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Sally free and easy, that should be her
name
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
Took a sailor's loving for a nursery game
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Oh the heart she gave me was not made
of stone
Oh the heart she gave me was not made of stone
It was sweet and hollow like a honeycomb
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Think I'll wait till sunset, see the
ensign down
Think I'll wait till sunset, see the ensign down
Then I'll take the tideway to my burying ground
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Sally free and easy, that should be her
name
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
When my body's lifted think she'll die of shame
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Hope she dies of shame
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Joseph and Mary walked through an
orchad green
They saw berries and saw cherries fair to be seen
As Joseph and Mary walked in the wood
They saw berries and berries red as any blood
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Oh then bespoke Mary so meek and so mild
Pluck me one cherry for I am with child
Oh then bespoe Joseph with words unkind
Let him pluck thee a cherry that brought thee with child |
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Oh then bespoke the babe within his
mother's womb
Bow down your tall tree and give my mother some
Then bowed down the cherry tree to his mother's hand
Then she cried see Joseph I have cherries at command |
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Then Mary plucked a cherry as red as the blood
She went home with her heavy load
Then Mary took her babe all on her knee
Saying my dear son tell me what this world will be
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Oh I shall be as dead as the stones in
the wall
Oh the stones in the streets shall mourn me all
Upon Easter day uprisen I'll be
For the sun and moon shall both rise with me
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The snows they melt the soonest when
the wind begins to sing
And the corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settlin' in
And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget
Before we part I'll wage a corn she's fain to follow it yet
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For the snows they melt the soonest
when the winds begin to sing
And the swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring goes and winter blows my love she will be fain
For all her pride to follow me across the stormy main
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For the snows they melt the soonest
when the winds begin to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter cannot sting
And I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn
So it's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn
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So dont' you bid me farewell now no
farewell I'll receive
But you must lie with my lass then kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here till the woodcock calls and the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
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Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has
now begun
We must march away at the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany |
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I fear the treacherous journey bitter
cold and burning heat
Rough roads and stoney mountains they will wound my tender feet
To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go
For maid must bide at their parents side while the men do face the foe |
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I'll buy for you a horse my love and on
it you will ride
Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side
We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry
So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by |
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Oh Billy love, oh Billy now mind what I do say
My feet they are so tired I cannot go away
Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee
Not fitting for the cruels wars in High Germany |
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Oh Polly love, oh Polly I love you very
well
Ther are few in any place my Polly can excel
And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee
You will on your Billy that's in High Germany |
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Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever
they began
For they have pressed my Billy and many a clever man
For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the cruels wars in High Germany |
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There's people on the highway
People in the towns
You just can't get away
I'm going to the mountains
Going by the sea
You won't see me again
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Gonna move on buddy, leave my troubles and worry behind
Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind |
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For it's better to be going
Better to be moving
Than clinging to your past
Love is made from living
And dreams are mad of sleeping
Better catch it while it lasts |
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Gonna move on buddy, leave my troubles and worry behind
Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind |
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My sweet lady she won't call
Or cnock upon my door
She won't see me at all
And every word I've said
Everything I've done
Will not turn her pretty head
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Gonna move on, gonna leave my
troubles and worry behind
Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind
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I'll stay I 'll lose out
For the dealer deals too fast
And the game's rurned about
So I think I'll try a new game
One I understand
Then my life won't be in vain
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Gonna move on, gonna leave my
troubles and worry behind
Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind
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When you're feeling kinda blue
Kinda mixed up inside
And the good times are few
When every day brings the rain
In a never ending flood
And you're on your own again
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Time to move on buddy, leave
your trouble and worry behind
Find a new home to rest your uneasy mind
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When it's hard to decide
What should be your next move
And what would be the outcome
And when sunny days rolls by
And pass you unnoticed
And time ceases to run
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Better move on buddy, leave
your trouble and worry behind
Find a new home to rest your uneasy mind
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The King has been a prisoner, and a
prisoner long in Spain
And Willy of the Winsbury has lain long with his daughter at home
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What ails you, what ails you my
daughter Janet, why you look so pale and wan
Oh have you had any sore sickness, or yet been sleeping with a man?
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I have not had any sore sickness, not
yet been sleeping with a man
It is for you my father dear, for biding so long in Spain
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Cast off, cast off your berry brown
gown, you stand naked upon the stone
That I may know you by your shape if you be a maiden or no
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And she cast off her berry brown gown,
she stood naked upon the stone
Her apron was low and her aunches round, her face was pale and wan
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Oh was it with a Lord or Duke or a
Knight, or a man of birth and fame?
Or was it with one of my serving men that's lately come out of Spain?
