1. |
Johnny Be Fair
02:20
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O Johnny be good and Johnny be fair
And he wants me for to wed.
And I would have married Johnny
But me father up and said,
“I hate to tell you daughter,
But your mother never knew:
That Johnny he’s a son of mine
And so he's kin to you.”
O Willie be good and Willie be fair
And he wants me for to wed.
And I would have married Willie
But me father up and said,
“I hate to tell you daughter,
But your mother never knew:
That Willie he’s a son of mine
And so he's kin to you.”
Jimmy be good and Jimmy be fair
And he wants me for to wed.
And I would have married Jimmy
But me father up and said,
“I hate to tell you daughter,
But your mother never knew:
That Jimmy he’s a son of mine
And so he's kin to you.”
So I went home to me mother
And I hung me head in shame.
Of all the lads in town,
and my name I couldn’t change.
She said, “My dearest girl,
your Father me will surely kill.
But your father’s not your father,
So marry who you will.”
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2. |
Single Girl
02:34
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3. |
Cuckoo's Nest
03:39
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As I was a-walking one morning in May
I met a pretty fair maid and unto her did say:
“For love I am inclined and I’ll tell you my mind
That my inclination lies in your cuckoo’s nest.”
“My darling,” said she, “I am innocent and young,
And I scarcely can believe your false deluding tongue.
Yet I see it in your eyes and it fills me with surprise
That your inclination lies in my cuckoo’s nest.”
Chorus:
Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,
Some like a girl who is slender in the waist.
But I like a girl that will wriggle and will twist:
At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo’s nest.
“Then my darling,” says he, “if you see it in my eyes,
Then think of it as fondness and do not be surprised.
For I love you, my dear, and I’ll marry you, I swear,
If you let me lay my hand on your cuckoo’s nest.”
“My darling,” said she, “I can do no such thing,
For my mother often told me it was committing sin
My maidenhead to lose and my sense to be abused.
So have no more to do with my cuckoo’s nest.”
(Chorus)
“My darling,” says he, “it is not committing sin.
But common sense should tell you it is a pleasing thing,
For you were brought into this world to increase and do your best
And to help a man to heaven in your cuckoo’s nest.”
“Then my darling,” says she, “I cannot you deny,
For you’ve surely won my heart by the roving of your eye.
Yet I see it in your eyes that your courage is surprised,
So gently lift your hand in my cuckoo’s nest.”
(Chorus)
So this couple they got married and soon they went to bed
And now this pretty fair maid has lost her maidenhead.
In a small country cottage they increase and do their best
And he often lays his hand on her cuckoo’s nest.
(Chorus)
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4. |
Hangman
05:37
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Hangman, hangman, slack your line
Slack it just a while
'Cause I think I see my papa comin'
Traveling many a mile
Traveling many a mile
'Papa, Papa, Papa, has you brought gold
For to pay that hangman's fee?
Or did you come to see me swingin'
High from this hangman's tree?'
'Daughter, daughter, I brought no gold
For to pay that hangman's fee
But I did come to see you swingin', swingin'
High from this hangman's tree.'
Hangman, hangman, slack your line
Slack it just a while
'Cause I think I see my mama comin'
Traveling many a mile
'Mama, mama, mama, has you brought gold
For to pay that hangman's fee?
Or did you come to see me swingin', swingin'
High from this hangman's tree?
High from this hangman's tree?'
'Daughter, daughter, I brought no gold
For to pay that hangman's fee
But I come to see you swingin', swingin'
High from this hangman's tree,
High from this hangman's tree.'
Hangman, hangman, slack your line
Slack it just a while
'Cause I think I see my lover comin'
Traveling many a mile
Traveling many a mile
'Sweetheart, Sweetheart, did you bring gold
For to pay that hangman's fee?
Or did you come to see me swingin', swingin',
High from this hangman's tree?
High from this hangman's tree?'
'Darling, Darling, I brought you that gold
For to pay this hangman's fee
'Cause I don't want to see you swinging', swinging'
High from this hangman's tree,
High from this hangman's tree'.
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5. |
Long Journey
03:04
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Simon Robinson Leeds, UK
www.simonrobinsonsounds.co.uk
Leeds based musician. Playing folk music from England and America on banjo and guitar.
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