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Posted: 17-Feb-2004, 04:12 PM
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Boys Of Bedlam
Words - Trad. Music - Nick Jones


Verse 1
[Dm]For to see mad Tom of Bed - [C]lam
Ten [Dm]thousand miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty [C]toes
For to [Dm]save her shoes from gravel.

Chorus
[Dm]Still I sing bonnie boys bonnie mad[C]boys,
[Dm]Bedlam boys are bonnie.
For they all go bare and they live by the [C]air
And they [Dm]want no [C]drink nor [Dm]money.

Verse 2
I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to get me food one morning,
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a turning.

Chorus

Verse 3
Me staff has murdered giants
And me bag a long knife carries.
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies.

Chorus

Verse 4
This spirit's white as lightning
Would on me travels guide me.
The moon would shake and the stars would quake
When ever they espied me.

Chorus

Instrumental

Verse 5
And when that I have murdered
The man in the moon to a powder.
His stall I'll break and his doct I'll shake
And they'll howl no demon louder.

Chorus

Verse 6
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I'd travel.
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel.

Chorus

Finish.
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Posted: 17-Feb-2004, 04:17 PM
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Englands famous Thief- We do this one! Great song!


Gamble Gold (Robin Hood)
Trad. Arr -

Intro
[G] [C] [G] [D] (X2)

Verse 1
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]There chanced to be a [C]pedlar bold
A [G]pedlar bold he [D7]chanced to be
He [G]rolled his pack all [Am]on his back
And [C]he came trippin' [D]o'er the lea[C] [D]

By [G]chance he met two [C]troublesome blades
[G]Troublesome blades they [D7]chanced to be
[G]One of them was [Am]Robin Hood
The [C]other was Little [D]John so free[C] [D]

Chorus
[Em]Gentle - [Bm]men of [G]high born [D]blood
[G]Gam - [G/B]ble [C]Gold [G/B]and [D]Rob - [D7/F#]in [G]Hood
[C] [G] [D]

Verse 2
"Oh pedlar, pedlar what's in the pack?
Come speedily and tell to me".
"I've several suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two or three".

"If you have suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two or three".
"Then 'by my body'" cries Robin Hood
"Half your pack belongs to me".

Chorus

Verse 3
"Oh no, oh no" says the pedlar bold
"No that can never be
There's never a man in Nottingham
Can take one half my pack from me"

Then Robin Hood he drew his sword
And the pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow
And he cries "Pedlar hold your hand!"

Chorus

Verse 4
"Oh pedlar, pedlar what's thy name?
Come speedily and tell to me".
"I'm Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,
I've travelled far beyond the sea".

"If you're Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,
Then my cousin you must be
Let us away to a tavern near
And bottles crack most merrily".

LastChorus
[Em]Gentle - [Bm]men of [G]high born [D]blood
[G]Gam - [G/B]ble [C]Gold [G/B]and [D]Rob - [D7/F#]in [G]Hood
[C] [G] [D] [G]
[G]Gam - [G/B]ble [C]Gold [G/B]and [D]Rob - [D7]in [G]Hood

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Posted: 19-Feb-2004, 02:21 PM
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John Barleycorn appeared in the Journal of Folk Song Society Volume VIII, 41. It was printed in the reign of James I but is said to be much older. There were several 17th century broadsides of the song (see Bruce Olsen's Scarce Songs "Sir John Barleycorn" for original texts). It was well-known throughout England. Variants from Sussex, Hampshire, Surrey, Somerset and Wiltshire were published in the Journal of Folk Song Society.

The ballad relates the tale of the Corn King, or Corn-God. According to James George Frazier's The Golden Bough, the Corn King was selected from the men of the tribe, treated as a king for a year, then at a pre-set time, danced the corn maze and was killed. His body was then dragged through the fields so the blood would run in the furrows and make the barley grow. Afterwards, he himself may have been eaten.

The barley was made into cakes and stored for the winter. Around the solstice, when it was evident the sun would come back for another year, the cakes were given to children to imbue them with the spirit of the corn king. They were called 'soal cakes' (soul cakes), and in England, kids still go a-soalin' for cookies. (Thank you, John Davis for the information!)

Barley is an ancient crop and was the chief bread grain in Europe as late as the 16th century.


John Barleycorn- Trad.


There was three men came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn should die.
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Throwed clods upon his head,
And these three man made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn was dead.

Then they let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
Then little Sir John sprung up his head,
And soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John he growed a long beard
And so became a man.

They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled him and tied him by the waist,
And served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he served him worse than that,
For he bound him to the cart.

They wheeled him round and round the field
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn mow
of poor John Barleycorn.
They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he served him worse than that,
For he ground him between two stones.

Here's little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl,
And brandy in a glass;
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger man at last.
And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettles or pots
Without a little of Barleycorn.
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  Posted: 19-Feb-2004, 05:51 PM
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Here's one that's been done by The Chieftains, Thin Lizzy and Metallica...

Title: Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting,
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier,
Saying Stand and Deliver for I am a bold deceiver.

