1. |
The Guiding Light
05:47
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Blue and angry water, foaming at the shore
People gather watching, fair four score or more.
Watching flares ascending into the storm tossed night
Shining on the breaking, of the ‘Guiding Light’.
Throw lines across the water, tie ropes to the shore.
Men worked hard to save her, worked ‘til hands were raw.
Her back began to break up, with a mighty roar
And the call of her Captain, carried to the shore.
It was then the Captain cried; “let her go down.
Let her go down, her fate can’t be denied, let her go down”.
Let her go down, let her go down. Let her go down, let her go down.
It was as the Captain cried, her fate can’t be denied,
so let the bleak waves hide, and let her go down.
Hearing the captain call they, began to save themselves.
Lower away the yawl boys, to the waiting waves.
All on board and pull for shore, yet one brave soul awry.
It was then they heard the wind bring, the Captain’s cry.
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2. |
Scarbourough Fair
04:09
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3. |
War Medley
04:39
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4. |
Charlie Chuck
04:55
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5. |
Cushy Butterfield
04:26
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I'm a broken-hearted keelman, An I'm o'er head in love
Wi a young lass from Gateshead, An I call her me dove.
Her name's Cushy Butterfield, An she sells yella clay
An her cousin's a muckman, An they call him Tom Gray.
She's a big lass, She's a bonny lass, An she likes her beer
An I call her Cushy Butterfield, An I wish she was here.
Her eyes is like two holes, In a blanket burned through
An her breath in the morning, Would scare a young coo.
And when I hear her shoutin', Will you buy ony clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet, It steals me young heart away.
Ye'll oft see her doon at Sandgate, When the fresh herrings in
She's like a bagful o sawdust, Tied round with string
She wears big galoshes, And her stockings was once white
An her bedgown it's lilac, An her hat's nivva straight.
When I axed her to marry us, She started to laugh
"Noo, Nyen o' yer monkey tricks, For ah like nee such chaff"
Then she started abubblin', An roared like a bull
An the cheps on the Keel sez, Aa's nowt but a fyeul
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6. |
Molly Malone
02:58
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In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
And sure, t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She died of a fever
And sure, so one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
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7. |
Bevin Boys
05:44
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I'm thrown into this town, half past sinner, half past clown.
To dig a job that isn't mine, that the local lads did fine.
But they marched away one sunny day, and the mine fell mighty slack,
So the Bevin Boys came round this way, 'cos they aren't coming back.
And they say that down the mine, Old Nick you'll likely meet.
Well, he'll give a warmer welcome than the folks on the street.
We're not welcome in this town, not welcome down the mine,
Come on dig they told us, it'll all work out just fine.
I'd rather be in khaki, with me rifle in me hand,
Not this rusty metal shovel, in this bloody Bevin band.
No polish or brass are needed by the soldiers of the mine,
But It would be nice to have a friend on my front line.
Cramlington, Ashington, Ellington and Lynemouth too,
The mining lads they heard the call and marched to follow the blue
Choppington, Sleekburn, and Old Woodhorn too,
The Bevin Boys came round this way, with a dirty old job to do.
Our fighting men can't fight, with no coal or steel or tin,
Without the coal we dig, our fighting boys can't win.
No steam for the engines, no steel for the mill,
Our country needed miners, and that's where we came in.
So they showed me how, to be a soldier of the mine
I’m waiting for the devil now; it’s just a matter of time.
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8. |
In The Cage
05:32
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And it's far, far down,
underground you're bound
far far down,
to where black gold is found.
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9. |
Jarrow Song
05:10
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10. |
The Wall
04:50
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They took you from your homes and farms,
tore you from your lover’s arms,
and faced you to the threat come from the East.
Taught me how my soul to sell, trained me well for living hell,
‘til finally, when the guns they cease,
they’ll engrave my name upon the peace.
The mould and shape to warriors make, from blacksmith, tailor,
Lord and rake, crusaders for the future’s sake.
Dressed me in drab, taught me how to parry and stab,
create this man from the lad, and send me off to hear the bugle’s call
and prepare for me a place upon the wall.
And when the day is done, when the battle’s lost and won,
and when the final whistle cries ‘recall’.
When the victor’s cry, look to where the fallen lie,
They’ll engrave my name upon the wall.
They’ll engrave my name upon the wall.
March to the drum, for the world to come,
a world with no fighting or war.
In the mud and the blood,
Is it right?
Is it good?
Is this what the fighting’s for?
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11. |
The More Things Change
04:34
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Fool's Gold UK
Fool's Gold is Carol and Steve Robson. They're based in the North East of the UK, and present multimedia performances all over the UK. Live shows are just that: no tapes or backing. The recordings take that a bit further...
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