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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Traditional Folk Song - ALL ARE TALKING OF UTAH Sheet Music and MIDI

ALL ARE TALKING OF UTAH
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALL ARE TALKING OF UTAH Sheet Music

ALL ARE TALKING OF UTAH
Lyrics

Who'd ever think that Utah would stir the world so much?
Who'd ever think the Mormons 'd be widely known as such?
I hardly dare to scribble, or such a subject touch,
For all are talking of Utah

Chorus:
Hurrah (hurrah) Hurrah (hurrah) We Mormons have a name
Hurrah (hurrah) Hurrah (hurrah) We're on the road to fame
No matter how they style us, it's all about the same
For all are talking of Utah

'Tis Utah and the Mormons in Congress, pulpit, press,
'Tis Utah and the Mormons in every place I guess
We must be growing greater, we can't be growing less
For all are talking of Utah

(chorus)

They say they'll send an Army to set us Mormons right
Regenerate all Utah, and give us Christian light
Release our wives and daughters, and make us mend the fight
For all are talking of Utah

(chorus)

I now will tell you something you haven't heard of yet
We bees are nearly filling the hive called Deseret
If hurt shall sting together, we'll gather all we get
For all are talking of Utah

(chorus)

To the tune of "Marching Through Georgia". This song tells of
Utah's pre-statehood struggles, and was published at least as early
as 1872 in William Willis' "The Mountain Warbler."
"Deseret" is a word from the Book of Mormon which means honeybee
or beehive. It was the first name proposed for the state, by Brigham Young.
Utah's nickname is still "The Beehive State." JW

@Mormon
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Traditional Folk Song - ALISON AND WILLIE Sheet Music and MIDI

ALISON AND WILLIE
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALISON AND WILLIE Sheet Music

ALISON AND WILLIE
Lyrics

'MY luve she lives in Lincolnshire,
I wat she's neither black nor broun,
But her hair is like the thread o gowd,
Aye an it waur weel kaimed doun.

She's pued the black mask owre her face,
An blinkit gaily wi her ee:
'O will you to my weddin come,
An will you bear me gude companie?'

'I winna to your weddin come,
Nor will I bear you gude companie,
Unless you be the bride yoursell,
An me the bridegroom to be.'

'For me to be the bride mysel,
An you the bonnie bridegroom to be
Cheer up your heart, Sweet Willie,' she said, '
For that's the day you'll never see.

'Gin you waur on your saiddle set,
An gaily ridin on the way,
You'll hae nae mair mind o Alison
Than she waur dead an laid in clay.

When he was on his saiddle set,
An slowly ridin on the way,
He had mair mind o Alison
Than he had o the licht o day.

He saw a hart draw near a hare,
An aye that hare drew near a toun,
An that same hart did get a hare,
But the gentle knicht got neer a toun.

He leant him owre his saiddle-bow,
An his heart did brak in pieces three;
Wi sighen said him Sweet Willie,
'The pains o luve hae taen bald o me.'

....
...
There cam a white horse an a letter,
That stopped the weddin speidilie.

She leant her back on her bed-side,
An her heart did brak in pieces three;
She was buried an bemoaned,
But the birds waur Willie's companie.


Child #256
Rou-245
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Traditional Folk Song - ALICE BLUE GOWN Sheet Music and MIDI

ALICE BLUE GOWN
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALICE BLUE GOWN Sheet Music

ALICE BLUE GOWN
(Joseph McCarthy)
Lyrics

I once had a gown it was almost new
Oh, the daintiest thing, it was sweet Alice Blue
With little forget-me-nots placed here and there
When I had it on, I walked on the air
And it wore and it wore and it wore
Till it went and it wasn't no more

cho: In my sweet little Alice blue gown,
When I first wander'd down into town
I was both proud and shy,
As I felt ev'ry eye,
But in ev'ry shop window I'd primp, passing by
Then in a manner of fashion i'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around,
Till it wilted I wore it,
I'll always adore it,
My sweet little Alice blue gown."

The little silkworms that made silk for that gown,
Just made that much silk, and then crawled in the ground,
For there never was anything like it before,
And I don't dare to hope there will be any more
But it's gone 'cause it just had to be
Still it wears in my memory
@clothes
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Traditional Folk Music - ALICE B. Sheet Music and MIDI

ALICE B.
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ALICE B. Sheet Music

ALICE B.
Lyrics

I'm goin'out west, down on the Rio Grande,
Singin' fare-thee, O my honey, O my honey, fare-thee well
I'm goin'out West, down on the Rio Grande,
And it's fare-thee, O my honey, fare-thee-well!

The twenty-fifth of September, Martin F. a man tall and slender
He was the man who committed that most terrible deed.

On a Sunday morning, with hardly any warning,
He shot and killed his high-brown Alice B.

Martin F. was a coward, he run, O how he did run
In his hand he carried a smokin' forty-one;

He ran up to de co't, says:" Judge, I committed tbat terrible crime
And now I'm ready for to serve my ninety-and-nine."
Alice B. like a baby lay on her dyin' bed.
She says:" Mammy, I want you to take care of my little girl

Keep her feet from slippin' through, 'cause I love her, 'deed I do
An'I hopes to meet her in that other worl'."

De judge held co't de very next day;
Martin F. refused, absolutely refused, to testify.

He says:" Judge, I killed my baby, my Alice B.,
And now that I killed her I'm all ready to die."

"She was a good woman, an' I loved her,'deed I did.
We had such good times, together all the time;

Till one night I went out, got filled with nigger gin,
An'when I saw her I completely los' my min'."

Then come all you rounders, an' all you high-browns too,
Take heed to what dis man has done.
You may go out some night, get filled with squirrel rum,
An' do the very same thing that Martin has done.

Then I'm goin' out West, down on the Rio Grande,
Singin' fare-thee, O my honey, O my honey, fare-thee-well!
I'm goin' out West, down on the Rio Grande,
Singin' fare-thee, O my honey, fare-thee-well!

From American Songbag, Sandburg
@murder @drink
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Traditional Folk Song - ALEY, ALEY Sheet Music and MIDI

ALEY, ALEY
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALEY, ALEY Sheet Music


ALEY, ALEY
(David Diamond)
Lyrics

Oh Water is weak, I don't drink wine,
Scotch is my choice when others buy.
But a beer or two, of a decent brew,
And both can drink, my love and I.

