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Songs We Sing, page 2
Songs in Latin
All
Among The Barley
Now
is come September, the Hunter’s moon begun And through the wheat and stubble we turn the green to dun The leaves of pale and yellow are kindlin’
into red And
the ripe and bearded barley is hangin’ down his head. Chorus: All among the barley Who could not be blithe? When the ripe and bearded barley Is smilin’ on the scythe. The Spring is like a young man who does
not know his mind. The
Summer she’s a tyrant, the most ungracious kind. The Autumn is an old friend who loves where all she can, For she brings the bearded barley to gladden the hearts
on man. The wheat is like a rich
man, he’s sleek and well to do. The oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing, too. The rye is like a miser, he’s sulky, lean and
small. But
the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all. The babe it knows no grief nor care, safe in its mothers breast. The grown man, he must strive
and strain, it's seldom he can rest. The grey beard sits and takes his ease, where care no more holds sway. With
pipe, and dog, and clear brown ale, he dreams the time away.
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All Around My Hat
Chorus:
It’s all around my hat I will
wear the green willow, It’s all around my hat, for a twelve month and a
day. And
if anyone should ask me the reason why I’m wearin’
it: I’m
wearin’ it for my true love who is far, far away.
Fare thee well cold winter, fare
thee well cold frost.
Nothing have I gained and my own true love I’ve lost. I will sing and I’ll be merry, on occasion I do see He’s a false, deluding young man.
Let him go, fare well he.
The other night he bought me a fine golden ring
He thought to deprive me of a far greater thing But I am being careful, a s lovers ought
to be. He’s
a false, deluding young man. Let him go, fare well he.
Take a half a pound of reason, a quarter pound of sense,
A small sprig of time, and as much of prudence. You put it all together,
and you will plainly see, He’s a false, deluding young man. Let him go, fare well he.
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The
Prickle-Holly Bush
“Oh,
slack your horse,” cries George, “Come slack it for a while, For I think I see my father there Coming
over yonder style.”
“Did you bring gold? Did you bring silver to
set me free? For to save my body from the cold gaol wall And my neck from the high gallows tree.”
“I've no gold, And I've no silver to set you free, But I have come to see thee hang, Hang
upon the high gallows tree.”
Oh, the prickle-holly bush, it pricks, it pricks, It
pricks my heart full sore And if e’er I get out of the prickle-holly bush I'll never go there no more.
[Repeat for his mother and sister; then his sweetheart, who responds:]
“I've
brought gold, And I've brought silver to set you free, For I can’t bear to see thee hang, Hang upon
the high gallows tree.”
Oh, the prickle-holly bush, it pricks, it pricks, Oh,
it pricks my heart full sore And now that I'm out of the prickle-holly bush I'll never go there no more.
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Bawdy Songs
Mary Mack
There is a little lass and her name is Mary Mack. Make no mistake, she’s the one I’m gonna take. A lot of other fellas will be trying to
get her back But
I’m thinking that they’ll have to get up early.
Chorus:
Mary Mack’s mother’s making Mary Mack marry me, My mother’s making me marry Mary Mack. I’m gonna marry
Mary so my Mary will take care of me. We’ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack. Yum-dum-deedle-idle-eedle-idle-um
Now Mary and her mother go an awful
lot together,
In
fact you hardly see the one alone without the other. People often wonder is it Mary or her mother Or the both of them together that I’m courtin’.
Now the wedding’s on a Wednesday and everything’s
arranged,
Her
name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed. I’m making the arrangements, I’m feeling ‘bout deranged For marriage is an awful
undertaking.
It’s sure to
be a grand affair and grander than a fair.
A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that’s there We’ll dine upon the finest fare,
I’m sure to get my share. If I don’t we’ll all be very much mistaken.
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The Bells Of Norwich
Loud are the bells of Norwich and the people
come and go. Here
by the tower of Julian I tell them what I know.
Chorus:
Ring out, bell of Norwich And let the winter come and go And all will be well again, I know.
Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the snow.
Love, like the yellow daffodil
is Lord of all I know.
Ring for the yellow daffodil, the flower in the snow.
Ring for the yellow daffodil, and tell them what I know.
Loud are the bells of Norwich and the people come and go.
Here by the tower of Julian
I tell them what I know.
All shall be well, I’m telling you,
Let the winter come and go And all will be well again, I know.
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Let Union Be Come my friends let us be
jolly, Drive
away old melancholy. To be sad, it would be folly When we’re met together. Chorus: Let union be in all our hearts. Let union join our hearts as one. We’ll end the day as we’ve begun; We’ll end it
all in pleasure. Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh When we’re met together. Fill the board, let there be plenty. The man who wants to be
content he Eats
and drinks enough for twenty! When we’re met together. Solomon, a wise man hoary Told of wine in song and story. In our drink we’ll chirp and glory! When we’re met together. Take the bottle as it passes, Do not fail to fill your
glasses. Water
drinkers are dull asses! When we’re met together.
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