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| 7:55 | 
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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 "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "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 wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" 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 "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?" "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 asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "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 knife" "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 can" 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 "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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| 2. |
| 4:16 |
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Swarbrick
In know Rosie, You're living in a world you didn't make And I know it's hard feeling happy When the things you want aren't even there to take (Chorus:) Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Of my Rosie Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow. Throw away your uniform Now's the time to take things by the hand Come on in and take your coat off Settle down and listen to the band And ain't that grand, Rosie (Chorus) |
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| 3. |
| 2:48 | 
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| 4. |
| 5:09 |
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| 2:44 |
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Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day Something you got, baby Makes me bring home my pay Something you got, baby You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so Something you got, baby Makes the world go 'round Something you got, baby Keep me home every night Something you got, baby You ought to know You ought to know Whoa, whoa, my, my Whoa I love you so Something you got Makes me work all day Something you got Makes me bring home my pay Something you got You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so |
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| 6. |
| 11:34 |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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| 7. |
| 3:54 |
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| 3:22 |
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| 9. |
| 5:56 |
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| 3:42 |
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Away with the buff and the blue
And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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| 11. |
| 5:06 |
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Come all you wild young men
and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month of May When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for Freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew When we did spy a bold man of-war sailing three feet to our two Oh, she fired across our bows, Heave to and don't refuse Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you'll lose And our decks they were sputtered with blood and the cannons did loudly roar And broadside and broadside a long time we lay till we could fight no more And a thousand times I wished myself alone all alone with my Polly on the shore She's a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck and for a sweet saint must lie Farewell, my family and my friends, likewise my barley too I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide if I'd have been ruled by you And a thousand times I saw myself again, all alone with my Polly on the shore |
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| 12. |
| 11:13 |
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Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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| 13. |
| 3:11 |
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| 14. |
| 3:19 |
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