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Whiskey Johnny
02:46
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WHISKEY JOHNNY
Oh whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from an old tin can
Chorus (after each verse):
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o, rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes
And whiskey gave me a broken nose (chorus)
I'll drink it hot, I'll drink it cold
I'll drink it new, I'll drink it old (chorus)
O champagne's fine and rum is free
But whisky's good enough for me (chorus)
O whisky killed my poor old dad
And whisky drove me old girl mad (chorus)
Whiskey killed my sister Sue
And whiskey killed by brother too (chorus)
A glass of whiskey all around
And a bottle for the shanty man
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o rise her up from down be-low
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o rise her up from down be-low
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o rise her up from down be-low
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o rise her up from down be-low
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
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I Walk By Night
04:17
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I WALK BY NIGHT
My father was a farm worker
Who never owned no land
He worked til he could work no more
And died an honest man
He died an honest man I say
Not a penny to his name
And I did swear upon his grave
I would not do the same
I would not do the same lads
And ever since that day
I never have gone hungry for
I learned the poacher's way
Chorus
The landowners can whistle
I don’t pay them any mind
Let the keepers chase me
I’ll lose them every time
From Kings Lynn down to Bungay Town
Across the the countryside
I’m the king of Norfolk poachers lads
I walk by night
Verse 2
With net and snare and shotgun
On any moonless night
I walk the fields and woodland
My lurcher by my side
With my lurcher by my side
I’ll bag the pheasant and the hare
The rabbit and the partridge
Anytime and anywhere
Anytime and anywhere
For what care I who owns the land?
The King of Norfolk Poachers
Takes his living where he can
Chorus
Verse 3
If you spend your whole life
On the wrong side of the law
I’t one of those sad facts of life
Sometimes you will get caught
Sometimes you will get caught lads
Then it’s prison or a fine
Well I won’t give them no money, no
I’d rather do the time
I’d rather do the time lads
I’ve never paid up yet
I’ll do Fourteen days hard labour
Without even breaking sweat
Chorus
Verse 3
Some call me a rascal
Some call me a crook
Some call me a countryman
Some say that I’m no good
Some say that I’m no good lads
Nothing but a common thief
They can call me any names they like
It’s all the same to me
It’s all the same to me lads
I know what I am
I’m the King of Norfolk Poachers
I don’t bow to any man
Chorus
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3. |
I Burn
05:14
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I BURN
My love she is so beautiful
And stranger than he sea
Colder than the hoar frost in midwinter
Wilder than October gales
That shake the great oak trees
And bend the branches til they break and splinter
She follows in my shadow
If i walk out in the day
And in the night time she is there beside me
My keeper and companion
Who never far does stray
Nowhere on this earth can ever hide me
She lifts up her hand and puts her finger to my lips
She whispers softly to me love “was ever life as sweet
As this”
And so I burn
Where I stop to take my ease
There she will rest as well
As close to me as ever any lover
Sat beside her sweetheart saying
“Listen while I tell
Of broken faith and secrets undiscovered”
She speaks once more of rage and all of bitterness unbound
And on her breath the taint of silent darkness underground
And so I burn
My lover stands beside me
As I burn
All day and every night she
Makes me burn
Salvation is denied me
I burn
My true love lies forsaken
In a cold and lifeless grave
Buried deep where none can ever find her
And yet she sits beside me
Telling all my sin and shame
And not even death can ever bind her
She takes me in her arms and holds me in her cold embrace
“A curse for ev’ry breath you stole from her that you betrayed”
And so I burn
My lover stands beside me
As I burn
All day and every night she
Makes me burn
Salvation is denied me
I burn
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AT THE TURNING OF THE TIDE
All you folk who work the river
To earn you daily bread
All you watermen and wherry rats
Who tarry in your beds
Rise up the dawn is breaking.
And along the riverside
It’s time to go to work lads
At the turning of the tide
CHORUS
The turning of the tide
With the turning of the tide
It’s time to go to work lads
At the turning of the tide
Make ready all your warehousemen
Your barrels and your crates
Your stacks and sacks and hogsheads
All your river freight
Before the hour is up we’ll see
Black sails against the sky
It’s time to go to work lads
With the turning of the tide
CHORUS
Oats and rope and brandy
Timber tar and bricks
Coal and cloth and good strong ale
Silk and salted fish
It all must be unloaded
Haul it up and stack it high
It’s time to go to work lads
With the turning of the tide
CHORUS
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In My Time of Dying
03:57
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IN MY TIME OF DYIN’
Now, in the time of dying,
I don't want nobody to mourn.
All I’m asking you to do
Is take my body home
Well, well, well, - So I can die easy,
Well, well, well, - So I can die easy,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me,
Won't you meet me in the middle of the air.
And if these wings should fail below
Won't you meet me with another pair,
Well, well, well, - Won’t you meet me Jesus?
