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Jack O'Diamonds, one-eyed knave On the move, hits the street Bumps his head, on the ground Well, he's a scout, you're born to lose Shouldn't stay Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds This one-eyed prince, wears a ?single love? Oh sure, he's not that lovely Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand Left me here to stand Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to land Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card Jack O'Diamonds is a high card Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card But it ain't hard enough Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches Colour by picture but it's only a ten Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds This one-eyed prince, wears a ?single love? Oh sure, he's not that lovely Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand Left me here to stand Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card Jack O'Diamonds is a high card Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card But it ain't hard enough Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches Colour by picture but it's only a ten Jack O'Diamonds |
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My mind keeps on telling me that this is no good
And my heart is aching, that tells me I should But only time will show the wiser I've fallen in love with a girl that's not mine If I take her it will hurt him, a very best friend of mine But I know that I need someone, to hold, to love And my mind says I shouldn't but my heart says I should And I don't know which to go by, my mind or my heart And this is so confusing, it's tearing me apart Time, it will show the wiser Well, I wish someone would help me, this decision is mine And my morals and emotions are hard to combine And there is no easy way out to limit the time That it takes till she finds out for the love that I hide And I don't know which to go by, my mind or my heart And this is so confusing, it's tearing me apart Time, it will show the wiser Time, it will show the wiser Time, it will show the wiser |
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Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Can you fix me up now with a teacher, I wanna become an inventor too Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? It's true no one here understands now but maybe someday they'll catch up with you |
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Suzanne takes you down to a place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you want to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think that maybe you'll trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. And Jesus was a sailor When He walked upon the water And He spent a long time watching From His lonely wooden tower And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him He said "All men shall be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But He Himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with Him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust Him For He's touched your perfect body with His mind. Suzanne takes you down to a place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Amid the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning And they're leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust her For you've touched her perfect body with your mind |
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My father he rides in your ships
And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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Well, that big dumb blonde with Gorgeous George
And Turtle, a friend of theirs, with his cheques all forged And his cheeks in a trunk with a cheese in the cash You're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash, and it's (Chorus) Ooh baby, ooh-ee Ooh baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Everybody from right now go over there and back The louder they come, well the bigger they crack Come now, ?sweet pea?, and don't forget the flash We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash (Chorus) Well, I took my counsellor out to the barn Silly Nelly was there, she told him a yarn Then along came Jones and emptied the trash Everybody went down to that million dollar bash (Chorus) Well, I been hittin' it too hard, you know, my ?sloes? won't take I get up in the morning, bit too early to wake First it's "Hello", then "Goodbye", they push and they crash But everybody's gonna make it to that million dollar bash (Chorus) Well, I looked at my watch then I looked at my wrists Punched myself in my face with my fists and I Took my taters back a-home to be mashed But then I made it right on to that million dollar bash (Chorus) (Chorus) (Chorus |
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Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman Converse with Reynardine Her hair was black, her eyes were blue Her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her Did that sly old Reynardine She said, "Kind sir, be civil My company forsake For in my own opinion I fear you are some rake" "Oh no," he said, "no rake am I Brought up in Venus' train But I'm seeking for concealment All along the lonesome plain" "Your beauty so enticed me I could not pass it by So it's with my gun I'll guard you All on the mountains high" "And if by chance you should look for me Perhaps you'll not me find For I'll be in my castle Inquire for Reynardine" Sun and dark, she followed him His teeth did brightly shine And he led her up a-the mountains Did that sly old Reynardine |
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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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Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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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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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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There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods upon his head Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was dead (Chorus) There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the glass But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last They've let him lie for a long long time till the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprang up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand till midsummer's day and he looks both pale and wan Then little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man (Chorus) (Chorus) They've hired men with the sharp-edged scythes to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him around the waist, treated him most barbarously They've hired men with the sharp-edged forks to prick him to the heart And the loader has served him worse than that for he's bound him to the cart So they've wheeled him around and around the field till they've come unto a barn And here they've kept their solemn word concerning Barleycorn They've hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin from bone And the miller has served him worse than that for he's ground him between two stones (Chorus) (Chorus) And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend his pots without John Barleycorn |
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Red and Gold are royal colours
Peasant colours are green and brown Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing Red and gold when the harvest is cut down. Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course And the willows weep into its waters clear My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born And raised in faith my King and God to fear. In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby It did not occur to me that little Cropredy Could be witness to the meeting of both sides On June the 29th that year I was about my work Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow Upon the brown earth and the corn still green Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow And quickly soak into the greedy ground In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow And faint I knew that I must lay me down At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head So I raised myself above the hedge to see And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer The blood they spilled was coloured just the same Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother And all of this was done in Jesus' name All that day and all the next the battle it was raging Though when darkness came I slipped away But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying In my bed until the dawning of the day And the dreams I had were red and gold And the little stream became a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell With no markers to declare their place of rest But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown And to my mind they do declare it best And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold And the poppies in the field again remind me Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land And the hungry earth so eager to confine me For read and gold they are the colours One is blood and one is power Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing And the willows by its side still gently weep But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep And the dreams I have are red and gold And the little stream becomes a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood |
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We are a proud land, we stand for freedom
we've got the franchise, on how to lead them we've got the history, and books to prove it give us the mountain, and we will move it we rule the waves, and, the seven seas, we bring the mighty, to thier knees we offer hope, and inspiration a fine example, to lesser nations we are Britania, jewel in the crown we brought a system, to the masses divide a nation, into classes it's in our breeding, and on our faces, at least we're all born, knowing our places we stay within our, social borders we only take what, our class affords us it doesn't matter, that it's not even this is the nature, of the demon we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] we are Britania we crowned an empire we came and conqured we tore thier borders down we need no conscience god is on our side we are Britania jewel in the crown [short bridge] we are your friendly, liberators we'll free you countries, from your dictators for a small slice, of your oil wells we'll send our boys in, with thier bombshells we are a refuge, for the needy always caring, never greedy whatever gesture, could be finer we've given Hong Kong, back to China we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] jewel in the crown jewel in the crown jewel in the crown |
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C'est pas que je te demande De faire que tu n'as jamais fait C'est seulement qui'il fait trop tard Et il fait trop noir pour trouver la porte Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit C'est pas que je te demande De prendre part dans ce jeu C'est seulement je n'ai pas de montre Demande toujours le par contre Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit Tu sais j'aurai t put mal Et aussi mauvaise intentions Si je t'empche des le faire Ce que vraiment tout esprs Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si onn, tu dois rester la nuit La la la .... Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit **This song is Bob Dylan's 'If You Gotta Go, Go Now'. Here's the original: Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm questionin' you. To take part in any quiz. It's just that I ain't got no watch An' you keep askin' me what time it is. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. I am just a poor boy, baby, Lookin' to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon, It'll be too dark for you to find the door. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. |
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We used to say
That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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