The New Album: What it is > CAMILLE'S NOT AFRAID OF THE BARN > UPSWING > INHALER > EYELOVEMUSIC > FIVE WAY FLASHLIGHT > LITTLE SPECKLED EGG > DESPAIR > HAMMER > ROCK ME (TO SLEEP) > BROTHER JUDSON > DARK AND ROLLING EYE > LEAVE YOUR LIGHT ON > SONG OF THE HEADS > BRETHEREN SING Other Song Titles: A - M Other Song Titles: N - Z > Delia > The Dying Californian > Farewell to Old Bedford > The Frozen Girl > George Collins > Granite Mills > Gypsy Davy > Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still > Hush > Imaginary Trouble > Jersey City > Katy Cruel > Knife > Little Margaret > May Blooming Field > Montcalm and Wolfe > Narragansett Bay > Old Virginia > Poor Man's Labor > Pilgrim > Rambling Beauty > Return Again > San Francisco > Seven Long Years > Shallow Brown > Spencer Rifle > Standing Stones > The Sun and the Moon > Sweet William > Three Babes > Three Snake Leaves > Wake Up THE NEW ALBUM: WHAT IT IS ........................................... CAMILLE'S NOT AFRAID OF THE BARN Hey Camille don't beat me up again. Why do I love the way you hold a pellet gun? Hey Camille don't beat me up again. My dreams smell like your dirt bike and wild geraniums. The grapes are darker than your eyes this year. The best are always in your reach. I brought some firecrackers back from Chinatown, And there's a dead shark on the beach. There's a barn that smells like piss and cigarettes- Something locked up tight inside. Tonight we'll squeeze between the fear and the dark And see what this town has to hide. Camille's not afraid of the barn. return to top ........................................... ........................................... UPSWING Get that upswing. Fuck that down thing. Let that starshine Let your heart sing. What's holding you down? Can you hold it together? Drop that down talk. Go for a walk. Get those boots on. Shake that dust off. I counted my blessings and it actually worked. return to top ........................................... ........................................... INHALER Stone fingers. Wrong pillow. Stone brow. Lie down. But nothing To breathe. Long shadows seem longer tonight. Lie down. Fade out To sleep. return to top ........................................... ........................................... EYELOVEMUSIC I love music and I love... There is sadness in every song. Sweet sadness says Too much cool is bad For struggling hearts. Hear the overtones. return to top ........................................... ........................................... FIVE WAY FLASHLIGHT Five way flashlight Five way flashlight tag Like phosphorescence in the waves. I've seen fires From the air Against midnight snow. When you flew over, Could you see The flashlight in my hand? return to top ........................................... ........................................... LITTLE SPECKLED EGG Little speckled egg. Precious little egg. Anna Maria told me something and Then I couldn't sleep. Something about a little speckled egg That left me counting sheep. Anna Maria told me something and Then I couldn't sleep. Something about a little speckled egg And a trench worn nine foot deep. Circle round the little speckled egg. Circle round, circle round. Cautious, wear a trench Til it's on a pedestal nine feet tall. Circle round the little speckled egg. Circle round, circle round The little egg- Precious egg. return to top ........................................... ........................................... DESPAIR Deep in a cold and joyless cell, A doleful gulf of gloomy care where dismal doubts and darkness dwell, A dangerous brink of black despair, Chilled by the icy damps of death I feel no firm support of faith. return to top ........................................... ........................................... HAMMER If I Hammer I would The day The night All over I've got a box about your size. return to top ........................................... ........................................... ROCK ME (TO SLEEP) Rock me to sleep Rock me in the cradle of the deep Always. Rock me to sleep. Rock me in the cradle of the deep Jenny. All I ever want or wished to know That all is clear above and calm below Always. return to top ........................................... ........................................... BROTHER JUDSON Brother Judson's got the horrors again. He stands staring. Will he be all right, Or will this time be the last? They're round my bed, They're in my room. Will I be all right, Or will this time you say "The horrors' come to take you Brother Jud away again. The shadow in his eyes is sure to be the death of him." Will I be all right? return to top ........................................... ........................................... DARK AND ROLLING EYE As I went down into the town To take my night's career, Was there I saw a pretty fair miss. Oh, she had a dark and rolling eye. I went down to the tavern And I walked into the room, Was there I saw this pretty fair miss. Oh, she had a dark and a rolling eye. She said "my father is a preacher, And a very fine old man. My mother is a Methodist, And I fuck all I can." I teased her and persuaded her For us in the bed to lie. She says "I'm a young girl, And I'd much rather die." I teased her and persuaded her. I asked for her consent. I slipped ten dollars in her