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No it wasn't with a Lord or Duke or a
Knight, nor a man of birth and fame
But it was with Willy of Winsbury I could bide no longer alone
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And the
King has called on his merry
men all, by thirty and by three
Says, fetch me this Willy of Winsbury for hanged he shall be
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But when he came the king before he was
clad all in the red silk
His hair was like the strands of gold his skin was as white as the milk
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And it is no wonder, said the
King,
that my daughter's love you did win
For if I was was a woman as I am a man, my bedfellow you would have been
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And will you marry my daughter Janet,
by the truth of your right hand
Oh will you marry my daughter Janet? I will make you the lord of my land
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Oh yes I will you marry your daughter
Janet by the truth of my right hand
Oh yes I will you marry your daughter Janet but I'll not be the Lord of your
land
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And he's mounted her on a milk-white
steed and himself on a dapple grey
he has made her the lady of as much land as she shall ride in a long summer's day
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Just like the songbird, deep in the
forest
I sing praises but you never hear
And deep in my body my song is silent
But contented at times when you're near
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Please listen to me and I will tell
thee
All those words that have never been said
They shout inside me but then they cower
Behind weakness that's ruling my head
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I deraly love thee and not one another
Will know seetness that lies in my breast
'Tis you that made me but God forbade me
To uncover my heart to love a test
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No love is sorrow and now I'm happy
To have thee in this world for my love
And now you must know my soul is for thee
That's why this love is my soaring dove
That's why this love is my soaring dove
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Jump baby jump
Spread your wings out and float away
Why no-one has managed to fly before
To swoop like an eagle
To glide and to soar o're the waves
But beware now of falling babe
Come follow to ship babe
Come follow the dreamer's wake
Circle round the high mast
Fly over the bow then rise to the sun babe
No-One will catch you not now
But beware now of falling babe
Try holding your breath gal
Try fishing the waters deep
Catch the silvery shark and slippery eel
All there to choose from
Alle there to catch and to steal
But beware now of drowning babe
Now you're seven hundred feet up
Looking down on the rolling sea
Down below seagulls float on the warm sunny air
Wves break and scatter all over
But don't go nowhere
Beware now of falling babe
Down in Carlisle there lived a lady
Being most beautiful and gay,
She was determined to stay a lady,
No man on earth could her betray.
Unless it were a man of honour
A man of honour and high degree,
And then approached two loving soldiers,
This fair lady for to see.
One being a brave lieutenant
A brave lieutenant and a man of war
The other being a brave sea captain,
Captain of the ship that come from afar.
And hen up spoke this fair young lady,
Saying "I can't be but one man's bride,
But if you'll come back tomorrow morning,
On this case we will decide."
She ordered her a span of horses
A span of horses at her command;
And down the road these three did travel
Till they come to the lions' den.
There they stopped and there they
halted
These two soldiers stood gazing round;
And for the space of half an hour
That young lady lies speechless on the ground.
And when she did recover,
Threw her fan down in the lions' den
Saying, "Which of you to gain a lady
Will return her fan again?"
Then up spoke the brave lieutenant,
He raised his voice both loud and clear,
He said "You know I am a dear lover of women,
But I'll not risk my life for love."
Then up spoke that brave sea captain.
He raised his voice both loud and high,
He said "You know I am a dear lover of women
I will return her fan or die."
Down in the lions' den, he boldly
entered,
The lions being both wild and fierce,
He marched around and in among them,
Safely returned her fan again.
And when she saw her true lover coming
Seeing no harm had been done to him,
She threw herself against his bosom,
Saying, "Here is the prize that you have won."
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Musicians Instrument
Terry Cox: Drums, Percussions
Bert Jansch: Guitar, Vocals
Jacqui McShee: Vocals
John Renbourn: Guitar, Sitar, Vocals
Danny Thompson: Bass |
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Sally
Free And Easy |
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As sung by the author Cyril
Tawney, a british folk singer and musician, previously a sailor on the
Royal Navy. |
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The
Cherry Tree Carol |
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Many version for this
traditional Christmas carol. An alternative version follows.
Joseph was an old man
And an old man was he,
And he has married Mary,
The queen of Galilee,
And he has married Mary,
The queen of Galilee.
Joseph and Mary
Walked in the garden green,
Where the cherries hung heavy
On every limb...
"Pick
me some cherries, Joseph,
Pick me some cherries, do,
Pick me some cherries, Joseph,
That grow on the bough..."
But
up spoke old Joseph
With his words so unkind:
"Let the man gather the cherries
That owneth the child..."
Then
up spoke our Saviour
All in his mother's womb:
"Bow down, thou lofty cherry tree,
That Mary may have some..."
The
very top branches
Bowed down to her feet.
"Now you can see, Joseph,
There are cherries for me..."
As
Joseph was a-walking
He heard an angel sing:
"This night there shall be born
On earth our heavenly King,
This night there shall be born
On earth our heavenly King."
"He
neither shall be born
In houses nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox's stall...
"He
neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall,
But in a fair linen
As wear the babies all...
"He
neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle
That rocks upon the mould...
