Please to see the King

The Blacksmith

 

"A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better

He fairly won my heart; he wrote me a letter

With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever

And if I were with my love, I would live forever

 

"O, where is my love gone, with his cheeks like roses?

He is gone across the sea, gathering primroses

I'm afraid the shining sun might burn and scorch his beauty

And if I were with my love, I would do my duty

 

"Strange news is a-come to town, strange news is a-carried

Strange news flies up and down that my love is a-married

O, I wish them both much joy, though they don't hear me

And if I were with my love, I would do my duty

 

"O, what did you promise me when you lay beside me?

You said you'd marry me, and not deny me."

"If I said I'd marry you, 'twas only to try you

So bring your witness, love, and I'll not deny you."

 

"O, witness have I none save God Almighty

And may He reward you well for the slighting of me."

Her lips grew pale and wan; it made her poor heart tremble

For to think she had loved one, and he proved deceitful

 

A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better

He fairly won my heart; he wrote me a letter

With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever

And if I were with my love, I would live forever

 

Cold Haily Windy Night

 

Oh me hat it is frozen to me head

Me feet they are like a lump of lead

Oh me shoes they are frozen to me feet

With standing at your window

 

Let me in, the soldier cried

Cold haily windy night

Oh let me in, the soldier cried

For I'll not go back again, no

 

Me father he watches down on the street

Me mother the chamber keys do keep

Oh, the doors and the windows they do creak

I dare not let you in O

 

Let me in, the soldier cried

Cold haily windy night

Oh let me in, the soldier cried

For I'll not go back again, no

 

Oh and she's rose up and she's let him in

She's kissed her true love cheek and chin

And she's drawn him between her sheets again

And she opened and she let him in O

 

Then she has blessed the rainy night

Cold haily windy night

Oh then she has blessed the rainy night

That she opened and she let him in O

 

Soldier, soldier stay with me

Soldier, soldier won't you marry me

Oh no, no, no, it never can be

So fare bid thee well forever

 

Then she has wept for the rainy night

Cold haily windy night

Then she has wept for the rainy night

That she opened and she let him in O

 

Oh and he's jumped up all out of the bed

He's put his hat all on his head

But she had lost her maidenhead

Her mother she heard the din O

 

Then she has cursed the rainy night

Cold haily windy night

O then she has cursed the rainy night

That she opened and she let him in O

 

Prince Charlie Stuart

 

If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army

He was a gallant sight to behold

With his fine tartan hose on his bonnie round leg

And his buckles all pure shining gold

The tartan my love wore was the finest Stuart Kilt

With his soft skin all under it as white as any milk

It's no wonder that seven hundred highlanders were killed

In restoring my Charlie to me

 

My love was six foot two without stocking or shoe

In proportion my true love was built

Like I told you before upon Culloden Moor

Where the brave highland army was killed

Prince Charlie Stuart was my true love's name

He was the flower of England and a pride to his name

Ah but now they have banished him over to Spain

And so dear was my Charlie to me

 

Boys of Bedlam

 

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam

Ten thousand miles I'd travel

Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes

For to save her shoes from gravel

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

I went down to Satan's kitchen

For to get me food one morning

And there I got souls piping hot

All on the spit a-turning

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

Me staff has murdered giants

And me bag a long knife carries

For to cut mince pies from children's thighs

With which to feed the fairies

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

This spirit's white as lightning

Would on me travels guide me

The moon would shake and the stars would quake

When ever they espied me

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

And when that I have murdered

The man in the moon to a powder

His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake

And there'll howl no demon louder

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam

Ten thousand years I'd travel

Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes

For to save her shoes from gravel

 

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air

And they want no drink nor money

 

False Knight on the Road

 

"Oh, where are you going," says the false knight on the road

"I'm going to me school," says the wee boy and still he stood

"What is on your back," says the false knight on the road

"Me bundles and me books," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"I came and walking by your door," says the false knight on the road

