1. |
Work o' the Weaver
02:55
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WORK O' THE WEAVER
David Shaw (d. 1856) / Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
Well we're all met together here to sit & to crack
With our glasses in our hands & our work upon our back
For there is na tradesman in the world can either mend nor mak'
If it wasna for the work o' the weaver.
CHORUS: If it wasna for the weaver what would ya do?
Ya wouldna ha' the cloth that's made o' wool
Ya wouldna have a coat o' the black or the blue
If it wasna for the work o' the weaver.
Our sailors & our soldiers well we know that they're so bold
But if they hadna clothes to wear they couldna live for cold
The high & low, the rich & poor, the young or the old
Oh they wouldna want the work o' the weaver.
There's folk that's independent now of other trader's work
The women need no barber and the dyker needs no clerk
But none o them can do wi'out a jacket or a shirt
Oh, they wouldna want the work o' the weaver.
Now weaving is an honest trade & it will never fail
As long as we need cloth to wear to keep a body hale
So let us all be merry now & drink a jug of ale
Here’s a health to the work o' the weaver.
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2. |
I Live Not Where I Love
03:20
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I LIVE NOT WHERE I LOVE
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
Come all you maids that live at a distance,
Many a mile from off your swain.
Come and assist me this very moment
For to pass away some time.
Singing sweetly and completely
Songs of pleasure and of love;
For my heart is with him altogether,
Though I live not where I love.
When I sleep I dream about you;
When I wake I take no rest.
For ev'ry instant thinking of you,
My heart's fixed in your breast.
Though far distance be of assistance,
From my mind this love to remove,
Still my heart is with him altogether,
Though I live not where I love.
All the world shall be of one religion,
All living things shall cease to die,
If ever I prove false to my jewel
Or any way my love deny.
The world shall change and be most strange
If ever I my mind remove;
For my heart is with him altogether,
Though I live not where I love.
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3. |
Twa Corbies
02:15
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TWA CORBIES
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
As I was walking all alone,
I spied twa corbies making moan;
I heard the one to the other say-o,
Where shall we go & dine today-o?
Oh where shall we go & dine today?
By yonder brook in yonder field,
There lies a knight beneath his shield;
And no-one knows that he lies there-o,
But his hawk & his hound & lady fair-o,
His hawk & his hound & lady fair.
His hawk is to the hunting gone,
His hound to fetch the wild fowl home;
His lady's taken another mate-o,
So we may take our dinner sweet-o,
So we may take our dinner sweet.
And you'll sit on his bones so white,
And I'll pick out his bonny eye;
And with a lock of his golden hair-o,
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare-o,
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare.
There's many a one for him shall mourn;
And none shall know where he is gone.
And o'er his bones as they lie there-o,
The wind shall blow for evermore.
Wind shall blow for evermore.
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4. |
Trumpet Carol
02:32
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TRUMPET CAROL
Lyrics and Arr: Graham Pratt. Tune: French Trad
Joshua in days of yore, so we learn in story;
Joshua in days of yore marched his men to glory.
Far away in Jericho came a fanfare, faint and low;
Pap-pa-dum-pum-pum, Pap-pa-dum,
Of a trumpet sounding, of a trumpet sounding…
Seven days they marched in line, tireless dedication;
Seven days they marched in line, drilled in strict formation.
Still the town refused to fall til they blew that fateful call...
Pap-pa-dum-pum-pum, Pap-pa-dum,
Of a trumpet sounding, of a trumpet sounding…
There before us on our way rise the walls of sorrow;
There before us on our way no hope for tomorrow.
Shake those towers of despair, let the song ring through the air;
Pap-pa-dum-pum-pum, Pap-pa-dum,
Of a trumpet sounding, of a trumpet sounding…
Rock those ramparts of despair, let the song ring through the air;
Pap-pa-dum-pum-pum, Pap-pa-dum,
Of a trumpet sounding, of a trumpet sounding.
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5. |
Newry Highwayman
02:44
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NEWRY HIGHWAYMAN
Irish Trad. Amended/Arr: Graham Pratt
In Newry town I was bred & born;
In Stephen's Green now I die in scorn.
I served my time to the saddling trade,
But I turned out to be, but I turned out to be a roving blade.
At seventeen well I took a wife;
I loved her well as I loved my life;
And for to keep her in fine array,
I went a-robbing on, I went a-robbing on the King's highway.
I robbed Lord Goldwyn I do declare
And Lady Masefield of Grosv’nor Square.
