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All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest,
When me and my love got snug in one nest,
When a bold set of ruffians entered our cave,
And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave.
I begged hard for my sailor and for his dear life.
They'd not listen to me although a fond wife,
Saying: "The king he wants sailors, to the sea he must go,"
And they've left me lamenting in sorrow and woe.
Through green fields and meadows we ofttimes did walk,
And sweet conversations of love we have talked,
And the birds in the woodland so sweetly did sing,
And the call of the thrush made the valleys to ring.
Although my love's gone I will not be cast down.
Who knows but my sailor may once more retum ?
And will make me amends For all trouble and strife,
And my true love and I might live happy for life.
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Nottamun Town
04:01
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In Nottamun Town not a soul would look up,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
Then the King and the Queen, and a company more
Come a-walking behind and a-riding before
Come a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum
With his hands on his bosom, come marching along.
Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand stood 'round me, yet I was alone
Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm,
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.
In Nottamun Town not a soul would look up,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down,
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
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Piper's Song
03:42
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Eileen Aroon
03:49
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When, like the rising day,
Eileen aroon!
Love sends his early ray,
Eileen aroon!
What makes his dawning glow
Changeless through joy or woe?
Only the constant know -
Eileen aroon!
I knew a valley fair,
Eileen aroon!
I knew a cottage there,
Eileen aroon!
Far in that valley's shade
I knew a gentle maid,
Flower of the hazel glade,
Eileen aroon!
Were she no longer true,
Eileen aroon!
What would her lover do?
Eileen aroon!
Fly with his broken chain,
Far o'er the bounding main
Never to love again,
Eileen aroon!
Youth must with time decay
Eileen aroon!
Beauty must fade away,
Eileen aroon!
Castles are sacked in war,
Chieftains are scattered far,
Truth is a fixèd star,
Eileen aroon!
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There was an old man come over the sea,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
There was an old man come over the sea,
Come snivelling, snuffling, over on me,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to bid him come in,
And he giggled and dribbled all over his chin.
My mother she told me to give him a stool,
Well I gave him a stool and he sat like a fool.
My mother she told me to give him some cake,
And the silly old fool wriggled just like a snake.
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar,
And he shivvelled and shovelled it down like a bugger.
My mother she told me to take him to bed,
And the daft old devil nigh stood on his head.
My mother told me to show him what to do,
But the silly old cod couldn’t learn how to screw.
My mother she told me to bid him farewell,
Well I bid him farewell and I wished him in hell.
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Bróna McVittie Northern Ireland, UK
Pioneering her own brand of cosmic folk, Bróna McVittie both deftly reimagines traditional folk and crafts her own nature- inspired songs with a rich mix of folk and electronic instruments. As The Guardian describes it “You’re put in the place of a bird navigating wide open landscapes, absorbing light, space and air. This is music that takes you on its wing, and gives you fresh visions” ... more
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