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hang your head tom dooley, hang your head and cry you killed poor laurie foster, and you know your bound to die you took her on the hillside for to make her your wife you took her on the hillside and there you took her life you dug the grave 4 feet long and you dug it 3 feet deep you rolled the coal plate over her and tromped it with your feet hang your head tom dooley.... trouble always trouble a-rollin' through my breast as long as i'm a-livin' boys they ain't a-gonna let me rest i know they're gonna hang me tomorrow i'll be dead even though i never harmed a hair on poor little laurie's head hang your head tom dooley.... in this world and one more reckon where i'll be if it wasn't for grayson, i'd be in tennessee you can take down my old violin and play it all you please for at this time tomorrow, it'll be of no use to me hang your head tom dooley.... at this time tomorrow, where d'you reckon i'll be away on down in the hollow hangin' from a wide oak tree hang your head tom dooley hang your head and cry you killed poor laurie foster and you know your bound to die "st. james hospital" early one morning in the st. james hospital early one morning mornin' of the month of may when i looked through the window and espied a poor cowboy a dear cowboy as cold as the clay "sit ye down by me and hear my sad story sit ye down by me and sing me a song for my poor head is achin' and my sad heart is breakin' i'm a poor cowboy who knows he did wrong send for that doctor to come and heal up my body send for that preacher to come and pray for my soul for my poor head is achin' and my sad heart is breakin' i'm a poor cowboy, and hell is my doom get sixteen pretty maidens to come and carry my coffin get sixteen pretty maidens to come and sing me a song and tell 'em to bring some of them sweet smellin' roses so they can't smell me as they tote me along beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly and play the death march as you carry me along and throw lilies all over my coffin there goes a poor cowboy who knows he did wrong" |
I was standing by my window on a cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse wheel rolling It was taking my sister away Said undertaker, undertaker won't you please drive real slow That's my little baby sister Lord I sure hate to see her go Will the circle be unbroken by and by Lord by and by There's a better home awaiting in the sky Lord in the sky |
I'd a terrible broken heart I'd a terrible broken heart I'd a terrible broken heart I'd a terrible broken heart You were born on the day my mother was buried My grief, my grief, my grief, my grief You were born on the day my mother was buried My grief, my grief, my grief, my grief Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For once she was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without any seam or needle work And she shall be a true love of mine Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyne Where never sprang water nor rain ever fell And she shall be a true love of mine Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Which never bore blossom since Adam was born And she shall be a true love of mine Now he has asked me questions three Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme I hope he'll answer as many for me And he shall be a true love of mine Tell him to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea sand And he shall be a true love of mine Tell him to plow it with a ram's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And sow it all over with one pepper corn And he shall be a true love of mine Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And bind it up with a peacock's feather And he shall be a true love of mine When he has done and finished his work Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then can he come for his cambric shirt And he shall be a true love of mine |
It's Raining Again, Supertramp Caminando Por la Calle, Gypsy Kings Les Eaux de Mars, Jobim/Moustaki |
Isla de Encanta - The Pixies eh monita vien comigo eh monita vien comigo hay aviones cada ora Isla de encanta irme hoy (x3 - I think?) Donde no hay suffrimiento Donde no hay suffrimiento Non pides ???? por la calle Isla de encanta irme hoy (x3) it's easy and it's pretty happy and it makes me think I know spanish. |
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Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy ......... If,n you ain't the granddaddy of all liars. I'll teach you to be happy. I'll teach your grand mother to suck eggs! .... I told you I'd shoot. Why didn't you beleive me? |
_______ Why is the world in love again? why are we marching hand in hand? Why are the ocean levels rising up? It's a brand-new record for 1990 They Might Be Giants' Brand new Al-bum Flooooooooooood! |
In this happy sing-song hell hole In this torture house of glee In this perfect playpen prison There's so much to do and see On this euthanasia morning Colorful carnival of pain Let us drink delicious poison If they won't let us, let's complain Genetic engineers Crucified our sacred hymns While flesh fell off our bodies And we lost our limbs |
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Weela weela wallia; There was an old woman who lived in the wood, Down by the river Sallia. She had a baby six months old, Weela weela wallia; She had a baby six months old, Down by the river Sallia. She had a penknife three foot long, Weela weela wallia; She had a penknife three foot long Down by the river Sallia. She stuck the knife in the baby's head, Weela weela wallia; The more she stabbed it the more it bled Down by the river Sallia. Three big knocks came a knocking at the door, Weela weela wallia; Two policemen and a hangman, Down by the river Sallia. "Are you the woman what killed the child?" Weela weela wallia; "Are you the woman what killed the child?" Down by the river Sallia. "I am the woman what killed the child." Weela weela wallia; "I am the woman what killed the child." Down by the river Sallia. The rope was pulled and she was hung, Weela weela wallia; The rope got pulled and she was hung Down by the river Sallia. The moral of this story is, Weela weela wallia; Ya Don't stick knives in babies' heads Down by the river Sallia. |