I placed my ass down upon some seat,
Thinking that it was a trusty chair.
But some stupid bloke played a nasty joke;
When I sat down it wasn't there.

Oh, vodka is strong, and sherry is fine
And Beaujolais when it is new,
But brandy that's old keeps out the cold,
Though it hurts your head in the morning too.

@drink
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Traditional Folk Song - ALCOHOLIC'S ANTHEM Sheet Music and MIDI

ALCOHOLIC'S ANTHEM
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALCOHOLIC'S ANTHEM Sheet Music

ALCOHOLIC'S ANTHEM
(Harold Gretton)
Lyrics


What's the use of drinking tea,
Indulging in sobriety,
And teetotal perversity?
It's healthier to booze.
What's the use of milk and water?
These are drinks that never oughter,
Be allowed in any quarter.
Come on, lose your blues,
Mix yourself a shandy,
Drown yourself in brandy,
Sherry sweet,
Or whisky neat,
Or any kind of liquor that is handy.
There's no blinking sense in drinking,
Anything that doesn't make you stinking,
There's no happiness like sinking,
Blotto to the floor.

Put an end to all frustration,
Drinking may be your salvation,
End it all in dissipation,
Rotten to the core.
Aberrations metabolic,
Ceilings that are hyperbolic,
These are for the alcoholic,
Lying on the floor.
Vodka for the arty,
Gin to make you hearty,
Lemonade was only made,
For drinking if your mother's at the party,
Just steer clear of home-made beer,
And anything that isn't labeled clear,
There is nothing else to fear, so
Bottom's up, my boys.

@drink
tune: Men of Harlech
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Traditional Folk Song - ALBERTINA (SKONNERT ALBERTINA) Sheet Music and MIDI

ALBERTINA (SKONNERT ALBERTINA)
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALBERTINA (SKONNERT ALBERTINA) Sheet Music

ALBERTINA (SKONNERT ALBERTINA)

Lyrics

A schooner was built on the Baltic
Albertina, that was the schooner's name.
Pump her dry!
Albertina says the story, Albertina's all for glory
Albertina, that was the schooner's name.
Pump her dry!

cho: Albertina says the story, Albertina's all for glory
Albertina, that was the schooner's name.

And the schooner is painted already,
She is painted in red and violet-
Pump her dry!
She is painted, says the story, she is painted all for glory,
She is painted in red and violet.
Pump her dry!

And the schooner is rigged out already,
She is rigged out with tackles and with ropes,
Pump her dry!
She is rigged out, says the story, she is rigged out all for glory,
She is rigged out with tackles and with ropes.
Pump her dry!

And the schooner is charted already,
She is charted from Hamburg, homeward bound,
Pump her dry!
She is chartered, says the story, she is chartered all for glory,
She is chartered from Hamburg, homeward bound.
Pump her dry!

And the schooner is loaded already,
She is loaded with beer and with wine,
Pump her dry!
She is loaded, says the story, she is loaded all for glory,
She is loaded with beer and with wine.
Pump her dry!
And the schooner is sailing already,
She is sailing away from sight of land,
Pump her dry!
She is sailing, says the story, she is sailing all for glory,
She is sailing away from sight of land.
Pump her dry!

And the schooner is stranded already,
She is stranded between the surf and reef,
Pump her dry!
She is stranded, says the story, she is stranded all for glory,
She is stranded between the surf and reef.
Pump her dry!

And her headstone is written already,
It is written in Latin and in gold,
Pump her dry!
It is written, says the story, it is written all for glory,
It is written in Latin and in gold.
Pump her dry!
On the beach there is a maiden weeping,
She is weeping for her lover on the beach,
Pump her dry!
She is weeping, says the story, she is weeping all for glory,
She is weeping for her lover on the beach.
Pump her dry!

From Shanties from the Seven Seas, Hugill
Note: Tune is German, Words Norwegian (translated by J. Glyn
Davies)
@sailor @ship
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Traditional Folk Music - ALBERTA Sheet Music and MIDI

ALBERTA
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ALBERTA Sheet Music

ALBERTA
Lyrics

Alberta, let your hair hang low.
Alberta, let your hair hang low,
I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold
If you'll only let your hair hang low.

Alberta, what's on your mind?
Alberta, what's on your mind?
You keep me worried, you keep me bothered all the time
Alberta, what's on your mind?

Alberta, don' you treat me unkind
Alberta, don' you treat me unkind
My heart feel so sad, 'cause I want you so bad.
Alberta, don' you treat me unkind.

Alberta, let your hair hang low
etc.
@blues @love
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Traditional Folk Song - ALAN BANE Sheet Music and MIDI

ALAN BANE
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALAN BANE Sheet Music

ALAN BANE
Lyrics

They're taking me to the gallows mother,
They're goin'to hang me high,
They're goin'to gather around me there
And watch me till I die.
All earthly joys are vanished now
And gone each earthly hope;
They'll draw a cap across mine eyes,
Around my neck a rope.

The crazy mob will shout and groan,
The priest will read a prayer,
The drop will fall beneath my feet
And leave me in the air.
They think I murdered Alan Bane,
For so the judge has said;
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma.
And hang me 'til I'm dead.
The grass that grows in yonder field,
The lambs that skip and play,
The brook that 'yond the orchard runs
And laughs upon the way.
The flowers that in the garden bloom,
The birds that sing and fly
Are pure and clean from human blood,
And Mother, so am I.

My father's grave on yonder hill,
His name without a stain,
I swear no malice e'er I had
Nor murdered Alan Bane.
But me the jury guilty found,
For so the judge has said;
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma,
And hang me 'til I'm dead.

The air is fresh and bracing, Ma,
The sun shines bright and high,
This is a pleasant day to live,
A gloomy one to die.
This is a bright, a glorious day,
The joys of earth to grasp;
It is a sad, a wretched one
To struggle, choke, and gasp.

Let them my lofty spirit damp,
Or cow me if they can,
They've sent me like a rogue to die,
I'll meet it like a man.
I never murdered Alan Bane,
But so the judge has said;
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma,
And hang me 'til I'm dead.

Poor little sister Belle will weep
And kiss me as I lie,
But kiss her twice and thrice for me
And tell her not to cry.
Tell her to weave a garland gay
And crown me as of yore
And plant a lily on my grave
And think of me no more.

And tell the maid whose love I sought,
That I am faithful yet,
But I'm to lie in a felon's grave
And she had best forget.
My memory is forever stained,
For so the judge has said;
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma,
And hang me'til I'm dead.

