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Bonny at Morn
02:43
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The sheep in the meadow and the cow in the corn,
Thou’s over long in thy bed, bonny at morn.
Canny at eve, bonny at morn,
Thou’s over long in thy bed, bonny at morn.
The bird in the nest and the trout in the burn,
Thou hinders thy mother at many’s a turn.
We are laid idle wi’ keeping the bairn,
The lad he won’t work and the lass she won’t learn.
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Leeds, A Seaport Town
02:53
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Oh dear! Oh dear! this a curious age is,
Alteration all the rage is,
Young and old in the stream are moving,
All in the general cry improving.
From the Exhibition I've brought news down,
They're going to make it a seaport town,
Instead of factories and cheap tailors
Nothing you'll see but ships and sailors!
This 'twill be I'll bet you a crown,
When Leeds becomes a sea-port town!
All over the town there'll be boats and barges,
Man-o-war ships that never so large is;
Steamers, backwards, forwards towing,
You'll ride for nothing, and they'll pay you for going.
Sailors swearing, spars a battering,
Heave-ye-hoing hand-spikes clattering,
Strange sails crowding every day,
Sailing and anchoring in Leeds bay!
The Liverpool Gent's all be undone
Here there will be nought but fun done,
Lads half wild, running their rigs sirs,
Landing their butter, their bullocks and pigs, sirs.
Then to make us merry and frisky,
Mealy potatoes and barrels of whiskey,
New-laid eggs a twelve month taken,
Old maids with money as rusty as bacon!
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The Derby Ram
02:24
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As I was going to Derby, upon a market day
I spied the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay!
And indeed sir, it’s true sir, I never was given to lie
And if you'd a bin to Derby you'd a seen him the same as I!
This tup was fat behind sir, this tup was fat before
I reckon he must a-bin ten foot high, that's if he weren't no more!
The horns upon this ram, sir, they reached up to the moon
A lad went up in January and didn't come back 'til June!
The horns upon the ram sir they were so mighty wide,
The parson sat betwixt them and his sermon he did cry!
The fleece upon this ram, sir, it grew so mighty high
The eagles made their nests atop, you could hear the young 'uns cry!
The butcher what stuck this tup, sir, he was up to his neck in blood
The boy what carried the basin he were weshed away in the flood!
Now all the lads of Derby come begging for his eyes
To kick around the streets because, they were of football size!
And all the maids of Derby come begging for his ears
To make them leather aprons that would last 'em forty years!
Now all the old lads of Derby come begging for his tail
To ring St. George's passing bell from the top o' Derby jail!
The manure from the ram sir, it made a great big mound
And now it plays on Saturday at Derby's Baseball ground!
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Homeward Bound
04:23
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At Liverpool Docks we bid adieu
To Kate and Polly and Sal and Sue.
Our anchor’s weighed and the sails unfurled,
We’ve bound halfway across the world,
Hoorah we’re outward bound,
Hoorah we’re outward bound.
The wind it blows from east-nor’east,
Our ships she sails nine knots at least.
And the girls stand on the docks and cry.
While there’s grog we’ll ne’er say die,
Hoorah we’re outward bound,
Hoorah we’re outward bound.
At last the captain comes aboard,
Our sails are bent and we’re manned and stored.
And the Peter’s hoisted at the fore,
Goodbye to the girls we’ll see no more,
Hoorah we’re outward bound,
Hoorah we’re outward bound.
One day the man on the lookout,
“There’s a sail to the wind’ard,“ he will shout,
She’s a pilot standing out from the land
And it’s up on deck comes every man.
Hoorah we’re homeward bound,
Hoorah we’re homeward bound.
Now when we get to Liverpool docks
Pretty young girls come down in flocks.
And one to the other you’ll hear ’em say,
“Oh, here comes Jack with his ten months pay.
I see he’s homeward bound,
I see he’s homeward bound.”
And when we get to the Dog and Bell
There’s good pizon for to sell,
In comes old Grouser with a smile,
Saying, “Drink me lads, it’s worth your while,
I see you’re homeward bound,
I see you’re homeward bound.”
When your money’s all gone and spent,
None to be borrowed no more to be lent,
In comes old Grouser with a frown,
“Get up, Jack, let John sit down,
I see you’re outward bound,
I see you’re outward bound.”
Then poor old Jack must understand
The ships in the docks are wanting hands.
And he ups his gear as he’s done before
And he says goodbye to his native shore
I see you’re outward bound,
I see you’re outward bound.
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Lish Young Buy-A-Broom
04:59
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As I was walking in the North Country,
Down by Kirkby Stephen I happened for to be,
As I was a-walking up and down the street,
A pretty little buy-a-broom I chanced for to meet.
And she was right, I was tight, everybody has their way.
