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The drowned lover
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The Drowned Lover (traditional English folk song)
As a sailor was sailing away from his shore,
The waves and the billows so loudly did roar,
He wrote to his true love, I shall see you no more,
So farewell, my dearest, you're the one I adore.
As his true love was walking down by the bay,
She saw a drowned sailor on the beach where he lay,
And as she drew near him, it made her to stand,
For she knew it was her true love,
By the marks on his hand.
She put her arms around him, saying "Oh there my dear",
She wept and she kissed him ten thousand times o'er,
And she was contented to lie by his side,
And in a few moments, his true love she died.
Down in the old churchyard these two were laid,
And a stone for remembrance was laid on their grave,
Their joys are now ended, their pleasures are fled,
And the grave that they lie in is their married bed.
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The topman and the afterguard (traditional English folk song)
As a topman and an afterguard were walking one day,
Says the afterguard to the topman, I mean for to pray,
It's for the rights of all sailors and the wrongs of all men,
And whatever I do pray for,
You must answer me, Amen.
First I'll pray for the bosun with his little stick,
For he bawls out, All hands boys and gives us a lick,
He strikes many a brave fellow and sends him a-main,
May the devil double triple damn him,
Says the afterguard, Amen.
I'll pray for the purser who gives us to eat,
Spew-burgoo, rank butter and musty horse meat,
With the weevily biscuits while he gets the gain,
May the devil double triple damn him,
Says the afterguard, Amen.
I'll pray for them navy officers they are holding up our due,
We're owed three year’s wages and prize money too,
It's: You can't have it yet Jack, try next voyage again,
May the devil double triple damn him,
Says the afterguard, Amen.
And the last thing I shall pray for it’s a pot of good beer,
For the Lord gave to me the liquor, our spirits to cheer,
And when we have one pot, I wish we had ten,
And we’ll never never want for grog my boys,
Says the afterguard, Amen.
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Falco e colomba
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One night as I lay on my bed
I dreamed about a fair young maid
I was so distressed
I could take no rest
Love did torment me so
So away to my true love I did go.
When I came to my love's window
I boldly called her by her name
Saying: It’s for your sake
That I’ve come here so late
Through this bitter frost and snow
So open the window, my love, do.
My mother and father are awake
And they will surely hear us speak
There'll be no excuse
Then but sore abuse
There’ll be many a bitter word and blow
So begone from my window, my love, do.
Your father and mother are asleep,
And they are sure not to hear us speak,
For they're sleeping sound,
On their bed of down
And they draw their breath so low.
So open the window, my love, do.
My love arose and she opened up the door
And like an angel she stood there on the floor
Her eyes shone bright
Like the stars at night
And no diamonds could shine so
So in with my true love I did go.
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Wakeful
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Big corn
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Dulcinea de la Mancha
02:51
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The ballad of Sarah Gray
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I'll sing you a song about two young lovers,
Who from Lichfield town they came,
The young man's name was William Taylor,
The maiden’s name was Sarah Gray.
William Taylor, he enlisted,
For a soldier he has gone,
He’s gone and left his own true lover,
For to sigh and for to mourn.
Sarah’s parents, they did despise her,
They filled her heart with grief and woe,
And then at last she vowed and told them,
For a soldier she would go.
She's dressed herself in man's apparel.
Man's apparel she put on,
To go and seek her own true lover,
For to find him she has gone.
One day as she was exercising,
Exercising with the rest,
A silver chain fell from her waistcoat,
And exposed her lily-white breast.
The Sergeant Major he came up to her,
Asked of her what brought her here,
"I've come to seek my own true lover,
Who has proved to me so dear".
"If you've come to seek your own lover
Pray tell to me his name",
"His name, it is Bold William Taylor,
And from Lichfield town he came".
"If his name is William Taylor,
William Taylor he’s not here,
He lately married a rich young lady
Worth ten thousand pound a year."
"If you rise early in the morning,
Just before the break of day,
There you will see Bold William Taylor,
A-walking with his lady fair"
She called out for sword and pistol,
Sword and pistol she put on,
She’s fired and shot bold William Taylor,
With his bride at his right hand.
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Paul James Heuvelland, Belgium
Paul James is a saxophonist, bagpiper and singer from Newbury, England, who composes, arranges and performs music influenced
by English and other European folk traditions.
Paul is a member of the band Blowzabella, and plays with his pan-European band Evening Star, the folk dance band The Playford Liberation Front and composes music for theatre, film and TV.
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