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Trad Song Tuesdays I

by Piers Cawley

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1.
A roving on a winter's night A drinking good old wine Just thinking all about that pretty little girl She stole this heart of mine She is just like the bud of rose That blooms in the month of June She is like some musical instrument Been lately placed in tune So perhaps it is a trip to a foreign land Some trip to France or Spain Yet though I go 10,000 miles I'm coming back again Tell me who is going to shoe your pretty little food Tell me who's gonna glove your tiny hand And who is going to kiss your sweet, sweet lips Tell me who will be your man I'll love you 'til all the seas run dry And the rocks all melt in the sun I'll love you 'til the day I die Though you'll never be my own A roving on a winter's night And a drinking good old wine Just a thinking all about that pretty little girl She broke this heart of mine
2.
John Hamilton wagered a wager for four hundred guineas and ten That he would go down London City and never speak aught but sing So he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan So he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan Policemen came running and shouting a mad man's coming along Soon we shall see who he is and we'll soon put an end to his song Still he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan Still he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan They took him before the justice to see if who he would be Still he sang eetie fie addity on with his singing went he They brought him a pen and a paper to see if he would write Still he sang eetie fie addity on with his singing all night Still he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan Still he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan Then in came the justice's daughter a beautiful woman was she Saw John Hamilton singing and on him she cast her eye Oh daddy go open the chamber and let the young gentleman in See that you use him genteelly and give him a bottle of wine But still he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan Still he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan John Hamilton put his hand in his pocket, he made all the shillings to fly Give a gold ring to the lady and on with his singing went he Still he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan Still he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan John Hamilton won him a wager for four hundred guineas and ten Come home with the justice's daughter and that put and end to his song She loved him for crackling his fingers, she loved him for singing his song Loved him fie eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan And he sang tay aye addity, tay aye addity tan And he sang eetie fie addity, tay aye addity tan
3.
Oh the heart is the fortune of all womankind She's always controlled, she's always confined Confined by her parents until she's a wife Then bound to her husband the rest of her life Oh I am poor girl my fortune is sad I've long time been courted by the wagoner's lad He courted me truly by night and by day But now he is loaded and driving away Your parents don't like me because I am poor They say I'm not worthy to enter your door I work for my living, my money's my own And them that don't like me can leave me alone Your horses are hungry go feed them some hay Come sit here beside me as long as you may My horses ain't hungry they won't eat your hay Oh fair thee well darling I'm for driving away Your saddle needs greasing, your whip's for to mend come sit down beside me as long as you can My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand So fair thee well darling I can no longer stand Oh I can love little, or I can love long I can love an old sweetheart til a new one comes 'long I can hug and can kiss 'em and prove to 'em kind I can turn my back on them and also my mind I'll go to yon mountain, yon mountain so high Where the wild birds can see me and hear my sad cry Where the wild birds can see me and hear my sad mourn For I am a poor girl and my lovyer is gone
4.
Oh the holly bears a berry as white as the milk And Mary bore Jesus and wrapped him in silk And Mary bore Jesus, our saviour for to be And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Holly! Holly! The first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Now the holly bears a berry as green as the grass And Mary bore Jesus who died on the Cross And Mary bore Jesus, our saviour for to be And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Holly! Holly! The first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Now the holly bears a berry as black as the coal And Mary bore Jesus who died for us all And Mary bore Jesus, our saviour for to be And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Holly! Holly! The first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Now the holly bears a berry as blood it is red And we trust in our saviour who rose from the dead And Mary bore Jesus, our saviour for to be And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly Holly! Holly! The first tree in the greenwood it was the holly
5.
I wish I had you in Carrickfergus Only for nights there in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean The deepest ocean to be by your side But the sea is wide and I can't cross over And neither have I wings to fly I wish I had me a handy boatman To ferry my over to my love and die My childhood days bring back sad reflections To happy times there spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed over like the melting snow So I'll spend my days in endless roving Soft is the grass and my bed is free Oh to be with you in Carrickfergus On the long road down to the salty sea And in Kilkenny it is reported On marble stones there as a black as ink With gold and silver I did support But I'll sing no more now 'til I get a drink I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town But I am sick now and my days are numbered So come all you young men and lay me down

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#TradSongTues is a regular Twitter event run by Fay Hield and her merry band of accomplices. Every Thursday, they suggest a theme, and every Tuesday, folk tweet about traditional and traditionalish songs that fit the theme. This EP is a selection of songs I've recorded for the project, which I've posted to YouTube and now I'm collecting them here so you can get them in handy downloadable form too.

Here are the five more songs I found in my recording files; not collected with any specific theme in mind.

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released July 7, 2020

All songs produced, recorded, arranged and performed by Piers Cawley

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Piers Cawley Doncaster, UK

A singer for as long as he can remember, Piers (he/they) sings Old Songs with a clarity and conviction that makes them as fresh as paint.

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