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Author: | Mission Orange [ 07-02-2005, 07:34 PM ] |
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The Fair Maid When I was a fair maid about seventeen I listed in the Navy for to serve the queen I listed in the Navy a sailor lad to stand For to hear the cannons rattle and the music so grand The music so grand, the music so grand For to hear the cannons rattle and the music so grand The officer that listed me was a tall and handsome man He said You'll make a sailor so come along my man My waist been tall and slender my fingers long and thin And the very soon they learned me I soon exceeded them I soon exceeded them, I soon exceeded them And the very soon they learned me I soon exceeded them They sent me to my bed they sent me to my bunk To lie with a sailor I never was afraid But taking off me bluecoat shirt often made me smile For to think I was a sailor and a maiden all the while A maiden all the while, a maiden all the while For to think I was a maiden and a sailor all the while They sent me up to London for to guard the tower And I thought I might be there till my very dying hour But a lady fell in love with me I told her I was a maid She went up to the captain and my secret she betrayed My secret she betrayed, my secret she betrayed She went up to the captain and my secret she betrayed The captain he came up to me and asked if this was so I dare not I dare not I dare not say no It's a pity we should lose you such a sailor lad you made It's a pity we should lose you such a handsome young maid Such a handsome young maid such a handsome young maid It's a pity we should lose you such a handsome young maid So fare thee well my captain you've been so kind to me And likewise my shipmates I'm sorry to part with thee But if ever he Navy needs a lad a sailor I'll remain I'll put on me cap and feathers and I'll run the rigging again I'll run the rigging again, I'll run the rigging again I'll put on me cap and feathers and I'll run the rigging again |
Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 07-03-2005, 09:15 AM ] |
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The Fair Maid On the Shore There was a fair damsel all crossed in love And she fell very deep in despair All the way she could find to ease her sad mind Was to walk all along on the shore O, the shore, to walk all along on the shore. There was a sea-captain who sailed the seas 'round And he fell very deep into love-o "I'll die, I'll die!" the sea-captain cried "If l can't get that maid on the shore, O the shore, if l can't get that maid on the shore" "Your captain has jewels and your captain has gold And your captain has costly array-o All these he'll give to his jolly seamen If they'll bring him that maid on the shore, O the shore, if they'll bring him that maid on the shore." "Our captain has jewels, and our captain has gold. And our captain has costly array-o All these he'll give, and we'll please it we can And we'll bring him that maid on the shore, O, the shore, we'll bring him that maid on the shore." After much persuasion on board she did come And the captain he set her a chair-o He invited her down to his cabin below Singing, "Farewell, sorrow and care, O care, farewell, sorrow and care." The captain he poured out the richery wine That sparked so bright and so clear-o Saying "First you will lie in my arms all this night, And then I'll hand you to my crew my crew" And then I'll hand you to my crew my crew" "I'll sing you a song if you all think it best" And how she made them all stare-o She sang it so sweet, so neat and complete That she sang all the seamen asleep, O asleep, sang all the seamen asleep. She robbed them of jewels, she robbed them of gold She robbed them of costly array-o Of the captain's broadsword, she made her an oar And she paddled her boat to the shore O, the shore, she paddled her boat to the shore. "Oh, were my men sleeping, or were my men mad Or were they sank in despair-o? She deluded my men and myself also And again she's a maid on the shore, O, the shore, again she's a maid on the shore." "Your men were not sleeping, your men were not mad Nor were they sank in despair-o l deluded your men and yourself also And again I'm a maid on the shore, O, the shore, again I'm a maid on the shore..' Childe #43 |
Author: | Mission Orange [ 07-04-2005, 06:31 AM ] |
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Author: | magsman [ 07-05-2005, 02:34 AM ] |
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Author: | Conaill [ 07-05-2005, 08:08 AM ] |
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Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 07-17-2005, 08:15 AM ] |
