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Copshawholme Fair - Spiers And Boden

"On a Friday it fell in the month of April, O'er the hill came the sun with a blithe sunny smile, And the folks were a thronging the roads everywhere, Making haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair. I've seen"

Bold Sir Rylas - Spiers And Boden

"Now, Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, All along and down a lea. And Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, Down by the riverside. Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went To catch some game was his intent, Down in the grove"

Old Maui - Spiers And Boden

"Once more we are waft by the northern gales a-bounding over the main, And soon the hills of the tropic isles we all shall see again. Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned since from the shores sailed"

Horn Fair - Spiers And Boden

"As I was a-walking one morning in Spring, So soft blew the wind through the leaves growing green. I spied a pretty fair maid all on a grey mare, As she was a-riding on down to Horn Fair. I asked this"

Child Morris - Spiers And Boden

"Child Morris stood in the good green wood, With red gold shined his weed. By him stood a little page boy, Dressing a milk-white steed. "I fear for you my master, For your fame it waxes wide. It is not"

Innocent When You Dream - Spiers And Boden

"The bats are in the belfry, The dew is on the moor. Where are the arms that held me And pledged her love before? And pledged her love before? And it's such a sad old feeling, Oh, the hills are soft and"

Cruel Knife - Spiers And Boden

"Down by a weeping willow, where the wild violets bloom, There lies sweet lovely Nancy so silent in her tomb. She died not broken-hearted nor sickness ere befell, But in one moment was parted from the life"

Derry Gaol - Spiers And Boden

"Oh, after morning there comes the evening! And after evening another day. And after old love there comes the new love, It is hard to keep those that will not stay. My love he is the finest young man, That"

On Christmas Day - Spiers And Boden

"On Christmas Day it happened so, Down in the meadows forth to plough. As we were a ploughing on so fast, Up comes sweet Jesus, himself at last. "Oh man, oh man, what makes you plough So hard upon the"

Doleful Dance Of Death - Spiers And Boden

"Can you dance the shaking of the sheets, The dance that everyone must do? Hear the drummer strike a noble beat, The harp ring sweet and true. Gather rosebuds while you may, For when you hear the piper"

Derdian - Derdian

"Troghlor: We’re walking on the ground of power And here will rise the ancient mother This land is dirty with the blood of all the enemies, they fell! What better fate can a land of losers get if not just"

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