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Silver Dagger
04:45
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Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother;
She's sleeping here close by my side
And in her right hand she holds a dagger
She says that I shan't be your bride.
All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked loving lies
And the very next evening, they'll court another
Leaving you alone to pine and sigh.
My father is a handsome devil
And there's a chain that's five miles long,
On every link a heart does dangle
Of some poor girl he's loved and gone.
I wish I was a little sparrow
And one of those that flies so high,
I'd fly away to my false true lover
And when he spoke I should deny.
Go court some other tender lady
I hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.
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Love Me Little
02:38
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Love me little, love me long
Is the burden of my song
The love that burneth too fierce and strong
Burneth soon to waste oh
Burneth soon to waste oh.
Still, I would not have thee cold
Nor too bashful, nor too bold
But love that lasteth 'til it's old
And fadeth not in haste oh
And fadeth not in haste oh.
Come Winter's cold, come Summer's heat,
This love advanceth with quiet feet
And it will never accept defeat
'Til I cannot rebel oh
'Til I cannot rebel oh.
And such the love that I would gain,
Such a love, love, I tell thee plain
Thou must give or woo in vain,
So to thee farewell oh
So to thee farewell oh
So to thee farewell oh!
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The Gardener
07:26
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Proud Maisie stands at her father's door
As straight's a willow wand
And soon there came a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand.
Oh you shall have my rose fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's garden
I'll make a gown for thee.
And the Lilly white shall be your smock
Becomes your body next
And the marigolds shall be your stays
With my red rose at your breast.
Your gown shall be the smelling thyme
And your apron of the camowine
And I'll sew them each with the blue, blue blevets
Come kiss sweetheart and join.
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Since you have made a gown for me
Among the Summer flowers
Well it's I shall make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers.
And the milk white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk black rain shall be your suit
With a wind gale at your breast.
And the bonnet that's be upon your head
Shall be the southern grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away.
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Beware, young maids, beware!
Beware and read my rhyme
And see that you keep your garden well
Let no man steal your thyme.
Oh when my thyme was new
It flourished night and day
'Til by there came a false young man
And he stole my thyme away.
And now my thyme's all gone
And I can plant no new
And the very place where my thyme was set
Well it's all overrun with rue.
And rue runs over all
And nothing can it stop
But there grows a flower in my father's garden
They call it the fair maid's hope.
Now spring up hope, say I
And be not afraid of rue,
And if ever that young man
Should come this way again
Well he'll surely find me true!
Well he'll surely find me true!
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Eros
07:08
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Last night I dreamed a man came in
He looked as my first lover had
He sat himself beside the bed
And his face was so sad.
His hair was thick and full of dust
And for a while he made no sound
But stared with splendid, fiery eyes
As strange moths flew round.
He looked at me, he spoke to me,
And little shocks made my fingers sting,
The room was filled with the smell of cloves
And each word did ring
And each word did ring.
"Remember me, when love first came?
I took a bottle from the shelf.
You drank a draft and how you laughed!
You forgot yourself."
He poured a glass up to the brim,
He held it out against the moon.
"Do you not long to lose yourself
Here in this room?
Here's to the drink that leaves you thirsty
And here's to the thirst that finds the well
And here's to the bliss of falling down it
Which no tongue can tell
Which no tongue can tell
Which no tongue can tell."
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And when I woke in the light of day
I recalled the line of my lover's back;
I would not drink and he took his leave
But come back, come back.
Come back, love, come back!
Come back, love,
Come back.
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6. |
Fare Thee Well
02:57
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If I had wings like Noah's dove,
I'd fly across the river to the one I love!
Fare thee well, oh honey,
Fare thee well.
If I had listened to what my mamma said
I'd still be sleeping in my mother's bed.
Fare thee well, oh honey,
Fare thee well.
But I've got a man, he's long and tall;
He moves his body like a cannonball.
Fare thee well, oh honey,
Fare thee well.
One of these mornings and it won't be long,
You're going to hear my name but I'll be gone.
Fare thee well, oh honey,
Fare thee well.
Fare thee well, oh honey,
Fare thee well.
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