Below the Salt

Spotted Cow

 

One morning in the month of June

As from my cot' I strayed

Just at the dawning of the day

I met with a charming maid

 

'Good morning you, whither?' said I

'Good morning to you now'

The maid replied, 'kind sir' she cried

'I've lost my spotted cow'

 

'No longer weep, no longer mourn

Your cow's not lost my dear

I saw her down in yonder grove

Come love and I'll show you where'

 

'I must confess you're very kind

I thank you sir,' said she

'We will be sure her there to find

Come sweetheart, go with me'

 

And in the grove they spent the day

They thought it passed too soon

At night they homeward bent their way

While brightly shone the moon

 

If he should cross the flowery dale

Or go to view the plough

She comes and calls, 'You gentle swain

I've lost my spotted cow

 

Rosebud in June

 

It's a rosebud in June

And the violets in full bloom

And the small birds are singing

Love songs on each spray

 

[Chorus]

We'll pipe and we'll sing love

We'll dance in a ring love

When each lad takes his lass

All on the green grass

And it's oh to plough

Where the fat oxen graze low

And the lads and the lasses

Do sheep shearing go

 

[Chorus]

 

When we have all sheared

Our jolly, jolly sheep

What joy can be greater

Than to talk of their increase

 

[Chorus]

 

Their flesh it is good

It's the best of all food

And their wool it will cloth us

And keep our backs from the cold

 

[Chorus]

 

Here's the ewes and the lambs

Here's the hogs and the rams

And the fat wethers too

They will make a fine show

 

Sheep Crook and Black Dog

 

[Chorus]

Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog

I give it to you

Here's my bag and my budget

I bid it adieu

Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog

I leave them behind

Fine laurel, fine floral

You've proved all unkind

 

[Verse 1]

All to my dear Dinah these words did I say

Tomorrow we'll be married love, tomorrow is the day

'Tis too soon dear Willy, my age is too young

One day to our wedding is one day too soon

 

[Verse 2]

I'll go into service if the day ain't too late

To wait on a fine lady, it is my intent

And when into service a year or two bound

It's then we'll get married and both settle down

 

[Verse 3]

A little time after a letter was wrote

To see if my Dinah had changed her mind

But she wrote that she's led such a contrary life

She said that she'd never be a young shepherd's wife

 

Royal Forester

 

I am a forester of this land

As you may plainly see

It's the mantle of your maidenhead

That I would have from thee

 

He's taken her by the milk-white hand

And by the leylan sleeve

He's lain her down upon her back

And asked no man's leave

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

Now since you've lain me down young man

You must take me up again

And since you've had your will on me

Come tell to me your name

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

Some call me Jim, some call me John

Begad it's all the same

But when I'm in the king's high court

Erwilian is my name

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an 

She being a good scholar

She's spelt it over again

Erwilian, that's a Latin word

But Willy is your name

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

Now when he heard his name pronounced

He mounted his high horse

She's belted up her petticoat

And followed with all her force

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

He rode and she ran

A long summer day

Until they came by the river

That's commonly called the Tay

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

The water it's too deep my love

I'm afraid you cannot wade

But afore he'd ridden his horse well in

She was on the other side

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

She went up to the king's high door

She knocked and she went in

Said one of your chancellor's robbed me

And he's robbed me right and clean

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

Has he robbed you of your mantle

Has he robbed you of your ring

No he's robbed me of my maidenhead

And another I can't find

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

If he be a married man

Then hanged he shall be

And if he be a single man

He shall marry thee

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

 

This couple they got married

They live in Huntley town

She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter

And he's the blacksmith's son

With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

KIng Henry

Let never a man a wooing wend

That lacketh things three

A store of gold, an open heart

And full of charity;

And this was seen of King Henry

Though he lay quite alone

For he's taken him to a haunted hall

Seven miles from the town

 

He's chased the deer now him before

And the doe down by the den

Till the fattest buck in all the flock

King Henry he has slain

His huntsmen followed him to the hall

To make them burly cheer

When loud the wind was heard to sound

And an earthquake rocked the floor

 

And darkness covered all the hall

Where they sat at their meat

The grey dogs, yowling, left their food

And crept to Henry's feet

And louder howled the rising wind

And burst the fastened door

And in there came a grisly ghost

Stamping on the floor

 

Her head hit the roof-tree of the house

Her middle you could not span

Each frightened huntsman fled the hall

And left the king alone

Her teeth were like the tether stakes

Her nose like club or mell

And nothing less she seemed to be

Than a fiend that comes from hell

 

