Альбом Kate Rusby

Sir Eglamore was a valiant knight,
fa la lanky down dilly,
He took up his sword and he went to fight,
fa la lanky down dilly.
As he rode o'er hill and dale,
All armored in a coat of mail,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

Out came a dragon from her den,
fa la lanky down dilly,
That killed God knows how many men,
fa la lanky down dilly.
When she saw Sir Eglamore,
You should have hear that dragon roar
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

Well, then the trees began to shake,
fa la lanky down dilly,
Horse did tremble and man did quake,
fa la lanky down dilly.
The birds betook them all to peep,
it would have made a grown man weep,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

But all in vain it was to fear,
fa la lanky down dilly,
For now they fall to fight like bears,
fa la lanky down dilly.
To it they go and soundly fight,
the live-long day from more 'till night,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

This dragon had a plaguey hide,
fa la lanky down dilly,
That could the sharpest steel abide,
fa la lanky down dilly.
No sword could enter through her skin,
Which vexed the knight and made her grin,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

But as in choler she did burn,
fa la lanky down dilly,
He fetched the dragon a great good turn,
fa la lanky down dilly,
As a yawning she did fall,
he thrust his sword up, hilt and all,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly.

Like a coward she did fly,
fa la lanky down dilly.
To her den which was hard by,
fa la lanky down dilly,
There she lay all night and roared,
the knight was sorry for his sword,
Fa la la-n-fa, da-n-da da-n-fa, lanky down dilly

As I roved out one fine May morning,
To view the meadows and flowers gay,
Who should I spy, but my own true lover
As she sat by yon willow tree.

I took off my hat and I did salute her,
I did salute her most courageously.
As she turned around, the tears fell from her
Saying, False young man, you've deluded me.
And the diamond ring I behold I gave to you,
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand.
But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And you wed the lassie who has the land

If I wed the lassie who has the land, my love,
It's that I'll rue 'till the day I die.
When misfortune falls, sure the man my shun it.
It was my fault, that I'll not deny.

And at night when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my love are in my mind.
As I turn around to embrace my darling,
instead of gold, sure 'tis brass I find.

And I wish the queen would bring home her armies
From the West Indies, America and Spain.
And every man to his wedded woman
Oh in hopes that I might be with thee again

It was early one morning at the break of the day
The farmer came to us, and this he did say,
Come rise up my fellows with the best of good will,
Your horses need something their bellies to fill

When four o'colock comes, me boys, it's up we do rise
And off to the stables we merrily flies.
With a-rubbin' and scrubbin' our horses we'll go
For we're all jollly fellows that follows the plough.

When six o' clock comes, me boys, at breakfast we'll meet,
And cold beef and pork we'll heartily eat.
With a piece in our pockets, to the fields we do go
For we're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

The farmer and this he did say,
What have you been doing this long summer's day?
You've not ploughed your acre, I'll swear and I'll vow,
You are all lazy fellows that follows the plough!

Then up spoke our carter and this he did cry,
We have all ploughed our acre you tell us a lie.
We've all ploughed our acre, I'll swear and I'll vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follows the plough

Then up spoke the farmer and laughed at the joke,
Oh it's gone half past two boys it's time to unyoke,
Unharness your horses and rub them down well,
And I'll give you a jug of my very best ale.

So come all you young ploughboys,
where e're you may be.
Come take this advice and be ruled by me
Never fear any master where e're you may go,
For we're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

For we're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.
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Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
And my love Ann is wondrous bonnie
I'm loathe that she should wet her feet
Because I love her best of any.
Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare
Go saddle her and make her ready.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady.

He's ridden over field and fen.
O'er moor and moss and many's the mire,
But the spurs of steel were sore to bite.
Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire.
The mare flew over moor and moss,
And when she's reached the Annan Water
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.

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And woe betide you Annan Waters
By night you are a gloomy river,
And over you I'll build a bridge
That never more true love can sever.

Oh Boatman put off your boat,
Put off your boat for gold and money.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady
Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep.
From bank to brae the water's pouring
And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear.
She stands to hear the water roaring

And he has tried to swim the stream,
And he swam on both strong and steady,
But the river was deep and strength did fail,
And never more he'll see his lady.
Oh woe betide the willow wand,
And woe betide the bush and briar,
For you broke beneath my true love's hand
When strength did fail and limbs did tire

(Chorus)
That never more true love may sever

Jill she likes to sing
Little Jack he dances
Up and down the hill
Sweetly taking chances.

If they were to fall
Who would catch their water
Would it be your son
Will it be your daughter?

Who would catch the pail
Which carefully they carried?
If it will be you
Then we will be married.

Then Jack he falls.
Jill she follows after.
Will it end in tears
Will it all be laughter?

Oh can I go to my love's side
Oh let me go this day,
Please let me go to my love's side,
Oh mother, don't make me stay.
I was a rose in April
And still a rose in June
I fear that come the winter,
I shall no longer bloom

Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go,
Oh you cannot go this day.
Your father, he forbade you,
And at home you must remain.
You were a rose in April,
And still a rose in June,
But God can send five winters
And I know my rose will bloom

Mother, mother, I must away
Unto my true love's side.
Bring to me my white horse,
And away to him I'll ride
She's rode through fields of barley,
And she's rode throught fields of corn,
She's come unto her true love
One hour before the dawn.