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And a lady of a different sort... From the wide Pacific Ocean, to the grey Atlantic shore, From sunny California, to ice bound Labrador, She's tall, and dark, and handsome, Right well loved by one and all, She's the modern combination called The Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: Won't you listen to the rumble, to the rattle and the roar, As she glides across the woodlands, by the hills, and by the shores. Hear the roar, hear the hiss of the engines! Hear the lonesome hoboes squall, Gliding through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: Well the eastern states are dandy, so the western preople say, From New York to Miami, and Chicago by the way, From the hills of Minnesota, where the rustling waters fall, No changes may be taken on the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: This train, she runs to Memphis, Mattoon, and Mexico, She rolls through East St. Louis, And she never does it slow, As she flies through Colorado, She gives an awful squawl, They tell her by her whistle, She's the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: I rode the IC Limited, also the Royal Blue Across the Eastern counties on the Elkhorn number two I rode these trains from coast to coast, I think I rode them all, But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: She pulled in to the station one cold December day, As she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say, There's a fellow here from Bangor Maine, he's spare and he is tall, He's come in from Aroostook on the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus: (Slowly) Well, here's to Boston Blackie, may his name forever stand, May he always be remembered, by the 'boes throughout this land. Though his Earthly race is over, and the curtain 'round him falls, We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball! Chorus (slowly): "The youngest of the Bunyan boys, (Paul's family), Cal S. Bunyan, built the most wondrous railroad in the world: The Ireland, Jerusalem, Australian & Southern Michigan Line. It took the largest steel mill in the country two years operating on a schedule of 36-hour days and a nine-day week to produce one rail for Cal. Each tie was made from an entire redwood tree. The train had 700 cars. It was so long that the conductor rode on a twin-cylinder, super deluxe motorcycle to check tickets. The train went so fast that, after it was brought to a dead stop it was still making 65 miles an hour. After two months of service, the schedule was speeded up, so that the train arrived at its destination an hour before it left its starting point. "One day Cal said to the engineer, "Give 'er all she's got!" That was the end of the I.J.A.&S.M. Railroad. The train traveled so fast that the friction melted the steel rails and burned the ties to ashes. When it reached the top of the grade, the engine took off just like an airplane and carried itself and the 700 cars so far into the stratosphere that the law of gravity quit working. That was years and years ago, but the I.J.A.&S.M. is still rushing through space, probably making overnight jumps between the stars. "Old time hoboes had a name for this Flying Dutchman of a train. They called her 'The Wabash Cannonball', and they said there was no station in America that had not heard her lonesome whistle." I just finished running a Changeling game based on this song. The Auld Grump |
Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 09-15-2005, 08:14 PM ] |
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Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 12-01-2005, 09:27 PM ] |
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And now that 'Christmas time is drawing nigh'... The Wife of Ushers Well There lived a lady in merry Scotland And she had sons all three And she sent them away into merry England To learn some English dee' They had not been in merry England For twelve months and one day When the news came back to their own mother dear Their bodies were in cold clay I will not believe in God, she said Nor Christ in eternity Till they send me back my own three sons The same as they went from me Old Christmas time was drawing near With the nights so dark and long This mother's own three sons came home Walking by the light of the moon And soon as they reached their own mothers gate So loud did the bell they ring There's none so ready as their own mother dear To loose these children in The cloth was spread, the meat put on. No meat, Lord, can we take. It's been so long, been so many a day Since you our dinner did make The bed was made, the sheets put on No rest, Lord, can we take It's been so long, been so many a day Since you or bed did make Then Christ did call for the roasted cock Feathered with His holy hand It crowed three times, all in the dish In the place where he did stand. He crowed three times, all in the dish Set at the table head And isn't it a pity, they all did say The quick should part from the dead So farewell stick, farewell stone Farewell to the maidens all Farewell to the nurse that gave us suck And down the tears did fall. Child #79 Other odd Christmas songs that might inspire scenarios? The Auld Grump, who may have one or two more to contribute... :p |
Author: | Mission Orange [ 12-01-2005, 09:55 PM ] |
