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Up Jumped the Herring
02:15
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One night we were fishing Happisburgh* Light,
Fishing and trawling, all through the night
Chorus (repeated after each verse):
In this windy old weather, stormy old weather, stormy old weather,
When the wind blow, we'll all pull together.
Up jumped the herring, the queen of the sea,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, O you can't catch me!”
Up jumped the mackerel, with spots on his back,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, come square your main tack!”
Up jumped the crab, with his great long claws,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you'll run her ashore!”
Up jumped the rooker, his back hard and tough,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you will burn the duff!”
Up jumped the sprat, the smallest of all,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you will loose your trawl!”
Up jumped the whiting, with silvery eyes
Said, “You haven't gt long on the sea for to ride!”
Up spoke the skipper, “The saying is right,
We'll haul up our trawl and we'll go home tonight!”
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British Man O'War
02:39
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As I walked out one morning, so careless I did stray,
I overheard a sailor bold to his young lady say:
“Oh, Susan, lovely Susan, I soon must leave the shore
To cross the briney ocean on a British man-o'-war.”
Pretty Susan fell a-weeping and this to him did say:
“How can you be so venturesome to throw yourself away?
For 'tis when I am twenty-one I shall receive my store,
Jolly sailor, do not venture on a British man-o'-war.”
“Oh, Susan, lovely Susan, the truth to you I'll tell:
The British flag insulted is; Old England knows it well.
I may be crowned with laurels but, like a jolly tar,
I'll face the wars of China on a British man-o'-war.”
Young Henry took his handkerchief and cut it fair in two,
Said he, “One half you keep for me; the same I'll do for you.
Though the bullets may surround me and cannons loudly roar,
I'll fight for fame and Susan on this British man-o'-war.”
“Oh, Susan, lovely Susan, the time will quickly pass,
Let's go down to the ferry house and take a parting glass.
My shipmates they are waiting to row me from the shore,
For 'tis old England's glory on a British man-o'-war.”
A few more words were spoken, then her love let go her hand;
The jovial crew they launched the boat so merrily from land.
Young Henry waved his handkerchief while far away from shore,
Pretty Susan blessed her sailor on a British man-o'-war
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Nancy of Great Yarmouth
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Pretty Nancy from Yarmouth, o my joy and delight!
It's of a kind letter I am now going to write;
It is to inform you what we undergo
All on the salt sea, my love, where the stormy winds blow.
'Twas early one evening, just before it grew dark,
Our captain came to us and he showed us a mark;
He showed us a mark, boys, from Zeus in the sky,
He said he was sure there was a storm very nigh.
'Twas early the next morning just before it grew day
Our captain came to us and these words he did say,
“Be all of good heart, boys, be all of good cheer,
For whilst we have sea-roads, brave boys, never fear.”
It's well, my dearest jewel, how we were toss'd about
Like an army of soldiers going forth for to fight.
A soldier may fly to his sword or his gun
But a sailor must submit to his watery tomb.
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The Jolly Waggoner
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When first I went a-waggoning, a-waggoning did go
Well, it filled my poor old parents' hearts with sorrow, grief, and woe
And many are the hardships that since I've undergone.
Chorus (after each verse):
Sing whoa my lads, sing whoa, drive on my lads, drive on
Who wouldn't be for all the world a jolly waggoner.
When it's pelting down with rain, my lads, I get wetted to the skin
But I bear it with contented heart until I reach the inn
And I sit down a-drinking with the landlord and his kin.
Well, things is greatly altered now and waggons few are seen
The world's turned topsy-turvy, lads, and things is run by steam
And the whole world passes before me just like a morning dream.
Aye, things is greatly altered now but then what can us do
The folks in power all take no heed to the likes of me and you
It's hardship for us workmen, lads, and a fortune for the few.
Well, Martinmas is coming, lads, what pleasures we shall see
Like chaff before the wind, my lads, we'll make our money flee
And every lad shall take his lass and he'll have her on his knee
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Rolling in the Dew
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"O where are you going my pretty fair maid,
With your red rosy cheeks and your curly black hair?"
"I'm a-going a-milking, kind sir," she answered me,
"For it's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair."
"O shall I go along with you my pretty fair maid?"
"Why surely you can please yourself, kind sir, "she
answered me.
"Supposing I should lay you down, ,my pretty fair maid?"
"Why surely I'd get up again, kind sir," she answered me.
"Supposing I should dirt your gown?" (etc., as above)
"Why surely it would wash again."
"Supposing you should have a child?"
"Why surely you would be the father of it."
"What should you do for linen?"
"My father he's a linen-draper."
"What would you do for a cradle?"
"My brother he's a basket maker."
"Supposing I should run away?"
"May the Devil fetch you back again."
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In Scarborough Fair Town
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'Twas in Scarborough fair town a young damsel did dwell,
She loved a young sailor, she loved him full well.
When they were about to marry her this was this young man's lot:
Instead of a married life a watery grave he got.
Now as we were got sailing through Robin Hood's Bay,
The wind came down all on us and dismal was the day.
The wind came down all on us and the seas like lions roared,
Which tossed these poor sailors all on the lee shore.
Now as we were got swimming, yes, swimming for our lives,
Some of them had sweethearts and some of them had wives.
And it was about our landing, it worked to be this young man's lot,
For instead of a-marrying her a watery grave he got.
