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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 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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I Burn 05:14
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
5.
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.
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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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This (mini) album is made up of demos I've done for my band The Punch House Band, Crude Apache Theatre Company's production "At the Turning of the Tide" and Stuff of Dreams Theatre Company's show "An Honest Gentleman" (which I co-wrote). All the songs a straight-forward acoustic guitar and vocal recordings with only some backing vocal overdubs. One or two songs here (Shadow Song, I Walk By Night and I Know About Love) have appeared before on my Bandcamp page and here have been remixed and remastered

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released March 8, 2019

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timlane Norwich, UK

Welcome to the musical world of Tim Lane. I'm a musician and composer who lives in Norwich in the UK.
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