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You're All I Want For Christmas I want my arms around you for Christmas I need no presents under the tree You're all I want, my darling And that will be the world to me. I want to share your kisses for Christmas The rest is only tinsel and show You're all I want, my darling At candle glow and mistletoe. As far as I'm concerned Santa doesn't have to load his sleigh He can mark my other gifts 'returned' Or give them all away. I only want your lovin' for Christmas No other kind of present will do You're all I want, my darling Please want me too Please want me too Please want me too As I want you. Song By Brook Benton *blows The Auld Grump a kiss to warm his cockles on a cold wintry night* |
Author: | Deathreaver999 [ 12-07-2005, 06:24 PM ] |
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Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 12-14-2005, 09:26 AM ] |
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And Back to odd songs of the Christmas Season - The Cutty Wren "Where are we going?" says Milder to Melder. "Where are we going?" says the younger to the elder. "We may not tell you," says vassal to foe. "Away to the green wood!" says John the Red Nose. 2. "What shall we do there?" says Milder to Melder. "What shall we do there?" says the younger to the elder. "We may not tell you," says vassal to foe. "Hunt for the Cutty Wren!" says John the Red Nose. 3. "How shall we shoot her?" says Milder to Melder. "With bows and with arrows," says the younger to the elder. "That will not do, then," says vassal to foe. "With big guns and with cannon!" says John the Red Nose. 4. "How shall we fetch her home?" says Milder to Melder. "On four strong men's shoulders," says the younger to the elder. "That will not do, then," says vassal to foe. "In oxcarts and in wagons!" says John the Red Nose. 5. "How shall we cut her up?" says Milder to Melder. "With forks and with knives," says the younger to the elder. "That will not do, then," says vassal to foe. "With hatchets and with cleavers!" says John the Red Nose. 6. "How shall we cook her?" says Milder to Melder. "In pots and in kettles," says the younger to the elder. "That will not do, then," says vassal to foe. "In a bloody great brass cauldron!" says John the Red Nose. 7. "Who'll get the spare ribs?" says Milder to Melder. "Who'll get the spare ribs?" says the younger to the elder. "We may not tell you," says vassal to foe. "We'll give 'em all to the poor!" says John the Red Nose. The Auld Grump |
Author: | Mission Orange [ 01-09-2006, 07:04 PM ] |
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Westwärts schweift der Blick; ostwärts streicht das Schiff. Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu: mein irisch Kind, wo weilest du? Sind's deiner Seufzer Wehen, die mir die Segel blähen? Wehe, wehe, du Wind! - Weh, ach wehe, mein Kind! - Irische Maid, du wilde, minnige Maid! Westward strays the eye, eastward flies our ship. Fresh blows the wind homeward: my Irish maid, where do you linger? Is it the breath of your sighs that fills our sails? Blow, blow, o wind! Woe, ah woe, my child, my Irish maid, you headstrong, winsome maid! Tristan und Isolde, Act One, Scene One Libretto by Richard Wagner |
Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 01-09-2006, 07:26 PM ] |
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Lowlands (sung low and slow) Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John, Lowlands away I heard them say, My Lowlands away. 1. I dreamed a dream the other night, Ch. Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John. My love she came dressed all in white, Ch. My Lowlands away. 2. I dreamed my love came in my sleep, Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep. 3. She came to me as my best bride (at my bed-side), All dressed in white like some fair bride. 4. And bravely in her bosom fair, A red, red rose did my love wear. 5. She made no sound-no word she said, And then I knew my love was dead. 6. I bound the weeper round my head, For now I knew my love was dead. 7. She waved her hand-she said goodbye, I wiped the tear from out my eye. 8. And then awoke to hear the cry, 'Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!' Capstain Shanty by Hugill aka The Last Shantyman, one of my childhood heroes.. |
Author: | Mission Orange [ 01-28-2006, 03:02 PM ] |
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Author: | TheAuldGrump [ 01-28-2006, 07:54 PM ] |
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One of my all time favorites, and one of the reasons I am glad to live in Maine, for it is home of the songwriter Gordon Bok (though I first heard this being sung by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem). It is said that the seals have the ability to take on human form. The seal people, though the like to live near the sea, dare not ever go back into it, or else they immediately revert to their original form and lose the ability ever to take on human form again. Peter Kagan and the Wind Peter Kagan was a lonely man in the summer of his years. One day he got tired of being lonely, and he went away, off to the east. And when he came again he had a wife. She was strange, but she was kind and people liked her. She was good for Kagan. She kept him company and winter come to summer they were happy. Kagan had a dory then, with a lugsail on her mast. He used to go offshore three, maybe four, days at a time setting out for the fish. Oh his wife was sad then. She didn't like to see