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1. |
| 2:56 | ||||
2. |
| 2:32 | ||||
(traditional)
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger, She says that I can't be your bride. All men are false, says my mother, They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies. The very next evening, they'll court another, Leave you alone to pine and sigh. My daddy is a handsome devil He's got a chain five miles long, And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged. Go court another tender maiden, And hope that she will be your wife, For I've been warned, and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life. |
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3. |
| 3:44 | ||||
I was born in East Virginia,
North Caroline I did roam, There I met a fair pretty maiden, Her name and age I do not Know. Her air it was of a brightsome color, And her lips of a ruby red, On her breast she wore withe lilies, There I longed to lay my head. Well, in my heart you are my darlin', At my door you're welcome in, At my gate I'll meet you my darlin', If your love I could only win. I'd rather be in some dark holler, Where the sun refuse to shine, Than to see you be another man's darlin', And to know that you'll never be mine. Well in the night I'm dreamin' about you, In the day I find no rest, Just the thought of you my darlin', Sends aching pain all through my breast. Well when I'm dead and in my coffin, With my feet turned toward the sun, Come and sit beside me darlin', Come and think on the way you done. |
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4. |
| 3:22 | ||||
5. |
| 4:41 | ||||
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over The river of Jordan is chilly and cold It chills the body but it warms the soul, All my trials, Lord soon be over I've got a little book with pages three, And every page spells liberty, All my trials Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over If living were a thing that money could buy, You know the rich would live and the poor would die, All my trials Lord, soon be over There grows a tree in Paradise, The Christians call it the tree of life, All my trials Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over |
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6. |
| 2:37 | ||||
Wildwood flower (traditional)
I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair The meadow so bright with it's emerald hue And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway I woke from my dream and all idols was clay And all portions of love then had all flown away He told me to love him and promised to love And cherish me over all others above My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell He left me no warning, no words of farewell He told me to love him and called me his flower That was blooming to cheer him through life's weary hour How I long to see him and regret the dark hour He's gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower. |
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7. |
| 3:13 | ||||
On a wagon bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye. High above him there's a swallow, winging swiftly through the sky. Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. "Stop complaining!" said the farmer, "Who told you a calf to be ? Why don't you have wings to fly with, like the swallow so proud and free?" Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly. Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. |
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8. |
| 3:53 | ||||
Fair young maid all in a garden
Stange young man, passerby He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?" This then, sir, was her reply: Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails all on the sea. He's been gone for seven years Still no man shall marry me What if he's in some battle slain Or drownded (sic) in the deep salt sea What if he's found another love And he and his love both married be? Well, if he's in some battle slain I will go and mourn all on his grave And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea I'll be true to his memory And if he's found another love And he and his love both married be I'll wish them health and happiness Where they dwell across the sea He picked her up all in his arms Kisses gave her: One, two, three Said, Here am I, my own true love I am your long-lost John Riley! |
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9. |
| 1:59 | ||||
I'm a Rake And a Ramblin' Boy
CHORUS: Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy. There's many a city I did enjoy, And now I've married me a pretty little wife and I love her dearer than I love my life. Oh, she was pretty, both neat and gay caused me to rob the broad highway Oh, yes, I robbed it, I do declare. And I got myself ten thousand bail. Chorus Oh when I die don't bury me at all place my bones in alcohol and at my feet place a snow white dove to let the world know I died for love. Well I'm a rake and a ramblin' boy. There's many a city I did enjoy, And now I've married me a pretty little wife and I love her dearer than I love my life. and I love her dearer than I love my life. |
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10. |
| 3:31 | ||||
Little Moses
Away by the waters so blue The ladies were winding their way While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water To bathe in the cool of the day Before it was dark she opened the ark And found the sweet babe that was there And away by the waters so blue The infant was lonely and sad She took him in pity and thought him so pretty And it made little Moses so glad She called him her own, her beautiful son And she sent for a nurse who was near And away by the waters so blue They carried that beautiful child To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers Little Moses looked happy and smiled His mother so good did all that she could To raise him and teach him with care And away by the sea that was red Little Moses the servant of God While in him confided, the sea was divided As upwards he lifted his rod And the Jews safely crossed while Pharaoh's host Was drownded in the waters and lost And away on a mountain so high The last that he ever did see With Israel victorious, his hopes were most glorious That soon all the Jordan be free When his spirit did cease, he departed in peace And rested in the Heavens above |
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11. |
| 5:57 | ||||
Mary Hamilton
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe To the highest Stuart of all Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton Arise and tell to me What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee I put him in a tiny boat And cast him out to sea That he might sink or he might swim But he'd never come back to me Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton Arise and come with me There is a wedding in Glasgow town This night we'll go and see She put not on her robes of black Nor her robes of brown But she put on her robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried Alack and alas for thee You need not weep for me she cried You need not week for me For had I not slain my own wee babe This death I would not dee Oh little did my mother think When first she cradled me The lands I was to travel in And the death I was to dee Last night I washed the Queen's feet And put the gold in her hair And the only reward I find for this The gallows to be my share Cast off cast off my gown she cried But let my petticoat be And tie a napkin round my face The gallows I would not see Then by them come the king himself Looked up with a pitiful eye Come down come down Mary Hamillton Tonight you will dine with me Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege And let your folly be For if you'd a mind to save my life You'd never have shamed me here Last night there were four marys tonight there'll be but three T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton And Mary Carmichael and me. |
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12. |
| 4:15 | ||||
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three, And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go, And turn robber all on the salt sea. The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin, The youngest of all the three; That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, Salt sea, salt sea. For to maintain his two brothers and he. He had not been sailing but a long winter's night And a part of a short winter's day, Before he espied a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship, Come abibing down on him straight way. Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin, What makes you sail so nigh? I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town, London Town, London Town Would you please for to let me pass by? Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin, That thing it never could be, For I am turned robber all on the salt sea Salt sea, salt sea. For to maintain my two brothers and me. Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizz'n And bring your ship under my lee, Or I will give you a full canon ball, canon ball, canon ball, And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea. Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail, Nor bring our ship under your lee, And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods, merchant goods, merchant goods Nor point our bold guns to the sea. Then broadside and broadside and at it they went For fully two hours or three, Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot, the deathshot, the deathshot, And straight to the bottom went she. Bad news, bad news, to old England came, Bad news to fair London Town, There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, cast away, And all of her merry men drown'd. |
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13. |
| 2:50 | ||||
El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar
esta encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar porque mato a su mujer y a un amigo desleal Dice asi al confesar los mate si senor y si vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal iba en la noche del pueble muy contento en su jacal pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival ardio en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar al sonar el clarin se formo el peloton iban al paredon solo alcanzo a decir: Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay |
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14. |
| 1:46 | ||||
15. |
| 3:46 | ||||