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Four Drunken Maidens
03:36
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There were four drunken maidens
Lived on the Isle of Wight
They drank from Monday morning
'til midnight Saturday night
When Saturday night rolled round, me boys,
These girls just wouldn't go out
These four drunken maidens
kept pushing the jug about
Then in comes bouncing Sally
Her cheeks as red as blooms
Move up, me jolly sisters,
and give young Sally some room
and I will be your equal
before the night is out
And these four drunken maidens
kept pushing the jug about
There's woodcock and pheasant,
partridge and hare
There's all sorts of dainties
No scarcity was there
There's forty pints of beer, me boys,
They've fairly drank them out
And these four drunken maidens
kept pushing the jug about
Then up comes the landlord
He's asking for his fee
There's a bill for forty pounds, me boys,
these gobs have got to pay
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys,
but still they wouldn't go out
And these four drunken maidens
kept pushing the jug about
Oh, where are your feathered hats,
your mantles rich and fine?
They've all got swallowed up, me boys,
in tankards of good wine
And where are your maidenheads,
you maidens rich and gay?
We left them at the alehouse
and drank them clean away
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The Butcher Boy
06:43
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It's of a brisk young butcher as I have heard them say.
He started out of London town upon a certain day.
Says he, "A frolic I will have, my fortunes for to try.
I will go into Leicestershire some cattle for to buy,
When he arrived at Leicester town he came into an inn
He called for an ostler and boldly walked in.
He called for liquors of the best, he played the roving blade
And quickly fixed his eye upon a lovely chambermaid.
Then she took a candle to light him up to bed
When he came into the room, these words to her he said:
"One sovereign I will give to you all to enjoy your charms."
and this fair maid all night did sleep all in the butcher's arms.
It was early the next morning he prepared to go away.
The landlord said "Your reckoning, sir, you did forget to pay."
"Oh,", the butcher did reply "please do not think it strange.
One sovereign I gave your maid, and I haven't got the change.”
Thye straightway called the chambermaid and charged her with the same.
The golden sovereign she laid down, for fear she'd get the blame;
Was then the butcher he went home, well pleased with what had passed
And soon this pretty chambermaid grew thick about the waist.
'Twas nearly twelvemonth later he came to town again
And as he had done before he stopped at that same inn.
'Twas then the pretty chambermaid she chanced him for to see;
She brought a babe, just three months old, and placed it on his knee
The butcher sat like one amazed and at the child did stare
And when the joke he did find out, how he did stamp and swear.
"Oh, kind sir, it is your own, so do not think it strange
One sovereign you gave to me and here I brought the change."
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Skewbald
04:36
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You gallant gentlemen all, come listen to me story
It's of the bold Skewbald that noble racing pony
Arthur Marvel was the man who has brought the Skewbald over
He's a diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
The horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
And the gentlemen did shout when they saw the noble rider
And some did shout hooray as the air was thick with curses
On the grey Griselda sportsmen laid their purses
The trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrow
They scarcely touched the ground for the going it was narrow
Then Griselda passed him by, the gentlemen did holler,
"Oh, the grey will win the day and the Skewbald he will follow."
Then halfway round the track up spoke the noble rider,
"I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tiger."
And when they did discourse, bold Skewbald flew like lightning
and chased around the course, and the grey mare she was taken
"Ride on, my noble lord, for they have two hundred guineas
and the prize shall be of gold when we pick become the winner."
Then past the winning post Skewbald won so handy
And horse and rider both ordered sherry wine and brandy
You gallant gentlemen all, come listen to me story
It's of the bold Skewbald that noble racing pony
Arthur Marvel was the man who has brought the Skewbald over
He's a diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
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Saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all
And it's a pink moon
Hey it's a pink moon
Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon
Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon
I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all
It's a pink moon
Yea, it's a pink moon
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When the sun comes up, and the first quail calls
Follow the drinkin' gourd
The old man is waiting for to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
For the old man is waiting to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Well the river bank makes a mighty good road
Dead trees will show you the way
Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
For the old man is waiting to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Well the river ends, between two hills
Follow the drinkin' gourd
There's another river on the other side
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
For the old man is waiting to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinkin' gourd
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Black Eyed Dog
03:58
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A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.
I'm growing old and I want to go home
I'm growing old and I don't want to know
I'm growing old and I want to go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.
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The Mission Bells
04:06
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Coming to terms with all the righteous mess
Coming to terms, we squint and do our best
To see the open road
To see the open road
Coming to terms we turn ourselves to the storm
Digging in our heels, we're scarred for life and worn
We're worn down to the bone
We're worn down to the bone
And the mission bells are ringing clear
Shining bright to draw you near
Go rest easy in the sound
Go rest easy in the sound
Coming to terms we turn and face the facts
Coming to terms we face the deception, the acts
Oh, our eyes are open wide
The tears have fallen and dried
And the mission bells are ringing clear
Shining bright to draw you near
Go rest easy in the sound
Go rest easy in the sound
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Ye Mariners All
10:02
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Oh, ye mariners all, as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Oh, ye mariners all, if you've half a crown
You're welcome all for to sit down
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
And now I'm old and can scarcely crawl
Have an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Feel my desire, fulfil my bliss
A pretty girl and a jug of this
Oh, when I'm in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this
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The Idle Road
01:37
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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.
... more
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