"That lay in your way," says the wee boy and still he stood

"I flung your dog a stone," says the false knight on the road

"I wish it was a bone," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"Oh, what sheep and cattle's that," says the false knight on the road

"They're mine and me father's," says the wee boy and still he stood

"And how many shall be mine," says the false knight on the road

"The ones that have the blue tail," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"Oh, how can I get a share o' them," says the false knight on the road

"You cannot get a share of them," says the wee boy and still he stood

"And why the stick all in your hand," says the false knight on the road

"To keep me from all cold and harm," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"As I wish you were in younder tree," says the false knight on the road

"A ladder under me," says the wee boy and still he stood

"The ladder it'll break," says the false knight on the road

"And you will surely fall," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"I wish you were in yonder sea," says the false knight on the road

"A good boat under me," says the wee boy and still he stood

"The boat will surely sink," says the false knight on the road

"And you will surely drown," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

"Has your mother more than you," says the false knight on the road

"Oh, none of them for you," says the wee boy and still he stood

"I think I hear a bell," says the false knight on the road

"It's ringing you to hell," says the wee boy and still he stood

 

The Lark in the Morning

 

Lay still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet

It's a fine dewy morning and besides, my love, it is wet

 

Oh let it be wet my love and ever so cold

I will rise my fond Floro and away to my fold

 

Oh no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing

It's a bright sun a-shining and the lark is on the wing

 

Oh the lark in the morning she rises from her nest

And she mounts in the air with the dew on her breast

And like a pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and sing

And at night she will return to her own nest again

 

When the ploughboy has done all he's got for to do

He trips down to the meadows where the grass is all cut down

 

Oh the lark in the morning she rises from her nest

And she climbs to the dawn with the dew on her breast

And like a pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and sing

And at night she will return to her own nest again

 

The Female Drummer

 

I was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen

Oh I ran away to London and a soldier I became

Chorus

With me fine cap and feather, likewise me rattling drum

They learned me to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum

With me gentle waist so slender, me fingers long and small

And to play upon the rub-a-dub the best of them all

And so many were the pranks that I saw among the french

And so boldly did I fight me boys although I'm but a wench

And in buttoning up me trousers so often have I smiled

To think I lay with a thousand men and a maiden all the while

Chorus

And they never found my secret out until this very hour

When they sent me off to London to keep sentry o'er the Tower

When a young girl fell in love with me and she found that I was a maid

She went up to me officer me secret she betrayed

Chorus

He unbuttoned then my red tunic and he found that it was true

‘It's a shame, he says, ‘to lose a pretty drummer boy like you

So now I must return to me mum and dad at home

And along with me bold comrades it's no longer can I roam

Chorus

 

The King

 

Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place

By your leave, we will sing concerning our king

 

Our king is well dressed, in the silks of the best

In ribbons so rare, no king can compare

 

We have travelled many miles, over hedges and stiles

In search of our king, unto you we bring

 

We have powder and shot to conquer the lot

We have cannon and ball to conquer them all

 

Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last

And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new

 

Lovely on the Water


As I walked out one morning
In the springtime of the year
I overheard a sailor boy
Likewise a lady fair

They sang a song together
Made the valleys for to ring
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
Proclaimed the lovely spring

Said Willy unto Nancy
Oh we soon must sail away
For its lovely on the water
To hear the music play

For our Queen she do want seamen
So I will not stay on shore
I will brave the wars for my country
Where the blund'ring cannons roar

Poor Nancy fell and fainted
But soon he brought her to
For it's there they kissed and there embraced
And took a fond adieu

Come change your ring with me my love
For we may meet once more
But there's one above that will guard you love
Where the blund'ring cannons roar

For pounds it is our bounty
And that must do for thee
But to help the aged parents
While I am on the sea

For Tower Hill is crowded
With mother's weeping sore
For their sons are gone to face the foe
Where the blundering cannons roar

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