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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
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John Hamilton
01:54
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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
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The Wagoner's Lad
03:30
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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
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The Sans Day Carol
02:31
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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
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Carrickfergus
03:52
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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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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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