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Come Sing Away Boys
03:33
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Come, come, come, sing away boys, let our voices keep time
To the tune of the bells that so merrily, so merrily, so merrily
ding, ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong, bell
ding, ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong, bell
so merrily chime
From the bells we learn friendship, when there's mirth they will ring,
So we should rejoice when another, so we should rejoice, so we should rejoice, so we should rejoice when another, another can sing
When our arms are victorious they loyally peal,
Then with joy let us join with our voices, join with our voices,
huzza! huzza! huzza! for Old England's weal.
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Come Follow Follow Me
02:21
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Come, follow, follow me,
Come, follow, follow me,
And we will to the greenwood go,
With mirth and merry glee.
The waving trees are green,
And fresh as e'er were seen;
The woods shall ring while we will sing,
For merry we will be.
The wanton birds rejoice;
Let's add to their notes our voice,
And merrily, merrily troll,
With heart and with soul, sweet melody.
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Come Hear Me
03:10
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Come hear me, hear me, hear me!
Come hear me, hear me, my boy!
Hast a mind friends to gain, friends to gain, friends to gain,
Be you kindly to all, and friends you, you will obtain.
A generous friendship joy does impart,
Come hear me, hear me, hear me
A generous friendship joy does impart,
And a time to good music is beat by the heart.
Let each be content,
Come hear me, hear me!
Let each be content with his own proper store,
And keep ourselves honest, keep ourselves honest, though the world keep us poor.
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Turn Amarillis
01:36
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Turn, Amarillis, to thy swain,
Thy Damon calls thee back again;
Here is a pretty, pretty, pretty arbour by,
Where Apollo, where Apollo cannot spy,
There let's sit, and whilst I play,
Sing to my pipe a roundelay.
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A Northern Catch
04:22
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I'se ga with thee, my sweet Peggy, my honey,
Fa la la la la la la la la la,
Thou's be welcome to me with thy money,
Sing fa la la la la la;
Then strike it up, piper, let's ha'e'ed a spring,
Gid feth! sir, and that's you's ha', hey, ding, hey, ding.
Brass your tabour, whilst we labour,
Fa la la la la la la,
Hark how the drone below alone doth hum!
Whilst my pigsney cries, fie, fie, fie, fie,
I say no more, but mum.
Thou and I will foot it, Joe,
Fa la la la la la la,
And what we'll do neen shall know,
But taste the juice of barley,
We'll sport all night, for our delight,
And home in the morning early.
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Come Follow, Follow
02:48
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Come, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me
Whither shall I follow, follow, follow,
Whither shall I follow, follow thee?
To the greenwood, to the greenwood,
To the greenwood, greenwood tree.
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Under This Stone
02:27
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Under this stone lies Gabriel John,
Who died in the year one thousand and one;
Cover his head with turf or stone,
'Tis all one, 'tis all one, with turf or stone, 'tis all one.
Pray for the soul of gentle John,
If you please, you may, or let it alone, 'tis all one.
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Hey Ho To The Greenwood
01:54
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Hey ho! to the greenwood now let us go,
Sing heave and ho!
And there shall we find both buck and roe,
Sing heave and ho!
The hart and hind, and the little pretty roe,
Sing heave and ho!
Hey ho! to the greenwood
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Let Simon's Beard Alone
02:12
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Let Simon's beard alone, alone,
Let Simon's beard alone;
'Tis no disgrace to Simon's face,
For he had never one;
Then mock not, nor scoff not, nor jeer not, nor fleer not,
But rather him bemoan.
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When Winter's Approach
02:17
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When winter's approach desolation is spreading,
The liv'ry of summer the tall oak is shedding,
Whilst the small modest daisy, that grows on the ground,
Retains its green dress as the whole year rolls round;
Thus lowly content stands unharm'd by the blow
That the pride of ambition and power lays low.
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Now peace be with old Simeon,
For he made cans for many a one,
And a good old man was he.
And Jenkin was his journeyman,
And he could tipple of every can;
And thus he said to me,
To whom drink'st thou?
Sir knave, to you.
Then hey, ho! jolly Jenkin,
I spy a knave in drinking;
Come, troll the bowl to me.
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Here Pleasures Are Few
03:05
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Here pleasures are few, and we fewer enjoy,
Like quick silver, pleasure is bright and is coy;
We strive hard to grasp it, and with our best skill,
Still, still it eludes us -- it glitters on still.
When seiz'd at the last, compute your real gains,
What is it? poison most rank in your veins.
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Jenkin The Jester
02:12
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Jenkin, the jester, was wont to make glee,
With Jarvis, the juggler, till angry was he,
Then Wilkin, the wise man, did wisely foresee,
That juggler, and jester, should gently agree;
Hey, down, down, down, down, derry down, down, derry down, down.
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Mary Vanhoozer/Bard and Ceilidh Los Angeles, California
Multi-instrumentalist and melodist Mary Vanhoozer has released four albums of original music, each of which offers a creative blend of folk music and early music. She has also released two albums of renaissance music from England: 'Simon's Beard' and 'Under the Birchwood Tree'. She holds music degrees from Wheaton College Conservatory, Eastman School of Music, and Cleveland Institute of Music. ... more
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