Her father, being awakened,
Heard of his daughter's flight.
He's taken up his dagger
And he's rode into the night.
He's rode through fields of barley
And he's sped through fields of corn.
He's come unto her true love's house
Just before the dawn.

He's found his daughter sleeping
in her true lover's arms.
He's taken up his dagger
And it's deep into their hearts.
Oh father, cruel father,
You've killed my love, killed me,
But now I'll rest beside him,
Locked in his arms I'll be.
Locked in his arms I'll be

One night, a long time ago,
Two lovers danced to an old radio.
The music played clear and bright.
The Radio Sweethearts waltzed all night.

She was pretty, he was tall.
He placed the furniture next to the wall.
They closed their eyes, the stars shone bright.
The Radio Sweethearts waltzed all night.

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Years have passed, the lovers are gone.
The story is over I'm told.
But I believe, and I always will,
The Radio Sweethearts are waltzin' still.

Last night I had a dream
That Mama and Papa had met once again.
There in the glow of heaven's light
Oh, the Radio Sweethearts waltzed all night.

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I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
For I smell by the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

When my family think
That I'm safely in my bed
Oh, from morn until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of a girl
That I loved as a child.

Do you remember the night
Oh, the night when we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the touch of the frost?
Oh, and thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.

Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
For I smell by the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

Old man time is a rare old man
For a young man he'll ever remain,
With his long grey beard and his clothes are plain
Oh Old Man Time is his name.
As one flower dies
The old mand he cries
The young man he plants the seeds again
With a careful hand, he tends the sand,
Oh, Old Man Time is his name.

This old man has an hourglass
For every sould on the land.
Oh, Old Man Time, I have seen mine,
It's the one with the fastest sand.
No sooner is it turned,
Back through the glass it's churned,
I'm wishing i could have each hour again,
With a careful hand, he tends the sand,
Oh, Old Man Time is his name.

To me, Old Man, your time is rare,
Did God not give you all my sand?
Or maybe mine I had to share
Or is there some left in your hand?
They tell me tine is gold, well maybe it's been sold,
Or was it simply washed away in rain?
With a careful hand, he tends the sand,
Oh, Old Man Time is his name.

If I brought him a sack,
Do you think he'd put some back?
I know one day across my path he'll come,
But as for now, I can't say how,
I know that old man's work is far from done.
For Old Man Time has just begun.

Willie sits in his stable door,
and he's combing his coal black steed.
He's doubting on fair Margaret's love,
and his heart begins to bleed.
"Give corn unto my horse, mother,
and meat to my man, john,
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
before the night comes on."

"Stay at home with me, dear Willie,
oh stay at home with me,
And the very best cock in all the roost
your own supper will be."
"For all your cocks and all your roosts, I value not a pin,
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
before the night comes in."

"Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower
without the leave of me.
In the deepest part of the Clyde water,
then drowned you will be."
"Oh, the good steed that I ride upon,
cost me thrice thirty pounds,
And I'll put trust in his swift feet
to take me safe and sound."

He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill,
and down yon dowey den,
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water
would fear five hundred men.
"Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud.
your steams are wondrous stong,
Make me a wreck as I come back,
but spare me as I'm gone."

When he's got to fair Margaret's bower,
he's turled low on the pin.
"Rise up, rise up me May Margaret,
rise up and let me in."
"Oh who is this at me bower door
callin' May Margaret's name?"
"Oh it's only your first love, little William
this night come to her home.
Open your gates this night, oh open and let me in,
For my boots are full of the Clyde
and I'm frozen to the skin."
"My barns are full of corn, Willie,
and my stable's full of hay,
My bower's full of gentlemen
and they won't remove 'till day."

"Fare thee well to you May Margaret,
fare thee well and adieu.
For I have earned my mother's own curse
by coming this night to you."
He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill,
and down yon dowey den,
And the rushing in of the Clyde water
took Willie's hat from him.

He's leaned him over his saddle bow
to catch his hat again,
And the rushing in of the Clyde water
took Willie's cane from him.
He's leaned him over his saddle bow
to catch his cane by force,
And the rushing in of the Clyde water
took Willie from his horse.

The very hour this young man sank
into the part so deep,
Up and awoke Miss May Margaret
out from her dreary sleep.
"Come here, come here, me mother dear,
and read to me my dream,
I dreamt my love was at our gate
and no one let him in."

"Lie there, lie there, me May Margaret,
lie there and take your rest,
For since your love was at our gate
it's but two quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly rose she up unto the water's brim,
And the louder that this young girl cried,
the louder grew the wind.

The very first step that she went in,
she's up into her feet,
And it's "Oh and alas!" this young girl cried,
"Your water's wondrous deep."
Oh the very next step that she went in,
she's up unto her knees,
Cried she, "I would go farther in,
If I my true lover could see."

The very next step that she went in,
she's up unto her chin,
In the deepest part of the Clyde water,
she's found sweet William in.
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother Willie,
and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde water
like sister and like brother."

Oh the rain it rains all day long,
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley,
And the northern wind, it blows so strong,
Bold Riley-o has gone away.

Goodbye my sweetheart,
goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley,
Goodbye my darlin',
goodbye my dear-o,
Bold Riley-o has gone away.

Well come on, Mary, don't look glum,
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley,
Come White-stocking Day you'll be drinkin' rum
Bold Riley-o has gone away.

CHORUS

We're outward bound for the Bengal Bay,
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley,
Get bending, me lads,
it's a hell-of-a-way,
Bold Riley-o has gone away.

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