hand, And off to bed we went. I rolled her and I tumbled her, Til I got my heart's desire, But just nine mornings from that time My root was all on fire. She was a fair and a pretty miss With a dark and a rolling eye. I wish I'd not persuaded her For us in the bed to lie. return to top ........................................... ........................................... LEAVE YOUR LIGHT ON Leave your light on tonight. I'll find a way through the cold shadows. Leave your light on tonight. I'll scratch around your windows. I can't find the ring Or the finger that went through. Through kerosene, through the clay I smell you. Leave your light on tonight. I'll wipe the clay from my eyes. Leave your light on tonight. I have a home in your eyes. return to top ........................................... ........................................... SONG OF THE HEADS You wrong heads and strong heads and you heads large and small, And you heads that aspire to be heads over all, Do you shout the cause of answers full of confidence and pride, And then never stop to wonder what the questions had inside? So certain of the headlines that you never read the page, Is your hand so full of peanuts you can't get it through the cage? Did you shout the name of freedom when you stabbed her in the back, And then keep one day in seven just to call the kettle black? What goes around comes around. See common sense and history drawing fences in the air. Hear a faith in all that's normal shout "those boundaries are there." When convention said "believe me" force of habit showed you how, And violence is the safest thing on television now. When reason is treason then what plea can be plead, To enable the pleader to hold on to his head? On the face of fear and hatred paint an image of concern. When it's your turn for cremation there'll be nothing left to burn. What goes around comes around, and around, and around. return to top ........................................... ........................................... BRETHEREN SING Enlisted in the cause of sin, Why should a good be evil? Music alas too long has been Pressed to obey the devil. Come let us try if Jesus' love Will not as well inspire us. This is the theme of those above, This upon earth shall fire us. Heaven already is begun Opened in each believer. Only believe and still sing on, Heaven is ours forever. return to top ........................................... OTHER SONGS: ........................................... Delia Delia cursed Tony on a Saturday night Cursed him such a wicked curse He swore he'd take her life Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone The first time he shot her, he shot her in the side the second time he shot her, she lay down her head and died They called for a doctor and he came dressed in black He's done everything that a doctor could but he couldn't bring Delia back Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone Monday he was arrested and on Tuesday he was tried The jury found him guilty and the judge said ninety-nine Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone 99 years in prison, judge that ain't no time I got a brother in New Orleans with nine hundred ninety-nine Now Tony he's in the jailhouse drinking out a silver cup And Delia's in the graveyard trying her best to get up Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone Jailer, Oh Jailer how can I sleep ? when all around my bed side my dear darling Delia creeps Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone return to top ........................................... ........................................... Dying Californian, The Lay up nearer, brother nearer for my limbs are growing cold and thy presence seemeth nearer when thine arms around me fold I am dying brother, dying soon you'll miss me in your berth for my form will soon be lying Œneath the ocean's briny surf I am going brother, going but my hope in God is strong I am willing brother, knowing that I doeth nothing wrong Hark I hear the saviour speaking ´Tis, I know his voice so well when I'm gone, oh don't be weeping brother hear my last farewell return to top ........................................... ........................................... Farewell to old Bedford Farewell to old Bedford I'm bound for to leave you likewise those pretty girls I never more shall see my portion is small but I truly confess it what little I have is all my own Well, might I have enjoyed it all in pleasure If my cruel parents hadn't left me alone I'll drown away sorrow in a full flowing bumper I'll drown her away in a bottle of wine Eight drams a bottle is and I I don't care for falling Now never let trouble come into your mind I'll drown her away in a full flowing bumper I will drown her away in a bottle of wine Eight drams a bottle is and I don't care for folly I play on my fiddle and dance away time my fingers are frozen my bow it needs rosin my sound post is down and my bridge it won't stand. