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John Lomas
All
good people I pray you attend
For poor John Lomas his life at an end
He was condemned to die.
He was a great
master, so very kind,
But his fair mistress had evil in her mind
He was condemned to die.
Willingly I took his
place
With my fair love
Willingly I stole his face
and soaked it in blood.
It was the mistress and the murder
for love.
This fair mistress found him asleep.
It`s time to kill him then my heart you can keep,
He was condemned
to die.
Three times I struck him over his head.
It was my first murder, a blood soaken bed,
He was condemned
to die.
Chr.
Into my room then I did return,
The crime committed, my conscience it did burn,
I was condemned
to die.
In a dark Jailhouse I would remain,
For poor John Lomas now it is my name.
I am condemned to die.
Chr.
The Bold Knight
Down on the
moor in a green old field,
There lies a knight slain under his shield,
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well
they can their master keep.
The bold knight above,
If he see that angel with her love
The bold knight above,
If
he could see that angel with her love.
Down on the moor a fallow girl
as great with young for all the world.
She
lifted up his bloody head,
and kissed his wounds that were so red.
Chr.
She picked him up upon her back,
and
carried him no hands attached.
She buried him before their prime,
Then she was dead herself at even time,
Chr.
Fight For Favour
I`ll sing you a
song how first we began,
Our toils and our troubles our plot and our plan.
We left our fair country, our friends and
our homes,
Across to the deserts wild and the mountains to roll.
We travelled three weeks `til we came to the platt.
Set
up our camp ahead of the pack,
In just a moment low we heard a faint yell,
Five hundred cavalry they were riding from
hell.
We fight for favour,
we will fight for pride,
And oh we will fight for favour,
We will fight `til they
die.
They made a bold dash came near to our train,
Bullets fell around like showers of rain,
With long rifles
at hand we fed them hot lead
`Til many a brave warrior around us lay dead,
Chr.
We travel by day but guard
in the night,
Across all those mountains so high in their might,
Now in a green valley we live beside a clear old stream,
Our
journey now ended in the land of our dreams,
Chr.
Kitty
Jay
Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away,
This silent prayer it should paint some peace
on her grave,
Something
broke her sleep.
Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty thrown away,
So young and fair now she`s turned to dust,
and clay,
Terror
broke her sleep.
Never guessed unto her cold end,
Call the Devil her only friend,
Never guessed it with his bare
hands,
Call the Devil the mark of man.
Farewell My Love
Farewell my love I think not you less
My heart still beats for thee,
These
empty arms still for your fair rest
Those eyes to gaze at me.
Don`t pity me for she`ll not stay,
She scorned
my heart and fades away,
Farewell my love for all weve done,
By the setting of the sun.
Farewell my love of yesteryears,
We
roll upon the tide
Tommorrows` day should lead the way
and life begins tonight.
Don`t pity me for i`m not done
She
scorned my heart with the setting sun,
Farewell my love for all I`ve got,
I know I`ll see you still...
Blood upon the Copper
For
Seven long years now
Down that tunnel and shaft
Working out my season.
Oh how it better not last,
By twenty my
hearing,
Oh had suffered those days,
Blood upon the copper,
Oh how I fade away.
Working in the darkness day
by day,
With nothin` but the dreams to light my way.
Nothin` but a short life,
Down that tunnel and shaft,
Gotta
breath the air in,
Oh how `i suffocate fast,
For profits and taxes,
Oh no money to save,
Blood upon the copper,
Oh
how I fade away
Chr.
Henry Clark
Worthy
of a friendship lying underneath a stone,
He was a proper master, all of a ship his own.
For houses and great land many
gold in store,
I know he`d spent the whole lot and would again I`m sure.
The blackbirds are singing,
At the breaking
of the day,
When poor old Henry Clark,
Left and went away.
For twenty years he scarcly slept upon a proper bed.
Sleepin`
with that faint heart inside a weary head,
In the weeks he`d gaze out over Plymouth bay,
To show off all those great girls when
the boys are back one day.
Chr.
Now his days are over for he was taken ill.
Carried to a workhouse all against
his will,
But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired,
He only lived for one month then his world expired.
Chr.
The Storm
Make
us ready boys all with wonder born,
We`ll guide this fair ship and sail towards the morn,
Come on all alas, now here`s
the master dear,
I fear this deadly storm is coming to us near.
We sailed from Plymouth Sound in a week or three,
with
not that far to go boys, some canons to retrieve.
The night it grew much darker and the wind it came in strong,
And
it grew upon us lads and there was nothing to be done.
The waves grew higher and broke upon our ship,
Then poor
old master`s taken with nothing left to grip,
Drop the anchor downwards and throw him out a line,
Poor old master`s
overboard he be swalled by the tide.
So hear my warning that I give to you,
Be careful when your sailing with that
lucky few,
Tie up every deck hand tightly `til the morn,
And well go together boys in the belly of the storm.
Don`t
go sailing out with me, I fear your soul be lost at sea..
The Ballad of Josie
It was Monday morning in heavy rain,
When Josie went from our house, never back again,
Out beyond the hillside
where the cattle stand,
With her recent lover holding her right hand.
They both went out together in the Monday
mist,
She never saw it coming, waiting at his wrist,
He struck her swiftly and she fell right down,
Flowers grew
around her a body never found.
Whenever you`re walking out in the snow,
Think of poor Josie all on her own,
Wherever
those flowers stand out unknown,
Youll be steppin` on her gravestone.
So tell me where is Josie and where`s she
flown,
You both went out together you`ve come back alone,
You sit so sadly with a face so cold,
You`re no more paler
though than the life you stole.
Chr.
The Streamers
The streams of lovely Nancy
are divided in three parts,
Where young men and maidens meet their long sweethearts,
It is drinking of good liquor that
has caused my heart to sing,
And the noise in yonder village made the rocks ring.
At the bottom of this mountain
runs a river clear,
A ship from the Indes did once anchor here,
With her red flags a`flying and the beating of her drum,
With
sweet instruments of music and the firing of her gun.
At the bottom of this mountain where the birds do fly,
There
is one amoungst them that flies so very high,
If I had her in my arms near the diamond`s cold black land,
How soon I`d
secure her by the kindness of my hands.
So come all you little streamers that walk the meadows gay,
Go write unto
your love wherever she may lay,
With her rosy lips entice me and her tongue she tells me no
But the angels might direct
us wherever we should go
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