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"Steeleye Span" Lyrics black & underlined ... instrumental Steeleye Span - All around my hat (1975) Produced by Mike Batt |
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| Black Jack Davy (Trad. arr. Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) Late last night when the squire came home Enquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack Davy Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed For the grey was never so speedy I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night Till I catch that Black Jack Davy Chorus: He rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild high mountain And they did say that saw him go Black Jack Davy he is hunting He rode east and he rode west All in the morning early Until he spied his lady fair Cold and wet and weary Why did you leave your house and land Why did you leave your baby Why did you leave your own wedded lord To go with the Black Jack Davy Chorus What care I for your goose feather bed With the sheets turned down so bravely Well I may sleep on the cold hard ground Along with the Black Jack Davy Then I'll kick off my high healed shoes Made of the Spanish leather And I'll put on my lowland brogues And skip it o'er the heather Chorus Hard times of old England (Trad. arr. Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) Come all brother tradesmen that travel along O pray come and tell me where the trade is all gone Long time have I travelled and I cannot find none Chorus: And sing O the hard times of Old England In Old England very hard times Provisions you buy at the shop it is true But if you've no money there's none there for you So what's a poor man and his family to do Chorus You must go to the shop and you'll ask for a job They'll answer you there with a shake and a nod Well that's enough to make a man turn out and rob. Chorus You will see the poor tradesmen a walking the street From morning 'till night for employment to seek And scarce have they got any shoes on their feet Chorus Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war Been fighting for Queen and country this year Come home to be starved better stayed where they were Chorus And now to conclude and to finish my song Let us hope that these hard times they will not last long I hope soon to have occasion to alter my song And sing O the good times of Old England In Old England jolly good times Cadgwith anthem (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry, For to rob bags of plunder it is our intent. Chorus: As we roam through the valleys Where the lilies and the roses And the beauty of Kashmir lay drooping his head Then away, then away To the caves in yonder mountain Where the robbers retreat Hush, hush in the distance there's footsteps approaching Stand, stand and deliver it is our watch cry. Sum waves (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) The wife of Ushers Well (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) There lived a wife in Ushers Well A wealthy wife was she She had three stout and stalwart sons And sent them o'er the sea They had not been from Ushers Well A week but barely one When word came to this carlin wife That her three sons were gone I wish the wind may never cease Nor flashes in the flood Till my three sons return to me In earthly flesh and blood It fell about the Martinmas The nights were long and dark Three sons came home to Ushers Well Their hats were made of bark That neither grew in forest green Nor on any wooded rise But from the north side of the tree That grows in Paradise Blow up the fire my merry merry maidens Bring water from the well For all my house shall feed this night Since my three sons are well Then up and crowed the blood red cock And up and crowed the grey The oldest to the youngest said It's time we were away For the cock does crow and the day doth show And the channerin worm doth chide And we must go from Ushers Well To the gates of Paradise I wish the wind may never cease Nor flashes in the flood Till my three sons return to me In earthly flesh and blood |
Gamble
gold (Robin Hood) (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) There chanced to be a pedlar bold A pedlar bold he chanced to be He rolled his pack all on his back And he came tripping o'er the sea By chance he met two troublesome blades Troublesome blades they chanced to be One of them was Robin Hood The other was little John so free Chorus: Gentlemen on high born blood Gamble Gold and Robin Hood “Oh pedlar, pedlar what's in the pack Come speedily and tell to me“ “I've several suits of the gay green silk And silken bow strings two of three“ “If you have suits of the gay green silk And silken bow strings two of three“ “Then by my body“ cries Robin Hood “Half your pack belongs to me“ Chorus “Oh no, oh no,“ says the pedlar bold “No that can never be There's never a man in Nottingham Can take one half my pack from me!“ The Robin Hood he drew his sword And the pedlar by his pack did stand They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow And he cried “Pedlar hold hold your hand“ Chorus “Oh pedlar, pedlar what's thy name Come speedily and tell to me“ “I'm Gamble Gold of the gay green woods I've travelled far beyond the sea“ “If you're Gamble Gold of the gay green woods Then my cousin you must be Let us away to a tavern near And bottles crack most merrily“ Chorus All around my hat (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) Chorus: All around my hat I will wear the green willow All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it It's all for my true love who's far far away Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he The other night he brought me a fine diamond ring But he thought to have deprived me of a far better thing But I being careful like lovers ought to be He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he Chorus Here's a half a pound of reasons, and a quarter pound of sense A small sprig of time and as much of prudence You mix them all together and you will plainly see He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he Chorus Dance with me (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) A knight he rode his