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Frozen Girl, The Young Charlotte lived by the mountain side in a wild and a lonely spot not a dwelling house for five miles around except her father's cot on many pleasant winters night young folks would gather there her father kept a social house and she was young and fair her father liked to see her dressed as fine as a city belle for she was the only child that he had and he loved his daughter well it was New Year's Eve the sun was low joy beamed in her bright blue eyes as to the window she would go and watch the sleighs pass by it was New Year's Eve the sun was low joy beamed in her bright blue eyes she watched until her true love's sleigh came swiftly riding by in a village fifteen miles away there's a merry ball tonight the piercing air was cold as death but her heart was warm and dry oh daughter dear her mother said this blanket around you fold it's a dreadful night to go abroad and you'll catch your deathly cold oh no oh no the daughter said and she laughed like a gypsy queen to ride in a sleigh all bundled up I never shall be seen my silken coat it is quite warm it's lined throughout you know besides I have a silken scarf which around my neck I'll throw her cloak and bonnet soon were on they stepped in to the sleigh and around the mountain side they went for many miles away there's life in the sound of the merry bells as over the hills they go what a creaking sound the runners make as they bite the frozen snow with muffled faces silently over five long miles they pass when Charlie with these frozen words the silence broke at last such a night as this I never knew these lines I scarce can hold and Charlotte said in a very feeble voice I'm growing very cold he cracked his whip, he urged his steed much faster than before saying it's ten long dreadful miles to go and it's o'er ice and snow how fast said Charles the frosty ice keeps gathering on her brow and Charlotte said in a very feeble voice I'm growing warmer now and on they ride through the frosty air and the glittering cold starlight until at last the village inn and the ballroom are in sight he drove up to the ballroom door stepped out and reached his hand he asked her once, he asked her twice he asked her three times o'er why sit you there like a monument within is power to stir he called her by her name again but she said not a word He took her hand in his oh God it was cold and hard as stone he tore the mantle from her brow and there the cold stars shone and then in to the lighted hall her lifeless form he bore Charlotte was a frozen corpse and words spoke never more Young Charles knelt down all by her side the bitter tears did flow my own, my true intended bride I never more shall know he twined his arms around her neck the bitter tears did flow and his thoughts turned back to the place where she said I'm growing warmer now return to top ........................................... ........................................... George Collins George Collins rode home on a cold winter's night George Collins rode home so fine George Collins rode home on a cold winter's night He took on sick and died Oh, Mary was standing in yonders town Sewing her silks so fine But when she heard of George being dead She's laid her silks aside She followed him up and she followed him down She followed him to his grave There down on a bended knee she fell She screamed, she cried and prayed Oh daughter, Oh daughter what makes you weep so There's more young men then George Oh mother, Oh mother George has got my heart And now he's dead and gone Put down the coffin, pull back the lid Lay back the linen so fine That I may kiss these cold corpse lips I'm sure they'll never kiss mine Oh don't you see that lonesome dove That sails from pine to pine He's mourning for the loss of his own true love Just like I'll mourn for mine. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Granite Mills In this vain world of trouble, many accidents occur. I'm going to sing about one, as sad as you ever heard. It was in Fall River city. They were all burned up and killed, imprisoned in the factory known as the Granite Mills. Now it was my opinion, and it's my opinion still: they might all have been saved, had the truth been told, from the flames of the burning mills. The first scene was a cruel one, the girl so young in years: she was standing at the window and her eyes were bathed in tears. She was standing at the window as she called her mothers name. "Oh mother, mother, save me!", and she fell back in the flames. The next scene was a hard one, as she passed before my eyes: she was leaping out a window, down from the roof so high. With a crack, she fell down on the ground. She was bruised and burned and killed. Three hundred people lost their lives in the flames of the burning mill. One poor girl tried to escape by sliding down a rope, but when she got but halfway down, the burning strands, they broke. I hope her soul has gone to rest in a place that's dearer still: above, above, in heaven above, far away from the burning mill. