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Vance no More
02:54
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Vance no more
green are the woods where Sandy flows
and peace it dwelleth there
in the valley the Bear they lie secure
the red buck roams the knobs
but Vance no more will Sandy behold
nor drink of its Crystal waves
the partial judge has pronounced my doom
the hunter has found his grave
Daniel Horten and Bob and Bill
a lie against me swore
they've taken away my happiness
by destroying my family
it was by McFarland
Judge Johnson did me call
he's taken me from my native home
confined me in a stone wall
my persecuters have gained their request
their promise to make good
they oft times swore they never could rest
till they had gained my hearts blood
but they and I together must meet
where all things are unknown
and if I shed the innocent blood
I hope there's Mercy shown
bright shines the sun on Clinches Hill
and soft the West wind blows
the valleys covered all over in blooms
perfumed by the red rose
but Vance no more shall sandy behaold
nor smell of its sweet perfume
this day his eyes are closed in death
his body confined in a tomb
fare you well my children dear
I bid you all farewell
the love the I have for your precious souls
no human toungue can tell
fare you well my loving wife
I bid you now adieu
and if I reach fair Canaan's shore
I hope I'll be with you
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Lady Gay
04:59
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Lady Gay
There was a lady and a lady gay,
Of children she had three,
She sent them away to the North Countree
To learn their grammaree
They'd not been gone but a very short time,
Scarcely three weeks and a day,
When death, cruel death, came hasting along
And stole those babes away.
It was just about old Christmas time
The night being cold and clear
She looked and she saw her three little babes
Come running home to her
She's set a table both long and wide
And on it she put bread and wine -
Come eat, come drink, my three little babes
Come eat, come drink of mine
We cannot eat your bread, mother
Neither can we drink your wine
For yonder stands our Savior dear
And to Him we must resign
She made a bed in the highest room,
On it she put a cloth of gold,
And all the night she kept the fire
To keep her babes from cold.
The eldest one sat awake in bed
Rooster crowing for the dawn
Awake awake my two little brothers
Awake we must be gone
"Green grass is over our heads, mother,
Cold clay is over our feet,
And every tear you shed for us,
It wets our winding-sheet."
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3. |
Feather Dove
01:39
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4. |
On the Ohio River
02:30
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5. |
Stack Em Up In Piles
02:06
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6. |
The Taylor in the Chest
02:42
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The Tailor in the Chest
There was a wealthy merchant in Charleston he did dwell
he had a pretty woman and the tailor loved her well
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
She met him on the pathway and unto him did say
my husband is at sea you can come and stay with me
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
They hadn't been in bed but an hour or more
when home came her husband a pecking at the door
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
Up jumped the tailor from his sleep
he said pretty Lady oh where shall I creep
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
There is a chest by my bedside
and in that chest you can safely hide
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
He jumped in the chest as sly as a deer
he said pretty lady I' ve nothing to fear
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
She went downstairs and opened up the door
and there stood her husband and several others more
sing a routy trouty trouty sing a routy trouty tray
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7. |
New England
05:25
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New England
JE Richards
One evening in May as I walked along the street
a beautiful damsel by chance for to meet
oh where you going brother sailor said she
I'm bound for New England, New England said he
it's very fine country as I have been told
but how to get to it is more than I know
I am no great sailor but I enter and stand
and as for your passage I'll do what I can
Our ship being rigged and ready to sail
we drew up the anchor and hoisted the sail
for six-months we sailed all hearts were content
then the ship sprung a leak and to the bottom she sank
44 of us sailors got in the life boat
way out on the ocean all alone we did float
provisions grew scarce and then death it drew nigh
we each drew our number to see who would die
These names being written and laid in a hat
we each drew a number yes we each drew out lot
and among all them sailors this young damsel drew less
she was to be killed by the one she loved best
Before I would kill you my heart it would burst
before I would kill you my love I'd die first
oh stop said the captain hold on now you men
but very few people would die for a friend
Their knives being sharpened and murdering to do
when stop said this lady for moment or two
I'm a silk merchants daughter from London I be
you see what I've come to by the loving of thee
Their knives being sharpened and murdering to do
when stop said this young man for moment or two
Oh stop cried this young man hold onto your tongues
I hear ship a coming by her loud roaring guns
In the space of the moment they all looked again
they saw a ship coming for to take them all in
straight away to New England this ship were conveyed
straight away to get married went this young man and maid
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8. |
Piney Woods
02:40
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9. |
Johnny
02:18
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10. |
Fisherman's Girl
01:45
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Nathan Killed the Bell Cow
Oh Nathan killed the Bell cow
and fed the dogs the liver
and now we're out of meat
and we'll hang the dogs forever
The Hawk shoot the buzzard
and the buzzard shoot the Crow
we'll wander through Blythe Canyon
and kill the Buffalo
The magotts and the skippards
they do grow so very bold
been saving up your butter milk
seven years old
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12. |
Soldier's Horse
04:03
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13. |
Bob Porter
01:19
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Bob Porter
Maggie Hammons Parker & Gerald Milnes (and Dona Gum?)
