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’ll sing you a song and a merry song,
Concerning Yorkshire Jen,
Who never yet ran with horse or mare,
But ran just now and then.
When she came to Newmarket town,
The sportsmen viewed her round,
All the cries were “alas poor wench,
she’ll never run this ground.”
Chorus
Cos’ she was ordinary, hasn’t got any,
Hasn’t got anyone.
When she came to the starting post,
The mare looked very smart,
And let them all say what they will,
She never lost her start.
When they came to the two-mile post,
Poor Jen was cast behind,
How they laughed and how they jeered,
But Jen she did not mind.
Chorus
When they came to the three-mile post,
The mare looked very pale,
She laid her ears on her bonnie neck,
And past all of them did sail.
“Come follow me, come follow me,
You all will not forget,
None of you will catch me again,
And I’ll make you all to sweat.”
Chorus
When she came to the winning post,
The whole crowd gave a cheer,
Showered with love from the jockey lad,
She jumped like any deer.
The jockey said “this race you’ve run,
This race for me you’ve got,
You could gallop it all again,
When the rest could hardly trot.”
Chorus
She hadn’t got anyone.
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Bogey's Bonnie Belle
04:24
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At Whitsun fair in Huntley town one evening for to see,
I met with Bogey O’ Cairnie and with himI did agree.
To drive his two best horses, for horses I know how,
Oh to drive his two best horses, likewise his cart or plough.
Oh Bogey had a daughter, her name was Isabelle,
She’s the lily of the valley and the primrose of the dell.
When she went out walking, she took me for a guide,
Down by the banks of Cairnie to watch the small fish glide.
Now three long months had passed and gone, and Belle she lost her bloom,
And the roses fell from off her cheeks and she began to swoon.
When nine months had passed and gone, she bore to me a son,
Oh and I was quickly sent for, to see what could be done.
I said that I would marry her, but no that would not do.
“For you’re no match for Isabelle and she’s no match for you”.
Now I’ve left old Huntley town, and all without my fee,
For I couldn’t watch my dear condemned to a life of misery.
Now she’s married to a tinker lad who comes from Huntley town,
Mending pots and pans and paraffin lamps, they scour the country round.
Oh she might have had a better match, of that I cannot tell,
So fare thee well old Huntley town and to Bogey’s bonnie Belle.
Bogey’s bonnie Belle, Bogey’s bonnie Belle.
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Diogenes surly and proud,
He snarled at the tearaway youth,
He delighted in wine, wine that was good,
Because in good wine there was truth.
Chorus
Oh for good wine,
Oh for the pleasure it brings,
If it wasn’t for wine we couldn’t sing,
Of Philosophers, poets and kings.
Democritus’ wine was well stored,
With wine he suffered no wrath,
And when he was drunk, as drunk as a lord,
At those who were sober he’d laugh.
Chorus
Copernicus had wine in his veins,
It made his philosophy reel,
Then fancied the world, just like his brains,
Turned round like a chariot wheel.
Chorus
Aristotle that master of arts,
Had been but a dunce without wine,
For what we ascribe, ascribe to his parts,
Was due to the juice of the vine.
Chorus
Old Plato was reckoned divine,
Who wisely, to kindness was prone,
But had it not been down to good wine,
His merit had never been known.
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In the deepest darkest hour,
Where the strongest soul will cower,
And it feels like it’s so long ‘til morning.
I know you’re weary head needs rest,
And we both know you’ve done your best,
So I’ll hold your hand until the day
comes dawning.
I know the world’s been cruel of late,
And your heart can’t bear the weight,
And it feels like it’s so long ’til morning.
But together we are bound,
So I will keep you safe and sound.
And I’ll hold your hand until the day
comes dawning.
Don’t worry let the night go drifting by,
And tomorrow you can fly.
In the dark night you are lost,
Counting stars to count the cost,
And it feels like it’s so long ’til morning.
So I will catch the moon’s bright beams,
To guide you gently to your dreams,
And I’ll hold your hand until the day
comes dawning.
When there’s stillness all around,
And your heart’s a deafening sound,
And it feels like it’s so long ’til morning.
I will stay with you old friend,
So you can heal and you can mend,
And I’ll hold your hand until the day
comes dawning.
Don’t worry let the night go drifting by,
And tomorrow you will fly.
Now it’s time to make your peace,
Into the night your fears release,
And it feels like it’s so long ’til morning.
So we will claim the night for ours,
And we won’t see the dark for stars....
And I’ll hold your hand until the day
comes dawning.
Don’t worry let the night go drifting by,
And tomorrow you will fly.
And tomorrow you will fly.
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Crazy Man Michael
04:57
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6. |
Don't Go Away
04:13
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The squire and the parson fine set out one day so fair,
To Noblethorpe they made their way, such a proud and dignified pair,
The squire to the parson “we must return while light,
Upon this road there has been seen a highway man of the night.”
The coach arrived then at the hall that stood so large and grand,
Thirsty from the journey there strong wine they did demand,
So wine they had and more besides, ’til laughter did resound,
They didn’t see the daylight fade as darkness crept around.
