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Spinndrift

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The Little Drummer

One fine summer’s morning both gallant and gay
Twenty-four ladies went out on the quay
And the regiment of soldiers that did pass them by
A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye
He went to his comrade and to him did say
Twenty-four ladies I saw yesterday
Oh but one of them  ladies she has my heart won
And if she denies me I’m surely undone
Go to this lady and tell her your mind
Tell her she’s wounded your poor heart inside
Go and tell her she’s wounded your poor heart full sore
And if she denies you what can she do more
So early next morning this young man arose
Dressed himself up in a fine suit of clothes
With a watch in his pocket and a cane in his hand
Saluting the ladies he walked down the strand 
He went up to her and said pardon me
Pardon me lady for making so free
Oh you fine honoured lady, you have my heart won
And if you deny me I’m surely undone
Be off little drummer, now what do you mean?
For I’m the Lord’s daughter of Ballykisteen
Oh I’m the Lord’s daughter that’s honoured you see
Be off little drummer, you’re making too free
He put on his hat and he bad her farewell
Saying I’ll send me soul down to heaven or hell
For with this long pistol that hangs by my side
Oh I’ll put an end to my own dreary life
Come back little drummer and don’t  take it ill
For I do not want to be guilty of sin
To be guilty of innocent blood for to spill
Come back little drummer, I’m here at your will
And we’ll hire a car and to Banshaugh we’ll go
There we’ll be married in spite of our foes
Oh for what can you say when it’s over and done
But I fell in love with the roll of your drum

The Snows They Melt The Soonest

The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
The corn did ripen fastest
When the frost is settling in
And when the lover tells me
My face he’ll soon forget
Before we part, I’ll wait a-coombe
He’s fain to follow it yet
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the swallow flew without a thought
As long as it is spring
And when spring goes and winter blows
My love he will be fain
For all his pride to follow me
Across the raging main
The snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing
And the bee that flew when summer shone
In winter has no sting
And I see my lover’s anger melt
Between the night and the morn
So it’s surely not a harder thing
To melt a lover’s scorn
And so don’t you bid me farewell, love
No farewell I’ll receive
For you will lie with me, my love
Then kiss and take your leave
And I’ll wait here till the  moorcock crows
And the martin takes the wing
For the snows they melt the soonest
When the wind begins to sing

She’s Like The Swallow

She’s like the swallow that flies on high
She’s like the river that never runs dry
She’s like the sun beaming on the lea-shore
I love my love, but love is no more
Maiden into her garden did go
For to pluck her some wild primrose
The more she plucked, the more she did pull
Until this maiden’s apron was full
And out of these roses she made a bed
A scarlet pillow for her head
She laid her down and when she did speak
And then this maiden’s heart it did break
She’s like the swallow that flies on high
She’s like the river that never runs dry
She’s like the sun beaming on the lea-shore
I love my love, but love is no more

Le Vin d’Amour

Allons mignonne, allons ma belle
Il est grand temps de nous fiancer
Je t’ai porté tant de dentelles
Tu ne peux toujours dérober
Il n’est d’amant, ma demoiselle
Qui ne puisse un beau jour se lasser

Chorus

Le vin n’est pas source de mal
Dieu l’aurait dit qu’ on ne boirait pas
L’amour n’est pas plaisir fatal
Dieu l’aurait dit qu’ on ne s’aimerait pas

Allons mignonne, allons ma belle
Il est grand temps de nous marier
J’ai attendu trois saisons pleines
Tu ne pourras me le refuser
Il n’est d’amant, ma demoiselle
Qu’ il ne faille un beau jour attacher

Chorus

Allons mignonne, allons ma belle
Il est grand temps de nous amuser
Mariée ne restera pucelle
Boire et manger ne sont qu’entremets
Il n’est d’amant, ma demoiselle
Qu’il ne faille un jour récompenser

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Allons mignonne, allons ma belle
Vous avez les enfants à garder
Pour votre amant, plus de jouvencelles
Ni plus de ribaudes à culbuter
Rire et manger, courir bouteille
Sont nos plaisirs une fois mariés

Chorus

Allons mignonne, allons ma belle
Il est grand temps de nous fiancer
Je t’ai porté tant de dentelles
Tu ne peux toujours dérober
Il n’est d’amant, ma demoiselle
Qui ne puisse un beau jour se lasser

Sir Maxwell’s Last Goodbye

Oh good my Lord, will you stay then
About my father’s house
And walk into these gardens green
In my arms I thee embrace
Ten thousand times I’d kiss your mouth
To make sport and let’s be merry
I thank you, lady, for your kindness
Trust me, I may not stay with thee
For I have killed the Laird John Stunn
I care not for the few
My loyal heart did still incline
He was my father’s death
By day and night I did pursue
And all on him be venged to me
Now I have gotten what I long sought
Trust me, I may not stay with thee
Adieu Dumfrees, my proper place
Adieu, adieu, Calavrock fair
Adieu my castle my castle of the Threen
And all my buildings there
Adieu, Loch Mabe and its gates so fair
And the land of Shank where birch bows bonny
Adieu my lady, my only joy
Trust me, I may not stay with thee
Now he has taken a good gold ring
Whereat hangs signets three
Says take you this my own dear love
And you’ll have mind of me
But if you wed another Lord
While I am am on the sea
His life is but a three days lease
Though I may not stay with thee
The wind was fair, the ship was clear
The good Lord went away
The most part of his friends were there
To give him fair convoy
They ate the meat, they drank the wine
Presenting in the good Lord’s sight
Now he is over the floods so grey
Lord Maxwell’s taken his last goodnight.

The North Country Maid

A North country maid up to London  has strayed
Although with her nature it did not agree
And she’s wept and she’s sighed
And she’s wrung her hands and cried
How I wish once again in the North I could be

Chorus

Where the oak and the ash
And the bonny rowan tree
All flourish and bloom
In my North country

How sadly I roam and lament my dear home
Where lads and lasses are making the hay
Where the bells they do ring and the little birds do sing
And the maids and the meadows are charming and gay

Chorus

Well I bet if I pleased I could marry with ease
For where bonny lasses are, lovers will come
But the lad I will wed shall be North country bred
And must carry me back to my North country home

Chorus

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