One year, one year when bacon was scarce and us having none
We mounted our horses and shouldered our guns,
Straight way to the wild woods we did steer,
To kill off the wild hogs and drive in the deer.
When we got there, we rambled a while,
We looked at each other beginning for to smile,
Saying these ain't the same hogs we fit here before,
The old blue sow and the black listed boar.
The old blue sow lie still in here bed,
Hearing every word that Bob Porter he said,
She rose from her bed and began for to run,
But soon as she did it was Porters old gun.
Now the old blue sow lie still in her bed,
Saying "Now you will suffer for what you have said,
"Your streets they will rattle the waters will roar,
"Your back it will ache til it's perfectly sore."
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14. |
Sad Story
03:28
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Sad Story
I'll tell you a story might be a sad one
of the troubles and trials when we first begun
it's leaving our country in sorrow to mourn
to take a trip over those mountains to roam
We traveled by daylight we traveled by night
to the top of Droop Mountain where we bedded down
there the miners had built them a nice little town
it was my first beginning my prospecting to find
We dug on the mountain no gold could we find
we dug on the mountain beneath the green waving pines
when they came all down on us with a whoop and a yell
at the crack of our rifles they was wounded and fell
We shot the bold chief at the head of their band
he died like a warrior with his gun in his hand
they gathered all-around him he laid dying in his gore
they whooped and they yelled and we saw them no more
We mounted our horses and shouldered our guns
one more bloody battle now we had to run
but there's nothing that's grieving or troubling my mind
but leaving my sweetheart my sweetheart behind
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15. |
Shelving Rock
02:03
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16. |
Silver Dagger
04:11
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Silver Dagger
young men and maidens pay attention
to these few lines I'm going to write
concerning a man whose name I'll not mention
for once he courted a fair young maid
as soon as her parents came to know this
they strove to part them day and night
they strove to part her and her own dear jewel
who was her sole and hearts delight
so on her bended knee she bowed
saying oh cruel parents pity me
if I can't marry my own dear jewel
what will this whole world do with me
she wandered out all broken hearted
she roamed the fields and meadows around
she wandered out across the broad river
and under the shade of a tree sat down
she sat down all broken hearted
she leaned her back against a tree
she sighed as she said shall I now end it
or will I near my true love be
she took out a silver dagger
and she pierced it through her wounded heart
saying let this be a doleful warning
to all young lovers who have to part
her true love was not far behind her
he heard her make her sad sweet moan
he come riding out like one distracted
saying oh my love I'm left alone
her pretty blue eyes like diamonds opened
as she lay bleeding at his feet
prepare to meet me on Mount Zion
where all our joys will be complete
he picked up her bleeding body
he rolled her over in his arms
is there no friend or foe can save her
she is my sole and hearts delight
then he picked up the bloody weapon
and he pierced it through his wounded heart
saying let this be a dole full warning
to all young lovers who have to part
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17. |
Grandad's Favourite
02:09
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18. |
Edmund Hallahan
07:48
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Edmond Hallahan.
