Альбом Kate Rusby

The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
It's a cow, it's a cow, cried the good man's wife
A cow, just a cow, can't you see?
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been

The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a powdered wig
Where no wig should there be
It's a hen, it's a hen, cried the good man's wife
A hen, just a hen, can't you see?
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But powder on a hen there's never been

The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a riding coat
Where no coat should there be
It's sheets, just sheets, cried the good man's wife
Sheets, just sheets, can't you see?
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But buttons on a sheet there's never been

The good man he came home one night
When the good man home came he
There he spied a handsome man
Where no man should there be
It's the maid, it's the maid, cried the good man's wife
The milking maid, can't you see?
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a beard on a maid there's never been

The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
It's a cow, it's a cow, cried the good man's wife
A cow, just a cow, can't you see?
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been

Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been

The daughter of Megan, so lovely and blooming,
I met in Glenavon's gay glittering hall,
And high rose my heart, ambition assuming
To dance with the damsel, the bloom of the ball.

Oh daughter of Megan, look not so alluring
On a youth that his hope with thy hand must resign;
That now the sad pang of despair is enduring,
The spendour thou lov'st can never be mine.

Go daughter of Megan, to castles of splendour,
Each eye that beholds thee thy presence shall bless,
And the delicate mind feel a passion more tender
On thy beauties to gaze than another's possess.

But daughter of Megan, tomorrow I'm going,
On oceans to sail where the rude billows roar;
I feel my full heart with affliction o'erflowing,
Perhaps I may gaze on thy beauties no more.

Oh the daughter of Megan, so lovely and blooming,
I met in Glenavon's gay glittering hall,
And hight rose my heart, ambition assuming
To dance with the damsel, the bloom of the ball.

They say a girl like me should wed,
And take a man to lay in my bed
But I would like to stay young and free,
And oh, I wish they would let me be
Oh, I wish they would let me be...
Let me be.

Robin the miller he's fond of brass,
He sees a fool's face when he looks in glass,
Thinks he'll bargain like grain for me
But oh, I wish he would let me be
Oh, I wish he would let me be,
Robin, let me be.

There came a man names Bonnie Jim
He looks so fine in his holiday trim
Thinks he'll take me off to the sea,
But oh, I wish he would let me be
Oh, I wish he would let me be,
Jim, let me be,
Jim, let me be.

Cousin Dick he has gold and land,
He thinks all this will win my hand
My hand or lips he will never see
But oh, I wish he would let me be
Oh, I wish he would let me be,
Dick, let me be.

This young soldier boy is Ned
His gun's like his own, he can shoot me dead,
His eyes are blue but they don't see me,
Oh, why does he let me be?
Oh, why does he let me be?
Let me be,
Why, you let me be?

Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me,
Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea,
Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand,
and cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land,
Haul away, boys, haul away,
haul away, boys, haul away.

Cruel was the water, that ship it sailed upon,
cruel was the fair wind, for now my loves he's gone,
had you blown a roaring gale they'd have left him on dry land,
where he would walk besides me and I would hold his hand,
Haul away boys, haul away,
haul away boys, haul away.

The ring beneath my pillow, is the ring he gave to me,
I'll wear it on my finger, for all the world to see,
But cruel was the captain, the bo'sun, and the men,
for they didn't give a farthing if I saw my love again,
Haul away, boys, haul away,
haul away boys, haul away.

Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me,
Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea,
Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand,
and cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land,
Haul away, boys, haul away,
haul away, boys, haul away.

Have you heard of the blind harper,
Now he lived in Hogmaven town,
He went down to fair England,
To steal King Henry's wanton Brown.

First he went unto his wife,
With all the haste as go could he,
This work he said will never go well,
Without the help of our good grey mare.

Said she, you take the good grey mare,
She'll run o'er hills both low and high,
Go take the halter in your hose,
And leave the foal at home with me.

He's up and went to England gone,
He went as fast as go could he,
And when he got to Carlisle gates,
Who should be there but King Henry.

Come in, come in you blind harper,
And of your music let me hear,
But up and said the blind harper,
I'd rather have a stable for my mare.

The king looked over his left shoulder,
And he said unto his stable groom,
Go take the poor blind harper's mare,
And put her beside my wanton brown.

Then he's harped and then he sang,
Til he played them all so sound asleep,
And quietly he took off his shoes,
And down the stairs he did creep.

Straight to the stable door he's gone,
With a tread so light as light could be,
When he opened and went in,
He found thirty steeds and three.

He took the halter from his horse,
And from his purse he did not fail,
He slipped it over the wanton's nose,
And tied it to the grey mare's tail.

Then he let her loose at the castle gates,
She didn't fail to find her way,
She went back to her own colt foal,
Three long hours before the day.

Then in the morning, at fair daylight,
When they had ended all their cheer,
Behold the wantong brown had gone,
So had the poor blind harper's mare.

Oh, Alas, said the blind harper,
Ever als that I came here,
In Scotland I've got a little colt foal,
In England they stole my good grey mare.

Hold your tongue said King Henry,
And all your mournings let them be,
You shall get a far better mare,
And well paid shall our colt foal be.

Again he harped and again he sang,
The sweetest music he let them hear,
He was paid for a foal that he never lost,
And three times worth the good grey mare.

He was paid for a foal that he never lost,
And three times worth the good grey mare

One day as I was walking all o'er yon fields of moss,
I had no thoughts of enlisting till some soldiers did me cross,
They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down,
They advanced, they advanced me some money,
A shilling from the crown.

My true love he is handsome and he wears a white cockade,
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade,
He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the King,
Oh my very, oh my very,
Heart is aching all the love of him.