I shut the shutters, bade them goodnight,
And homeward then to meet, & homeward then to meet my heart's delight.
To Covent Garden I made my way
With my dear wife for to see the play;
Lord Fielding's gang there did me pursue,
And I was taken by, and I was taken by that cursèd crew.
My father cried, "O my darling son."
My wife she moaned: "Oh I am undone."
My mother tore her white locks & cried;
Oh in his cradle bed, oh in his cradle bed he should have died.
Six pretty maidens will bear my pall;
Give them white garlands & ribbons all;
And when I'm dead they will speak the truth:
There goes a wild young man, there goes a wild young man & wicked youth;
A wild young man & wicked youth.
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6. |
Back And Sides Go Bare
03:18
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BACK AND SIDES GO BARE
Lyrics: Anon. Tune: Ken Langsbury. Arr: Graham Pratt
I cannot eat but little meat, my stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink with him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare take ye not care for I am never cold;
I stuff my skin so full within – of jolly good ale and old.
CHORUS: Oh, back and sides go bare, both hand and foot go cold,
But belly God send thee good ale, whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but nut-brown toast and crab laid in the fire
A little bread will do me stead, much bread I ne’er desire
No frost or snow or wind I trow can hurt me if it would
I am so wrapped & thoroughly lapped – with jolly good ale and old...
I care right nought and take no thought for clothes to keep me warm
Have I good drink I surely think than none can do me harm
For truly then I fear no man though he may be so bold
When I am armed & thoroughly warmed – with jolly good ale and old...
Now….let them drink till they nod and wink as such good fellows do
They shall not miss to have the bliss that ale doth bring them to
And all poor souls that scour black bowls or have them lustily trolled
God save their lives & toast their wives – in jolly good ale and old...
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7. |
Lovely On The Water
03:41
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LOVELY ON THE WATER
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
As I walked out one morning
When the birds were singing in the air
There I overheard a sailor lad
Likewise a lady fair.
Said the sailor lad to his true love
Now the time has come to sail away
Oh it's lovely on the water
For to hear the music play.
Oh the Queen she calls us to sea, love
And I may not stay here on the shore
I will brave the wars and the dangers, love
Where the cannon loudly roar.
Then I’ll dress myself as a cabin boy
If you’ll not stay here by my side
Let me go with you, dearest William -
For I may not be denied.
Your hands and fingers are small, love
And the stormy sea you’ll not endure
How should I feel, love, if you should fall
Where the cannon loudly roar.
Come change your ring now with me love
In the hope that we’ll meet once more
May the gods above keep you safe and well
Where the cannon loudly roar.
In Plymouth town there is sorrow
There are mothers weeping full sore
For their sons are gone for to face the foe
Where the cannon loudly roar.
As I walked out one morning
When the birds were singing in the air
There I overheard a sailor lad
Likewise a lady fair…
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8. |
Herrick's Wassail
03:13
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HERRICK’S WASSAIL
Lyrics: Graham Pratt (from Robert Herrick poem). Tune & Arr: Graham Pratt
CHORUS: Wassail, wassail…
We open up your gate and call an easy blessing to you all,
That you remember Adam’s fall and thankful be.
Then may your dairies never fail,
With milk and cream in ev’ry pail;
May oats and barley fill each vale for all to see...
May all your trees be pressed with fruit & bees and hives be never mute
But sweetly sounding like a lute to make you sing.
And may each harrow, share & plough;
Each duck & goose, each sheep & cow,
All prosper by this virgin vow and bounty bring...
So have we sung yet see none here to bring us either ale or beer;
Have we in vain brought you good cheer to earn such scorn?
Let all hereby now heed their fate,
That rust and cobweb bind each gate,
And fires die within the grate before the morn...
And as we trudge across the moor to honour this most ancient law,
We pray you give us now no cause to wish you ill.
For we would rather bless this day;
We are not built for fight nor fray;
So now relent, give us we pray our proper fill...
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9. |
Misty Mountain
03:16
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MISTY MOUNTAIN
Scottish Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
High upon the misty mountain, Air farai, Hee-lya ho;
Rounding up the sheep for counting, Hee-lya horo, Hee-lya horo.
MacNeil’s galley she was passing,
Nothing holding back her crossing...
Wind & tide can ne’er delay her,
Wind & tide will both obey her...
With MacPherson’s sons so charming,
From MacLean’s land they were coming...
To fair Kishmul she was heading,
To young Rodrick’s merry wedding...
Long the night in song & story,
Drinking wine to Kishmul’s glory...
