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Sanguine Meadows
02:40
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Wayfaring carefree anywhere I please, roving wild through untroubled terrain,
Wandering pastelblue woodlands and plains.
Futile to soothsay of sunsets far away, meaning sways with the changing of course,
Tampered tarots steer over the source.
Cumbersome pursuits vanish with the view of lonesome lichen rich limestone hillsides,
Columned boundaries stood breaking the tide.
Soon to disappear the sky a scarlet sphere, sanguine meadows lie bashfully red,
Crimson flora bid fortune ahead.
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All on a rosy morn of June,
When farmers make their hay,
Down by yon bonny woodland green
A milking maid did stray;
And oh, but she was sweet and fair,
The flower of all the vale;
In her hand a wild white rose she bare,
And on her head a pail.
Across the fields, as she did rove.
The pretty maiden sang
A plaintive lay of tender love
That through the valley rang:
Blithe as a linnet on the spray,
Among the wildwood green,
She lilted on her flowery way,—
And vanished from the scene.
When next I saw that pleasant vale—
Twelve moons had wandered by—
A matron told her hapless tale
With tear-drops in her eye;
For there had been, with winsome wile,
A careless-hearted lad,
And plucked the flower whose lovely smile
Made all the valley glad.
The woods were gay and green again;
The sun was smiling on;
But the charmer of the rural glen
For evermore was gone:
Now, mouldering near the churchyard way,
All stricken in her pride,
The white rose of the valley lay,
With an infant by her side.
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Uncertain Storms
02:37
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Weatherwards uncertain storms right behind’s the setting sun,
Leaving here before the dawn towards the haze of days to come.
Clouds gather to mist the sky a maze of dreams float on by,
Waves fall and break the calm thunder roars from beyond.
Drifting onwards aimlessly through murky hues of endless seas,
Vague impressions of distant stars guide the way and light the dark.
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Four Loom Weaver
02:42
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I'm a four loom weaver, as any man knows,
I've neawt to eat and I've worn out my clothes,
My clogs are broken and stockings I've none,
And they'd hardly give a tuppence for all I've gotten on.
Old Billy O' Bent, he's been telling us long,
That we may have better times I've I'd nobbut held my tongue,
But I held my tongue til I near lost my breath,
And I fear in my heart, that I'd soon clem to death.
I'm a four loom weaver, as any man knows,
I've neawt to ear and I've worn out my clothes,
Old Billy were right, but he never was clemmed,
And he never picked o'er in his life.
We held on for six weeks, thought each day was the last,
We tarried and shifted til we were quite fast,
We lived on nettles while nettles were good,
And waterloo porridge was the best to us food.
Our Margret declares if she'd clothes to put on,
She'd go up to London to see the great man,
And if things didn't alter when there she'd been,
Then she swears she'd fight, with blood up to the e'en.
I'm a four loom weaver, as any man knows,
I've neawt to eat and I've worn out my clothes,
Stockings I've none, nor looms to weave on,
And I've woven myself to far end.
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A cloudy night of pure delight, booze is flowing fire glowing warm and bright,
When a gentle breeze, talking through the trees brings the song of morning light.
A shaky start as we depart, say goodbye dry my eye pick up my heart.
Leave with the song, let it keep you strong when comes the time, for us to part.
A lonely moon that goes to soon, still we chance to slowly dance to our tune,
Whistles over the sound that always brings around the break of day or start of noon.
A foggy tear for a last cheer, as now we know we must go, but not fear,
End with a smile for it could be a while til next we meet, til next we’re here.
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Daylight's End
03:05
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A fleeting scene of a rare old lost time, too rah dah. The ghost that dwell all return to their prime, for the daylights end.
Too rah dah, too rah dah,
All is well then the clocks cease to chime, for the daylights end.
A feeble sense of the passing of time, too rah dah. The ghosts of hell all growl in their grime, for the daylights end.
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Midnight Sun
02:43
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I am sailing and trailing off icy old ports, with the cold summer blues of the midnight sun,
Under blowing and flowing of sails raised and torn, in a pale frozen hue of the midnight sun.
Midst the swaying and spraying of clear ocean storms, the faded bruise of the midnight sun,
Anchoring and bearing by the shores of the coast, dazed by the view of the midnight sun.
Oh the pleading and bleeding of these burdened souls, a curse for the crew of the midnight sun
I am paining an waining for these days to end sick through and through or the midnight sun.
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On the First Rebellion
02:33
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Mackintosh was a soldier brave,
And of his friends he took his leave;
Unto Northumberland he drew,
And marched along with a jovial crew.
The lord Derwentwater he did say,
When he mounted on his dapple grey,
‘I wish that we were at home with speed,
For I fear we are all betrayed indeed.’
‘Thou Forster hast brought us from our home,
Leaving our estates for others to come;
Thou treacherous dog, thou hast us betrayed,’
My lord Derwentwater thus fiercely said.
Mackintosh was a valiant soldier,
He carried his musket on his shoulder:
‘Cock your pistols, draw your rapier,
And damn you, Forster, your a traitor.’
My lord Derwentwater he is dead,
And from his body they took his head;
But Mackintosh and the rest are fled,
To fit his hat on another man’s head.
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Changing Seasons
02:46
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Under empty skies, over careless seas, changing slowly with the seasons, slowly turning old.
Waiting for a sign, blowing with the breeze, floating blinding without reason, blindly holding on.
Running out of time in a mist of broken dreams, falling out of ever reason, out before the dawn.
Scalded by the light, faded autumn bleach, calling away groggy demons, away with the sun.
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Daniel Hester England, UK
A musician from Lancashire who has been involved in and inspired by the local folk and live music scene for many years. He
is now
writing and performing original and traditional songs in a distinct and unique style, gathered from his extensive experience in the folk world.
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