Lay me not down by father's side,
For once I mind, he said
No child that stained his spotless name
Could share his mortal bed.
Old friends will look beyond his grave
To my dishonored one
And hide the virtues of the sire
Behind the recreant son.

And I can fancy that if there,
My fettered limbs should lay,
His frowning skull and crumbling bones
Would shriek, drive me away.
I swear to God I'm innocent
And never blood have shed;
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma,
And hang me 'til I'm dead.

You'll lay me in my coffin, Ma,
As you have seen me rest,
One of my arms beneath my head,
The other on my breast.
And place my Bible on my heart,
Nay, Mother, do not weep
But kiss me as in happier days
You kissed me when asleep.
As for the rest, for rite or form
But little do I lack,
But cover up that cursed stain,
The black mark on my neck,
And pray to God for mercy great
On my devoted head.
They'll hang me to the gallows, Ma,
And hang me 'til I'm dead.

But hark! I hear a murmur now
Among the jostling crowd,
A cry! A shout! A roar! It grows
And echoes long and loud.
Comes dashing on a foaming steed,
A man with tightened rein,
He sits erect, he waves his hand,
Good God! It's Alan Bane!

The lost is found, the dead's alive,
My safety is achieved.
He waves his hand again and shouts:
"The prisoner is reprieved!"
Now Mother praise the God you love
And raise your drooping head,
The murd'rous gallows, black and grim
Is cheated of its dead.

From Folk Songs and Singing Games of the Illinois Ozarks, McIntosh
Collected from Andrew Jackson Reynolds, Rudiment, IL, 1935
Note: Based on a true story ca 1866
@outlaw @murder @reprieve
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Traditional Folk Song - ALABAMA'S CREW Sheet Music and MIDI

ALABAMA'S CREW
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALABAMA'S CREW Sheet Music

ALABAMA'S CREW
(Andrea Aldridge)
Lyrics

When the Alabama's crew was laid
Roll Alabama Roll
They were laid on the day that they got paid
Oh roll, Alabama Roll

They were laid in the house of Madame Laird
They were laid in the town of Maidenhead

At the Bull and Bear they downed their swill
At the Grey Horse they got drunker still

Down the cobbled streets they staggered forth
To Madame Laird's to prove their worth

Her girls lay waiting night and day
To collect their share of prize mo-nay

There many a sailor saw his doom
When he entered Miss Eliza's room

She challanged him to a roll and lay
The pride of the floored and the soused na-vay

It was then they found to their dismay
One shot too many took the urge away

At the three bottle limit in '64
The Alabamans rose no more.

copyright Andrea Aldridge
@bawdy @parody @sailor
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Traditional Folk Music - ALABAMA BOUND Sheet Music and MIDI

ALABAMA BOUND
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ALABAMA BOUND Sheet Music

ALABAMA BOUND
Lyrics

I'm Alabama bound
I'm Alabama bound
And if the train don't stop and turn around
I'm Alabama bound

Oh, don't you leave me here (2x)
But if you mus go anyhow
Just leave a dime for beer.

Oh don't you be like me (2x)
Drink your good sweet cherry wine
And let that whiskey be.

Well your hair don't curve
And your eyes ain't blue
Well if you don't want me, Polly Ann
Well I don't want you.

Recorded by Leadbelly
@train
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Traditional Folk Song - AIR FORCE 801 Sheet Music and MIDI

AIR FORCE 801
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - AIR FORCE 801  Sheet Music

AIR FORCE 801
Lyrics

Listen to the rumble, and hear old Merlin roar
l'm flying over Moji, like I never flew before
Hear the mighty rush of the slipstream, and hear old Merlin moan,
I'II wait a bit and say a prayer and hope it gets me home.

Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
l'm turning on the downwind leg, my prop has overrun
My coolant's overheated, the gauge says 1-2-1
You'd better call the crash crew, and get them on the run.

Air Force 801, this is Itazuke tower
I cannot call the crash crew, this is their coffee hour
You're not cleared in the pattern, that is plain to see
So take it on around again, we have some VIP.

Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
l'm turning on the downwind leg, I see your biscuit gun
My engine's runnin' ragged, and the coolant's gonna blow
I'm gonna prang a Mustang, so look out down below.

Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
l'm turning on the final, and running on one lung
l'm gonna land this Mustang, no matter what you say
l've gotta get my charts fixed up before that Judgment Day,

Air Force 801, this is Judgment Day
You're in Pilot's Heaven, and you are here to stay
You just bought a Mustang, and you bought it well
The famous Air Force 801 was sent straight down to Hell.

From There I was flat on my back, Stevens
Tune: Wabash Cannonball
@American @airplane @Korea @war @Army
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Traditional Folk Song - AIR CORPS LAMENT Sheet Music and MIDI

AIR CORPS LAMENT
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - AIR CORPS LAMENT Sheet Music

AIR CORPS LAMENT
Lyrics

Mine eyes have seen the days of men who ruled the fighting sky
With hearts that laughed at death and lived for nothing but to fly
But now those hearts are grounded and those days are long gone by
The force is shot to hell!

cho: Glory . . . flying regulations
Have them read at every station
Crucify the man who breaks one
The force is shot to hell!

My bones have felt their pounding throb. a hundred thousand strong
A mighty airborne legion sent to right the deadly wrong
But now it's only memory, it only lives in song
The force ls shot to hell!

I have seen them in their T-bolts when their eyes were dancing flame
I've seen their screaming power dives that blasted Goering's name
But now they fly like sissies and they hang their heads in shame
Their spirit's shot to hell!

They flew B-26's through a living hell of flak
And bloody, dying pilots gave their lives to bring them back
But now they all play ping pong in the operations shack
Their technique's gone to hell!

Yes, the lordly Flying Fortress and the Liberator too
Once wrote the doom of Germany with contrails in the blue
But now the skies are empty and our planes are wet with dew
And we can't fly for hell!

One day l buzzed an airfield with another happy chap
We flew a hot formation with his wingtip in my lap
But there's a new directive and we'll have no more of THAT!
Or you both will burn in Hell!

Hap Arnold built a fighting team that sang a fighting song
About the wild blue yonder in the days when men were strong
But now we're closely supervised for fear we may do wrong
The force is shot to hell!

final cho: Glory! No more regulations!
Rip them down at every station!
Ground the guy that tries to make one!
And LET US FLY LIKE HELL!