Chorus:
Musha-re-ta-ta-do-ta-ta-da,
Whack for my Daddio,
Whack for my Daddio,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I counted up the money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny,
She sighed and she swore that she ne'er would betray me,
But the devil take the women for you know she tricked me easy. (Chorus)

I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water,
She sent for Captain Farrell, to be ready for the slaughter. (Chorus)

'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of soldiers and likewise Captain Farrell,
When I drew my pistol, for she had stole away my sabre,
I couldn't shoot with water, so a prisoner I was taken. (Chorus)

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I but knew his station in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Kilkenny,
He'd treat me a damn sight better than my darling sporting Jenny. (Chorus)


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  Posted: 22-Jun-2004, 12:35 PM
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The Moonshiner


G C
Verse 1: I've been a moonshiner for many a year
D G
I spent all my money on whiskey and beer
G C
I'll go to some hollow and set up my still
D G
I'll make you a gallon for a two-dollar bill


Chorus: I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
If you don't like me, just leave me alone
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry
And if moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

Verse 2: I'll go to some hollow in this count-ar-y
Ten gallons of wash - I can go on a spree
No woman to follow, the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine

Chorus:

Verse 3: Moonshine, dear moonshine, oh, how I love thee
You killed my poor father, but dare you try me
Bless all the moonshiners and bless the moonshine
Its breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine

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Posted: 28-Jun-2004, 12:51 PM
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How was that corn one about drunkerd's outlaws and madmen? Were they made because they tried to kill corn...or was it barley?


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Shane Crossagh


It's up the heathery mountains and down the rocky glen
Squire Staples has gone hunting Shane Crossagh and his men
With forty mounted yeomen that galloped in a stream
They swear they'll 'gin the gallows' work when they come back again.

Shane Crossagh was a plough boy that ploughed in Ballynascreen
But now he is an outlaw for the wearing of the green
'Twas in the Sperrin Mountains far, far from Ballynascreen
They set the bloodhounds on his track
For the wearing of the green.

Then up spoke Torrens the farmer -- "We have him now, I know
The bloodhounds are upon his track-- his back to the River Roe.
The man he must be weary, a long chase it has been,
For three long days and fasting since he left Ballynascreen."

Shane Crossagh had a wolf dog that ne'er parted him.
And as the hounds they all ran round, he pulled them limb from limb.
'Tis then up spoke the outlaw, as the tears began to flow
"My gallant hound, we'll both go free if we can leap the Roe."

Then up the hound he gave a bounce -- "Crossagh, now I know!"
And with a shout they both jumped out and leaped the River Roe.
"Mark me Squire Staples, if you come back again,
You well may wish the River Roe 'tween Crossagh and his men."

The Feeny Bridge was broken, and on a search was seen,
For them a fearful token, a bunch of holly green.
'Tis then cried Squire Staples, "Crossagh, let me live,
And for your hounds a thousand pounds in yellow gold I'll give."

'Tis bound is Squire Staples -- you'll find him in the glen.
His forty yeoman taken by seven gallant men.
By seven gallant outlaws -- seven gallant men.
And with despair they tore their hair, and Shane ran free again.


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Posted: 28-Jun-2004, 02:44 PM
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The Wild Rover

G C
I've been a wild rover for many's the year,
G C D G
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer;
But now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.


D G
And it's no, nay, never -
C
No, nay, never, no more
G C
Will I play the wild rover -
G D G
No, never, no more!


I went into an alehouse that I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit; she answered me "Nay,
Such a custom as yours I can have any day!".

Chorus

The out of my pocket I pulled sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best,
And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest!".

Chorus

I'll go home to my parents - confess what I've done,
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son;
And, if they caress me, as oft times before,
Then I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus

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Posted: 19-Jul-2004, 03:03 PM
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In 1701 a chimney sweeper named Jack Hall was hanged for burglary. When a child Jack Hall had been sold to a chimney sweep for a guinea. According to Sharp the song was written before 1719 because there is reference to a tune "Chimney Sweep"which has the same metre as Jack Hall in a publication that year.

The tune is related to Admiral Benbow. Because of the fact Admiral Benbow died in 1702 Sharp supposes that Jack Hall is the earlier tune.

The song was made popular in the 1850s with the adaptation Sam Hall by English comic minstrel, C.W. Ross, in the 1850's

Jack Hall
Oh my name it is Jack Hall,
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep,
Oh my name it is Jack Hall, chimney sweep.
Oh my name it is Jack Hall,
And I've robb'd both great and small,
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die, when I die,
And my neck shall pay for all when I die.

I have twenty pounds in store,
that's no joke, that's no joke,
I have twenty pounds in store, that's no joke.
I have twenty pounds in store
And I'll rob for twenty more,
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die, when I die,
And my neck shall pay for all when I die.

O they tell me that in goal
I shall die, I shall die
O they tell me that in goal, I shall die.
O they tell me that in goal
I shall drink no more brown ale,
But be dash'd if ever I fail
Til I die, til I die
But be dash'd if ever I fail till I die.

O I rode up Tyburn Hill
In a cart, in a cart
O I rode up Tyburn Hill in a cart.
O I rode up Tyburn Hill,
and 'twas there I made my will,
Saying, "The best of friends must part,
So, farewell, so, farewell."
Saying, "The best of friends must part
So, farewell."

Up the ladder I did grope,
that's no joke, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke.
Up the ladder I did grope,
and the hangman spread the rope,
O but never a word said I,
coming down, coming down,
O never a word said I coming d
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Posted: 19-Jul-2004, 06:13 PM
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Some good songs listed here smile.gif I'll have to go through my mp3 list and see if I can find any good ones that aren't listed yet.


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