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Oh, the praties they grow small over here, over here,
Oh, the praities they grow small, and we dig them in the fall,
And we eat them coats and all, over here, over here.
Oh, I wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn,
Oh, I wish that we were geese, for they fly and take their ease,
And they live and die in peace eatin' corn, eatin' corn.
Oh, we're trampled in the dust, over here, over here,
Oh, we're trampled in the dust, but the Lord in whom we trust
Will give us crumb for crust, over here, over here.
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Henry Martin
02:50
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There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which one of them should go, etc.,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
Well, the lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all the three,
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, etc.,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
Well, they'd not been gone but a long Winter's night,
And a part of a short Winter's day,
When they espied a stout lofty ship, etc.,
Come a-riding down on him straight-way.
“Hello! Hello!” cried Henry Martin,
“What makes you sail so nigh?”
“Oh, I'm a rich vessel bound for fair London Town, etc.,
Would you pull to let me pass by?
“Oh no! Oh no!” cried Henry Martin,
“This thing it never can be,
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, etc.,
For to maintain my two brothers and me.”
Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to old London Town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away, etc.,
And all of her merry men drowned.
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Old Paint
02:24
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I ride an old Paint, I lead old Dan,
I'm goin' to Montan for to throw the hoolihan,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw
Ride around little dogie ride around 'em slow,
For the fiery and the snuffy are a-rearin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to Denver the other went wrong,
His wife she died in a pool-room fight,
But still he keeps on singing from morning till night
When I die take my saddle from the wall,
Lead out my pony lead him out of his stall,
Tie my bones to the saddle turn his face toward the west,
And we'll ride the prairie that we loved the best.
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Pretty Polly
03:01
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I courted pretty Polly the livelong night
I courted pretty Polly the livelong night
Then left her next morning before it was light.
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Before we get married some pleasure to see.
She jumped on behind him and away they did go.
She jumped on behind him and away they did go.
Over the hills and the valleys below.
They went a little further and what did they spy?
They went a little further and what did they spy?
A newly dug grave with a spade laying by.
Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your way.
Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your way.
I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray.
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you’ve guessed about right.
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you’ve guessed about right.
For I dug on your grave the best part of last night.
He stabbed her in the heart, and the blood it did flow.
He stabbed her in the heart, and the blood it did flow.
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go.
Throwed on a little dirt and he started for home.
Throwed on a little dirt and he started for home.
Leaving no one behind but the wild birds to moan.
A debt to the devil Willie must pay.
A debt to the devil Willie must pay.
for killing Pretty Polly and running away.
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Wayfaring Stranger
02:37
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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
A-traveling through this world of woe,
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my father,
I'm going there no more to roam,
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.
My father lived and died a farmer,
A-reaping less than he did sow,
Yet I just follow in his footsteps,
A-knowing less than he did know.
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Buckeye Jim
01:29
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Way up yonder above the sky
A bluebird lived in a jay-bird's eye.
Buckeye Jim you can't go
Go weave and spin, you can't go, Buckeye Jim.
Way up yonder above the moon
A blue-jay nests in a silver spoon...
Way down yonder in a hollow log
A red bird danced with the green bullfrog...
There'll be and end to grief and pain
A warm bright sky beyond the rain...
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Baby, Did You Hear
02:26
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Baby, did you hear?
Your sweetie's gonna leave you, yes, yes,
On the next payday.
Baby, did you hear?
Your sweetie's gonna ride the Cherokee
Down the St. John's River,
And nary a cent will I be the giver.
Baby, did you hear?
All of your furniture's gonna leave you, yes, yes,
On the next payday.
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High Barbaree
03:22
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There were two lofty ships from old England came,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
One was the Prince of Luther, and the other, Prince of Wales,
Cruising down the coast of High Barbaree.
“A-loft there, a-loft!” our jolly boatswain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
“Look a-head, look a-stern, look a-weather, look a-lee,
Looking down the coast of High Barbaree”.
“There’s naught upon the stern, there is naught upon the lee.”
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
“But there’s a lofty ship to windward, a sailing fast and free
Sailing down along the coast of High Barbaree.”
Oh, hail her, o hail her our gallant captain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we,
Are you a man of war or a privateer said he,
Cruising down the coast of High Barbaree.
I’m not a man-o-war, nor a privateer,” said he,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we:
“But I am a salt-sea pirate, a-lookin’ for my fee
Looking down the coast of High Barbaree.”