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Gypsy Davy The gypsy king come over the hill defying storm and danger it seemed to be my lot to fall in love with the darkeyed stranger I gave to him of the good wheat bread and he gave to me the ginger I gave to him a better thing all the gold from off my fingers He has asked me to be his wife to be his honored lady has asked me to leave my home and kin and follow the Gypsy Davy They tell me to marry beneath my rank is nothing short of danger but title and gold cannot compare with my love for the dark-eyed stranger So she's taken off her high-heeled shoes all made of the Spanish leather she's gone down in her low-heeled shoes and they rode off together They rode high and they rode low they rode so late and early They rode till they come to the dark blue sea and oh but she was weary Last night I slept in a down-feather bed an honored and titled lady but tonight I'll sleep in the green, green fields in the arms of my Gypsy Davy And when the lord come home in the night inquiring for his lady the servants made him this reply She's gone with the Gypsy Davy Go saddle to me my little yellow mare the gray one's not so speedy I rode all day and I rode all night so that I'll overtake my lady Oh he rode till he come to the dark blue sea it looked so dark and dreary there he spied his own true bride by the side of the Gypsy Davy Oh will you come home, my dear, my love will you come home my darling I'll keep you safe in a close, close room where no man will ever come near you No I won't come home, my dear, my love I'll not come home my darling if I brew good beer I'll drink the same and you'll no more come near me So she's taken off her long blue gloves all made of Spanish leather she waved farewell with her little white hands she waved farewell forever Saying I do not envy our honored queen or any titled lady I'd rather be a gypsy queen the bride of my black-eyed Davy return to top ........................................... ........................................... Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still It's been a year since we last met We may never meet again I have struggled to forget But the struggle was in vain For her voice lives on the breeze And her spirit comes at will In the midnight on the seas Her bright smile haunts me still In the midnight on the seas Her bright smile haunts me still I have sailed a falling sky And I've charted hazard's paths I have seen the storm arise Like a giant in his wrath Every danger I have known That a reckless life can fill Though her presence is now flown Her bright smile haunts me still Though her presence is now flown Her bright smile haunts me still When I close my aching eyes Sweet dreams my memory fill And from sleep when I arise Her bright smile haunts me still return to top ........................................... ........................................... Hush Something's tapping, at the garden gate Tapping, coming here so late Every night I wonder late What's tapping there at the garden gate What's that tapping at the garden gate now? Hush the sun is down and it's too late Your so clever, think that I don't know What you're afraid of, you blush and falter so What would you look for under the chair When the tapping doesn't come from there What's that tapping at the garden gate now? Hush the sun is down and it's too late So hush now, sleep now, hush now, sleep now Something's tapping at the garden gate Uninvited, coming here so late You dropped the sugar spoon Right where it lies Bless the girl where are your eyes? If I was able to move from my chair I'd go and find out who is there What's that tapping at the garden gate now? Hush the sun is down and it's too late return to top ........................................... ........................................... Imaginary Trouble One night said Kate to John, "I've had a troubled fancy. I heard the waters roar, and I thought upon our Nancy. If Tom and Nan should wed, and such a thing there may be, their marriage might bring forth a prattling little baby. When that dear babe could walk and just begin to waddle, perhaps he might come here and in the water paddle. I know he will be drowned: I hear the waters calling. Oh, pretty sweet baby!" And they both began a bawling. No doubt but it was fate that brought these lovers walking to where old John and Kate were asighing and atalking. They all sat on the green while Kate told them her fancy. How they did weep and wail, this Tom, old man and Nancy. They all went crying home, Tom, old man, wife and daughter. Each night the ghost does come and it cries upon the water. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Jersey City In Jersey City where I live now A butcher boy I loved so well He courted me my life away And then with me he would not stay There is a house in another town Where my love goes and hangs around He takes strange girls all on his knee And tells them that he doesn't love me Go dig my grave both wide and deep Put a marble stone at my head and feet And on my heart a turtle dove To show the world I died for love Oh mother dear how can you know The pain and sorrow I have known Go get me a chair to sit upon A pen and ink, I'll write it down The end of each line she dropped a tear For bringing back my Willy dear Her father came home and looking 'round Said he, "where can my daughter be found?" return to top ........................................... ........................................... Katy Cruel When first I came to town they called me the roving jewel but now they've changed their tune and call me Katy Cruel Oh diddle all the day, o de little o li o day Oh that I was where I would be then should I be where I am not here I am where I must be where I would be I cannot When first I came to town they brought me the bottles plenty now they've changed their tune and bring me the bottles empty