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By dbone on Tuesday, August 15, 2000 - 11:12 pm:

    "tom dooley"

    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"


By NZA on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 02:39 am:

    Will the Cirle be Unbroken

    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


By Spider on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 10:47 am:

    Tiny Grief Song


    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



By Dougie on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 11:42 am:

    My 3 favorite happy songs:

    It's Raining Again, Supertramp

    Caminando Por la Calle, Gypsy Kings

    Les Eaux de Mars, Jobim/Moustaki


By Willy Nilly on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 03:30 pm:

    I use this song to help get other songs out of my head:

    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.


By Willy Nilly on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 03:38 pm:

    Though on the theme of death, there are a a few great songs on Neko Case's new album. One is "South Tacoma Way" and the other is "Furnace Room Lullaby".


By Trace on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 03:43 pm:

    Hello Boys and Girls! This is your old pal stinky weasel teets, and I'm here to sing a song about a whale...no! it's a song about being happy. It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy Song!
    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?


By Wavydave on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 04:28 pm:

    Dave, Dave, he's just a bag of skin.

    _______

    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!


By TBone on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 04:48 pm:

    Happy Hour - By King Missile

    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


By Trace on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 05:02 pm:

    Edifying, Tbone


By N.b. on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 08:33 pm:

    There was an old woman who lived in the wood,
    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.


By JusMiceElf on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 12:38 am:

    Sweet William rode to the old man's gate and boldy he did say:
    "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.


By JusMiceElf on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 12:40 am:

    It's up in the kitchen, down the hall,
    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


By Spider on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 12:46 am:

    Oh, I forbid you maidens all
    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


By JusMiceElf on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 12:49 am:

    I met a man whose brother said
    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


By JusMiceElf on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 12:53 am:

    hrrmmm....I was fixing to post that, Rhi

    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.


By dbone on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 01:28 am:

    "Little Omie Wise" - Doc Watson version

    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








By Spider on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 01:29 am:

    My most favorite book ("The Perilous Gard," by Elizabeth Marie Pope, who was a Bryn Mawr alumna and that's the reason I applied there) is based on the story of Tam Lin.

    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







By dbone on Thursday, August 17, 2000 - 01:41 am:

    "Aaron Harris Blues" - Jelly Roll Morton

    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


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