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Bruton Town
05:00
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In Bruton Town there lived a farmer,
Who had two sons and a daughter dear,
By day and night his daughter’s courtship
Did fill her brothers’ hearts with fear.
One night, one night of restless slumber,
One brother rose up from his bed,
He heard the servant court their sister,
He heard they had a mind to wed.
A day of hunting was prepared
In Thornywoods where the brambles grow,
And there they did this young man murder
And in a ditch his body thow.
As she lay dreaming on her pillow,
She thought she saw her heart’s delight
By her bed side as she lay weeping,
Dressed all in his bloody coat.
She rose up early the next morning
And searched the countryside around,
And there she saw her own dear jewel
Lying in the briars where he’d been found.
Three days and nights she did sit by him
‘Till her poor heart was filled with woe,
Then cruel hunger came upon her,
And to her home she had to go.
“Oh sister, sister, why do you whisper?
And won’t you tell us where you’ve been?”
“Stand off, stand off, you bloody butchers,
My love and I you both have slain.”
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2. |
George Collins
02:43
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George Collins walked out one May morning,
When May was all in bloom,
There he espied a fair pretty maid,
Washing Her white marble stone.
She whooped she hollered,
She highered her voice,
She held up her lilli white hand,
"Come hither to me, George Collins" said she,
"Your life it won't last you long."
And if I should chance to die this night, as I supose I shall,
Bury me under that white marble stone, that lies in Fair Elanors hall,
Elanor sat in her room so fine, working on her silken screen,
She saw the fairest corpse a comming that ever the sun shone on.
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The Bird It Sang
03:47
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Said oh my bird my bonnie bird, what is that song you sing?
Did you learn the tune and words by wrote, and the sorrow that they bring?
Oh no, oh no the bird it sang, " I've flown up from early morn,
On the second day of wind and rain poor charlie struck for home,
Oh no, the bird it sang.
Last night I saw him in the glen and my heart near burst in side,
So sorely changed by want is he, I watched poor Charly cry,
On the hills that are by rights own he roves a stranger dear,
On the one hand he is pressed by want on the other pressed by fear,
Oh, the bird it sang.
He lay beneath his highland his highland plaid in the cold and in the dark,
His powder and his flint were spent, he could not get a spark,
Night came down the tempest howled over moors and vales,
On the ground the prince lay down lashed by wind and hales,
Oh no,
Oh no the bird it sang.
Then he spied the redcoats and I called from in my tree,
He ran right down upon the coast, this land is not for me,
As I saw him leave these shore humming on a wing,
A tear apeared upon my cheek, it's for Charlie that I sing,
Oh no,
Oh no the bird it sang,
Oh no,
Oh no the bird it sang.
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Morning Came
04:35
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Morning Cam, evening went,
While our world sat still with good intent
Romance was on the wane,
Desire burns the same,
Love will change where change she finds.
The winter birds are on the wing,
Your voice is fresh, welcome as the spring,
I'd love to hold you tight,
Stay for one more night,
And catch your light in the lines I write.
Could have bought you a dress of silk with a sea shell print,
You were much too smart to ever want for it,
Love to hold you tight,
Stay forone more night,
Love will change where change she finds.
I'm sure that some day peace will come,
On the day all our fear is gone,
Relax and sing a song,
Open up your heart,
Love will change where change she finds.
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Coming Down
05:23
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She's coming down,
Shimmering across some foggy trail,
She's out there on the breeze,
Singing in the spaces somewhere in between,
Voices from the street, drifting through her window
It's a sunny afternoon,
Her marigolds are blooming.
Misty smile, taking trips and never leaving town,
Stray afternoons,
Trailing the arcades and promenades, they're closing soon
She Buttons up her jacket,
Reaches for her pocket,
Finds herself in her picture of the moon.
We're descending to the street,
Leaving much too soon,
After all, we are shooting at the moon.
There she goes, in her pocket there's pictures of the moon,
I bite my lip, in her misty smile the morning lingers on,
There's diamonds in the moss,
You can't keep on searching for what it is you never really lost
We're descending to the street,
Leaving much too soon,
After all we're shooting at the moon.
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Fine Falling Rain
03:17
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Fine falling rain
Gathered in the meadow once again
Soaked our feet & our coats
As we set out through the fields & winding roads
Out came the sun
Shining down and warming everyone
See how far we have come
Let’s take our rest while we are on the run
Stars in the sky
Cast a light to navigate us by
Only sleep a little while
We’ll soon be strong for miles & miles
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Freight Train to Rainham
02:03
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Jump on that freight train, I ain't got the bread
Jump on that freight train, I ain't got the bread
My world is in a tangle and baby, so is my head
Down to Barking, I'm traveling sea to sea
Down to Barking, I'm traveling sea to sea
I know just where I'm going so it don't bother me
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Keep On Travelling
03:44
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Hear the quarell of sparrows,
Wandering on their wings back home
Down cross Spain and Morroco
Across the desert travelling on
You know everything's go work out fine
The driving rain won't outlast the day
The storm won't blow all through the night, no matter what the people say
Time takes time to pass
Some times slow it may be fast
You know everything is going to work out fine
Dawn brings another light from the darkest part of night
Keep your candel burning bright
Keep on travelling
Keep on travelling
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The Lords of Thyme England, UK
No one can tell you what traditional English music is without tying themselves in handkerchief knots, but you know it when you hear it. The Lords Of Thyme are traditionally English in the same way that Pentangle or Fotheringay were traditionally English, but also in the same way that Julian Cope undoubtedly is. A hazy, blissed out, ancient and modern country of the strangest imaginations. ... more
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