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Silver Dagger
03:41
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Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on summer morning
First they first appear and then gone again.
Don't sing love songs you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride.
"All men are false," says my mother
"They'll tell you pretty loving lies
The very next evening they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh."
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
On every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.
Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.
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Ottogesima Ottava
01:10
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Tourdion
02:00
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Quand je bois du vin clairet
Ami tout tourne, tourne, tourne, tourne...
Aussi désormais je bois
Anjou ou Arbois.
Chantons et buvons
À ce flacon faisons la guerre
Chantons et buvons
Mes amis; buvons donc!
Buvons bien là, buvons donc
À ce flacon faisons la guerre
En mangeant d’un gras jambon
À ce flacon faisons la guerre.
Translation:
When I drink Bordeaux wine
My friend, everything turns, turns, turns, turns...
So from now on I'll drink
Wine of Anjou or Arbois.
Let's sing and drink:
Let's declare war on that wine flask!
Let's sing and drink
My friends; let's drink, then!
Let's drink well, let's drink then
On this bottle, let us make war
While eating a fat ham
Let's make war on this flask.
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There was a lady in the north
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
And she’s fallen in love with her father’s clerk
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
She’s leaned her back against a thorn
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
And there twa bonnie boys has she borne
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
She’s ta’en with her little penknife
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
And she’s twain t’ twa bonnie boys o’er their lives
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
She’s buried them ‘neath the marble stay
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
Then take the maiden to her father’s hame
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
She’s looked out from her father’s hall
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
And she’s spied the twa bonnie boys playin’ at th’ ball
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
"O’ bonnie bairns, ga’en ye were mine"
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
"I’ll clad ye up in silks so fine"
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
"O’ cruel mother, when we were thine"
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
"You did na prove to us so kind"
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
"O’ bonnie bairns, come tell to me"
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
"What kind o’ hell I’ll hae to gae"
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
"Seven years a fish in the sea"
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
"And seven long years a bud on the tree"
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
"Seven years you’ll turn to the warnin’ bell"
Aye, the roads and the landsy-o
"And in seven years be doon into hell"
Down by the greenwood sidey-o.
Welcome, welcome, fish in the sea
Welcome, welcome, bud on the tree
Welcome, an’ turn to the warnin’ bell
But God keep me ‘fraid o’ th’ flames o’ hell.
There was a lady in the north...
(Aye/Down/Welcome)
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Hame cam oure gudeman at e'en
And hame came he:
And there he saw a saddle horse
Where horse should nae be
"Oh! how's this? and what's this? And wha's may he be?
How cam this horse here with-out the leave of me?"
"Ye silly, blind, doited carl
And blinder may ye be;
It's but a bonnie milk-cow my minny sent to me."
"Milk cow!" quo' he
"Ay, milk cow," quo' she
"O far hae I rid-den, and mickle hae I gaen
But a saddle on a mil-cow saw I never nane."
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Three Nights Drunk
01:52
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The first night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
I found three horses in my yard
Where my horse oughta be
Come here my pretty little miss
Explain this thing to me
Oh what do these three horses here
Where my horse oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only three sweet milking cows
My mammy sent to me
Well I've traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
But a saddle upon a milkcow's back
I never did see before.
The second night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
I found three coats hanging on the rack
Where my coat oughta be
Come here my pretty little miss
Explain this thing to me
How come three coats hanging on the rack
Where my coat oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only a bedquilt
My mammy sent to me
Well I've traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
Pockets upon a bedquilt
I never did see before.
The third night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
I found three heads laying on the pillow
Where my head oughta be
Come here my pretty little miss
Explain this thing to me
How come three heads laying on the pillow
Where my head oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only three nice cabbage heads
My mammy sent to me
Well I’ve traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
But a mustache on a cabbage head
I never did see before.
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From a miracle witnessed above Galilee
To the shores of Iberia stolen from sea
To the watery alleys of traders and thieves
As a gift between bishop and emperor Holy
Prize of a foreign queen sent home again
Clock in a silver glove swept up the Thames
To the worship of thousands, benevolent fame
To the memory of England, the Hand of St. James.
Captured by Herod and put to the sword,
His followers willed up their word to the Lord,
They sailed to the banks of the bay of Biscay
Wherein far away peace St. James’ body was laid.
My sinews grew thin and I loosed from the bone
Of the body for six hundred years I’d called home
A Suebian tomb raider pried me a part
And since I’ve been lost to my meadow of stars.
The centuries flowed by like the watery ways
That wind ever slowly through Venice’s maze,
It’s there that I waited in desolate sleep
Till another escorted me northward to keep.
And what am I here for to ornate the hall
Of a sooty dark castle encircled by walls?
But hope come one night from a woman of worth
Who spirits me west to a small island berth.
Preferred by a lion through chivalry tame
I found myself placed on the altar of fame
While wayfarers walked the high road to St. James
The islanders brought me their sick and their lame.
(Eu son a man esquerda…)
Now people come visit from far and from near
Though I’ve been severed for five hundred years
And I’m in my prime but I know from the past
That a moment of might holds no power to last.
From a miracle witnessed above Galilee
To the shores of Iberia stolen from sea
To the watery alleys of traders and thieves
As a gift between bishop and emperor Holy
Prize of a foreign queen sent home again
Clock in a silver glove swept up the Thames
To the worship of thousands, benevolent fame
To the memory of England, the Hand of St. James.
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Freelance Nun is a duo-collective led by Tracy Cowart & Sian Ricketts. Together they make interdisciplinary art that is unconstrained by time period, genre, or style.
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