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She Moved Through the Fair 

My love said to me 'My mother won't mind  
and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind'  
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say  
'It will not be long love, 'til our wedding day'  

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair  
and fondly I watched her move here and move there  
She went her way homewards with one star awake  
as the swans in the evening move over the lake  

The people were saying …  no two e'er were wed  
but one has a sorrow that never was said  
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear  
and that was the last that I saw of my dear  

I dreamt it last night — that my true love came in  
So softly she entered her feet made no din  
She came close beside me and this she did say  
'It will not be long love, 'til our wedding day… '  

Foggy Banks                          

On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about  
And we blow our frozen fingers as we hear the skipper shout  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

Oh when I was but a lad at school I wouldn't stay at home  
Like lots of other foolish lads I thought I'd sooner roam  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

So I went and I joined a trawler and it's then I quickly found  
That it wasn't all plain sailing when you reach the trawling ground  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

You'll be hauling night and day me boys, you're nearer slaves than men  
And once you get all your fishes aboard it's time to haul again  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

And when the waves are pouring around us and they're pounding against the deck  
Well you'll work your bit like all of the rest if you want to save your neck  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

And the captain's name is Johnson and he works us 'til we fall  
And if he sees us a-shirkin' well it's God preserve us all  
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl  

Willie and Mary                    

As Willie and Mary met by the seaside a long farewell for to take  
Said Mary to Willie 'If you go away I'm afraid my poor heart it might break'  
'Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary' he said as he clasped his fond maid to his side  
'In my absence don't mourn for when I return I will make you sweet Mary my bride'  

Seven long years had passed and no word at last, Mary stood by her own cottage door  
A beggar came by with a patch on his eye, bedraggled and ragged and torn  
'Your charity fair maid bestow upon me, your fortune I'll tell you beside  
The lad that you mourn will never return to make little Mary his bride'  

She slipped and she started saying 'All that I have, it's freely to you I would give  
If you tell me true what I ask of you — is my Willie dead or alive?'  
'He's living' said he 'though in sad poverty and shipwrecked he has been beside  
When he'd money untold and pockets of gold he'd have made little Mary his bride'  

'Then if he is dead no other I'll wed, no other I'll have by my side  
'For in riches though rolled or covered with gold he'd have made his own Mary his bride'  
Then the patch on his eye the old beggar let fly, his old coat and crutches beside  
And in sailor's blue clothes and with cheeks like the rose it was Willie who stood by her side  

'Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary', he said, 'it was only your faith that I tried  
To the church we'll away by the break of the day and I'll make you sweet Mary my bride'  

Siuil a Ruin                          

I would I were on yonder hill, it's there I'd sit and cry my fill  
And every tear would turn a mill …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning wheel  
To buy my love a sword of steel …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin …  siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin  
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red, and around the world I'll beg my bread  
Until my parents should wish me dead …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain — I wish I had my heart again  
And vainly think I'd not complain …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

And now my love has gone to France to try his fortune to advance  
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin …  siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin  
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom …  is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan  

(Go, go, go my love …  go calmly and silently 
Go to the door and escape with me …  and may you go safely my darling) 

The Cruel Mother                 

There was a lady lived in York — all the lee and loney  
Fell in love with her father's clerk — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She loved him up, she loved him down — all the lee and loney  
Loved him 'til he filled her arms — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She leant her back against an oak — all the lee and loney  
First it bent and then it broke — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She leant her back against a thorn — all the lee and loney  
There she had two fine babes born — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She took out her reaping knife — all the lee and loney  
There she took those fine babes' lives — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She wiped the blade against her shoe — all the lee and loney  
The more she rubbed, the redder it grew — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

She went back to her father's hall — all the lee and loney  
Saw two babes a-playing at ball — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

'Oh babes oh babes if you were mine' — all the lee and loney  
'I'd dress you up in scarlet fine' — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

'Oh Mother Oh Mother if we were yours' — all the lee and loney  
'Scarlet was our own hearts' blood' — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

'Oh babes Oh babes it's Heaven for you' — all the lee and loney  
'Oh Mother Oh Mother it's Hell for you' — down by the greenwood sidey-o  

The Sweetest Joy                  

He sat alone upon a hill, the waves pulling at his side  
He could feel the salt inside his veins and could hear the storm arrive  

He closed his eyes and saw her face, so plain the others had decried  
Yet he'd felt the warmth she'd held within and the beauty that lay inside  

Yet their words soon blinded him, no beauty he began to believe  
Oh he turned his back and he toasted them, he drank the world for all to see  

No more will her palm lay upon his own, a fairer hand has clasped to his skin  
'Oh where is my love' she cried in vain and from the door cried 'please let me in'  

With haste she turned and chased the night, no tears to wipe with her hand  
While he searched the land to find his love he fell and cried 'please help this man'  

The sweetest joy the wildest woe of love Bailey once described  
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure, does torment dwell and grow inside  

He said it swells like the oceans flow, love drew me in as the tides draw the sea  
Oh but I was foolish just like my friends — I let my eyes rule what I should feel.  
 
A-Souling                             

Hey ho, nobody home, no meat, no bread, no money have I got  
Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home  

A soul, a soul, a soulcake, please good missus a soulcake  
Apple, a pear, a plum and a cherry, any good thing to make a soul merry  
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all  

God bless the master of this house and the mistress also  
And all the little children that 'round your table grow  
The cattle in your stable, the dog at your front door  
And all that dwell within your gate I wish you ten times more  

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin  
I have a little pocket to put a penny in  
If you haven't got a penny an halfpenny will do  
If you haven't got an halfpenny then God bless you  

Go down into your cellar and see what you can find  
If your barrels are not empty I hope you will be kind  
Indeed I hope you will be kind with your apples and your beer  
And I will come and sing no more 'til this time next year 

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