lonely way Thinking about his wedding day As he rode through a forest near The elf king's daughter did appear Out she stepped from the elfin band Smiling she held out her hand Welcome Sir Knight, why such speed? Come with me the dance to lead Chorus: Dance, dance, follow me Round and round the greenwood tree Dance, dance, while you may Tomorrow is your dying day Dance with me, dance with me Listen Sir Knight come dance with me, Spurs of gold I'll give to thee Dance neither I will give nor may Tomorrow is my wedding day Please Sir Knight come dance with me A shirt of silk I'll give to thee A shirt of silk so white and fine My mother has bleached in the moon-beams shine Chorus Please Sir Knight come dance with me A crown of gold I'll give to thee Your crown of gold I'll freely take But I'll not join your elfin wake Do you refuse to dance with me A plague of death shall follow thee Between his shoulders a blow she dealt Such a blow he'd never felt Chorus Bachelor's hall (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson) I rode seven horses all to death I rode them till they had no breath I wore five saddles to the trees Non of those girls will marry me. Those women will fret, those women will fuss They spend five hours before their glass The devil take all, I'll have no money at all Always stay single, keep Bachelor's Hall. Stay stay close to my door The women round here, they live by the door They hear but a word, and repeat it twice o'er Then they add it as much as they can Always stay single a bachelor man. Bachelor's Hall is always the best If you're sick drunk or sober it's always a rest No woman to scold you, no children to bawl Always stay single, keep Bachelor's Hall. Stay stay close to my door Bachelor's Hall, Bachelor's Hall, I'll always stay single, keep Bachelor's Hall |
Steeleye Span - Rocket cottage (1976)
Produced by Mike Batt
Recorded at Frans Peters Studios, Hilversum, Holland, June '76
Musicians:
Maddy Prior, vocals;
Peter Knight, fiddle, mandolin, backing vocals;
Tim Hart, guitar, backing vocals;
Bob (Robert) Johnson, guitar, backing vocals;
Rick Kemp, bass;
Nigel Pegrum, drums
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| London (Trad. / Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Chorus (x2): There's your lords and ladies fine Riding in a coach and six, Nothing to drink but claret wine, Talking politics. London is a dainty place, A great and gallant city! All the streets are pav'd with gold And all the folks are witty. There's your beaux with powder'd clothes, Bedaub'd from head to chin; Their pocket-holes adorned with gold But not one sous within. Chorus There your English actor goes With many a hungry belly, While heaps of gold are forc'd, God wot, On Signor Farinelli. Chorus London is a dainty place, A great and gallant city! Alle the streets are pav'd with gold And all the folks are witty. There's your dames with dainty frames, Skins as white as milk, Dressed each day in garments gay Of satin and of silk. London is a dainty place. The Bosnian hornpipes (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Orfeo / Nathan's reel (Trad. / Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) There was a King lived in the West, Green the woods so early, Of all the harpers he was the best, Where the hart goes yearly. The King he has a-hunting gone, Green the woods so early, And left his lady all alone, Where the hart goes yearly. The King of Faerie with his dart, Green the woods so early, Has pierced the lady to the heart, Where the hart goes yearly. So after them the King has gone, Green the woods so early, Until he came to a large grey stone, Where the hart goes yearly. Chorus: And he took out his harp to play. First he played the notes of pain, And all their hearts were weary, Then he played the Faerie reel, And all their hearts were cheery. The King of Faerie, with his rout, Green the woods so early, Has gone to hunt him all about, Where the hart goes yearly. “Come ye into the Faerie hall, Green the woods so early, And play your harp amongst us all,“ Where the hart goes yearly. Chorus: And he pulled out his harp to play. First he played the notes of pain, And all their hearts were weary, Then he played the Faerie reel, And all their hearts were cheery. “Oh what shall I give you for your play?“ Green the woods so early, “Oh let me take my lady away.“ Where the hart goes yearly. The Faerie King said “Be it so, Green the woods so early, Take her by the hand and go.“ Where the hart goes yearly. Chorus: And he pulled out his harp to play. First he played... The twelve witches (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Oh there were twelve witches bold And they lived in the North, And their equals were not seen On the face of the Earth. The first witch, with her hand, The storm could hush, And the second witch could stop All the torrents rush. And the third witch, she could strike Upon the golden lyre, And she charmed both young and old Into the dancing fire. Chorus: |: Rowan tree, red thread, Hold the witches all in dread. :| The fourth witch she could dive In the sea as a fish, And the fifth witch she never wanted Any meat on a dish. And now the next witch go Under the earth could she, And the seventh witch could dance Upon the rolling sea. And the eighth witch on her horn She would blow a blast, And everyone who heard Would shudder and stand aghast. Chorus Oh the ninth witch she tamed all That in the greenwood crept, And the tenth witch, not a nap She had ever slept. The eleventh witch, the grisly Lindworm bound, And the twelfth witch she could all Things understand. And these twelve witches bold, They all lived in the North, And their equals were not seen On the face of the Earth. Chorus (repeat and fade) The brown girl (Trad. / Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) I'm as brown as brown can be, My eyes are black as sloes, I'm as brisk as a night-time nightingale As wild as the forest doe. My love was high and proud, A fortune by his side, But a fairer maiden than ever I'll be He took to be his bride. He sent me a letter of love, He sent it from the town, He wrote to tell me that his love was lost Because I was so brown. I sent back his letter of love, In anger I wrote down: “Your love is wasted on such as me Because I am so brown.“ Chorus: |: I'll dance upon your grave for twelve months and a day; I'll do as much for you as any maiden may. I'll make you rue the very day that you were born; I'm a bonny brown girl. :| I heard not another word more Until six months passed by, The doctor said he had a broken heart, Without me he would die. I went to his bedside, I walked and never ran, I laughed so loud and then louder still All at this love-sick man. Chorus “I prithee forget,“ said he, “I prithee forget and forgive, Oh, grant to me just a little space That I may be well and live.“ I'll dance upon your grave For twelve months and a day. You'll die for betraying a bonny brown girl All on one summer's day. |
