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The Maid on the Shore
04:06
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There was a young maiden who sat by the shore
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
No one could she find to comfort her mind
As she sat all alone on the shore
There was a sea captain who sailed on the sea
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
I’ll die, I’ll die! The captain did cry
If I can’t have that maid on the shore, oh!
The captain had silver, the captain had gold
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
This he would give to his jolly ship’s crew
If they’d bring him that maid from the shore
So slowly, oh slowly, she came up on board
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
He seated her down in the cabin below
Adieu to all sorrow and woe
She seated herself in the bow of the ship
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
She sang so sweet, genteel, and complete
That she sang all the seamen to sleep
She sang all the seamen to sleep
She took all his silver, partook of his gold
Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh!
She took a broadsword to make her an oar
To paddle her back to the shore
Your men must be foolish, your men must be mad
Your men must be filled with despair, oh
I’ve deluded them all as well as yourself
And again I’m a maid on the shore
And again I’m a maid on the shore
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2. |
Green Grass Growing
03:17
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3. |
Dorothy May
05:51
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Their time was coming
Their kingdom was nigh
They went a-running towards the sky
She reads the good words
She sings the rhymes
She lays her pillow in salt brine
Can you hear the trumpets ringing out?
Can you feel the fires raining down?
What's a shovelful of broken ground?
Can you hear the trumpets?
Lay me down, sleeping peacefully
Like a bird from a snare I'll be released
Raise me up, singing joyfully
In that land, I'll with Jehovah be
He minds his linens
Sundays are for black
The story's god-given:
They're not going back
No they can’t go back.
He plies his blessings
He knows he's been picked
But she's had no message as it was writ
As it was writ
Can you hear the trumpets ringing out?
Can you feel the fires raining down?
What's a shovelful of broken ground?
Can you hear the trumpets?
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them now?
Lay me down, sleeping peacefully
Like a bird from a snare i'll be released
And raise me up, singing joyfully
In that land, I'll with Jehovah be
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4. |
Ca' the Yowes
04:19
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Ca’ the Yowes, oh, to the nowes
Oh, ca’ them where the heather grows
Oh ca’ them where the burnie rowes
My bonnie dearie
As I went down the water side
Was there, I met my shepherd bride
She rolled me sweetly in her plaid
And she called me her dearie
Will you go down the water side
To see the waves so sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide
The moon it shines full clearly
You shall have gowns and ribbons neat
Calf leather shoes upon your feet
And in my arms you’ll lie and you’ll sleep
And you will be my dearie
If you’ll but stand to what you said
I’ll go with you, my shepherdess
And you may rowe me in your plaid
And I will be your dearie
As waters wimple to the sea
As day breaks in the lift so high
Till clay cold death does blind my eye
You will be my dearie
So ca’ the yowes to the nowes
Oh ca’ them where the heather grows
Oh ca’ them where the Burnie Rowes
Oh my bonnie dearie
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5. |
Hares on the Mountain
05:17
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Oh Sally my dear, it’s you I’d be kissing
Oh Sally my dear, it’s you I’d be kissing
She smiled and replied you don’t know what you’re missing
If all the young maids were like blackbirds and thrushes
If young maids could sing like the blackbirds and thrushes
How many young men would go beating the bushes?
If all the young maids were ducks on the water
If all the young maids were ducks on the water
How many young men would undress and dive under?
If all the young maids were hares on the mountain
If all the young maids were hares on the mountain
How many young men would take guns and go hunting?
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
She smiled and replied then you’d say I’d misled
If all the young men were rushes a-growing
If all the young men were rushes a-growing
How many young maids would take scythes and go mowing?
If all the young men were sheep in the meadow
If all the young men were sheep in the meadow
How many young maids would be burning the tallow?
If all the young men were hares on the mountain
If all the young men were hares on the mountain
How many young maids would take guns and go hunting?