him go. She'd go down to the sea sometimes and call to him: (Sung) Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Bring the dory home. Wind and sea do follow thee, And all the ledges calling thee. He said he could hear her calling twenty miles to sea, and when he heard her, he would come home, whether he had fish or none. She was a seal, of course, everybody knew it. Even Kagan. He knew that, but no one said anything to him. Then, one day, in that year's autumn , Kagan said ``I've got to go now. Go offshore and get some fish.'' But his wife said ``No! Please don't go!'' She started crying. ``The winds are coming and the snows are coming.'' (Sung) Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Don't go out to sea, Stormy winds and snows do come, And, oh, but I do fear for thee. But Kagan wasn't afraid of snow, and it was early in the year. So Kagan put in his oars and went out to sea. Kagan sailed in the middle ground. The Wind was west all day and the fish were coming to him. Kagan read the writing on the water and in the sky. He saw haze very high up above the clouds and said ``That's all right for autumn -- only a change of wind. I'm not afraid of wind.'' But Kagan read it wrong, this time. The Wind went away, and then it came back, Southeast. And the fog came round. Kagan said, ``I've got to go now. I'll find that gong buoy off the sunken ledges and then I'll know the best way home.'' So Kagan put up a sail and bore away to the Nor'ard for the gong. But, oh, the Wind was watching. The Wind backed around to the East'ard and came breezing on, against him. He sailed for a long time. The sail was pulling very hard. Finally the Wind was so strong that the sail tore out, so Kagan took it down and the dory went drifting. He thought he could hear that gong buoy. It wasn't very far away. (Sung) Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Bring the dory home. Wind and sea do follow thee, And all the ledges calling thee. But the dory went drifting, and by and by the gong buoy went away. Kagan said, ``All right then.'' He put in his oars and started to row back up for the gong. But, oh, the Wind was watching. The Wind back around Northeast, making the seas confused. The Wind said, ``Listen! I have something to tell you.'' Kagan, rowing, ``I don't want to hear it.'' The Wind humps up then, making the sea short, making it hard for Kagan to row. Finally the seas are so steep that Kagan knows he isn't getting anywhere. So Kagan takes in the oars and again the dory goes drifting... Kagan said, ``All right then. Now I've got something to show you.'' He took a slip of wood for a needle and waxed up a hand line for a thread and he sewed the sail up smaller -- sewed a reef in it. The Wind said, ``What're you doing?'' Kagan said, ``You keeping watching.'' So Kagan put up a sail and again he bore away to to the Nor'ard for the gong. But, oh, the Wind was watching. The Wind backed around North-Nor'east. Kagan can't hold his course now. Kagan said, ``All right then.'' He brought the boat about. Now he's steering East'ard. ``You're heading out to sea.'' ``I'm not afraid of water. I'll bring this boat about when I can fetch that gong buoy.'' ``I'll veer on you; I'll go East.'' ``You do that and I can hold my course.'' ``I'll back on you.'' ``You back too far and you've got a clear. You know that. I can keep ahead of you.'' ``You may be smarter but I'm stronger.'' The Wind grew bigger then and the Wind blew harder. Finally the wind was so strong that the Sail said, ``I can't make it, Kagan!'' And Kagan said, ``I know that. Thank you.'' So Kagan took down the sail, and the dory went drifting. Kagan took the sail off the yard and put it about him. ``Sail, keep me warm!'' ``The sail can't keep you warm.'' The Wind snatched off North by East. ``I'll freeze you.'' ``I'm not afraid of cold!'' But Kagan was afraid. He didn't know what to do. And oh, the Wind is working now. The Wind brings ice and snow. The Wind blows long and long and black. Kagan says, "I'm dying. Sail, keep me warm!" and the sail said, "I can't do it Kagan." Kagan dying, and the wind blowing. (Sung) Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Bring the dory home. Wind and sea do follow thee, And all the ledges calling thee. Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Lay ye down to sleep. For I do come to comfort thee All and thy dear body keep. So Kagan lay on the bottom of the boat, and he tried not to be afraid of the dying, and he dreamed of her then, his wife. He dreamed she was coming to him, and he heard a long calling down the wind and he raised himself up, and he saw her. Down the smoking, storming sea she came. Over the rail of the dory she came, laughing to his arms. And all in the night and in the storm they did lay, and the Wind went away, and the storm went away, and in the morning they found him... ...asleep, with a sail wrapped around him. And there was a seal, lying there with him, curled over him like a blanket, and the snow was upon the seal's back. Sung) Kagan, Kagan, Kagan, Bring the dory home. Wind and sea do follow thee, And all the ledges calling thee. Gordon Bok |
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