High upon the misty mountain,
Rounding up the sheep for counting...
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10. |
I Will Make You Brooches
03:44
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I WILL MAKE YOU BROOCHES
R L Stevenson / Maddy Taylor. Arr: Graham Pratt
I will make you brooches & toys for your delight
Of birdsong at morning & starshine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you & me
Of green days in forest & blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen & you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river & bright blows the broom
You shall wash your linen & keep your body white
In rainfall at morning & dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember And only you admire,
The broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
I will make you brooches…toys for your delight
Of birdsong at morning and starshine & starshine at night
I will make a palace fit for you & me
Of green green green green days In forest…& blue blue days at sea...
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11. |
Let The Rain Come
02:47
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LET THE RAIN COME
Lyrics: Graham Pratt. Tune: French Trad
And here's to the jolly farmer, None better in the land
And here's to the jolly farmer, None better in the land
Let the rain come, let the snow come, let the wind blow at the door;
We have taters, we have turnips, we have corn in good store.
And the wintertime will fly away and summer come once more...
And here's to the jolly brewer, None better in the land
And here's to the jolly brewer, None better in the land
Let the rain come, let the snow come, let the wind blow at the door;
We have barley, we have water, we have hops in good store
And the wintertime will fly away and summer come once more...
And here's to the jolly choir, None better in the land
And here's to the jolly choir, None better in the land
Let the rain come, let the snow come, let the wind blow at the door;
We have altos, we have tenors, we have basses to roar;
And the wintertime will fly away and summer come once more.
Let the rain come let the snow come let the wind blow at the door
We have carols, we have stories, hear the harmonies roar…
And the wintertime will fly away and summer come once more
And the wintertime will fly away and summer come once more.
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12. |
Paul's Shanty
03:13
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PAUL’S SHANTY
Graham Pratt
Got no charts for where we’re bound, Roll on Santyanna;
Once we’re clear of Plymouth Sound, We're rolling down to Rio.
Take our chances with the tide, Roll on Santyanna;
Stars and luck to be our guide, We're rolling down to Rio.
Darkness falls, courage calls you; New horizons with the dawn;
Too late now to turn and run, We're rolling down to Rio.
Take our leave of those on shore, Roll on Santyanna;
Some of them we’ll see no more, We're rolling down to Rio.
Leave the harbour far behind, Roll on Santyanna;
No idea of what we’ll find, We're rolling down to Rio.
Head held high! Colours flying! New horizons with the dawn;
Too late now to turn and run, We're rolling down to Rio.
Rolling down to Rio!
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13. |
Grinder's Hardships
03:11
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GRINDER'S HARDSHIPS
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
Oh to be a Sheffield grinder it is no easy trade;
There's more than you'd imagine in grinding of a blade.
The strongest man amongst us all is old at thirty two,
For there's few that suffer such hardship as we poor grinders do.
Oh and when the country goes to war, our masters quickly cry,
All orders countermanded our goods we'll all lay by.
Your prices we must settle now and you'll be stinted too,
For there's few that suffer such hardship as we poor grinders do.
And for ev’ry day a grinder works he's breathing dust and steel;
A broken stone can give a man a wound that will not heal.
There's many an honest working man struck down by such a blow,
For there's few that suffer such hardship as we poor grinders do.
Oh in summer time we can do no work 'til water does appear,
And if that's late in coming on the season is severe.
In wintertime our hands are numbed with frosts and driving snow,
For there's few that suffer such hardship as we poor grinders do.
Repeat verse 1.
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14. |
Agincourt Carol
04:50
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AGINCOURT CAROL
Anon (15th century). Arr: Graham Pratt
CHORUS: Deo Gratias Anglia, Redde pro victoria.
Our King went forth to Normandy
With grace and might of chivalry
There God for him wrought marv'llously
Wherefore England may call and cry...
Deo gratias Anglia, Redde pro victoria.
He set a siege sooth for to say
To Harfleur town with royal array
That town he won & made affray
That France shall rue til Doomesday...
Then went our King with all his host
Through France for all the French did boast
He spared neither least nor most
‘Til he came to Agincourt coast...
Then forsooth that comely Knight
In Agincourt field did manly fight
Through grace of God most mighty
He had both field & victory...
There dukes & earls lord & baron
Were taken slain & that well soon
And some were led into London
With joy & mirth & great renown...
Now gracious God he save our King
His people & all his good willing
Give him good life & good ending
That we with mirth may safely sing...
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