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Two sisters at the river's brim
Bow it down, bow it down
Two sisters at the river's brim
Bow it down to me
Two sisters at the river's brim
The eldest pushed the youngest in
True true to your true love
And he'll prove true to thee
O sister dear give me your hand
And you can have my house and land
No I won't give to you my hand
But I will have your house and land
O sister dear give me your glove
And you can have my own true love
No I won't give to you my glove
But I shall have your own true love
O first she sank and second she swam
Until she reached the miller's dam
The miller threw out his fishing hook
And caught her by the petticoat
He stripped her from her toe to her chin
And then he threw her in again
First she sank and second she swam
Until she reached her long-sought home
The miller was hanged for her sake
Her sister burned up tied to a stake
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Finest Flower
04:09
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The wind it blows today my love
And a few small drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And she in the grave is lain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
For twelve months and a day
The twelve months and a day being done
The dead began to speak
O who sits weeping on my grave
And will not let me sleep
Tis I your love sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss from your clay cold lips
And that is all I seek
Your lips are as the roses sweet
Mine as the sulphur strong
And if you get one kiss from my lips
Your time will not be long
Tis down in yonder garden green love
Where we used to walk
The finest flowere that e'er was seen
Is withered to a stalk
Withered and dried it is sweetheart
And the flower will ne'er return
And since I lost my own true love
What can I do but mourn
Mourn not for me my own true love
Mourn not for me I pray
For I must leave you and the world
And go into my grave.
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Rainbow
03:49
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Last night I dreamed of my true love
All in my arms I held her
But I awoke, she was not there
Now I must live without her
Her yellow hair, like strands of gold
Was streaming over my pillow
Oh, she's the only one I love
My rainbow mid the willow
I searched for her high and I searched for her low
I made some low inquiries
But they all said, "No, we've seen no such
We would have no such in our keeping"
But when she heard from me those words
She whispered low at her window
"Oh honey I'd be in your company
But locks and chains doth hinder"
Now when I heard those words of hers
I swore that room I would enter
Or I would pray or know the reason why
She was locked and chained within there
Up stepped her father, stern and wise
Likewise two stalwart brothers
"Before you enter that locked room
In your life's blood you'll wallow"
They've taken away my own true love
Now tears do wet my pillow
Oh, she's the only one I love
My rainbow mid life's willow
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Rained a Mist
06:28
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It rained a mist it hailed a mist
It rained all over the world
and all the boys in London Town
Went out a-tossing ball
First they tossed it again so hgh
And then again so low
They tossed it nto the gracious garden
Where nobody there could go
Come in come in my own dear boy
Come in come in she said
Come in come in my dear little thing
You shall have your ball and play
I can't come in I won't come in
Unless some of my playmates come too
For it is a sin if I ever come in
I'll never get out no more
First she showed him a mellow apple
And then a gay gold ring
And tnhen she showed him a ripe bunch of cherries
To entice that littlle boy in
She took him by his little white hand
Led him to the garden green
She took him to the cellar so deep
Where no-one could hear his sweet name
Come put my prayerbook in my hand
And the Bible at my feet
If any of my playmates ask for me
You can tell them I'm asleep
Come put my prayerbook in my hand
And the Bible at my head
If any of my playmates ask for me
You can tell them I am dead
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King Henry
03:44
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A Princess was I in a castle high
King Henry has set me free
As I walked out and in again
T'was from the dead the living came
O Six there were and seven there'll be
A napkin hung on a silver pin
All for to wipe my tears of sin
Now I'm the queen in a castle high
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Lady Dysie
05:32
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There was a king and a glorious king
a king a king of noble fame
he had a daughter fair and bright
lady dysie was her name
She had a boy and a kitchen boy
kitchen boy of mighty scorn
she loved him sweet she loved him long
but o the grass o'ergrew the corn
all on a night and a winters night
the king the king could take no rest
he has come to his daughters bed
wandering like any ghost,
rise lady dysie rise
rise rise and put on your gown
I see that where you went so slim
I fear that now you go so round
if I do despise me not
he and he is all my joy
and I would give my house and land
that I could marry my kitchen boy
the king has called his merry men all
all of thirty all of three
catch to me this pretty young boy
catch him kill him secretly
they have caught this pretty young boy
caught him twixt two feather beds
nothing was heard and nothing was spoke
til this young boy was smothered and dead
and they cut out his pretty young heart
put it in a cup of gold
given it to his lady dysie
saying lady now behold
come to me my honey my heart
come to me my sweet my joy
come to me my honey my heart
my love my one my kitchen boy
and she has taken this cup of gold
she has laid it on a stone
saying better I love this bonny young boy
than you and all my fathers land
and she has taken him heart in hand
she has laid it on the floor
the tears sprang dazzling from her eyes
but o the heart it bled no more
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We plow and sow, we’re so very, very low,
That we delve in the dirty clay;
Till we bless the plain with the golden grain,
And the field with the fragrant hay.