Homeward bound the pair set out, less proud, less dignified,
Bawdy songs could be heard from the coach inside,
Then came the order from within “Good coachman halt right here,
For we have spied the highwayman there in the dark so near.”
The courage they drank came to the fore and each declared they’d fight,
From both doors of the coach they flew and leapt into the night,
Round the back they found the fiend with flailing fists they led,
Tired and bleeding he gave up, into the night he fled.
The coachman watched in disbelief the comical scene play out,
As the squire and the parson they knocked each other about,
The two of them there in the dark, coats torn and eyes all black,
Climbed up into the coach again both proud of their attack.
Next morning down with the servants were squeals full of delight,
The coachman stood recounting the scene he saw last night,
At lunch the pair they boasted of the knocks that fiend he took,
The butler swallowed his laughter and slyly winked at the cook.
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The Wanderer
03:38
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I’m feeling tired so it must be late,
The fire has burned, gone from the grate,
Gone is my love, my dear soul mate,
So I’ll walk the wide world over.
The sun has come and no return,
So I will follow and the truth I’ll learn,
Letters of love in my pocket burn,
So I’ll walk the wide world over.
I’ll walk the wide world over,
I’ll walk the wide world over.
My thoughts are tired, but my feet still young,
There are words unsaid and dreams unsung,
My hands and heart are tightly wrung,
So I’ll walk the wide world over.
With gentle steps and darkening skies,
They lead me here to this stone of lies,
I’m sure you’ll come with the new sunrise,
So I’ll walk the wide world over.
I’ll walk the wide world over,
I’ll walk the wide world over.
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Farmer's Toast
04:23
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Come all jolly fellows who delight in being mellow,
Attend unto me, don’t be lazy,
For a pint when it’s quiet, come all let us try it,
For thinking can make a man crazy.
Chorus
I have lawns, I have bowers,
I have fields, I have flowers,
And the lark is my daily alarmer,
So jolly boys now, who follow the plough,
A health and success to the farmer.
Come sit at my table, as many as able,
I’ll hear not one word of complaining,
For the tinkling of glasses, all music surpasses,
I long to see bottles a draining.
Chorus
For here I am king I can laugh drink and sing,
Let no one approach as a stranger,
Just show me the ass who refuses a glass,
And I’ll treat him to hay in a manger.
Chorus
Let the wealthy and great be in splendour and state,
I envy them not I declare it,
I eat my own ham, my own chicken and lamb,
I shear my own sheep and I wear it.
Chorus
Were it not for my seeding you’d all have poor feeding,
I’m sure you would all starve without me,
But I am content when I’ve just paid the rent,
I’m happy when friends are around me.
Chorus
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10. |
As the Lights Go Out
03:46
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Come all of you who carry doubt,
Stand by me as the lights go out,
Stand by me as the stars they shine,
Tonight the stars are yours and mine,
Tonight the stars are yours and mine.
Take out your grief, take out your fears,
We’ll tie them up with threads of tears,
Then hang them up on a star so bright,
And send them out into the night,
We’ll send them out into the night.
Sometimes it’s hard to let them go,
When they’ve been so heavy and it’s all you’ve known,
But we stand together and the night is kind,
I know them well and the stars don’t mind,
I know them well, the stars don’t mind
I know them well, the stars don’t mind.
So with lighter heart and lighter tread,
We can face the dawn with a smile instead,
You can take them down when they next appear,
Or when we meet again in another year,
Let's meet again in another year.
So come all of you who carry doubt,
Stand by me as the lights go out,
Stand by me as the stars they shine,
Tonight the stars are yours and mine,
Tonight the stars are yours and mine.
Oh tonight the stars are yours and mine.
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Stop now, halt the wagons,
It’s too much for me to bear,
To see my baby sleeping,
In the cart laying there,
Oh take me Lord and keep me,
Please don’t leave me here,
For I cannot keep breathing,
He was all I held dear.
Chorus
Hush now, don’t cry
As you hear my lullaby
Hush now don’t cry
As you hear my lullaby.
From the Black Horse there was silence,
As the storm raged up above,
So desperate was the tempest,
To steal the one I love,
Oh nature sick with vengeance,
As we carve up her tongue,
Tiny arms around each other,
Her work here done
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Chorus
Children are the future,
Children are a gift,
But these are children of the darkness,
With a twelve-hour shift,
So take him Lord, be gentle,
With his tired, weary bones,
Now I’m a mother of the darkness,
For he’ll never come home.
We do not mine for riches,
We do no mine from love,
But merely to keep the food
on our tables above,
So I’ll dry up my tears now,
Keep his soul in my heart....
And call up the wagons,
So the next shift can start.
Chorus
Please hear my lullaby.
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Kate Rusby England, UK
Forever proud to call herself a folk singer, Kate celebrates her own 50 yrs with her 'Established 1973'
tours.
2022 marked 30 yrs as a professional musician with the album 30:Happy Returns
Hand Me Down (2020) was her highest-charting album.
Named in the Top 10 Folk Voices of the Century and a Mercury Prize in 1999
Yorkshire roots the carols in her Christmas tour.
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