It was a lish young buy-a-broom that led me astray.
She kindly then invited me to go along the way,
“Yes” was the answer to her I did say.
There was me with me music up and down the street
And her with her tambourine was beating hand and feet.
Straight out for Kendal we steered, her and I,
Over yon green mountain, the weather being dry.
We each had a bottle we filled it to the top
And whenever we were feeling dry, we took a little drop.
The night was coming on, and good lodgings we did find,
Eatables of all kind and plenty of good wine.
Good bed and blankets just for we two
And I rolled her in me arms, my boys, and wouldn’t you do, too?
Early next morning we arose to go away,
I called for the landlord to see what was to pay.
Fourteen and sixpence, just for we two,
And a fiver on the table oh my darling then she threw.
Now the reason that we parted, I shall let you hear,
She started out for Germany right early the next year.
But me being unwilling to cross the raging sea,
Here’s a health to me bonny lass, wherever she may be.
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6. |
Four Loom Weaver
03:20
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I’m a four loom weaver, as anyone knows.
I’ve nowt to eat and I’ve worn out m’ clothes.
M’ clogs are both broken, and stockings I’ve none.
You’d scarce gi’s tuppence for owt I’ve got on.
Old Billy O’ Bent, kept telling me long
We mayn’t had better times if I’d nobbut held m’ tongue.
I’ve held m’ tongue til I near lost m’ breath,
And I feel in m’ heart that I’ll soon clem to death.
I’m a four loom weaver, as anyone knows.
I’ve nowt to eat and I’ve worn out m’ clothes.
Old Billy were reet, but he ne’er were clemmed,
He ne’er picked o’er in his life.
We held out for six weeks, thought each day were the last.
We tarried and shifted til we were quite fast.
We lived upon nettles when nettles were good.
And Waterloo Porridge were best to us as food.
Our Margaret declares, if hoo’d clothes to put on,
Hoo’d go up t’ London to see the great man.
And if things didn’t alter when there hoo’d been
Hoo’ swears hoo’d fight til there blood up to th’ e’en.
I’m a four loom weaver as anyone knows.
I’ve nowt to eat and I’ve worn out m’ clothes.
Stockings I’ve none, nor looms to weave on,
I’ve woven mesen t’ far end.
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7. |
Oakey Strike Evictions
03:11
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It was in November and I never will forget
When the polisses and the candymen at Oakey Hooses met
Johnny the Bellman he was there, a-squintin' roondaboot
And they put three men on every door to turn the miners oot
What would I dee if I had the power mesel'
I would hang the twenty candymen and Johnny whey carries the bell
They went from hoose to hoose and then they put things in the road
But mind they didn’t hurt themselves carrying heavy loads
One would carry the poker oot the fender or the rake
But if they carried two at once it was a great mistake
Some of the dandy candymen were dressed up like a clown
Some had caps without a peak and some without a crown
The was one chap had nae shoes, but there was one chap worse
'Cos every time he had to stoop it was a laughable farce
Now there was one chap had nee sleeves or buttons upon his coat
And another had a bairnies ribbon wrapped around his throat
One chap wore a pair of breeks belonging to a boy
One leg was a sort of tweed and the other was corduroy
Well next up comes the masters and I think they should be shamed
Depriving wives and families of a comfortable yem
And when they gan from where they live I hope they gan to hell
Along with the twenty candymen and Johnny whey carries the bell
Aye it was in November, I never will forget
When the polisses and the candymen at Oakey Hooses met
Johnny the Bellman he was there, a-squintin' roondaboot
And they put three men on every door to turn the miners not
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Here’s the tender coming, pressing all the men,
Oh dear hinny, what shall we do then?
Here’s the tender coming, off at Shield’s Bar,
Here’s the tender coming, full of men-o’-war.
Hide thee, canny Geordie, hide thyself away,
Hide thee till the tender makes for Druridge Bay.
If they take thee, Geordie, who’s to win our bread?
Me and little Jackie better off be dead.
Here’s the tender coming, stealing off my dear,
Oh dear hinny, they’ll ship you out of here.
They will ship you foreign, that is what it means,
Here’s the tender coming, full of red marines.
Hey, bonny lassie, let’s go to the Lawe,
See the tender lying, off at Shield’s Bar,
With her colours flying, anchor at her bow.
They took my bonny laddie, best of all the crew.
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Johnny Campbell England, UK
Johnny has performed over 600 shows, toured 22 countries from USA, Mainland & E.Europe, Scandinavia & Nordic
countries.
Performing established festivals such as Belladrum Festival & Tradfest Edinburgh & being billed with BBC Folk award nominees & winners in recent years such as Stick In the Wheel, Martin Carthy, Ye Vagabonds, Lankum, Daoiri Farrell, Ewan McLennan, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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