From There I Was...Flat On My Back, Bob Stevens
@Army @airplane @bitching @rules @Korea
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Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY Sheet Music and MIDI

AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY Sheet Music

AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY
Lyrics

Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?
Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy.
Happy and gay, all the day,
Boom, Boom, ain't it great to be crazy!

A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a tombstone shooting dice
The horse he slipped and fell on the flea,
Oops! said the flea, there's a horse on me!

Chorus

There was an old doctor and his name was Peck.
Fell down the well and broke his neck
Served him right, he was doing wrong.
Should have tended to the sick, and let the well alone.

Chorus

Way down south where bananas grow,
A flea stepped on an elephant's toe.
The elephant cried, with tears in his eyes,
Why don't you pick on someone your size?

Chorus

Way up north where there's ice and snow
There lived a penguin and his name was Joe,
He got so tired of black and white,
He wore pink slacks to the dance last night.

Chorus

@kids @camp @animal
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Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T IT GRAND, TO BE BLOOMIN' WELL DEAD Sheet Music and MIDI

AIN'T IT GRAND, TO BE BLOOMIN' WELL DEAD
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T IT GRAND, TO BE BLOOMIN' WELL DEAD Sheet Music

AIN'T IT GRAND, TO BE BLOOMIN' WELL DEAD
(Leslie Sarony)
Lyrics

Lately there's nothing but trouble, grief and strife
There's not much attraction about this bloomin' life
Last night I dreamt I was bloomin' well dead
As I went to the funeral, I bloomin' well said,

Look at the flowers, bloomin' great orchids
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the corfin, bloomin' great 'andles
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead
I felt so 'appy to think that I'd popped off
I said to a bloke with a nasty, 'acking cough
Look at the black 'earse, bloomin' great 'orses
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

Look at the bearers, all in their frock coats
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at their top 'ats, polished with Guiness
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Some people there were praying for me soul
I said, 'It's the first time I've been off the dole'
Look at the mourners, bloomin' well sozzled
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

Look at the children, bloomin' excited
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the neighbours, bloomin' delighted
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Spend the insurance on merriment, for alack
'You know I shan't be with you going back.
Look at the Missus, bloomin' well laughing
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

Look at me Sister, bloomin new 'at on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at me Brother, bloomin' cigar on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
We come from clay and we all go back they say
Don't 'eave a brick it may be your Aunty May
Look at me Grandma, bloomin' great haybag
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!


Leslie Sarony was a British music hall performer from approx 1880s to 1930s, if
I recall
correctly the version I have was recorded 2 April 1932)

@death @musichall
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Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE Sheet Music and MIDI

AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE
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Traditional Folk Music - AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE Sheet Music



AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE
Lyrics

Oh, the Deacon went down, (2x)
To the cellar to pray, (2x)
He found a jug, (2x)
And he stayed all day. (2x)
Oh, the Deacon went down to the cellar to pray,
He found a jug and he stayed all day,
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

cho: I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a-gonna grieve my lord no more.
Ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.

You can't get to Heaven on roller skates,
You'll roll right by them pearly gates.

You can't get to Heaven on a rocking chair,
'Cause the Lord don't want no lazybones there.

You can't get to Heaven in a limousine,
'Cause the Lord don't sell no gasoline.

If you get to Heaven before I do,
Just drill a hole and pull me through.

If I get to Heaven before you do,
I'll plug that hole with shavings and glue.

You can't get to Heaven with powder and paint,
It makes you look like what you ain't.

You can't chew tobaccy on that golden shore,
'Cause the Lord don't have no cuspidor.

"That's all there is, there ain't no more,"
Saint Peter said as he closed the door.

There's one thing more I forgot to tell,
If you don't go to Heaven, you'll go to Hell.

I'll put my grief up on the shelf,
If you want some more, make 'em up yourself.

@camp @religion
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Traditional Folk Music - AIN' NO MO' CANE ON DE BRAZIS Sheet Music and MIDI

AIN' NO MO' CANE ON DE BRAZIS
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - AIN' NO MO' CANE ON DE BRAZIS Sheet Music

AIN' NO MO' CANE ON DE BRAZIS
Lyrics

It ain' no mo' cane on de Brazis
Oh...
Done groun' it all in molazzis,
Oh...

Better git yo' overcoat ready,
Well, it's comin' up a norther.

Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin',
Well, it's gittin' so col',my row's behin'.

Cap'n doncha do me like you did po' Shine,
Drive dat bully till he went stone-blin'.

Cap'n, cap'n, you mus'be blin',
Keep on holl'in' an' I'm almos' flyin'.

One o' dese mornin's an' it won' be long,
You gonna call me an'I'll be gone.

Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long'
To be here rollin' an' cain' go home.

Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years
All de dogs on de Brazis won' keep me here.

I b'lieve I'll go to de Brazis line,
Ef I leave you here' gonna think I's flyin'.

B'lieve I'll do like ol' Riley,
Ol' Riley walked de Brazis.

Well, de dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go,
Ol' Rattler went to howlin' 'cause de tracks too ol'.

Oughta come on de river in nineteen-O-fo',
You could fin' a dead man on every turn row.
Oughta come on de river in nineteen an' ten,
Dey was drivin' de women jes' like de men.

Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row,
Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row.

Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm,
Some in de graveyard, some goin' home.

I looked at my Ol' Hannah' an'she's turnin'red,
I looked at my podner an' he's almos'dead.

Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head,
Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead.

Well, I wonder what's de matter, somepin' mus' be wrong
We're stil I here rollin, Shorty George done gone.

Go down, Ol' Hannah, doncha rise no mo',
Ef you rise any mo' bring judgment day.
From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
collected from Mexico, Lightnin' and Dave Tippin at Central State
Farm, near Houston
@chaingang @work @jail
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Traditional Folk Music - AIKEN DRUM Sheet Music and MIDI

AIKEN DRUM
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - AIKEN DRUM Sheet Music

AIKEN DRUM
Lyrics

There was a man lived in the moon
lived in the moon, lived in the moon
There was a man lived in the moon
and his name was Aiken Drum

And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle
He played upon a ladle and his name was Aiken Drum

And his head was made of cream cheese...
And his name was Aiken Drum

And his coat was made of good roast beef....

And his breeches were made of haggis bags....

