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Awaken
04:17
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You belong to Albion,
Take a step you’re nearly home
Settle down between the mounds
The old gods are smiling down
You will know with mistletoe
Kissing ‘til the tears flow
Awaken the pagan in you
Come take my hand and we’ll stand, my love
Under the full harvest moon
Walk in the woods without hosen or hoods
Naked feet moistened in dew
You belong to Albion,
Take a step you’re nearly home
Awaken the pagan in you
Dance in the ring of the forsaken kings
The archer the maid and the fool
Ring solstice bells as your ripe belly swells
Wrapping my arms ‘round your womb
Settle down between the mounds
The old gods are smiling down
Awaken the pagan in you
Open your eyes at midsummer sunrise
Carve our names deep in the runes
Dance out the night at the festival rite
Of Samhain and Beltane and Yule
You will know with mistletoe
Kissing ‘til the tears flow
Awaken the pagan in you
Awaken the pagan in you
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The Pirate King
06:06
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Gather round you lost and found and listen to my tale
Lend me your ears, you buccaneers, and those out hunting whale
And I will sing of the pirate king, a lord amongst the free
A pirate bold, with a lust for gold, and a vice for villainy
He stole the biggest prize there’ll ever be, sail with Long Ben Avery
In Newton Ferrers he was raised, by water we begin
In Plymouth town, he could be found, scuppered there on gin
In the wake of Francis Drake he found himself at sea
The shilling’s gleam of Anne our queen was worth his liberty
So in foreign wars and in all the seven seas, sail with Long Ben Avery
‘Charles II’s Fancy’ was a naval ship of war
But ropes and spars and jacky tars had left him wanting more
He sowed the seeds of mutiny, just off the coast of Spain
The captain who he overthrew, a pirate he proclaimed
And soon he proved the very devil of the Caribbea’
Sail with Long Ben Avery
The Grand Mughal of Islam was from holy Mecca bound
And all on board, a treasure hoard, worth two hundred million pounds
So Avery and comrades the Portsmouth and the Pearl
With stripped down masts, their ships were fast
And they chased them ‘round the world
A bounder, rake, a cad, a knave was he
Sail with Long Ben Avery
Forty nautical miles on
Forty fathoms deep
Forty broadsides firing on
The flash of steel will ring
The shanty man shall sing
All for the pirate king
A manhunt for the pirates was declared throughout the globe
And high and low, the ships did go, to reprimand the rogues
But all his men had gold and gems, a fortune each did gain
They set sail for the Indies and were never seen again
Still to this day, the largest ever robbery
Sail with Long Ben Avery
Some say he’s back in Devon now, some say he’s in his grave
Some say he is a king somewhere, some say he’s selling slaves
But listen all, both great and small, to what I say to you
And ask yourselves the question, how I know just what I do?
I even know where his buried treasure be
Sail with Long Ben Avery
Forty nautical miles on
Forty fathoms deep
Forty broadsides firing on
The flash of steel will ring
The shanty man shall sing
All for the pirate king
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3. |
Bonny Ship The Diamond
04:40
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The Diamond is a ship, me lads
For the Davis Strait she’s bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonny lasses 'round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky
And it's cheer up me lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonny ship the Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale
Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand around
With their shawls all pulled around them
And their salt tears running down
Don't you weep, my bonny lass
Though you’ll be left behind
For the rose will bloom on Greenland's ice
Before we change our minds
It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come home
With a ship that’s full of oil, me boys
And money to our names
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sings
"Hushabye, my dear"
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In Polperro where the winding streets
Meet the wild unyielding Cornish sea
There was a lad born of that coast
Whose name was Robert Jeffrey
In 1807 he was just a boy
And the world he’d barely seen
He was pressed aboard a navy ship
Though he was just seventeen
Captain Warwick Lake was a tyrant fierce
With temper like a blowin’ gale
And he flew into a fit of rage
When Jeffrey was caught stealing the ale
Jeffrey was left on an island bare
Naught but a rock in the blue
With nothing but a knife and a handkerchief
It seemed this island would be his doom
Jeffrey was there for a week or more
Eating eggs and drinking the dew
Until a ship bound for America’s shore
Rolled into view
Jeffrey was borne to Massachusetts
His body was never found
And after three long years word of his tale
Reached the ears of old London town
Captain Warwick Lake was fired in disgrace
Court martialled for his cruelty
And Jeffrey returned to his Polperro home
Safe once more, by the Cornish sea
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Blackrock Sands
03:58
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Homeward seabird, leaves his mark on your sleeve
It’s about time for sunshine, we’re almost ready to leave
Dad has bought us tea although we’re hungry for more
Mum was on the cider, now she’s starting to snore
Bike chains and grass stains on your knees
School break, escape, time to empty your brain
With friends made in arcades, that you’ll never meet again
Sticky fingered ice cream dribbles down upon your hand
Swapping soggy trunks for underpants now filled with sand
Salt lips from cold chips in the rain
Short dress, strapless, young man’s starting to wake
So hand me a shandy, half a Bass and lemonade
Patter, rattle, tent pitched battle down upon all fours
It’s here again, but when it rains it pours
A cheap dream, slipstreamed and away
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Lapwing
02:44
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The snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing
The corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are settling in
And when my lover tells me that my face she’ll soon forget
Before we part, I’ll bare my heart before our sun has set
The snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing
The swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring goes and winter blows then comes our love's refrain
Many’s the day she’s been away across the raging main
The snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter cannot sting
I’ve seen my lover’s anger melt between the night and the morn
So when we say this love is dead, can it yet be reborn?