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7. |
Northlands
07:04
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Well there was a young man, came from the northlands
And he came a-wooing me
And he said he would take me to the northlands
And there he would marry me
“Go and fetch me some of your father’s gold
And some of your mother’s fee
And two of the best horses from out your stable door
Where they're standing but thirty-and-three”
So she’s mounted her on a milk-white steed
And he on a dapple grey
And they’ve rode till they came to the broad seashore
Was three hours before break of day
“Oh, light off, light off, your milk-white steed
And deliver it unto me
For it’s six pretty maidens I here have drowned
And the seventh one surely will be thee”
“Oh take off, take off your silken gown
And give it unto me
For I think it is too fine and gay
To rot all in the salt sea”
“If I must take off my silken gown
Then turn your back on me
For it is not right for a man such as you
A naked young woman to see”
So he has turned his back on her
To watch the leaves so green
And she has grabbed him 'round the middle so small
And tumbled him into the deep
And he swam low and he swam high
And he swam till he came to the side
“For one pull of your hand, my pretty fair one,
I swear I will make you my bride”
“Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted young man
Lie there instead of me
For it’s six pretty maidens, oh, you here have drowned,
And the seventh one shall not be me
No, the seventh one has drowned thee.”
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8. |
Unmarked
03:00
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Don’t worry
Don’t wait around
Just leave me in the ground
I’m not trying to get lost
And I don’t care if I am found
Don’t leave
Don’t stay
I didn’t know that you were coming
I’m not real
I’m not fake
I’m just singing something
I’m just singing something
I’m just telling ghost stories
Take off that winded skin
It’ll put you back together
Don’t let that story in
It doesn’t know you any better
Don’t leave
Don’t stay
Don’t you know that they’re coming
You’re not real
You’re not fake
You’re just singing something
You’re just singing someone
You’re just telling ghost stories
You’re just telling ghost stories
You’re just telling ghost stories
And I’m just singing
And I’m just singing along
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9. |
Catherine Wheel
04:45
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Hey little darling if you were mine
Wouldn’t have any more reason to fight
Wouldn’t have any more reason to steal
Wouldn’t end up on that Catherine wheel
Wouldn’t end up on that Catherine wheel
Hey little darling if I were yours
Be all the same reason to go the same course
All the same reason to sail the same way
Love won’t get you another day
Love won’t get you another day
Hey little darling if you were mine
I think it would make the whole world fine
I think it would set the whole world straight
Wouldn’t end up on that gibbet gate
Wouldn’t end up on that gibbet gate
Hey little darling if I were yours
The whole damn world would come through those doors
The whole damn world would come to our bed
Take no rest till they had our heads
Take no rest till they had our heads
Hey little darling if you were mine
I’d think I’d just one thing right
Think I’d done just one thing good
Loving you the best I could
Loving you the best I could
Hey little darling if I were yours
History would go the same course
The story would still have the same end
So let’s keep fighting while we can
Let’s keep fighting while we can
Hey little darling if you were mine
I wouldn’t have any more reason to fight
Wouldn’t have any more reason to steal
Wouldn’t end up on that Catherine wheel
Wouldn’t end up on that Catherine wheel
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10. |
You Left This
06:50
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You left this in my hands
You left this in my hands
Dark door closing on your plans
You left this in my hands
You left this in my feet
You left this in my feet
Dark door closing where we meet
You left this in my feet
You left this in my chest
You left this in my chest
Dark door closing on the rest
You left this in my chest
You left me in the shade
You left me in the shade
Icebox melting all you made
You left me in the shade
You left me in the woods
You left me in the woods
Green grass growing where you stood
You left me in the woods
You left this in my head
You left this in my head
Old song ringing for the dead
You left this in my head
You left this in my hands
You left this in my hands
Dark door closed on all your plans
So you left this in my hands
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Fern Maddie Vermont
fern maddie is an old-time balladeer, multi-instrumentalist, and songwriter. she lives in the woods of northern vermont (n'dakinna) where she makes music and tends goats.
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