(continue to ad lib)

@food @kids
recorded by David Sear
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Traditional Folk Music - AGHADOE Sheet Music and MIDI

AGHADOE
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - AGHADOE Sheet Music

AGHADOE
(John Todhunter)
Lyrics

(For money, Shaun Davey betrays his sister, who was
hiding her rebel lover in the glen of Aghadoe in County Cork.)

There's a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe
There's a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe
Where we met my love and I, love's fair planet in the sky
In that deep and silent glen in Aghadoe

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe
There's a deep and secret glade in Aghadoe
Where I hid from the eyes of the redcoats and their spies
That year the trouble came to Aghadoe

But they tracked me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe
When the price was on his head in Aghadoe
O'er the mountain through the wood as I stole to him with food
But the bullets found his heart in Aghadoe

I walked from Mallow town to Aghadoe, Aghadoe
I took his head from the jail gate to Aghadoe
There I covered him with fern and I piled on him the cairn
Like an Irish king he sleeps in Aghadoe

@Irish @rebel
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Traditional Folk Song - AFTER THE BALL Sheet Music and MIDI

AFTER THE BALL
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - AFTER THE BALL Sheet Music

AFTER THE BALL
(Charles K. Harris)
Lyrics

A little maiden climbed an old man's knee
Begged for a story, "Do, uncle, please!"
Why are you single? Why live alone?
Have you no babies? Have you no home?"
"I had a sweetheart, years, years ago
Where she is now, pet, you will soon know.
List to the story, I'll tell it all
I believ'd her faithless, after the ball."

cho: After the ball is over,
After the break of morn,
After the dancers' leaving
After the stars are gone;
Many a heart is aching
If you could read them all
Many the hopes that have vanished
After the ball.

Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom
Softly the music playing sweet tunes;
There came my sweetheart, my love, my own,
"I wish some water, leave me alone."
When I returned, dear, there stood a man
Kissing my sweetheart, as lovers can.
Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that's all
Just as my heart was, after the ball.

Long years have passed, child, I've never wed
True to my lost love, though she is dead.
She tried to tell me, tried to explain
I would not listen, pleadings were vain.
One day a letter came from that man,
He was her brother, the letter ran;
That's why I'm lonely, no home at all
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball.

@love @nostalgia @infidelity
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Traditional Folk Music - ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN Sheet Music and MIDI

ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN Sheet Music


ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
(John Fryer)
Lyrics

I'm Blue-eyes of Scunthorpe, I need some advice,
For I've been a bad girl (why was it so nice?),
I've no one to turn to in this modern age;
So all that is left is the Lonely Hearts Page,
And Miss Home, Home, Evelyn Home.

Dear Evelyn Home, I've a problem for you,
I've slept with my boyfriend (he slept with me too),
His parents found out and blamed it on me,
And completely ignore me when I go to tea,
Dear Miss Home, Home, Evelyn Home.

Should I say I'm sorry, not do it again,
Refrain from all romance and be home by ten?
My boy says, ``Don't do it, you might drive them to
Informing your parents, then what would you do?''
Dear Miss Home, Home, Evelyn Home.

Dear Blue-eyes of Scunthorpe, I can't understand
Why you and you only are taking a stand,
It takes two to go wrong, apportion the guilt;
Your boyfriend was in it, right up to the hilt,
Says Miss Home, Home, Evelyn Home.

Dear blue-eyes of Scunthorpe, hear what I must state,
For grief and contrition it's really too late,
Unless you get married as soon as you can,
You'll regret having had carnal knowledge of man,

O dear, sighs Miss Home, as she lays down her pen,
The troubles these young women have with their men;
It's sordid, immoral, and I really can't see
Why the hell all these things never happened to me,

@love
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Traditional Folk Song - ADMIRAL BENBOW Sheet Music and MIDI

ADMIRAL BENBOW
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ADMIRAL BENBOW Sheet Music

ADMIRAL BENBOW
Lyrics

Come all you seamen bold, landed here, landed here,
It is of an Admiral brave called Benbow by his name,
How he ploughed the raging main
You shall hear, you shall hear.

Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow sailed, Benbow sailed,
What a sweet and pleasant gale when Benbow he set sail
And the enemy they turned tail
In a fright, in a fright.

Great Reuben and Benbow fought the French, fought the French,
See the boats go up and down and the bullets whizzing round
And the enemy they knocked down,
There they lie, there they lie.

Oh, Benbow lost his legs, by chain-slot, by chain-shot,
Down on his stumps did fall and so loud for mercy called,
Oh, fight on my British tars,
It is my lot, it is my lot.

When the doctor dressed the wounds Benbow cried,
Benbow cried,
Oh, pray pick me up in haste to the quarter deck my place
That the enemy I might face
Until I die, until I die.

Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow died, Benbow died,
What a shocking sight to see when they carried him away
They carried him to Se'm's'on church
There he lays, there he lays.

Printed in The Copper Family Songbook - A Living Tradition
Recorded by The Copper Family on Song For Every Season
@sailor @battle @death
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Friday, July 29, 2011

Traditional Folk Music - GREENSLEEVES Sheet Music and MIDI

GREENSLEEVES
Traditional Folk Song
Sheet Music
Traditional Folk Music - GREENSLEEVES Sheet Music

Watch and learn Greensleeves - Traditional English Folk Song with sheet music video

GREENSLEEVES
(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.)
Lyrics

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.

@courtship
recorded by Deller Consort on Best Loved Songs
also Dyer-Bennett
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Traditional Folk Music - FIELDS OF ATHENRY Sheet Music and MIDI

FIELDS OF ATHENRY
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - FIELDS OF ATHENRY Sheet Music


FIELDS OF ATHENRY
Lyrics

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."
By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.


@Irish @jail @love @parting
recorded by the Bards
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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Traditional Folk Music - COTTON-EYED JOE Sheet Music and MIDI

COTTON-EYED JOE
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - COTTON-EYED JOE Sheet Music

COTTON-EYED JOE
Lyrics

Way back yonder a long time ago
Daddy had a man called cotton-eyed joe
Blew into town on a travelin' show
Nobody danced like the Cotton eyed Joe.


CHORUS:
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-eyed Joe?

Mama's at the window
Mama's at the door
She can't see nothin' but the Cotton-eyed Joe


Daddy held the fiddle,
held the bow
He beat the hell out of Cotton-eyed Joe

Made himself a fiddle,
Made himself a bow
Made a little tune called the Cotton-Eyed Joe

Hadn't oughta been
For Cotton-eyed Joe
I'da been married some forty years ago.