I know who I love and I know who does love me I know where I'll go and I know who'll go with me Through the woods I'll go and through the boggy mire straightway down the road til I come to my heart's desire return to top ........................................... ........................................... Knife I was out one night acrawling and acreeping. I spied a fair maiden asnoring and asleeping. Just lay your leg over me, do. Says I, "My pretty monarch, I'll come to bed to you." She snored, and replied, "Just come to bed to me, and lay your leg over me do." "Your drawers are so tight that I can not undo them." She snored, and replied, "Then take a knife to them. Just lay your leg over me, do." "I haven't owned a knife since I can remember." She snored, and replied, "There's a knife in the window. Just lay your leg over me, do." The knife was got down and the drawers was cut under, and then they went at it like alightning and athunder and alay your leg over me, do. In about nine months, this maid fell aweeping, and then she remembered the snoring and the creeping and the "Lay your leg over me, do." The babe it was born. It was an awful wonder that it wasn't killed by the lightning and the thunder and the "Lay your leg over me, do." return to top ........................................... ........................................... Little Margaret little Margaret was sitting in her high halled door combing her long yellow hair she saw sweet william and his new made bride riding from the church so near now she's thrown down her ivory comb she's thrown back her long yellow hair she said I'll go down and bid him farewell and never more go there it was so lately in the night as they lay fast asleep little margaret appeared all dressed in white standing at their bed feet saying "how do you like your pillow," says she "how do you like your sheets and how do you like that fair young lady lying in your arms asleep?" "well do i like my pillow," says he "well do i like my sheets but better do i like that fair young lady standing at my bedfeet" and as once he kissed her lily white hands twice he kissed her cheeks three times he kissed her cold corpse lips and fell in her arms asleep is little margaret in her room or is she in the hall no, little margaret's in her cold black coffin with her face to the wall. return to top ........................................... ........................................... May Blooming Field A wager, a wager and I'll go with you away to the may blooming fields a maiden I will go to the bloomfield hill and a maiden I will return A wager a wager and you'll go with me away to the may blooming fields a maiden you will go to the bloomfield hill but a maiden you never will return Away went this young man, his wager for to win away to the may blooming fields He sat himself down by the clear flowing stream and fell fast asleep on the banks Nine times she walked Œround the crown of his head and nine times she walked Œround his feet Nine times she kissed his red ruby lips as he lay on the bank fast asleep The ring that she wore on her little finger the same did she place on his own that it might be a token of her love unto him that she had been there and was gone If I'd been awake as I was asleep this maiden she never would have fled It's her I would have killed, her blood I would have spilled and the birds told the story of the dead Oh hard-hearted young man, hard-hearted youth Your heart's as hard as any stone For to think to kill one who has loved you so long and I'll weep o'er the grave you lie in. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Montcalm and Wolfe Sad news is come to town. Sad news is carried. Some say my love is dead. Some say he's married. As I was pondering on this, I took to weeping. They stole my love away while I was sleeping. "Love, here's a ring of gold. Long years I've kept it. And it was all for your sake. Will you accept it? When you the posy read, pray think on the giver, and then remember me, for I'm undone forever. Then away went this bold Wolfe and embarked all on the ocean. To free America was his intention. He landed in Quebec with all his party, the city to attack, being brave and hearty. He drew his army up in lines so pretty on the Plains of Abraham, back of the city, at a distance from the town, where the French would meet him, in double numbers, who resolved to beat him. Montcalm and this brave Wolfe, together, walked. Between to armies, they, like brothers talked, til each one took his post, and did retire. It was then these numerous hosts commenced their fire. Now, little did he think death was so near him. No, little did he think death was so near him, when shot down from his horse. Was this our hero? We'll long lament his loss in tears of sorrow. He raised up his head, where the cannon do rattle, and to his aide he said, "How goes the battle?" His aide-de-camp replied, "It's ending in our favor." Then said this bold Wolfe, "I quit this earth, with pleasure." return to top ........................................... ........................................... Narragansett Bay I had a dear companion she's not with me now the lillies of the valley are weeping o'er her brow and I'm sad and lonely and I'm weeping all the day for my lovely laughing little Nell of Narragansett