My true love he is handsome and comely for to see,
And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he,
I wish the man that's listed him might prosper night nor day,
And I wish that, I wish that,
The hollanders might sink him in the sea.

Then he took out his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye,
Leave off your lamentations likewise your mournful sighs,
Leave off your grief and sorrow until I march o'er yon plain,
We'll be married, we'll be married,
In the springtime when I return again.

My true love he is listed and it's all for him I'll rove,
I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove,
My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry,
To remind me, to remind me,
Of my ploughboy, until the day I die

Young James he has gone to the sea,
And he promised he'd come back for me,
The people say, he ran away with another,
But true to his word he will be.

Oh and any day now when that ship it comes in,
We will walk hand in hand from the shore,
The people will see when that ship it comes in,
For then he will leave me no more.

If false unto me then I'll rue,
If my parents cruel tale it was true,
And the one I love best, above all the rest has another,
Well then I know not what I'd do.

Oh and any day now when that ship it comes in,
We will walk hand in hand from the shore,
The people will see when that ship it comes in,
For then he will leave me no more.

My wedding gown hangs on my bed,
Alongside the veil for my head,
But if I learn he'll not return I'll be broken,
And over my poor heart they'll tread.

Oh and any day now when that ship it comes in,
We will walk hand in hand from the shore,
The people will see when that ship it comes in,
For then he will leave me no more

Ya hear me shout when no one's about,
You find me where I can't be seen.
I feel the air flowing for life's in full swing,
So tell me why I cannot breathe.

And here I am falling,
Oh why am I falling.
Take me to where I belong.
I'm standing here falling,
Before you falling.
If it weren't for your wings I'd be gone.

Time moves on and time won't be long,
In time I will fear not the day.
I'm endlessly knowing that you'll never know
What I might want you to say.

And here I am falling,
Oh why am I falling.
Take me to where I belong.
I'm standing here falling,
Before you falling.
If it weren't for your wings I'd be gone.

My back it aches, my body it breaks;
To grow my own wings I have tried.
And painless I came no aim must remain,
Alone and adrift on the tide

But here I'm still falling,
Oh why am I falling.
Take me to where I belong.
I'm standing here falling,
Before you falling.
If it weren't for your wings I'd be gone.

And here I'm still falling,
Oh why am I falling.
Take me to where I belong.
I'm standing here falling,
Before you falling.
If it weren't for your wings
If it weren't for your wings I'd be gone

Bring me a boat to cross to my dear,
I stand here alone, with my sweetheart so near,
Bring to me a boat to cross o'er the Tyne,
For it's deep murky waters part his heart and mine.

And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea,
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be,
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row,
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow.

Does he know I stand each day on the shore,
Does he know I'd give all to see him once more,
Does he know I've wept ten thousand times o're,
And is he still waiting as he was before.

And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea,
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be,
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row,
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow.

The boatman he wants the gold I can't give,
My parents are poor so I've nothing to give,
Only my heart and that will not float,
So please don't deny me and bring me a boat.

And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea,
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be,
And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row,
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow

Polly, she is fine, and she's kind,
She's fallen for a sailor, and he to her proved kind,
He said, I'm sorry for to say, Polly I must sail away,
Oh but I will take you dancing upon our wedding day.

Seven years are o'er, seven years or more,
Polly's waiting for her sailor, she weeps there on the shore.
At length a man came by, weeping Polly he did spy,
Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry,
Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry.

Polly in surprise, she wipes her tear and then she sighs,
I fear that my young sailor on the ocean bed lies,
For you I've not a care, for my heart is with him there,
And I'll never go a-dancing with you I do declare,
No I'll never go a-dancing with you I do declare.

Polly don't you see, oh that happy now we'll be,
For I am your young sailor who's come home from the sea,
And here with you I'll stay and no more I'll sail away,
But we will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
We will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
Oh and let me take you dancing upon our wedding day.

There came a ghost to Margaret's door
With many a greivous groan
And aye he's tirled long at the pin
But answer she gave none
Is it my father phillip?
Or yet my brother John?
Or yet my own dear william
From Scotland now come home?

Thy faith, I troth, you'll never get
And me you'll never win
Til you take me to yon churchyard
And wed me with the ring.
Oh I do dwell in a churchyard
But far beyond the sea
And it is but my Ghost, Margaret
That speaks now unto thee

So she's put on her robes of green
With a piece below the knee
And o'er the live-lang winter's night
The sweet ghost followed she
Is there room at your head, willie
Or room here at your feet?
Or room here at your side, willie,
wherein that I may sleep?

There's no room at my head, Margaret
There's no room at my feet
There's no room at my side Margaret
My coffin is so neat.
Then up and spoke the red robin
And up spoke the grey
'tis time, 'tis time, my dear Margaret
That I was gone away

No more the ghost to Margaret came
With many a greivous groan
He's vanished out into the mist
And left her there alone
Oh stay, my only true love, stay
My heart you do divide
Pale grew her cheeks, she closed her eyes
Stretched out her limbs and cried

Underneath the stars I'll meet you
Underneath the stars I'll greet you
There beneath the stars I'll leave you
Before you go of your own free will

Go gently

Underneath the stars you met me
Underneath the stars you left me
I wonder if the stars regret me
At least you'll go of your own free will

Go gently

Here beneath the stars I'm landing
And here beneath the stars not ending
Why on earth am I pretending?
I'm here again, the stars befriending
They come and go of their own free will

Go gently
Go gently

Underneath the stars you met me
And Underneath the stars you left me
I wonder if the stars regret me
I'm sure they'd like me if they only met me
They come and go of their own free will

Go gently
Go gently
Go gently