Whenever there's a dance
All the women want to go
And they all want to dance with Cotton-Eyed Joe

Daddy won't say
But I think he know
Whatever happened to Cotton-eyed Joe !

@dance @fiddle
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Traditional Folk Song - SALLY GARDENS Sheet Music and MIDI

SALLY GARDENS
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song -  SALLY GARDENS Sheet Music

SALLY GARDENS
(Words: W. B. Yeats, 1889. Tune: Maids of the Mourne Shore, Trad.)
Lyrics

It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

@love @courtship @Irish
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Traditional Folk Music - POP GOES THE WEASEL Sheet Music and MIDI

POP GOES THE WEASEL
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - POP GOES THE WEASEL Sheet Music

POP GOES THE WEASEL
Lyrics

'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A half a pound of tupenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel.

@kids @animal @money
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Traditional Folk Song - ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT Sheet Music and MIDI

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT Sheet Music

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
Lyrics

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night

Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night

Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night

@lullaby @music @Welsh
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Traditional Folk Music - OH, SUSANNA Sheet Music and MIDI

OH, SUSANNA
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - OH, SUSANNA Sheet Music

OH, SUSANNA
(Stephen Foster)
Lyrics

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot, I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry

Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna a-coming down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Says I, I'm coming from the south
Susanna, don't you cry

I jumped aboard de telegraph and trabbled down de [ribber,]*
De 'lectric fluid magnified [and killed five hundred nigger.]*
De bull-gine bust, de horse run off, I really thought I'd die
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
Susanna, don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around
And when I find Susanna I will fall upon de ground
And if I do not find her, [dis darkie'll surely die]**
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.

For political correctness, DAD suggests:
* [wire], *[killed hundreds in de fire.]
**[I know I'll surely die]

@American @minstrel @music
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Traditional Folk Music - BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS Sheet Music and MIDI

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS Sheet Music

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS
Lyrics

(C) C F C / F C F G7 C Am C / C G C G G7 C Am
C F D G / C G F G7 C Am F E Am

When you're weary, Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way
See how they shine, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right
behind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind

----------------------------------------------------------------

Words and music by Paul Simon, copyright 1967 by the author.

Recorded on Songs of Paul Simon, Bridge over Troubled Waters, and
Greatest Hits.
@love
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Traditional Folk Song - I'LL FLY AWAY Sheet Music and MIDI

I'LL FLY AWAY
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - I'LL FLY AWAY Sheet Music

I'LL FLY AWAY
(Albert E. Brumley)
Lyrics

One bright morning, when this life is o'er
I'll fly away,
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away.

cho: I'll fly away (O glory)
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah bye and bye,
I'll fly away, fly away.

When the shadows of this life have gone
Like a bird from prison bars has flown

Just a few more weary days and then
To a land where joys shall never end

@gospel @religion
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Traditional Folk Song - PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON Sheet Music and MIDI

PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON Sheet Music

PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON
(Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton)
Lyrics

G Bm C G / C G A D / G Bm C G / C G AD G

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh

-------------------------
By Peter Yarrow and Leonard Tipton
On Peter, Paul & Mary's MOVING, IN CONCERT, and 10 YEARS.
Copyright 1963 Pepamar Music.
@myth @animal
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Traditional Folk Song- LORD OF THE DANCE (PAGAN) Sheet Music and MIDI

LORD OF THE DANCE (PAGAN)
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song-  LORD OF THE DANCE (PAGAN) Sheet Music

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LORD OF THE DANCE (PAGAN)
Lyrics

When She danced on the water and the wind was Her horn
The Lady danced and a universe was born
And when She lit the sun and the light gave Him birth
The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He
I'll live in you if you'll live in Me
And I'll lead you all in the dance, said He

I dance in the circle and the flames leap on high
I dance in the fire and I never, never die
I dance on the waves of the bright summer sea
For I am the Lord of the waves' mystery

I sleep in the kernel and I laugh at the rain
I dance in the wind and through the waving grain
When you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain
In the spring, I'm the Lord of the Dance once again

I dance at the Sabbat when you dance at the spell
I dance and sing that everyone be well
When the dancing's over, do not think that I am gone
To live is to dance so I dance on and on

The Lord and the Lady cast a song across the plain
The birds took the notes and sang them back again
'Til the sound of Her music was the song of the sky
And to that song, there is one reply

They danced in the darkness and They danced in the night
They danced on the Earth and everything was light
They danced in the darkness and They danced in the dawn
And the day of the dancing still goes on

I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth
And I feel the pain of dying and rebirth
And I lift my head in gladness and in praise of the day
For the Dance of the Lord and the Lady gay

I see the maidens laughing as they dance in the sun
And we count the fruits of the harvest one by one
We know the storm is coming, but the grain is all stored
So we sing to the praise of the Lady and the Lord

We dance even slower as the leaves fall and spin
And the sound of Her horn is the wailing of the wind
The call of the Hunter as He rides across the plain
While the Lady sleeps 'til the spring comes again

The Sun is in the southlands and the winds they will chill
And the sound of Her horn is fading on the hill
The herd stands in the stillness as we move in a trance
But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance

The Sun's in the southlands and the days lengthen fast
And soon we will sing of the winter that is past
But now light the candles and rejoice as they burn
We dance the Dance of the Sun's return

The snow is slowly melting and the clouds bring the rain
The Lady wakes, for the spring has come again
We dance in the meadows and we dance in the groves
And rejoice in the Lord's and the Lady's love

@myth @dance
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Traditional Folk Song - ASHOKAN FAREWELL Sheet Music and MIDI

ASHOKAN FAREWELL
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ASHOKAN FAREWELL Sheet Music


ASHOKAN FAREWELL
(Words Grian McGregor; tune Jay Ungar)
Lyrics

The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan,
The pines and the willows know soon we will part.
There's a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken,
And a love that will always remain in my heart.

My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,
The magic of dancing, of moving as one.
And a time we'll remember long ever after
The moonlight and music and dancing are done.

Will we climb the hills once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will I feel you holding me close once again?
Will every song we've sung stay with us forever?
Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?

Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping,
Over the lake the stars shine.
They wonder if you and I will be keeping,
The magic and music, or leave them behind.


recorded by Priscilla Herdman on "Forever & Always" on Flying
Fish records.
Note: One of two lyrics that Mr. Ungar has authorized. RG
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Traditional Folk Song - YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE Sheet Music and MIDI

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
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Traditional Folk Song - YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE Sheet Music

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
(Jimmie Davis & Charles Mitchell)
Lyrics

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I miss you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me to love another,
You'll regret it all some day:

CHORUS
You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between.
But not you've left me and love another;
You have shattered all my dreams:

CHORUS

Copyright 1940 and 1977 by Peer International Corporation. Jimmie Davis was a
country gospel singer who later served two terms as governor of Louisiana (mid 1
940's and early 1960's).

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Traditional Folk Song - ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN Sheet Music and MIDI

ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN Sheet Music

ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN
Lyrics

The enlisted men ride in a motor launch,
The Captain he rides in a barge,
He don't go a damned sight faster,
But it gives the old bugger a charge.

Singing turalai, urali, urali,
Singing turalai, urali, ay,
Singing turalai, urali, urali,
Singing turalai, urali, ay,

The enlisted men ride in a motor boat,
The admiral he rides in a gig,
He don't go a damned sight faster,
But it makes the old bugger feel big.

The enlisted men eat in the wardroom,
The Captain won't eat with the mob,
It ain't that he eats any better,
He don't want us to know he's a slob.

The enlisted men sleep in their hammocks,
The Captain he sleeps in a bed,
He don't sleep a damned sight better
But he's twenty feet nearer the head.

The sexual life of a camel.
Is not quite what everyone thinks,
One night in an excess of passion,
He tried to make love to the Sphinx.

Now the Sphinx's posterior regions
Are all clogged by the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the hump on the camel,
And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile.

In the process of civilization,
From arthropoid ape down to man,
The palm is awarded the Navy,
For buggering whatever it can

Further experimentation
Has incontrovertibly shown,
That comparative safety on shipboard
Is enjoyed by the hedgehog alone.

@sailor @bawdy @navy
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Traditional Folk Song - ADIEU TO BON COUNTY Sheet Music and MIDI

ADIEU TO BON COUNTY
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ADIEU TO BON COUNTY Sheet Music



ADIEU TO BON COUNTY
Lyrics

lt's a great separation my friends they have caused me,
By bearing their spite that my favor was won;
lt's a great separation, likewise a vexation,
And they shall be sorry for what they have done.

chorus:
Eat, drink, and be jolly, and care not for folly,
And drownd away sorrow in a bottle of wine;
Pass it to the boys in full-flowing bumpers,
And play on the fiddle to pass away time!

Adieu to Bon County, I'm bound for to leave you,
And seek my heart's fortune in some foreign land,
Where bottles and glasses is my greatest comfort
And when we do meet we'll jine heart and hand.
Farewell to my friends and my good old neighbors,
Likewise to the girl I'll never see more.
This world it is wide, and I'll spend it in pleasures-
I don't care for no one that don't care for me.

My fortune is small, so freely I own it,
What little I have it is all of my own.
I might have lived longer to enjoy it with pleasure,
lf my poor friends had a' let me alone.

I have money a plenty to bear my expenses,
And when it's all gone I'll chop wood and get more.
When death it comes on me I'll freely go with it,
Pay up my last dues and go with it home.
From the Samuel P. Bayard Collection; collected from Allen Wayte,
West Virginia.
@farewell @parting @drink
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Traditional Folk Song - ADIEU MADRAS Sheet Music and MIDI

ADIEU MADRAS
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ADIEU MADRAS Sheet Music

ADIEU MADRAS
Lyrics

Adieu Madras, adieu foulards,
Adieu rob' soie, adieu collier
Chou, dou-dou a\ moin lika pati
Helas, helas, ce pou toujou'
Doudou a moin, li ka pati
Helas helas, c'est pou to-jou'.

Bonjour Monsieur le Governeur
Moin vini faire une petition
Pou mande/ ou autorisation
Afin laisse/ doudou iu.

Non! non! non! non! deja\ trop tard
Batiment a deja\ sur la boure/e
Non! non! non! non! deja\ trop tard
Dans un instant appareiller.

Adieu Madras, adieu foulards!
Adieu grain d'or, adieu colliers choux!
Doudou a\ moin, li ka pati
He\las, he\las ce/ pou toujou!

Note: spelling us Stan Hugill's, as is translation below:

Farewell Madras, farewell neckerchiefs
Goodbye silk clothes, goodbye collar,
Darling, sweetheart of mine-li ka pati
Alas, alas, it is forever (repeat last 2 lines)

Good day-Governor!
I've come to make a petition.
For you to give me authorization
So as to keep my sweetheart here.

No! no! no! no! It is too late
The ship is ready at the buoy
No! no! no! no! It is too late
At this very moment she's ready to sail.

Farewell Madras, farewell neckerchiefs
Goodbye beads of gold, goodbye collars
Darling sweetheart of mine-li ka pati
Alas, alas, it is forever.

From Songs of the Sea Hugill
note: The song is said to come from the period 1830-1840; I believe it to be at
least a hundred years older. SH

@sailor @French @parting
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Traditional Folk Song - ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN Sheet Music and MIDI

ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN Sheet Music


ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN
Lyrics

Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles,
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles,
I'll never forget my mother's looks, God bless her sweetly smile.

There was an old rich farmer who lived in the neighborhood bye;
He had one lonely daughter, On her I cast my eye,
She was most tall and handsome, blue eyes and curly hair,*
There's no other girl in the wide world with her I could compare.

She was courted by three squires; so well they did agree, (2x)
But to no one like Jack the sailor who crossed the deep blue sea.

Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small, (2x)
Oh, your cheeks they are too rosy to face the cannonball.

No my cheeks are not too rosy, nor fingers not to small, (2x)
O, it would not change my conscience to see ten thousand fall.
She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down, (2x)
All among the dead and wounded, her darling Jack she found.

She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town, (2x)
She took him to the doctor, for to quickly heal the wound. '


* for 4-line verse, repeat melody to second line.

Recorded by Roscoe Holcombe, Folkways FA2317
@love @war
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Traditional Folk Song - ACROSS THE WESTERN OCEAN Sheet Music and MIDI

ACROSS THE WESTERN OCEAN
Traditional
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ACROSS THE WESTERN OCEAN
Lyrics

Oh the times are hard and the wages low
Amelia, where you bound?
The Rocky Mountains is my home
Across the Western Ocean.

It's a land of plenty there you'll see
I'm off across the Western Sea.