Now as soon as this fair maid these tidings did hear
She pulled off her ringlets, she tored off her hair,
Crying, “Come, all you cruel billows, come, toss my love on shore
So that I may behold his sweet features once more.”
Now as she was got walking down by the sea side
She met a pretty sailor washed up all by the tide,
And when she saw him she immediately did stand,
For she knew it was her own true love by the marks on his right hand.
“And now that I have found my true love I do adore,
I'll kiss him, I'll embrace him ten thousand times o'er,
I'd be happy and contented to lay down by his side.”
And the very next day morning this pretty fair maid died.
Now in Scarborough fair town these two couple do lay,
And written on their tombstone in full memory,
Crying, “Come, all you loyal lovers, this way as you pass by,
Think of those unfortunate couple who now here do lay.”
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Cambridgeshire May Carol
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Arise, arise, you pretty fair maids,
And take your May bush in,
For if that is gone before tomorrow morn
You would say we had brought you none.
Oh, the hedges and fields are growing so green,
As green as grass can be;
Our heavenly father watereth them
With his heavenly dew so sweet.
I have got a little purse in my pocket
That's tied with a silken string;
And all that it lacks is a little of your gold
To line it well within.
Now the clock strikes one, it's time we are gone,
We can no longer stay;
So please to remember our money, money box
And God send you a joyful May.
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Adieu, sweet lovely Nancy, ten thousand times adieu,
I am going across the ocean, love, to seek for something new.
Come change your ring with me, dear girl,
Come change your ring with me,
For it might be a token of true love while I am on the sea.
And when I'm far upon the sea you'll know not where I am.
Kind letters I will write to you from every foreign land.
The secrets of your heart, dear girl,
Are the best of my good will,
So let your body be where it might, my heart will be with you still.
There's a heavy storm arising, see how it gathers round,
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are fighting for the crown.
There's nothing to protect us, love,
Or keep us from the cold,
On the ocean wide, where we must fight like jolly seamen bold.
There's tinkers, tailors, shoemakers, lie snoring fast asleep,
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are ploughing through the deep.
Our officers commanded us,
And them we must obey,
Expecting every moment for to get cast away.
But when the wars are over, there'll be peace on every shore,
We'll return to our wives and our families, and the girls that we adore.
We'll drink out liquor merrily,
And spend our money free,
And when the money is all gone - we'll boldly go to sea.
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Oh, don't you remember, a long time ago,
Those two little babies, their names I don't know
They were stolen away one bright, summer's day
And left in a wood, so I've heard folks say.
Sweet babes in the wood
Sweet babes in the wood
Oh, don't you remember
Those babes in the wood
Now the day being gone and the night coming on
Those two little babies sat under a stone
They sobbed and they sighed, they bitterly cried
Those two little babies they laid down and died
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The trees they grow so high and the leaves they grow so green,
The day is past and gone, my love, that you and I have seen.
It's a cold winter's night, my love, when I must bide alone,
For my bonny boy is young but a-growing.
As I was a-walking by yonder church wall,
I saw four-and-twenty young men a-playing at the ball.
I asked for my own true love but they wouldn't let him come,
For they said the boy was young but a-growing.
“Oh father, dearest father, you've done to me much wrong,
You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young.”
“Oh daughter, dearest daughter, if you'd wait a little while,
A lady you shall be, while he's growing.”
“We'll send your love to college, all for a year or two,
And then perhaps in time the boy will do for you.
I'll buy you white ribbons to tie about his waist
To let the ladies know that he's married.”
And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day,
They went out into the hay-field to have some sport and play,
And what they did there she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing.
And at the age of sixteen he was a married man,
And at the age of seventeen she brought to him a son,
And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him,
And that soon put an end to his growing.
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Adieu, To Old England
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Adieu to Old England, adieu,
And adieu to some hundreds of pounds.
If the world had been ended when I had been young,
My sorrows I'd never have known.
Once I could drink of the best,
The very best brandy and rum.
Now I am glad of a cup of spring water
That flows from town to town.
Once I could eat of good bread,
Good bread that was made of good wheat.
Now I am glad with a hard mouldy crust
And glad that I got it to eat.
Once I could lie on a good bed,
A good bed that was made of soft down.
Now I am glad of a clot of clean straw
To keep myself from the cold ground.
Once I could ride in my carriage,
With servants to drive me along.
Now I'm in prison, in prison so strong
Not knowing which way I can turn.
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Windy Old Weather
03:12
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One night we were fishing Happisburgh* Light,
Fishing and trawling, all through the night
Chorus (repeated after each verse):
In this windy old weather, stormy old weather, stormy old weather,
When the wind blow, we'll all pull together.
Up jumped the herring, the queen of the sea,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, O you can't catch me!”
Up jumped the mackerel, with spots on his back,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, come square your main tack!”
Up jumped the crab, with his great long claws,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you'll run her ashore!”
Up jumped the rooker, his back hard and tough,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you will burn the duff!”
Up jumped the sprat, the smallest of all,
He sang out, “Old Skipper, you will loose your trawl!”
Up jumped the whiting, with silvery eyes
Said, “You haven't gt long on the sea for to ride!”
Up spoke the skipper, “The saying is right,
We'll haul up our trawl and we'll go home tonight!”
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Andrew Paine UK
Andrew Paine is a Glasgow based musician: his work ranging from solo voice, through layered howling guitars, gentle piano interludes, oblique electronics and wherever he likes in between.
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