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Liege & Lief - Fairport Convention - Island 1969 
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Come all ye - Sandy Denny / Ashley Hutchings
Reynardine - Traditional
Matty Groves - Traditional
Farewell, Farewell - Richard Thompson
The Deserter - Traditional
Medley : - Traditional
a) the lark in the morning
b) rakish paddy
c) foxhunter's jigs
d) toss the feathers
Tam Lin - Traditional -
Crazy Man Michael - Dave Swarbrick / Richard Thompson
Come all ye
Come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Those that dance will start to dance
and those who don't will stay
in time to lis our merry tune
that we play for you today.
So come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Our fiddler, he just loves to play
and that's why he plays so good
and now he plays a violin
Made out of solid wood.
So come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Possessor of the magic touch
and no magician he
Will play for you some magic notes
instead, as you will see.
So come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Sound of beating on the drum
Song behind you'll hear
and to the rhythm of guitar
We hope you'll lend an ear.
So come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Well, the man who plays the bass does make
those low notes that you hear
and the high notes come from you and me
for we will sing so clear.
So come all ye rolling minstrels
and together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
and move the rolling sky.
Reynardine
One evening as I rambled
among the leaves so green
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine.
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
her lips as red as wine
and he smiled to gaze upon her
Did that sly old Reynardine.
She said, "Kind sir, be civil
my company forsake
for in my own opinion
I fear you are some rake".
"Oh no," he said, "no rake am I
Brought up in Venus' train
but I'm seeking for concealment
all along the lonesome plain".
"Your beauty so enticed me
I could not pass it by
so it's with my gun I'll guard you
all on the mountains high".
"And if by chance you should look for me
perhaps you'll not me find
for I'll be in my castle
Inquire for Reynardine".
Sun and dark, she followed him
his teeth did brightly shine
and he led her up a-the mountains
Did that sly old Reynardine.
Matty Groves
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
and when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
and there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
by the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home".
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
and in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
and when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam.
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
when he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep ?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
but better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
for you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
but you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
and you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can".
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
and then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me ?"
and then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery".
Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
but bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin".
Farewell, Farewell
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
the cold north wind will blow again
the winding road does call.
And will you never return to see
Your bruised and beaten sons ?
"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were
for they love me, every one".
And will you never cut the cloth
or drink the light to be ?
And can you never swear a year
to anyone of we ?
"No, I will never cut the cloth
or drink the light to be
but I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep along side of me".
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
the cold north wind will blow again
the winding road does call.
The Deserter
As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
a recruiting party came a-beating my way
They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know
and to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go.
When first I deserted, I thought myself free
until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me.
Court martial, court martial, they help upon me
and the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
for now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me.
When next I deserted, I thought myself free
until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me.
Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
and the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
for now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me.
Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed ?
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
for he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country".
Medley :
strumentale
Tam Lin
"I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there.
None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge
either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead".
Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
and she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she.
She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two
when up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more".
"And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me ?"
"I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee".
Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
and she's gone to her father as fast as go can she.
Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild
"Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child".
"Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame
There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name.
For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey
I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have".
Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee
and she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she.
"Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell ?"
"The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell.
And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell
I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself.
But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride
those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy.
So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown
Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down.
For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town
for I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown.
Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake
but hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father.
And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold
but hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child.
And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight
but cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight".
In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring
She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win.
Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she
Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die.
"Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see
I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree".
Crazy Man Michael
Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
and shortly they were a-talking.
"Your future, your future, I would tell to you
Your future, you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
and Crazy Man Michael will cursed be".
Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
and beat at the four winds with his fists-oh
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
for his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh.
"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
You speak for the devil that haunts me
for is she not the fairest in all the broad land ?
Your sorceror's words are to taunt me".
He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
and struck down the raven through the heart-oh
the bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
and the cold earth did wonder and start-oh.
"Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
That here'd lie on the ground-oh ?
I see that my true love with a wound so red"
Her lover's heart it did pound-oh.
Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks
and talks to the night and the day-oh
but his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
and he longs to be far away.
Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
and asks the wild woods their pardon
for his true love is flown into every flower grown
and he must be keeper of the garden.
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