"Your youngest daughter she must stay at home but your eldest I will take away." "Come in come in, all seven of my sons, and guard your sister round, For it will never be said that a steward's son has taken my daughter out of town. Oh no kind sir, I'm none of the steward's sons . My father was a regular's king (?) my mother was a quaker's queen So he got on his milk white steed, and she on her dapple grey. He slung his buglehorn around his neck, and they did ride away. They hadn't gone more than a mile out of town, when he looked back again. He saw her father and the seven of her brothers come drifting across the plain. "Light down light down, Fair Ellen," said he, "And hold my steed by the reigns 'Til I fight with your father and the seven of your brothers come drifting over the plains" So she got down and stood right still, not a word did she return 'Til she saw her father and the seven of her brothers arolling in their own heart's blood. "Slack your hand slack your hand, Sweet William," cried she "for your wounds are very sore The blood runs free from every vein, and my father I can find no more So he got on his milk white steed, and she on the dapple grey He slung his buglehorn around his neck, and they went riding away. Soon they rode up to his mother gate and tingling at the ring Oh mother oh mother asleep or awake, rise up and let me in Oh mother oh mother come and bind my head for my wounds are very sore The blood runs free from every vein, come to me and bind it no more. Now about two hours before it was day, the clouds began to grow Sweet Willian died from the wounds he received, Fair Ellen died from sorrow. |
Ah my lee and lonely. Willie is the father of his sister's child Down by the greenwood side. Took her down to the merry wood Ah my lee and lonely And there he shot his sister dead Down by the greenwood side He rode back to his mother's house Ah my lee and lonely Welcome to me my son my son Down by the greenwood side Son oh son, why are you so pale? Ah my lee and lonely I've been down to the greenwood hunting quail Down by the greenwood side There's no quail away down there Ah my lee and lonely I've been shooting a white tailed deer Down by the greenwood side No pistol kills a deer Ah my lee and lonely Willie oh Willie, where's your sister fair? Down by the greenwood side Mother oh mother, make my bed Ah my lee and lonely For I have shot my sister dead Down by the greenwood side Son oh son, where will you go? Ah my lee and lonely For your father will kill you when he comes to know Down by the greenwood side He'll bury you under yon hill Ah my lee and lonely If he doesn't kill you, I surely will Down by the greenwood side. Boiled in Lead |
That wear gold in your hair To come or go by Carter Hall For young Tam Lin is there If you go by Carter Hall You must leave him a wad Either your rings or green mantle Or else your maidenhead She's away on gravel green And oh the gravel brown She's away to Carter Hall To flour herself a gown She had not pulled a rosy rose A rose but barely one When by came this brisk young man Says, lady let alone How dare you pull my rose, Madam? How dare you break my tree? How dare you come to Carter Hall Without the leave of me? Well may I pull the rose, she said Well may I break the tree For Carter Hall it my father's I'll ask no leave of thee Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall He's taken her by the milk-white hand And there he's laid her down And there he asked no leave of her As she lay on the ground. Oh tell me, tell me, then she said Oh tell me who art thee My name it is Tam Lin, he said And this is my story As it fell out upon a day A-hunting I did ride There came a wind out of the north And pulled me betide And drowsy, drowsy as I was The sleep upon me fell The Queen of Fairies she was there And took me to herself Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall At the end of every seven years They pay a tithe to Hell And I'm so fair and full of flesh I'm feared 'twill be myself Tonight it is good Halloween The fairy court will ride And if you would your true love win At Miles Cross, you must bide Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall Oh, in Carter Hall, in Carter Hall Gloomy was the night And eerie was the way This lady in her green mantle To Miles Cross she did go With the holy water in her hand She cast the compass round At twelve o'clock the fairy court Came riding o'er the mound First came by the black steed And then came by the brown Then Tam Lin on the milk-white steed With a gold star in his crown She's pulled him down into her arms And let the bridle fall The Queen of Fairy she cried out Young Tam Lin is away They've shaped him in her arms Into an roaring snake She's held him fast and feared him not To be her lovely mate They've shaped him in her arms again Fire burning bold She's held him fast and feared him not Till he was iron cold They've shaped him in her arms To a wood black beast so wild She's held him fast and feared him not The father of her child They've shaped him in her arms at last Into a naked man She's wrapped him in the green mantle And knew that she had him won The Queen of Fairies she cried out Young Tam Lin is away Had I known, had I known, Tam Lin Long before, long before you came from home Had I known, I would have taken out your heart And put in a heart of stone Had I known, had I known, Tam Lin That a lady, a lady would steal thee Had I known, I would have taken out your eyes And put into a rowan tree Had I known, had I known, Tam Lin That I would lose, that I would lose the day Had I known, I would have paid my tithe to hell Before you'd been won away |