To Liverpool I'll make my way
To Liverpool that Yankee school.

There's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat
And Yankee John the packet rat.

Beware those packet ships, I pray,
They'll steal your stores and your clothes away.

Note: verses and tunes can be swapped with Leave Her Johnny

From Songs of the Irish in America, Meek
@sailor
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Traditional Folk Song - ADAM AND EVE Sheet Music and MIDI

ADAM AND EVE
Traditional
Traditional Folk Song - ADAM AND EVE Sheet Music

ADAM AND EVE
Lyrics

Adam and Eve could never believe that Peter the miller was dead
Shut up in a tower for stealing a flower
And never could get a relief
And never could get a relief

They bored a hole in Oliver's nose and pulled therein a string
And drew him around about the town
For murdering Charles our King
For murdering Charles our King

Adam and Eve could never believe that Peter the miller was dead
Shut up in a tower for stealing a flower
And never could get a relief
And never could get a relief

----------------------------------------------------------------
recorded by Tim Hart & Maddy Prior on "Folk Songs of Olde England Vol.1" (1968)
Oliver in the second verse is Oliver Cromwell, leader of the Parliamentary
Forces in the English Civil War who executed King Charles I in 1642.

@nonsense @game
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Traditional Folk Music - ADAM CATCHED EVE (round) Sheet Music and MIDI

ADAM CATCHED EVE (round)
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ADAM CATCHED EVE (round) Sheet Music


ADAM CATCHED EVE (round)
Lyrics

(1)Adam catched Eve by the furbelow, Adam catched Eve by the furbelow
(2)And that's the oldest catch I know, And that's the oldest catch I know,
And that's the oldest catch I know.
(3)Oh ho! did he so? Did he so? Did he so? Did he so? Did he so?
Did he so? Did he so?

This was on an old record called "Catches and Glees" (Riverside,
I think), and was also on Folk Songs of Olde Englane Vol. I, Hart and Prior
@round @bawdy
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Traditional Folk Music - ADAM GORMAN Sheet Music and MIDI

ADAM GORMAN
Traditional
Traditional Folk Music - ADAM GORMAN Sheet Music


ADAM GORMAN
Lyrics

'Twas 'round about the Martin-mass,
When north winds froze the lake,
Said Adam Gorman to his men,
"We must some castle take!"

"And what brave castle shall we take,
My merry men and me?
We will go strait to Towie House,
And see that fair ladee."

The lady from her castle wall
Looked o'er both dale and down,
When she beheld a troop of men,
Fast riding through the town.

"O see you not, my merry men all,
See you not what I see?
Methinks I see a troop of men;
I wonder who they be?"

She thought it was her loving lord,
Who homeward riding came.
It was the traitor, Adam,
Who feared not sin nor shame.

She had no sooner decked herself
In silken scarf and gown,
Than Adam Gorman, and his men,
Had close beset the town.

The lady went to her tow'r so high,
For she was in deep dismay;
To see if by fair speech she could
The traitor's purpose stay.

But when he saw the lady safe,
The gates and windows fast,
He fell into a deadly rage
And stormed at her aghast;

"Come down to me, thou lady gay,
Come down, come down to me;
This night thou shall be in my arms,
Tomorrow my bride shalt be."

"I'll not come down, thou false Gorman
I'll not come down to thee;
I'll not forsake my own dear lord,
Tho' he is far from me."

"Give up thy house, thou lady fair,
Give up thy house to me!
Or I shall burn thyself therein,
With thy dear babies three."-

"I'll not give up, thou false Gorman.
Thy threatenings I deny.
If thou dost burn my babes and me,
Then, thou my lord, shall die."

"But reach and give me my pistol,
And charge with speed my gun,
For I must pierce that savage dog
Or we shall be undone."

She from the battlements took aim
As true as she could see;
Two bullets missed the traitor's heart,
One only grazed his knee.

"Now fire the house," cried false Gorman
Enraged with vengeful ire;
False lady thou shalt rue this deed,
When shrieking in the fire."

"Woe unto thee, woe unto thee,
I paid thee well thy fee;
Why then pull out the ground wall stone
That lets in smoke to me?"

"That thou dids't pay my fee and hire,
Full well, I can't deny;
Yet now I'm Adam Gorman's man
I must obey or die."-

O then did speak her little son,
Upon his nurse's knee,
"O mother, dear, give up this house,
The smoke it smothers me."

"I would give all my gold, my child,
And likewise all my fee
For one blast of the western wind,
To blow the smoke from thee"

O then bespoke her daughter dear,
So slender, fair, and small,
"O roll me in a pair of sheets
And throw me o'er the wall."

They rolled her in a pair of sheets
And threw her o'er the wall,
But on the point of Gorman's spear
She got a deadly fall.

O lovely, lovely was her mouth:
Her cheeks were like the rose
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon the red blood flows.

Then with his spear he turned her o'er
O how her face was wan!
"I might have spared that lovely face
To be some man's delight."

"Prepare, prepare, my merry men all,
Ill tidings I do guess:
I cannot see that lovely face
So pale upon the grass."

"Who looks for grief, my master, dear,
Grief still will follow them :
Shall it be said that Gorman bold
Was daunted by this dame?"

But when the lady saw the fire
Come flaming o'er her head,
She wept, and kissed her children dear;
"My babes will soon be dead."-

Then Gorman did his bugle blow
And said, "Away, away!
Since Towie House is all in flames,
We must no longer stay."

And then looked up her own dear lord,
As he came o'er the lea;
He saw his castle in a blaze
As far as he could see.

Then sorely did his mind misgave,
And his heart was full of woe:
"Put on, put on, my trusty men
As fast as you can go!"

"For life and death, my trusty men,
Put on, put on, amain !
For he that doth the hindmost lag
Shall ne'er my favor gain."

Then some did ride, and some did run
No swifter flew the wind;
For each cried, "Woe upon the head
Of him who lags behind."-

But e'er the foremost could come up,
The flames had spread so wide,
The tender babes were burnt alive.
Their mother with them died.

Her lord did wildly rent his hair
And wept in woeful mood :
"Ah, traitors, for this cruel deed
You shall weep tears of blood."-

Full fast false Gorman he pursu'd
With many a bitter tear,
And in his cowardly own heart's blood
Revenged his lady dear.

Child #178
Roud-80
From Ballads Migrant in New England, Flanders
Collected from Lily DeLorme, Cadyville, NY 1943
@battle @murder
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