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As I walk unto market
Each day I can hear them cry
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Fresh, freshly sent for you out today
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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All alone I walk with no one
Beside me would sooner buy
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Walking through the stalls
I am amazed by them all
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Like a child my mind was a-wandering
Far from here across the sea
It's the sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars
What will buy
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Come and buy them |
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Through the forest I could see them
A-hanging there so ripe and red
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Get up, get off, my man
You're not betted down, belongs to you
Gotta buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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If you'll be my baby, I will turn your
green money green
If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green
I'll show you more money baby, than Rockefeller ever seen
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If you'll be my baby, you can be my
boss
I'll stick closer to you than Jesus to the cross
If you'll be my baby, sure can be my boss
I'll stick closer to you baby than Jesus to the cross
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If you don't believe I'm sinking, look
what a hole I'm in
If you don't believe I love you, look what a fool I been
Baby don't believe I love you? Just look what a fool I been
Don't believe I love you, baby, just look what a fool I been
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Baby, if the river was whiskey and I
was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up
Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck, duck, duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up
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Please tell me baby, who's been telling
you
Who's been telling you everything ol' Furry do?
Please tell me baby who's been telling you
Who's been telling you every thing ol' Furry do?
Baby, somebody been telling you everything ol' Furry do
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In
Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
"I think our servant courts our sister,
I think they have a mind to wed.
I'll put an end to all their courtship,
I'll send him silent to his grave."
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A
day of hunting was prepared,
Where only bush and briars grew.
And there they did this young man murder,
And in the brake his body threw.
"Now welcome home, my dear young brothers,
Our serving man, is he behind?"
"We've left him where we've been a-hunting,
"We've left him where no man can find."
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As
she lay dreaming on her pillow,
She thought she saw her own true love;
She dreamt she saw him standing by her,
She saw his coat was red with blood.
"Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel,
Don't weep for me nor care nor pine,
For your two brothers killed me cruel-
In such a place you may me find.
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"Rise
up, my love, tomorrow morning,
Go straightway to that brake you know,
For there you'll find my body lying,
Where only bush and briars grow."
She went out early in the morning,
And in the garden brake she stood
And there she found her own dear jewel,
All covered o'er in a gore of blood.
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She
took a kerchief from her pocket,
And wiped his eyes though he was blind.
"Because he was my own true lover,
My own true love and a friend of mine."
Three days and nights she did sit by him,
And her poor heart was filled with woe,
Till cruel hunger crept upon her,
And home she was obliged to go.
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You’ve been working so hard all day won’t you take your rest
You ‘ve been driving my blues away
Now it is my turn
Come fly beneath my wings
Sweet child it may not be for long |
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Well I may be a drinking hard
Like a fish not swim
And I could be riding high
Like the floating cloud
And if the rain does fall
Sweet child that would not let you drown |
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Well, I would not care to see hunger
in your eyes
I would not care to know
Where your heart does lie
I´ve tried to trust my heart
But my eyes are pale on me |
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Sweet child come to me now
Let me take your hand
Well I do not know you well yet I tried so hard
Through four and twenty years
Sweet child, I still don't understand |
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Well, I've heard there are great men
Who could save our souls
With kind and gentle hearts
and love is their goal
I really want to know
Sweet child, who could shoot them down |
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And I would rather tear him down
With the sin in his life
who shots his tears upon every mortal soul
and I wonder does he yearn
Sweet child, forget to comfort him |
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And I once did see a child, she did sit and cry
Where has the pretty flower in the darkness gone?
In the summer you shall see
Sweet child, I guess it won't be long |
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Won't you lay yourself down and rest
Let your mind relax
And won't you cuddle into the night
I will guide your path
Well, I may not be here long
'Cause I got a feeling to be gone |
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The trees they grow high,
the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
He's young,
but he's daily growing
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Father, dear father,
you've done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young,
but he's daily growing
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Daughter, dear daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lord's son
He'll be a man for you when I am dead and gone
He's young,
but he's daily growing
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Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him to college for another year yet
I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married
One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys playing at the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing
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At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
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I'll buy my love some flannel
and I will make a shroud
With every stitch I put in it,
the tears they will pour down
With every stitch I put in it,
how the tears will flow
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing
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Musicians:
Terry Cox: Drums, Percussions, Tamburine, Dulcitone, Triangle
Bert Jansch: Guitar, Vocals, Concertina, Dulcimer
Jacqui McShee: Vocals
John Renbourn: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Sitar, Vocals
Danny Thompson: Double Bass
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(From original LP's notes)
Added notes: in capital letters
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Market
Song |
Song using images inspired by a
street market. Bert opens with guitar harmonics, the sings the verses and
is joined by Jacqui. Danny and Terry underline the time witch switches
between 7/4 and 11/4 and 4/4.
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No
More My Lord |
Jacqui sings the spiritual which
is also known as "Never Turn Back". It was used as a workgang
song and Terry builds up the rythm using mallets over a riff played by
Bert.
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Turn
Your Money Green |
A blues sung by Jacqui. She
heard it on an old Furry Lewis record. John accompanies her and also sings
on the chorus.
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Haitian
Fighting Song |
Danny's solo interpretation of a
Charles Mingus composition
(Mingus at LP issue date was still in full activity)
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A
Woman Like You (Jansch) |
A solo by Bert which Bert
describes as "a cross between a love song and a black magic
song". Bert uses D tuning on his guitar.
