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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
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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Feather Dove 01:39
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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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New England 05:25
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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Piney Woods 02:40
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Johnny 02:18
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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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Bob Porter 01:19
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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Sad Story 03:28
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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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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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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