Walk Awhile
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 a 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 your own dear child with 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’s head, 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 Tomkins' wife Three miles down the road, 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 O walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together love, the better we’ll agree We’ll agree
Dirty Linen
Sloth
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 things, the wrong things No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begun Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun She’s run away, she’s run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don’t you call to me Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Don’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 Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun
Sir Patrick Spens
The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine "Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this mighty boat of mine?" Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King’s right knee "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea" The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command "An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be" "Last night I saw the new moon clear with the old moon in her hair And that is a sign since we were born that means there’ll be a deadly storm" They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand "Here’s to you my merry young men for you’ll not see dry land again" "Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land" Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet
Flatback Caper
Doctor Of Physick
Take care daughter dear Don’t dream of many gallant men tonight Take care daughter dear For the doctor comes to steal your goods in the dead of night Every sigh he’ll hear So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight Oh father dear I dreamed last night a man sat on me bed And I fear When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead Every sigh he’ll hear So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight He’ll have you all You fine young ladies pure as fallen snow He’ll have you all If you think upon improper things the doctor will know Every sigh he’ll hear So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
Flowers Of The Forest
I’ve heard them lilting At our ewe-milking And I’ve heard them lilting Before light o' day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away Sad they for the order That sent them to the border The English by guile For once won the day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away I’ve heard them lilting At our ewe-milking And I’ve heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away
Now Be Thankful
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I will 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 will 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
Bonny Bunch Of Roses
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June The feather’d warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command And I’ll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go And I’ll conquer all the universe, and I’ll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O" "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee And asked your father’s life of him he granted it most manfully It was then he took an army, and o’er the frozen Alps did go Saying, "I’ll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O" Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O Now son, don’t speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne’er be broke So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O