Jasper Collins.
My name is Edmond Callahan.
As you now understand.
I was born and raised in Waterford.
In Irin's happy land.
By a being young and in my prime.
And beauty on me smiled.
My parents dotted it on me.
Me being their only child.
My father bound me to a trade.
In Waterford's fair town.
He bound me to the Cooper there.
By the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully.
For 18 months or more.
Then checked on board the Ocean Queen.
Bound for Valpariso's shore.
And when I reached Valpariso's shore.
I met with Captain Moore.
He was Commander of the flying cloud.
That sailed from Baltimore.
He asked me to go o're with him.
On a slaving voyage to go.
To the burning shores of Africa.
Where the sugar cane does grow.
The flying cloud was a gallant ship.
Bearing 500 tons or more.
She could easily sail around any other ship.
Going out from Baltimore.
Her sails was white as any snow.
And on them were no specs.
And 18 brass nine pounder guns.
She carried on her decks.
(John Galusha, Adirondacks, upstate New York)
Now the flying cloud is as fine a ship.
As ever swam the seas.
Or ever spread a maintop sail.
Before a lively breeze.
I have off time seen her in a Gale.
Blown on her whether beam.
With her main royal flying aloft.
Running 18 off the reel.
In a few weeks after this.
We reached the Fugate shore.
500 of those Negro's.
From their native home we bore.
We marched them down a narrow plank.
And shoved them down below.
Just 18 inches to the man.
Was all we did allow.
And then we put to see again.
With our cargo of slaves.
When plague and fever came onboard.
Swept half of them away.
We hove their bodies up on deck.
And tossed them in the waves.
Oh It'd been better for all the rest.
If they'd have been in their graves.
And in just ten days after this.
We reached Bermuda's shore.
We sold them to the planters there.
To be slaves forever more.
The rye and cotton fields to sow.
Beneath the burning sun.
To live a hard and a retched life.
Until their career was done.
And when our money was all spent.
We put to see again.
When Captain Moore he came onboard.
Saying all of you my men.
There's gold and silver to be had.
It with me you'll remain.
We'll hoist a lofty pirate flag.
And scour the Spanish main.
We all agreed to but five young men.
We towed those lads to land.
Two of them was Boston boys.
And to from newfound land.
The other was an Irish boy.
Belonging to Trimore.
How I wish to my god I'd have joined those boys.
And went with them on land.
The robbed and plundered many a ship.
Out on the Spanish main.
And many a widow and orphan.
We left to grieve in pain.
We marched them down a narrow plank.
And tossed the them in the waves.
For the saying of our Captain Moore.
Was that dead men tell no tales.
(John Galusha, Adirondacks, upstate New York)
For a we were chased by many's the ship.
By liners and frigats too.
But all in vein a stern of us.
Their volleyed thunder flu.
Twas all in vain astern of us.
Their cannons raored so loud.
Yes, all in vein down on the main.
For to catch the flying cloud.
(John Galusha, Adirondacks, upstate New York)
until a Yankee ship, a man o war.
The dungeon, she hove in view.
And she fired a shot across our bows.
'Twas a signal to lay to.
Where answered not that signal shot.
But we flu before the wind.
When a chain shot cut our main mast off.
And we were forced to fall behind.
We cleared our decks for action.
As they came up alongside.
And clear across our quarterdecks.
There ran a crimson tide.
We fought till Captain Moore was shot.
And 80 of his men.
When a bomb shell set our ship on fire.
We were forced to surrender then.
Straight away to Newgate I was brought.
Bound down in iron chains.
For robbing and plundering many a ship.
Out on the Spanish main.
It was whiskey and bad company.
That made a wretch of me.
Beware of my sad fate boys.
And shun all piracy.
Oh fare you well you shady groves.
And the girl that I adore.
Her voice so clear like music sweet.
I'll never hear no more.
I'll never kissed those ruby lips.
Or press her little hand.
But live a hard and a wretched life.
All in a foreign land.
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