10. John Barleycorn
There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.
They let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from Heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all.
They've let him stand till Midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man.
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barbarously.
11. They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him through the heart
And the loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.
They've wheeled him around and around a field,
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots
without a little barley corn
14. Scarborough Fair / Canticle
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Remember me to one who lives there. Then she'll be a true love of mine.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
(A hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown) And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Without no seams nor needle work, (And to fight for a cause they've long ago
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the forgotten)
mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Tell her to find me an acre of land, Remember me to one who lives there.
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) She once was a true love of mine.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
17. Blackwater Side
One morning fair I took he air
Down by blackwater side
‘twas gazing all al around me
The Irish lad I spied
All through the fore part of the night
We lay in sport and play
Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying 'Fare thee well today
That's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the West
Well then go home to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And think on your own misfortune
That you ‘ve brought with your want and will.
21. House Carpenter
Well I once could have married the king's third son
And a fine young man was he
But now I'm married to a house carpenter
And a noisy old man is he.
quot;(but) Will you forsake your house carpenter
And a go along with a me
I will take you to where the grass grows green
On the bank of the river deep.quot;
quot;But will you have to maintain me a bound
To keep me at in slavery?quot;
quot;Well I have seven ships
They will soon be at land
And they at your command shall be.quot;
She took her two babes by the hand
And gave them kisses three
Said, quot;Stay at home you darling little babes,
Keep your father sweet company.quot;
Now she dressed herself in her very best
Like a high born lady was she
She shivered and she shimmered and she proudly stepped
As they walked by the banks of the sea
22. Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time
Until she wept for sor'
quot;I would give all the gold in this round world
Just to see my babes once more.quot;
Well if you had all the gold and the silver too
That ever did cross the sea
You never would be at land anymore
And your babes you will never more see
Well they hadn't been sailing but a short, short time
About two weeks three or four
When the ship sprang a leak and they were doomed
And they were far away from the shore
quot;I see bright hills of heaven my dear
Where angels come and go
I see bright hills that tell my dear
Where you and I must go.quot;
quot;Well I wish I was back to my house carpenter
I'm sure he would treat me well
But here I am in the raging sea
And my soul is bound for hell.quot;
28. Matty Groves
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
quot;Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till lightquot;
quot;Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wifequot;
quot;But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings homequot;
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying quot;How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?quot;
quot;Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleepquot;
quot;Well, get up, get up,quot; Lord Donald cried, quot;get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked manquot;
29. quot;Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knifequot;
quot;Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I canquot;
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying quot;Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?quot;
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
quot;I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your fineryquot;
Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
quot;A grave, a grave,quot; Lord Donald cried, quot;to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin
32. Battle of Evermore
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
33. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back...
36. Hard Times of Old England
Come all brother tradesmen that travel along And now to conclude and to finish my song
O pray, come and tell me where the trade is all Let us hope that these hard times,
gone they will not last long
Long time have I travelled, and I cannot find none I hope soon to have occasion to alter my song,
and sing
And sing all the hard times of old England Oh, the good times of old England
In old England, very hard times In old England, jolly good times!
Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true
But if you've no money, there's none there for you
So what's a poor man and his family to do?
You must go to the shop and you'll ask for a job
They'll answer you there with a shake and a nod
And that's enough to make a man turn out and rob
You will see the poor tradesmen a-walkin' the
street
From morning to night for employment to seek
And scarce have they got any shoes to their feet
Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war
Been fighting for Queen and country this year
Come home to be starved, better stayed where
they were
38. Koeeoaddi There
the natural cards revolve ever changing
seeded elsewhere planted in the garden fair grow trees,
grow trees
tongues of the sheer wind
setting you foot where the sand is untrodden,
the ocean that only begins
listen a woman with a bulldozer built this house now
carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home
we were trying to buy it buy it buy it
someone was found killed there all bones bones dry bones
earth water fire and air
met together in a garden fair
put in a basket bound with skin
if you answer this riddle
you'll never begin
born in a house where the doors shut tight
shadowy fingers on the curtains at night
cherry tree blossom head high snow
a busy main road where I wasn't to go
I used to sit on the garden wall
say hello to people going by so tall
39. hallo to the postman's stubbly skin
hallo to the baker's stubbly grin
mrs thompson gave me a bear
brigitte and some people lived upstairs
skating on happy valley pond
various ministers and guards stood around
the ice was nice hallo the invisible brethren
and there was a tent you played cards with the
soldiers in, don't worry we won't send anyone
after you they screamed
but me and licorice saw the last of them one
misty twisty day
across the mournful morning moor motoring away
singing ladybird, ladybird what is your wish
your wish is not granted unless it's a fish
your wish is not granted unless it's a dish
a fish on a dish is that what you wish
earth water fire and air
met together in a garden fair
put in a basket bound with skin
if you answer this riddle
you'll never begin
43. Fairytale of New York They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
It was Christmas Eve babe But the wind goes right through you
In the drunk tank It's no place for the old
An old man said to me, won't see another one When you first took my hand
And then he sang a song On a cold Christmas Eve
The Rare Old Mountain Dew You promised me
I turned my face away Broadway was waiting for me
And dreamed about you
You were handsome
Got on a lucky one You were pretty
Came in eighteen to one Queen of New York City
I've got a feeling When the band finished playing
This year's for me and you They howled out for more
So happy Christmas Sinatra was swinging,
I love you baby All the drunks they were singing
I can see a better time We kissed on a corner
When all our dreams come true Then danced through the night
44. The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing quot;Galway Bayquot;
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