Well, well, well, - Won’t you meet me Jesus?
You gonna make up my dying bed.
I'm going on down to the river,
Stick my sword up in the sand.
Gonna shout my troubles over, Lord,
I done made it to the promised land,
Well, well, well, - So I can die easy,
Well, well, well, - So I can die easy,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
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WE’LL SAIL TOGETHER NO MORE
Cast off your line
Slip away from the quay
Go with the tide
As it bears you downstream
Your hand on the tiller
The shore at your lee
Follow the river
Down to the sea
We’ll sail together no more
We’ll sail together no more
No more sun on the water
Or wind in the reeds
We’ll sail together no more
Once on a time
There was just you and I
The rivers and broads
And the wide open sky
Now you are gone
I am left high and dry
I cannot sail on
But yet I must try
We’ll sail together no more
We’ll sail together no more
No more sun on the water
Or wind in the reeds
We’ll sail together no more
I’ll cast off my line
Set a new course today
Though the waters be troubled
I’ll make my own way
My hand on the tiller
The shore at my lee
One day I’ll follow you
Down to the sea
We’ll sail together once more
We’ll sail together once more
With the sun on the water
The wind in the reeds
We’ll sail together once more
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To Be A Highwayman
02:16
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To Be A Highwayman
Let the farmer plant and reap his corn
Let the blacksmith tend his forge
Let the parson preach
And the teacher teach
Let the grocer mind his store
Let all good and honest working men
Fill their station as they can
But one stands tall
Above them all
He is the highwayman
A highwayman, a highwayman
I would be a highwayman
The farmer rises with the sun
And works until it sets
He must toil
To till the soil
And put food on our plates
The highwayman he stays abed
If it pleases him till noon
He takes his ease
As he does please
And rises with the moon
A highwayman, a highwayman
I would be a highwayman
The Parson when he takes the air
And walks all down the street
He can expect
The warm respect
From all those he might meet
The Highwayman makes no such claim
Of deference to his art
Such is his fame
That all the same
He is held in high regard
A highwayman, a highwayman
I would be a highwayman
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SHADOW SONG
I’ll sing for you a song of Shadows as the fire dies and
Darkness comes a-creeping through the fading candlelight
A cold wind haunts the shutters and the hour is getting late and it’s a
Nightmare strange outlandish story I must now relate
A young man on the forest path all on a moonless night
Finds a maiden standing by the roadside all in white
“Lady are you troubled? Has some villain done you wrong?”
“No sir I am listening to the ancient shadow song”
With these words the young man felt a growing nameless dread
To see this pale maiden as she lifted up her head
“Can you hear the music sir? It has me quite undone
This strange and ghostly air you hear it is the shadow song
"Yes I hear the music lady, hear it all too well
I fear it is no earthly tune, it is some midnight spell"
With this they took to dancing both the mortal and the maid
Now he is lost forever by the shadow song betrayed
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Paddy Lay Back
05:08
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PADDY LAY BACK
Twas a cold an' dreary mornin' in December, (December)
An' all of me money it was spent (it was spent),
Where it went I can't remember (remember),
So it was down the shippin' office that I went, (went, went),
CHORUS
Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)!
Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!
Take a turn around the capstan - heave and haul (heave and haul)
'Bout ship, stations, boys, be handy (be handy)!
For we're bound for Valaparaiser 'round the Horn!
That day there wuz a great demand for sailors (for sailors),
For the Colonies and for 'Frisco and for France (an' for France),
So I shipped aboard a Limey barque the Hotspur (the Hotspur),
An' got paralytic drunk on my advance ('vance, 'vance),
CHORUS
'Twas on the quarterdeck where first I saw 'em,
Such an ugly bunch I'd never seen afore;
a bum and a stiff from every quarter,
An' it made me poor ol' heart feel sick an' sore.
There wuz Dutchmen, Spaniards an' Rooshians,
An' Jolly boys jist acrosst from France;
Not one of ‘em could speak a word o' English,
But answered to the name of 'Month's Advance'.
CHORUS
I knew that in me box I had a bottle,
By the boardin'-master 'twas put there;
A little something for to wet me throttle,
Somethin' for to drive away dull care.
So down upon me knees I went like thunder,
Put me hand into the bottom o' the box,
An' to me great surprise an' wonder,
Found only a bottle o' medicine for the pox.
CHORUS
I axed the mate a-which a-watch wuz mine-O,
Sez he, 'I'II soon pick out a-which is which';
An' he blowed me down an' kicked me hard a-stern-O,
Callin' me a dirty son-o'-a-bitch.
CHORUS
So there wuz I once more again at sea, boys,
The same ol' ruddy business over again;
Oh, stamp the caps'n round an' make some noise, boys,
An' sing again this dear ol' sweet refrain.
CHORUS
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