo's debut album.
go to album
Scottish harpist and singer Rachel Newton brings an innovative, intensely emotional touch to traditional music on this dreamy LP.
go to album
Wealth of Sorrow
by Cahalen Morrison
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless.
go to album
Ship To Shore
by Richard Thompson
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk.
go to album
Sparkling and knotty indie rock from this Australian group with interlocking guitars and shifting rhythms.
go to album
Darkness begins to creep into the corners on the latest from Itasca.
go to album
Little Green
by Cara Beth Satalino
Cara Beth Satalino's delicately melodic yet resilient indie folk songs sparkle with lyrical wit and hard-won wisdom.
go to album