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Transcribed by Doug Johnson
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Goodbye
Pork Pie Hat
(Charles Mingus) |
John and Bert duet using Charles
Mingus's tribute to Lester Young as a theme.
It's the famous tune written by Mingus to honour the great alto-sax and
be-bop master Lester Young after his death. Pork-Pie-Hat was one of
Young's nicknames, taken from the peculiar hat he usually weare. The other
nickname was Prez (as "president") and was given to him by
Billie Holyday, his lover at that time, for his quiet imperturbability in
every situation.
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Three
Dances |
Brentzel Gay
(Bransle Gay). This is by
Claude Gervaise, a 16th Century composer.
La Rotta. An Italian 14th Century estample
The Earle Of Salisbury. This is a pavan by William Byrd, the 16th
Century English composer. John on guitar. Terry on glockenspiel.
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The name of the first dance,
one of many written by the French composer, is Bransle Gay. It is for sure
a transcription error by Pentangle themselves.
(Information received by Jutta Weber).
Bransles are the simplest of the known renaissance dances, and a bransle
is usually the first dance that is taught of any of the known medieval or
renaissance dances.
Most bransles are circle dances, which are usually danced in a circle of
alternating men and ladies. Some bransles are line dances, while others
can be danced as either line or circle dances.
(Music Graffiti added notes) |
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Watch
The Stars |
John and Jacqui sing an American
children's Christmas song.
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So
Early In The Spring |
Jacqui sings this unaccompanied
traditional scottish song.
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No
Exit |
John and Bert play a new
interpretation of a duet which first appeared on their LP "Bert and
John"
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The
Time Has Come |
 A
song written by Anne Briggs, a
traditional singer from Nottingham, and a favourite of The Pentangle.
Anne
(or Ann) Briggs was among the first singers exploring English music
traditional heritage. She said about this song, on her homonymous LP issued
on 1971: "I suppose this is
about the first song that I consciously wrote. It's been recorded by a
number of musicians and singers, and treated quite differently each time.
Among those who have recorded it are Bert Jansch (the first), Alan Price,
Alex Campbell and The Pentangle.''
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Bruton
Town |
The group's arrangement of a
traditional English song, with traditional ingredients - love, murder, and
ghostly apparitions, as sung by Jaccqui and Bert.
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Sweet
Child |
A love song sung by Bert and
Jacqui with John taking the guitar lead.
More than a "love song", the piece is about hope and fake prophets of
truth and, perhaps, children as a metaphor of the future. The
transcription of this song is finally available
on our site.
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I
Loved A Lass |
The Pentangle's arrangement of a
traditional Scottish love song, sung by Bert.
The lyrics are taken from an almanac, and are slightly different from
the one sung by Bert Jansch, the meaning remain anyway the same. The last
two phrases of the traditional are omitted.
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An impressive cover of this beautiful song
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Three
Part Thing |
John, Bert and Danny use a
counterpoint theme composed for three instruments, with the middle section
improvised on the mode
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Sovay
(Traditional) |
An English ballad, with unknown
origins, about a female highwayman whose name could also be Sophie or
Sylve. Sung by Jacqui.
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The lyrics included are slightly different from the ones sung by Jansch
and are taken by Martin Carthy's version of this traditional tune. The
overall meaning is nevertheless very similar.
This was a very popular song in late sixties in the folk clubs, since was
about a very unconventional character: a girl that wears as a man and acts
as a bandit to follow is man and his destiny.
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In
Time |
A group instrumental in triple
time with solos by John and Bert.
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In
Your Mind |
The group sometimes call this
"Over There". It features three part vocals by Bert, Jacqui and
John, with Danny and Terry underlining the 7/4 rythm.
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I've
Got A Feeling |
A blues sung by Jacqui in 3/4
time with Danny soloing on two choruses.
A typical blues song composed by the Pentangle, with some assonance with Miles Davis' theme
"All Blues" included in the historical album "Kind Of Blue".
Great interpretation of Jacqui McShee that shows as it is possible
to sing effectively a blues also with a clear and tuned voice.
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The
Trees They Do Grow High |
Jacqui sings this group version
of the traditional ballad which is also known as "Lady Mary Ann"
and "Lang A Growing".
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This famous traditional song, with a
wonderful tune, is very famous also in Italy thanks of a cover in Italian,
recorded in the '70s by the famous italian singer and musician Angelo
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Moon
Dog |
This number by Terry is
dedicated to a blind American street musician who used to play in the
doorway of the old Basin Street Jazz Club on West 50th Street in New York
City.
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Hole
In My Coal |
Instrumental based on Ewan
McColl's song "The Big Hewer" John, Terry and Danny take solos
on a riff played by Bert.
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Ewan McColl (1915-1989) was one of the most influential
exponents of popular music and of the English folk revival. Scottish by
birth, the son of a Scottish farmer and with a mother of Celtic origin,
both singers, too, he left school at 14 to become a street singer and
actor. Since the '30s he began to record songs and programs for the BBC,
and founded the first club of folk-revival. In the '40s alongside his
work as singer, singing his own songs or traditional, he continued the
activities of actor and playwright of radio dramas, for which he
composed his most famous songs. In the '50s and '60s along with other
British singers, such as Anne Briggs, hewas at the centre of the folk
revival . He was also married to the sister of the great American
musician Pete Seeger, a real founder of the authentic folk movement of
the entire world, and tireless explorer of musical genres from all over
the world. At the musical activity was associated his political
commitment and the taste for biting satire . |
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