‘Twas broadside and broadside a long time we lay,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we:
Until the Prince of Luther shot the pirate’s masts away,
Cruising down the coast of High Barbaree.
“Oh, quarter, oh quarter,” those pirates did cry,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
But the quarter that we gave them – we sunk them in the sea,
Down along the coast of High Barbaree.
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9. |
Long Black Veil
03:30
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Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
A person was killed in the town hall light,
The people who saw, they all agreed
that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Chorus:
She walks these hills in a long black veil,
Visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows but me.
The judge asked: "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word though it meant my life,
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
The scaffold is high, eternity near,
She speaks not a word, she sheds not a tear,
But sometimes at night when the night winds moan,
She visits my grave and cries over my bones.
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10. |
Robin, He Married
01:46
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Robin he married a wife from the West
Moppity, moppity mo no
She turned out to be none of the best
With a high jig jiggety top and petticoat
Robin, a thrush cries mo no no.
When she got up, she got up in a haste
Went to the cupboard before she was laced.
When she churned she churned in a boot
Instead of a cradle she put in her foot,
She made her cheese upon the shelf
When it turned it turned of itself.
The cheese fell down upon the floor
Got up on its feet and ran out of the door
It ran till it came to Wakefield Cross
She followed after upon a white horse.
This song was made for gentlemen
If you want any more you can sing it again.
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Lavender Cowboy
01:37
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He was only a lavender cowboy,
The hairs on his chest they were two,
He wanted to follow the heroes,
And do as the he-men do.
Red, green, and many colored hair-tonics
He rubbed on his chest day and night,
When he looked in the mirror next morning,
No new hairs grew in sight.
He battled for Red Nelly's honor
He cleaned out a holdup's nest
He died with two six-guns a-smoking
But only two hairs on his chest.
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Blue-Tail Fly
02:48
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When I was young I used to wait
On my master and hand him his plate,
And pass the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the blue-tail fly
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
My master's gone away.
And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
I'd follow with a hickory broom,
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
One day he ride around the farm,
The flies so numerous they did swarm,
One chanced to bite him on the thigh,
The devil take the blue-tail fly.
The pony jumped, he tossed, he pitched,
He threw my master in the ditch,
He died and the jury wondered "why",
The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
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Old Blue
01:53
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I had an old dog and his name was Blue
And I betcha you five dollars he's a good one too
Saying „Come on Blue“, mm-mm.
Blue chased a possum up a simon tree
Blue looked at the possum, possum looked at me
Saying „Go on, Blue, you can have some too“.
Baked that possum, good and brown
Laid them sweet potatoes round and round,
Saying „Come on Blue, you can have some too“.
Old Blue died and he died so hard
That he jarred the ground in my backyard,
Saying „Go on Blue, I'm a coming too“
I dug his grave with a silver spade
And I let him down with a golden chain,
Saying „Go on Blue, I'm a coming' too“.
When I get to Heaven, first thing I'll do,
Grab my horn and I'll blow for Old Blue
Saying „Come on Blue, finally got here too“.
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Green Broom
03:15
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There was an old man and he lived in the west
And his trade was the cutting of broom, green broom
He had but one son and his name it was John,
And he lied a-bed till 'twas noon, and…
The old man arose and unto his son goes
And swore he'd set fire to his room, his room
If he did not rise and unbutton his eyes
And away to the wood for green broom, green broom… And…
Then John did arise and did sharpen his knives
And he went to the wood cutting broom, green broom,
To market and fair crying loud everywhere
„Fair maids do you want to buy broom, green broom, Oh…
A lady way up in her chamber so high
And she heard Johnny crying „Green broom, green broom“
She went to her maid and unto her said
„Go fetch me the lad that cries broom, green broom,…
Then John he arose and upstairs he did go
And he entered the fair lady's room, her room
She said „Dear Johnny, can you fancy me
Would you marry a lady in bloom, in bloom, could…
Then John gave consent and unto the church went
And he married his lady in bloom, in bloom,
She said „I'll confess that there's none in the West
So good as the lad that cries broom, green broom, is so…
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Dunja Knebl Zagreb, Croatia
I have recorded 16 albums of less known or forgotten traditional Croatian folk songs released by different labels as compact discs, 3 of which are on BC. Here you can also find my recordings of folk songs from some other countries I have lived in (free download), some live concerts from the past (free download), and my singer-songwriter album Love Li(v)es. ... more
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