Our place we know, we’re so very, very low,
’Tis down at the landlord’s feet;
We’re not too low the grain to grow,
But too low the bread to eat.
Down, down we go, we’re so very, very low,
To the hell of the deep-sunk mines;
But we gather the proudest gems that glow,
When the crown of the despot shines;
And when’er he lacks, upon our backs
Fresh loads he deigns to lay;
We’re far too low to vote the tax,
But not too low to pay.
We’re low, we’re low—we’re very, very low,—
And yet from our fingers glide
The silken floss and the robes that glow
Round the limbs of the sons of pride;
And what we get, and what we give,
We know, and we know our share;
We’re not too low the cloth to weave,
But too low the cloth to wear.
We’re low, we’re low, we’re very, very low,
And yet when the trumpets ring,
The thrust of a poor man’s arm may go
Through the heart of the proudest king.
We’re low, we’re low—mere scum, we know—
We’re only the rank and the file;
We’re not too low to kill the foe,
But too low to share the spoil.
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Wallington
05:51
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When we were silly sisters, seven sisters so mild,
Five went to bride bed and five dead with child.
Then it's up spoke young Mary and it's single she'd bide,
For if ever she was in man's bed, the same death she'd die.
“Oh it's take no vows, Mary, for fear they broke be,
For there's a knight in Wallington asking good will of thee.”
“Oh if there's a knight, mother, asking good will of me,
Then it's in three quarters of a year you may bury me.”
Well, she had not been in Wallington three quarters and a day
Till she was big with baby as any lady.
“Oh where's the boy in this town that will run swift and true?”
Then it's up spoke a little page-boy, “Your bidding I'll do!”
“Give respects to my mother and tell her what's done;
Ask her how she likes the news; she's lost all but one.”
When her mother she heard this in anger cried she
And she's kicked out at the table with her foot and her knee.
Then she's called for her serving-maid and also her groom:
“Bring me my riding cloak and saddle the brown.”
But when they came to Wallington, into Wallington Hall
There were four and twenty ladies there that let the tears fall.
Oh her daughter had a scope into her cheek and her chin,
For to keep her sweet life until her mother come in.
Now she's taken out a razor that was both sharp and fine
And from out of her left side took the heir of Wallington.
“Oh, there is a race in Wallington, that I rue full sore
Though the cradle be well prepared, the bride-bed is bare.”
When we were silly sisters, seven sisters so mild,
Five went to bride bed and five dead with child.
Then it's up spoke young Mary and it's single she'd bide,
For if ever she was in man's bed, the same death she'd die.
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Talk About Suffering
02:55
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Talk about suffering here below
And let's keep a-loving Jesus.
Talk about suffering here below
And let's keep a-following Jesus.
Oh, don't you hear it, sisters*?
And don't you want to go?
And leave this world of sorrow
And trouble here below.
The gospel train is coming
Oh, don't you want to go?
And leave this world of trials
And troubles here below.
*sisters, brothers, children
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Cath and Phil Tyler Newcastle, UK
Cath & Phil Tyler play Anglo-American folk music using guitar, banjo, voice and fiddle. Coming together musically through a shared love of traditional narrative song, full voiced sacred harp singing and sparse mountain banjo, they have performed on stages as diverse as the Royal Opera House in London and a dank tower in the old city walls of Newcastle. ... more
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