Fighting
for strangers (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Chorus: What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers? When you could be safe at home free from all dangers. A recruiting sergeant came our way To an inn nearby at the close of day, He said, “Young Johnny you're a fine young man. Would you like to march along behind a military band, With a scarlet coat, a big cocked hat, And a musket at your shoulder?“ A shilling he took and he kissed the book; Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to you. A recruiting sergeant marched away From the inn nearby at the break of day. Johnny went too with half a ring; He was off to be a soldier, he'd be fighting for the King In a far off war, in a far off land, To face a foreign soldier. But how will you fare when there's lead in the air; Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to you? Chorus Oh the sun shone high on a barren land As a thin red line took a military stand. There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too, Swords and bayonets thrusting through. Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to you; But your soldiering's done and we're sending you home; Oh poor Johnny what have they done to you. Oh they said he was a hero and not to grieve Over two wooden pegs and empty sleeves. They carried him home and they set him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown. You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, The enemy nearly slew you. You'll have to go out on the streets to beg; Oh poor Johnny what have they done to you. Chorus (x3) Sligo maid (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Sir James the Rose (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) Oh have you heard Sir James the Rose, The young heir of Loch Laggan? For he has killed a gallant squire And his friends are out to take him. And he's gone to the House of Marr, The Nurse there did befriend him. And he has gone upon his knees And begged for her to hide him. “Where're you going Sir James?“ she said, “Where now are you riding?“ “Oh I am bound to a foreign land But now I'm under hiding.“ Chorus: Where shall I go? Where shall I run? Where shall I go for to hide me? For I have killed a gallant squire And they're seeking for to slay me. Then he's turned him right and round about And rolled him in the bracken, And he has gone to take a sleep In the lowlands of Loch Laggan. He had not well gone out of sight Nor was he past Milstrethen When four and twenty belted knights Came riding o'er the leathen. “Have you seen Sir James the Rose, The young heir of Loch Laggan? For he has killed a gallant squire, And we're sent out to take him.“ Chorus “You'll see the bank above the mill In the lowlands of Loch Laggan, And there you'll find Sir James the Rose Sleeping in the bracken.“ “You must not wake him out of sleep, Nor yet must you afright him, Just run a dart right through his heart And through the body pierce him.“ They sought the bank above the mill In the lowlands of Loch Laggan, And there they found Sir James the Rose Sleeping in the bracken. Chorus Then up and spake Sir John the Graeme Who had the charge a-keeping, “It'll never be said, dear gentlemen, We killed him while he's sleeping.“ They seized his broadsword and his targe And closely him surrounded, And when he woke out of his sleep His senses were confounded. Now they have taken out his heart And stuck it on a spear, They took it to the House of Marr And gave it to his dear. Chorus The Camptown races (Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864)) This is a “live cut“ during the warm-up of the recording session of Rocket Cottage with notes and laughter from the band; recorded by Mike Batt without them knowing. The track isn't mentioned in the record liner notes; but the LP definitely holds five tracks on side 2! On the CD, this is one track together with The drunkard Intro. (Dulcimer) Woooh... Camptown racetrack five miles long Doo-dah doo-dah The Camptown ladies sing this song Doo-dah doo-dah day Camptown racetrack five miles long Doo-dah doo-dah Camptown ladies sing this song Doo-dah doo-dah day Gwine to run all night Gwine to run all day I'll bet my money on a bob-tail nag Somebody bet on the bay I'm gwine to run all night Oh, I'm gwine to run all day I'll bet my money on a bob-tail nag And somebody bet on the bay Ending (Fiddle) [Gwine= Goin'] The drunkard (Trad. arr. Tim Hart / Peter Knight / Maddy Prior / Robert Johnson / Rick Kemp / Nigel Pegrum) I will walk the streets up and I'll walk the streets down; I will see the landlady dressed in a silk gown. With my elbows all out and my breeches without knees, You are the biggest vagabond that e'er I did see. Where I go so raggedy and you go so fine, It's of the good money you have took of mine. Ale and tobacco for you I have paid, If I ain't, you'd have gone in your raggedy ways. If I had a-listened to my old woman at the first, I might have had silver and gold in me purse To maintain my wife and my children so small. But 'tis I, silly drunkard, have ruined them all. So I'll cock up my hat as I had on before, And I'll go home to me wife and I'll love her no more. The more I will beat her, the more she will cry, And the more silly drunkard and blackguard am I. (Repeat first verse) |
© Steeleye Span discography by Reinhard Zierke, adapted by Dieter Friedl, November 7, 2020 / Impressum |
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