he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl... Is it true what you hear, did he doe it out of fear? Was the day drawing near when a child would start to show? Was it rage or shame or the damage to his name? Was it something worse, does anybody know? Did she pay a price for making them look twice? Like a glimpse of paradise across a dull and bitter land? Did she pass them by did she dare to meet their eye? Did she scorn them all and did they understand? A grief to her father -did she really leave him? a lover to her brother -yes we all believe him temptation to her betters -no better than she should be unfaithful to her lover -he always knew she would be She says: I never had a chance to prove them wrong My time was short, the story long No I never had a chance to prove them wrong it's always them that write the song Did he go to ground, was the suitcase ever found? Did the police come swarming round on a trail aready cold? Did he lead them a dance, did he run away to Fronac? did he shop himself before the day was old O she was bound to lose is she set her face to choose They never could excuse her for stirring up their fears She was much too young, and how the earth has stopped her tongue You can hear the voices calling down the years She says: I never had a chance to prove them wrong My timew was short, the story long No, I never had a chance to prove them wrong It's always them that write the song I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl... Oysterband |
http://www.tam-lin.org/ NB, you a fan of the 'Dad? First time I saw them was my 21st birthday, when they were just starting out. |
Oh listen to my story, and I'll tell you know lies How John Lewis did murder poor Little Omie Wise He told her to meet him at Adams' spring He promised her money and other fine things So fool like she met him at Adams spring No money he brought her nor any fine things Go with me little omie and away we will go We'll go off to get married and no one will know [spoken: my fingers are gettin' cold] She climbed up behind him and away they did go But off to the river where deep waters flow John Lewis, John Lewis will you tell me your mind Do you intend to marry me or leave me behind Little Omie, Little Omie, I'll tell you my mind My mind is to drown you and leave you behind Have mercy on my baby and spare me my life I'll go home as a beggar and never be your wife He kissed her and he hugged her and he turned her around Then he pushed her in deep waters where he knew that she would drown Then he jumped up on his pony and away he did ride As the screams of Little Omie went down by his side Was on a Thursday morning and the rain came pouring down When people searched for Little Omie, but she could not be found Two boys went to fishing on a summer's day When they saw Little Omie's body go floating away Then they threw a net around her and dragged her to the bank Her clothes were wet and muddy, they laid her on a plank They sent for John Lewis to come to that place And brought her out before him so he might see her face Though he made no confession, they carried him away No friends nor relations would go to his bail |
The book also mentions the ballad known as "Binoorie" or "The Bonny Swans": (as sung by Loreena McKennitt) A farmer there lived in the north country a hey ho bonny o And he had daughters one, two, three The swans swim so bonny o These daughters they walked by the river's brim a hey ho bonny o The eldest pushed the youngest in The swans swim so bonny o Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand with a hey ho a bonny o And I will give you house and land the swans swim so bonny o I'll give you neither hand nor glove with a hey ho a bonny o Unless you give me your own true love the swans swim so bonny o Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam with a hey ho and a bonny o Until she came to a miller's dam the swans swim so bonny o The miller's daughter, dressed in red with a hey ho and a bonny o She went for some water to make some bread the swans swim so bonny o Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan with a hey ho and a bonny o It's very like a gentle woman the swans swim so bonny o They placed her on the bank to dry with a hey ho and a bonny o There came a harper passing by the swans swim so bonny o He made harp pins of her fingers fair with a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair the swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone with a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone the swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall with a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all the swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone with a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone the swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my father the King with a hey ho and a bonny o And yonder sits my mother the Queen the swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my brother Hugh with a hey ho and a bonny o And by him William, sweet and true the swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my false sister, Anne with a hey ho and a bonny o Who drowned me for the sake of a man the swans swim so bonny o |
Aaron Harris, was a bad bad man (2) He's the baddest man that ever was in this land He killed his sweet little sister, and his brother -in-law (2) Over a cup of coffee, he killed his sister and his brother-in-law He got of jail every time he would make his kill (2) He had a hoodoo woman, all he had to pay the bills All the policemens on the street, had ol' Aaron to fear(2) You could always tell when Aaron Harris was near He pawned his pistol one night to play in a gamblin' game(2) When Bull Hawg shot him, blotted out his name [spoken] That was the baddest man I ever seen...Boy, that man was terrible...That man would chew pig iron and spit it out. I'll tell you...razor blades...'n chew...I'll tell you chew glass if it was necessary. The same thing would cut a hog's entrail's out. He was a tough man, Aaron Harris. He was no doubt the toughest |