"He
neither shall be christened
In white wine nor red,
But with fair spring water
As we were christened..."
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The piece is credited to the
five Pentangle on the album, while it is a traditional, title ""The Snows
They Melts The Soonest" or "The Snow It Melts The Soonest" proposed,
among others, by Anne Briggs. The lyrics are slightly different.
The snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is setting in
And when the young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget
Before we part I bet a crown, he'd be fain to follow it yet
And the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to
sing
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring blows and winter goes my love then you'll be free
With all your pride and to follow me where it crossed the stormy sea
And the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to
sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter he won't sing
And all the flowers in all the land so brightly they may be.
And the snow it melts the soonest when my true love's for me.
So whoever says to me farewell here, no farewell I receive,
For you will leave me at your side, or you kiss and take your leave
And I'll wait here 'til the moorcock calls and the Martin takes his leave
For the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing.
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This XVIII century song is about
the wars that involved many English soldiers in campaigns and battles on
Germany's land.
Other titles for this song are "The True Lovers" or "The
King's command must be obeyed".
England was involved in several wars on the continent. In 1702 England
and The Netherlands declared war on France and Spain. England's
involvement in the War of Spanish Succession lasted until 1711. In 1718
Britain entered into the Quadruple Alliance with France, the Netherlands,
and the Holy Roman Emperor in opposition to Philip V of Spain. In 1725
Great Britain was again involved with war on the continent. One source
dates this to the Seven Years' War (1756-1763). The Seven Years' War was
fought between a coalition of Austria, France, Russia, Sweden and Saxony
and Prussia (led by Frederick the Great). England allied with Prussia.
On the left the song as sung by folk singer Martin Carthy, that
discovered this old tune before.
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Willy
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As usual there are many versions
of this wonderful traditional song. The one on the left is the version
sung by the Scottish folk singer Dick Gaughan (that started his musical
career in 1972 and is still active).
The lyrics included down on the left are the Scottish ones, the version sung by Jacqui is
in English, the meaning and the story are nevertheless very similar.The
King has been a puir prisoner
A prisoner lang in Spain
An Willie o the Winsbury
Has lain lang wi his dochter at hame
Whit ails thee nou, my dochter Janet
Ye look sae pale an wan
Oh have ye got ony sair sickness
Or yet been sleepin wi a man?
Oh I hae got nae sair sickness
Nor yet been sleepin wi a man
But it is for you my faither dear
Sae lang been ower in Spain
Tak aff, tak aff yer berrie-broun goun
Staun naked upon a stane
That I might ken ye by yer shape
Whether ye be a maiden or nane
So she's taen aff her berrie-broun goun
Stoud naked on a stane
Her back it wis bent an her bellie wis slack
An her apron strings wadnae pin
Oh wis it a laird or a duke or a knight
Or a man o birth or fame
Or wis it wi wan o my servin men
Sae newly been ower in Spain
It wisnae a laird or a duke or a knight
Or a man o birth or fame
But it was wi Willie o the Winsbury
A could nae langer lie my lane
Oh gin it be Wille o the Winsbury, he cried,
As weil A trust it be
Then afore that I dae eat or drink
High hangit he will be
They've socht him up an they've socht him doun
They've socht him sair an lang
Till thair in the shade o an elder tree
It's Willie o the Winsbury they found
Rise up nou, Willie o the Winsbury, they cried
Rise up an haste away
For the king has sworn by his right hand
That it is yer dyin day
Oh wha hae I robbed or wha hae I slain
Or wha hae I dune any wrang?
That I sude fear tae face the king
An the time sall no be lang
An whan he cam the king afore
He was dressed aa in the silk
His cheeks they were like the berries red
An his skin was as white as the milk
It is nae wonder, says the king
That my dochter's luve ye hae wan
For had A been a woman as A am a man
My bedfellow ye wad hae been
Will ye mairry my dochter Janet
By the truth o your right hand?
Or will ye marry my dochter Janet
An I mak ye a laird o the land
O A will mairry yer dochter Janet
By the truth o my right hand
An I will mairry yer dochter Janet
But the de'il tak aa yer land
An he's mounted her on a milk white steed
Himsel on a dapple gray
An he's made her the lady o as much land
As she'd ride in a lang simmer's day
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Lady Of Carlisle |
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The lyrics included above are
very close to those sung by Jacqui, with minimal differences.
In this song, tha last of Pentangle's first period, they tried a lastly
experiment of merging, arranging this traditional coming from the English middle age as a roots blues form the South of the USA, using harmonic and
banjo sounds, so demonstrating that also the English music was an
ingredient for this new genre, and hence for jazz and rock music. |
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All songs © 1972 Warner
Tamerlane Pub. Co. (BMI) except "Sally Free and Easy" © 1968
Gwyneth Music (London).
All lyrics © 1972 Warner Bros. Records Inc. / All selection published by
Warner Tamerlane Pub. Corp. - BMI |
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