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Alison Gross that lives in yon tower
The ugliest witch in the North Country
Has trysted me one day up to her bower
And many a fair speech she made to me
She stroked my head and she combed my hair
She set me down softly on her knee
Saying if you will be my lover so true
So many good things I would give to you

All around my hat I will wear the green willow
And all around my hat for a twelve month and a day
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love who's far, far away

Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel
Blow louder, louder
And I hope that trumpet blows me home
To the new Jerusalem

Mary mild sits always
Singing praises every day
And I hope that trumpet blows me home

My mother did me deadly spite
For she sent thieves in the dark of night
Put my servants all to flight
They robbed my bower they slew my knight
They couldn't do to me no harm
So they slew my baby in my arm
Left me naught to wrap him in
But the bloody sheet that he lay in

I was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen
I walked all the way to London and a soldier I became

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With me fine cap and feathers, likewise me rattling drum
They learned me to play upon the ra-ba-da-ba-dum
With me gentle waist so slender, me fingers long and small
I could play upon the ra-ba-dum the best of them all

Fisherman's Wife

A' the week your man's awa'
And a' the week you bide your lane;
A' the time you're waiting for
The minute that he's comin' hame.
Ye ken whit wha' he has tae wark,
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep;

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
For the wind is in the west and the cuckoo's in his nest,
And you can't have a lodging here.

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
O the weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm,

Come all brother tradesment that travel along
O pray, come and tell me where the trade is all gone
Long time have I travelled, and I cannot find none
Chorus
And sing all the hard times of old England
In old England, very hard times
Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true
But if you've no money, there's none there for you

Young women they run like hares on the mountain
And if I was a young man I'd soon go a-hunting

Young women they sing like birds in the bushes
If I was a young man I'd go beat them bushes

Young women they swim like ducks in the water
If I was a young man I'd soon go swim after

oh, my name it is jack hall, jack hall.
oh, my name it is jack hall, jack hall.
my name it is jack hall
and i've robbed 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.

oh, i've twenty pounds in store and that's not all.

The January Man he walks the road in woolen coat and boots of leather
The February man still shakes the snow from off his head and blows his hands
The man of March he sees the Spring and wonders what the year will bring
And hopes for better weather

Through April rain the man goes down to watch the birds come in to share the summer
The man of May stands very still, watching the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man is young and wants to lend a hand

"King Henry" is Child ballad 32.


Let never a man a-wooing wend that lacketh thing-s three:
A store of gold, an open heart, and full of charity
And this was said of King Henry, as he lay quite alone
For he's taken him to a Haunted hall, seven miles from the town

As I walked out one morning
In the spring time of the year,
I overheard a sailor boy
Likewise a lady fair.

They sang a song together,
Made the valleys for to ring;
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay

On the night that i was married and in my marriage bed There came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head Saying ``arise, arise young wedded man this night for to go with me To the low lowlands of holland to fight the enemy.'' Oh, i held my love all in my arms, still hoping he might stay, When the captain he gave another order and we had to march away, Saying ``there's many a blithe young married man this night must go with me To the low lowlands of holland to fight the enemy.'' But holland it is a wondrous place and in it grows much green 'tis a wild inhabitation for my true love to be in. Where the leaves they grow and the winds they do blow and strange fruit grows on every tree 'tis the wild wild lands of holland where twined my love and me. No shoes nor stocking i'll put on nor comb to go through my hair And nor shall day or candlelight shine on my bower fair Nor shall i sleep with any young man until the day i die For the lowlands of holland they parted my love and i.

Little things I like to say and do
Make me want to be with you
Rave on, it's a crazy feelin'
I know it's got me reelin'
I'm so glad, you're revealin' your love for me

Rave on, rave on and tell me
Tell me not to be lonely

It's a rosebud in June and the violets in full bloom,
And the small birds are singing love songs on each spray.

(chorus)
We'll pipe and we'll sing love,
We'll dance in a ring love,
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass,

I am a forester of this land
As you may plainly see,
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee.

He's taken her by the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back

A blacksmith courted me nine months or better
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever
And if I were with my love I would live forever

Oh where has my love gone with his cheeks like roses
He is gone across the sea gathering primroses
I'm afraid the shining sun might burn and scorch his beauty

As I roved out one evening fair
It bein' the summertime to take the air
I spied a sailor and a lady gay
And I stood to listen
And I stood to listen to hear what they would say.

He said "Fair lady, why do you roam
For the day is spent and the night is on"

Oh where are you going? - says the false knight on the road.
I'm going to me school. - says the wee boy and still he stood.

What is on your back? - says the false knight on the road.
Me bundles and me books - says the wee boy and still he stood.

I came a walking by your door - says the false knight on the road.
That lay in your way - says the wee boy and still he stood.

One fine winter's morn my horn I did blow
To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go
We gathered our dogs and we circled around
For none loves the sport better than the boys in the dell.

And when we arrived they were all standing there
We set off for the fields, boys, in search of a hare
We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer

oh the prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
and if ever i'm out of the prickly bush
i'll never get in it any more.

hangman, oh hangman, hold your rope awhile
i think i see my father over yonder stile.
father did you bring me gold or have you brought any fee
for to save my body from the cold, clay ground

Twas down by Carterhaugh Father
Between the water and the wall
There i met with a wee wee man
And he was the least that ever I saw

His legs were scarce a finger's length
And thick and nimble was his knee
Between his eyes a flee could go

To Be Human

(Tiffany)
Break o break this dark cold fear
Make o make it disappear
I am loved but not in love
Help me to escape from here.

You made me older than my years
I am young and barely grown
And when I cry, I cry your tears
for I have no life of my own.

Why don't you write me some candlelight
and wear your heart of gold?
and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years