Some meat, some meat you King Henry

Some meat you give to me

Go kill your horse you King Henry

And bring him here to me;

He's gone and slain his berry brown steed

Though it made his heart full sore

For she's eaten up both skin and bone

Left nothing but hide and hair

 

More meat, more meat you King Henry

More meat you give to me

Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry

And bring them here to me;

And when he's slain his good greyhounds

It made his heart full sore

She's eaten them up both skin and bone

Left nothing but hide and hair

 

More meat, more meat you King Henry

More meat you give to me

Go fell your goshawks King Henry

And bring them here to me;

And when he's slain his gay goshawks

It made his heart full sore

She's eaten them up both skin and bone

Left nothing but feathers bare

 

Some drink, some drink now King Henry

Some drink you give to me

Oh you sew up your horse's hide

And bring in a drink to me

And he's sewed up the bloody hide

And a pipe of wine put in

And she's drank it up all in one draught

Left never a drop therein

 

A bed, a bed now King Henry

A bed you'll make for me

Oh you must pull the heather green

And make it soft for me;

And pulled has he the heather green

And made for her a bed

And taken has he his gay mantle

And o'er it he has spread

 

Take off your clothes now King Henry

And lie down by my side

Now swear, now swear you King Henry

To take me for your bride

Oh God forbid, says King Henry

That ever the like betide

That ever a fiend that comes from hell

Should stretch down by my side

 

When the night was gone and the day was come

And the sun shone through the hall

The fairest lady that ever was seen

Lay between him and the wall

I've met with many a gentle knight

That gave me such a fill

But never before with a courteous knight

That gave me all my will

 

Gaudete

 

Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus

Ex Maria virgine: Gaudete!

 

Tempus adest gratiae, Hoc quod optabamus

Carmina laetitiae Devote redamus

 

Deus homo factus est Natura mirante

Mundus renovatus est A Christo regnante

 

Ezecheelis porta clausa per transitur

Unde Lux est orta Salus invenitur

 

Ergo nostra contio psallat iam in lustro

Benedicat Domino salus Regi nostro

 Translation 

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Christ is born of the Virgin Mary; Rejoice!

 

The time of grace has come for which we have prayed

Let us devoutly sing songs of joy

 

God is made man, while nature wonders

The world is renewed by Christ the King

 

The closed gate of Ezekiel has been passed through

From where the light has risen (the East), salvation is found

 

Therefore, let our assembly sing praises now at this time of purification

Let it bless the Lord: greetings to our King

 

John Barleycorn

 

There were three men came from the West

Their fortunes for to try

And these three men made a solemn vow:

John Barleycorn must die

 

They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in

Threw clods upon his head

And these three men made a solemn vow:

John Barleycorn was dead

 

They've let him lie for a very long time

Till the rains from heaven did fall

And little Sir John sprung up his head

And so amazed them all

 

They've let him stand till midsummer's day

Till he looked both pale and wan

And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard

And so become a man

 

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp

To cut him off at the knee

They've rolled him and tied him by the way

Serving him most barbarously

 

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks

Who pricked him to the heart

And the loader he has served him worse than that

For he's bound him to the cart

 

They've wheeled him around and around the field

Till they came unto a barn

And there they made a solemn oath

On poor John Barleycorn

 

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks

To cut him skin from bone

And the miller he has served him worse than that

For he's ground him between two stones

 

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl

And he's brandy in the glass;

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl

Proved the strongest man at last

 

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox

Nor so loudly to blow his horn

And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot

Without a little Barleycorn

 

Saucy Sailor

 

Come my own one, come my fair one

Come now unto me

Could you fancy a poor sailor lad

Who has just come from sea?

 

You are ragged love, you are dirty love

And your clothes smell much of tar

So be gone you saucy sailor lad

So be gone, you Jack Tar

 

If I am ragged love and I am dirty love

And my clothes smell much of tar

I have silver in my pocket love

And gold in great store

 

And then when she heard him say so

On her bended knees she fell

I will marry my dear Henry

For I love a sailor lad so well

 

Do you think that I am foolish love?

Do you think that I am mad?

For to wed with a poor country girl

Where no fortune's to be had

 

I will cross the briny ocean

I will whistle and sing

And since you have refused the offer love

Some other girl shall wear the ring

 

I am frolicsome, I am easy

Good tempered and free

And I don't give a single pin my boys

 What the world thinks of me 

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