Bay Oh toll, toll the bell all at the early dawn of day for lovely little Nell so quickly passed away laugh and toll so merrily to see the waves go by for gaily blew the morning breeze all on the day she died One day from me she wandered and soon was in the boat the cord was quickly loosened and on the tide afloat and it's years since we last parted but here I weep today for my lovely laughing little Nell of Narragansett Bay Next day her form was useless washed up on the beach I stood and gazed upon her betrayed by sense and speech and it's years since we last parted but here I weep today for my lovely laughing little Nell of Narragansett Bay I had a dear companion lost upon the swell and the tears I've shed since she's been dead might've drowned her just as well for Nell was only six years old all on that awful day when she was drowned straight off the sound by Narragansett Bay return to top ........................................... ........................................... Old Virginia Once I lived in Old Virginia North Carolina was my home there I courted a handsome lady I called her my own Her hair was yellow, her eyes were sparkling on her cheeks was a diamond red and on her breast she wore a white lily oh, the tears that I have shed My father said that I must not marry mother said that'll never do but oh kind miss if you are willing I will run away with you oh must I go to Old Virginia or for your sake must I die Oh must I go sad broken hearted oh, darling say don't cry Oh when I'm awake I'm a-dreaming about you when I'm asleep I'll take no rest for every moment seems like an hour Oh, what a pain lies in my breast when the golden sun is a-shining on the top of Calvary It's sometimes love when you are thinking you must oft times think of me return to top ........................................... ........................................... Poor Man's Labor when I was a young man I was a rover nothing would satisfy me but a wife soon as I reached the age of 20 weary was I of a single life. the very first year that I was married out of her company I could not stay her voice was sweet as the lark or the linnet or a nightingale at the break of day Now she's fairly old and demeaning Now she's fairly changed her tune nothing but scolding comes from her mouth and the poor man's labor is never done the very first year that we were married scarce could I get one half hour's sleep with her two heels she rubbed my shins says husband dear put down your feet the baby cried she bitterly scolded down for the door I was forced to run without trousers a wig or a waistcoat the poor man's labor's never done I went up to the top of the hill for to view my sheep that had all gone astray when I came back she was lying in the bed at 12 o'clock on a winter's day when I came back all wet and weary weary and wet now where could I run she was lying in the bed the fire on beside her she said young man put the kettle on l'll go o'er to my aged mother she'll be sitting all alone She says there's plenty of young women to be had now why should I be tied to one oh young man what it is to marry though they'll grief you evermore death oh death come take my wife and then my trouble will be o'er return to top ........................................... ........................................... Pilgrim On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye, to Canaan's fair and happy land where my possessions lie. Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene that rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, and rivers of delight. There generous fruits, that never fail, on trees immortal, grow. There rocks and hills and brooks and vales with milk and honey flow. O'er all those wide extended plains shines one eternal day. There God, the sun, forever reigns, and scatters night away. No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, can reach that healthful shore. Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, are felt and feared no more. When shall I reach that happy place, and be forever blessed? When shall I see my Father's face, and in his bosom rest? Filled with delight, my raptured soul can here no longer stay. Though Jordan's waves around me roll, fearless, I launch away. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Rambling Beauty Once on a time with a boyish fancy When life was fair and I was young I loved a girl whose name was Nancy I loved her more than a common one My love she scorned for the sake of another Who's manly form and winning smile Seemed sure that he'd win her over and mostly did her time beguile Full many a day I pined in sorrow To see my Nancy won so gay They were to wed on the coming morrow Oh must I see their wedding day How could there be a trial harder It's nearing now the month of May Her husband don't in the least regard her He took to gambling night and day All you girls and boys take warning When life is young and fair as May Many a bright sunshiney morning Turns out a dark and a gloomy day return to top ........................................... ........................................... Return Again (shapes) Saviour, visit thy plantation. Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain. All will come to desolation unless Thou return again. Keep no longer at a distance. Shine upon us from on high, lest for want of Thy assistance, every plant should droop and die. Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us! All our help must come from Thee. Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us! All our help must come from Thee. return to top ........................................... ........................................... San Francisco words by Tom King If you're going to San Francisco Please say hello to a girl I know Six days a week Pouring cups of coffee in a diner by the sea Tell her for me all her friends are married staying in love got that easy And tell her for me I'm saving all my pennies in a barrel by the basement stairwell And someday we'll see when all the bails are paid for we'll roll the barrel down to the airport and buy her a ticket back home return to top ........................................... ........................................... Seven Long Years I have a loving old father at home I've cost him many a tear and to make lament to him I'll travel ten thousand years I'll ramble and I'll rove and I'll call for my bowl they may all say what they will resolved as I am for as long as I live for to be a rover still I have a loving old mother at home I've cost her many a tear and to make lament to her I'll travel ten thousand years I have a loving young sister at home She gave me kind advice said for me to stay at home and marry a loving young wife For six long years I've been bound to my trade In one more I'll be free I don't care for a house or land and no one cares for me return to top ........................................... ........................................... Shallow Brown We'll I'm bound for St. George's Shallow, Oh Shallow Brown Bound away for to leave you Oh Shallow, Shallow Brown Julianna I truly love you But my master's gonna sell me For that great big Yankee dollar Well I've signed on as a sailor Signed on board a Yankee whaler And my packet leaves tomorrow and my heart is full of sorrow Julianna I truly love you return to top ........................................... ........................................... Spencer Rifle When Johnny came to my house, I swore he'd come to see me. Soon I'd found the rascal out, he'd only come to squeeze me. He grabbed me round the slender waist, and on the bed he throwed me. The prettiest thing I ever saw, he pulled it out and showed me. He said it was his little gun. He asked how it would suit me. He shoved it down between my thighs and swore by God he'd shoot me. Well, I said, "John, your gun's no good, or your no good at gunning. If you can't hit a lying mark, then what'd you do arunning." Well, "Gee," said John, "my gun's alright. I got it from Old Spencer. Now you lie still, and hold the mark, and I'll sure knock it center." Well, Katie laid still, and held the mark. For him, it was no trifle for to soon show her what he could do with his old Spencer rifle. Katie was a fair and a charming maid. She wasn't barely twenty. By the time he'd fired seven rounds, well, he'd had pork aplenty. Her mother finally found them out. Good order she commanded. John cocked up with a double load, and he shot at her off-handed. return to top ........................................... ........................................... Standing Stones On one of these lone Orkney Isles there dwelled a maiden fair her cheeks were red and her eyes were blue she had lovely curling hair which caught the eye and then the heart of one never could be the lover of so true a maid or fair a form as she across that lake in Sandwick dwelled the youth she held most true and ever since her infancy he'd watched those eyes so blue the land runs out into the sea it's a narrow neck of land where weird and grim the standing stones in a circle there they stand one bonny moonlight Christmas Eve they met in that sad place with their hearts in glee and the beams of love were shining on her face they walked toward the lover's stone and through it passed their hands they plighted there a constant troth sealed by love's steadfast bands this maiden turned and he then watched her that lonely bridge go o'er and little did he think he wouldn't see his darling more but then a form upon him sprang with a dagger gleaming bright it pierced his heart and his dying cries they disturbed that silent night the murderer was the one who wished that maiden's heart to gain and when he saw that it could not be he swore that he'd give her pain this maid had nearly reached her home when she was startled by a cry she turned to look around her and her love was standing by his hand was pointing to the stars and his eyes gazed at the light and with a smiling countenance he vanished from her sight around she turned and home she ran not a word of this was said for well she knew at seeing his form her faithful love was dead and from that day she's pined away not a smile seen on her face and with outstretched arms she went to meet him all in some brighter place return to top ........................................... ........................................... Sun and the Moon, The How come that blood all over your shirt my son, come tell unto me it is the blood of my gallant gray hawk who flies across the fields I got a grey hawk's blood was never so red my son, come tell unto me It is the blood