So never bid me farewell here no farewell I’ll receive
For I wish you’d lie with me my love then kiss and take your leave
And I’ll wait here ‘til the moorcock crows and the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing
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8. |
Cold Haily Windy Night
05:45
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Oh, my hat, it is frozen to my head
My feet, they are like two lumps of lead
Oh, my shoes, they are frozen to my feet
With standing at your window
"Let me in", the soldier cried
"Cold, haily, windy night, oh"
"Let me in", the soldier cried
"For I'll not go back again, no"
My father watches down on the street
My mother, the chamber keys do keep
Oh the doors and windows, they do creak
I dare not let you in, no
"Let me in", the soldier cried
"Cold, haily, windy night, oh"
"Let me in", the soldier cried
"For I'll not go back again, no"
Oh, and she's rose up and she's let him in
She's kissed her true love cheek and chin
And she's drawn him between the sheets again
She's opened and she's let him in, oh
Then she has blessed the rainy night
Cold, haily, windy night, oh
Oh, then she has blessed the rainy night
That she's opened and she let him in, oh
"Soldier, soldier, stay with me
Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me oh?"
"No, no, no it ne’er can be
So fare thee well forever"
And then she has wept for the rainy night
Cold, haily, windy night, oh
Then she has wept for the rainy night
That she's opened and she's let him in, oh
Oh and he's got up out of the bed
He's put his hat all on his head
For he’s took off her maidenhead
Her mother, she heard the din, oh
And then she has cursed the rainy night
Cold haily, windy night, oh
Then she has cursed the rainy night
That she opened and she let him in, oh
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9. |
Summerisle
06:36
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A child is missing mister policeman
Come and help us find her if you can
Flying over oceans in your little tin can
Come and help us find the little girl policeman
No one’s seen her, mister policeman
She’s been missing days or weeks or more
Her mother’s saying nothing
And I fear for the bairn
Well come and help us find the little girl policeman
Come and help us find the little girl policeman
Moonlight, dark of the night
The wheel rolls, the apple grows in time
Sunshine, all will be fine
The seed is sown and now it grows ripe
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
Fall down on your knees
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
The hunger of the gods will be appeased
You’re a stranger mister policeman
Wearing tortured men around your neck
No one on the island thinks the things that you do
We’ve got our own religion that we’ll show unto you
You are welcome mister policeman
Eat your fill and drink up all you can
Oh venerate fertility, regenerate flaccidity
Come and dip your wick in Willow mister policeman
Oh come and dip your wick in Willow mister policeman
Moonlight, dark of the night
The wheel rolls, the apple grows in time
Sunshine, all will be fine
The seed is sown and now it grows ripe
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
Fall down on your knees
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
The hunger of the gods will be appeased
In the woods there grew a tree
And a fine, fine tree, was he
You’re revolted mister policeman
That we teach the children what we do
The nailed man had had his chance
But now his time has come
The trapdoor is shutting now
How fast can you run?
You’re our saviour mister policeman
The game was played and in a way you’ve won
Oh you scream and shout to let you out but what can we do?
The good times will come again now all thanks to you
The good times will come again now all thanks to you
Moonlight, dark of the night
The wheel rolls, the apple grows in time
Sunshine, all will be fine
The seed is sown and now it grows ripe
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
Fall down on your knees
Fall down man-child welcome to Summerisle
The hunger of the gods will be appeased
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Windjammer Plymouth, UK
Windjammer are a trio who cast timeless stories in a context of their own making. They blend self-penned songs and instrumentals with original, genre-bending arrangements of music drawn from the traditions of British folk.
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