of my gallant grey hound who hunts the woods with me I got a grey hound's blood was never so red my son, come tell unto me It is the blood of my gallant gray mare I used to ride so gay I got a gray mare's blood was never so red my son, come tell unto me It is the blood of my brother who lately I have slain what did you and him fall out about my son come tell unto me about cutting down yon hazelnut tree what caused it for to be what you gonna do when your daddy finds out my son, come tell unto me I'll set my foot in yonder ship and I'll sail across the sea what you gonna do with your pretty little wife my son, come tell unto me She'll set her foot in yonder ship and she'll sail along with me what you gonna do with your children three my son, come tell unto me I'll leave them here along with you to bear you company I'll leave them here along with you to bear you company and when you coming home my son, come tell unto me when the sun and the moon sets in the north hills and that will never be return to top ........................................... ........................................... Sweet William Sweet William rode out to the old man's cave And boldly he did say your youngest daughter she must stay at home but your eldest I'll take away Come in come in all seven of my sons and guard your sister round for it'll never be said that the Stewart's son has taken my daughter out of town Oh no kind sir and it's very kind but I'm none of the Stewart's sons My father was a reginer's team my mother was a quaker's queen So he got on his milk white steed And she on a dapple grey He swung his bugle horn around his neck and they went riding 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 trippling over the plain Lie down lie down Fair Ellen cried he And hold my steed by the reigns till I fight with your father and the seven of your brothers come trippling over the plain so she got down and she stood right still not a word did she return till she saw her father and the seven of her brothers a-rolling 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 father I can have no more So he got on his milk white steed And she on a dapple grey He swung his bugle horn around his neck and they went riding away Soon they rode up to his mother's gate and tingling at the ring oh mother oh mother asleep or awake arise 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 for me you will bind it no more now about two hours before it was day all the fowls began to crow Sweet William died of the wounds he received Fair Ellen died from sorrow return to top ........................................... ........................................... Three Babes There was a lady, and a lady gay. Of children, she had three. She sent them away to the north country for to learn their grammary. They had not been there very long, but only six weeks and a day, when death, cold death, come hastening along, and stole those babes away. She had a dream when the nights are long. when the nights are long and cold. She thought she saw her three little babes come walking to their home. She set them a table, both long and wide, and on it she put bread and wine. "Come and eat, come and eat, my three little babes. Come and eat, come drink of mine." "We want none of your bread, mother, and neither do we want your wine, for yonder stands our Saviour dear, to call us to his arms. Cold clay lies above our head, mother. The green grass grows above our feet, and every tear that you shed for us, it wets our winding sheet." return to top ........................................... ........................................... Three Snake Leaves It was agreed that when she died would he be buried with her With a candle and a jug of wine to keep the snakes from feeding on her The first to come he cut in three to keep his promise to her The second came with three snake leaves and bound the first together Three snake leaves to bind four wounds and change your tears for laughter One for sorrow, two for mirth and three for ever after He placed a leaf on her grey lips and one on each cold eye in hope that as the snake was bound his love would cease to die and oh the joy when she awoke, until a change came on her when "I'll be ever with you" came to "forever's come and gone now" return to top ........................................... ........................................... Wake Up Wake up, wake up, you drowsy sleeper. Wake up, wake up, for it's almost day. How can you lie, and sleep, and slumber when your true love is going away? Oh, who's that knocking at my window? Oh, who is it, pray tell to me? It's me, it's me, your own true lover. Awake, arise, and go with me. Oh, go love, go, and ask your father if that this night you could be my bride. If he says no, return and tell me. Be the last time that I bother thee. Oh, I can't go and ask my father, for he is on his bed of rest, and by his side there lies a weapon for to kill the one that I love best. So I will go to some wide river. I'll spend my days, my months and years, eat any thing but the long green willow, drink salt all from my flowing tears. return to top ........................................... --------------------------------------------- Questions? Drop us a line! band@cordeliasdad.com ---------------------------------------------