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Chanticlaire
03:22
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chanticlair's fancy
have an apple chanticlair
then we'll have another one
anything you want you'll have
anything under the sun
anything til summer's done
have an apple, chanti
many miles still to run
many miles under the sun
if you walk around the bend
i shall follow you, my friend
on until the journey's end
many miles, chanti
there's a tower in the wood
once a mighty fortress stood
now it's empty, chanticlair
lonely tower, stone and sand
none shall build it back again
there's a tower, chanti
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raggle taggle gypsies
There were three gypsies
a-come to our door
and downstairs ran this Lady-O
One sang high, and the other sang low
and they all sang
Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-O
O my Lady threw off
her silk-finish'd gown
and put on hoes of leather-O
The ragged ragged rags
strewn about our door
and she's gone with the
Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O
It was late that night
when me Lord came home
inquiring for his a-Lady-O
We servants said on every hand:
"she's away with the
Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O"
O Saddle to me
my milk-white steed
and saddle to me my pony-O
that I may ride and seek a-my bride
who's away with the
Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O
O He rode high
and he rode low
he rode o'er wood and copses-O
Until he came to a wide open field
and that's where he found
his a-Lady, O
What makes you leave
your house and your land?
What maketh you to leave
your money-O?
What makes you leave
your new-wedded Lord
to go with the
Raggle-Taggle-Gypsies-O?
Ah what care I?
For me house or me land?
What care I for money-O?
I'd rather have a kiss
from the yellow gypies lips
than all of the gold in the world!
Oh! Last night you slept
in a goose-down bed
with the sheets turned out so bravely-O
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field
along with your
Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O
That's right I slept
in a goose-down bed
with the sheets turned out so bravely-O
Tonight I'll sleep in a wide open field
with all of me
Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O!
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even tho I bin from the east to the west
from the north to the south and back again
over land and sea and evry little fen
there's nothing i like better than you
even though i dined with the king of the fey,
the queen of the birds, and miss dora-dey
i liked them all fine, but i couldn't stay
there's nothing i like better than you
years come and go
my life is never ending and I thought you ought to know
that if all that comes to pass
is a quiet old age, like embers to ash
then I will love you still
like the fire that blows thru the well
even in the houses where the royals frown
from the Bedlam Cots to the bridge downtown
evry mole-picked, fire-bitten, feather of down
there's nothing I like better than you...
even tho I filched all the words that I heard
balanced carefully on the back of a bird
and I flewem from a fiction to a farce I'm a'fear'd
there's nothing I like better than you
and all the pretty little irish girls
and all the pretty little fey
every one of them come has gone again
ah, but one of them stayed
at the end of the road is a fountain of gold
at the end of the road is a fountain, i'm told
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Wood & Wag
02:45
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O Kokia's Son
03:49
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Leave your bow behind you little hunter
Let your long hair blowing in the wind
All that was once felled is now inside you
You need never pass this way again
You need never come...
Oh kokia's son is coming home
Oh kokia's son is coming home
Wide eyed and red handed seeking bone
Your own are cathedrals of living stone...
and breathing
Oh kokia's son is coming home
Oh kokia's son, the way is open for you!
See the lillies smile,
See how the water laughs and dances
Down the silver river stones,
See all the maple maidens
Lifted by the hands of Alehandra
Who is always in the wind
You need never pass this way again...
You need never come
Oh kokia's son is coming home
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the ballad of john sambles
chapter 1:
there once was a witch,
a pretty little witch
the prettiest witch in oregon
she gave to me a crown of silk
and i poured her a cup of milk.
she said that crown
would make me king
"the mightiest king in oregon"
and i could do most anything
as long as i did nothing
that would keep her from her
evil ways
but her evil ways were weird
and they worried me
she kept cursing all the ladies
in the faire countrie
but i was there and i wanted power
so i took that crown
over my hair and as i put it on
my eyes cast down i was aware
that it would be a debt
to be repaid in full
by fools and kings
chapter 2:
i once was a king,
the mightiest king in oregon
a heavy sword was on his knee,
but no one needed killing.
well i loved a maiden fair,
the fairest maid in oregon
bright her face and dark her hair,
i swore i would do nothing
nothing til i held
that maiden in my arms
but the maiden's arms were
wrapped around another man
and the witches curses
coursed all across the land
so she would bleed until she bore,
and so would all the rest
so i picked up my sword
and i crossed my breast
and i killed another man
believing it was best
the bane of fools and kings
chapter 3:
once there was a maiden fair,
a fairer maid was never had
never ever have i seen
a fairer maid be made so mad
the maddest maid in oregon
this is why she was so mad:
the tyrant king of oregon
had killed the only love she had
and love is all that matters
here in oregon
she rode upon a palfry
to my castle gate
and she threw herself upon me
full of rage and hate
but the little witch was in the wings
with a black arrow
and she threw it to the maiden's heart
and it peirced her soul
and now the maid is frozen
in the garden of my castle
the pain of fools and kings
chapter 4:
there once was a cheese,
a real fine cheese
the finest cheese in oregon
the little witch was asking
"please, could i have a smidgeon?"
could she just have a little bite
of the finest cheese in oregon
i said "my dear, i cannot wear
this silken crown of oregon,
and my dear i cannot bear
to see good folk get frozen
by your magic spells"
then she called a magic spell
to make a mighty blast
the whole continent was frozen
by the spell she cast
except for me, cause i was there
and so beyond her power
i looked into her eyes
and i took off her crown
i was aware that it was all
only a make believe
so too are fools and kings
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Latitudes (ft. Peia)
03:53
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will
i've no will of my own
what care i for latitude
what care i for longitude
if not with you i am only half a hue
colors longing resolution
something strong is calling me
over the land, over the sea
i've no will of my own
what care i, the seasons change
what care i, the seasons stall
i have no direction
what do i care for the truth?
what do i care for this song?
without you i am just half of one
i wish i could build a bridge over the ocean
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When Will I Be Free?
03:22
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when will i be free
no man stands alone
i hold my mother's hand
i walk a hundred miles
take me home again
i ask like i don't know
when will i be free?
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o bonnie portmore
o bonnie portmore you shine where you stand
and the more i think on you the more i think long
if i had you now as i had once before
all the lords in old england would not purchase portmore
o bonnie portmore i'm sorry to see
the woeful destruction of your ornament tree
she stood on your shore for many long's the day
til the long boats from antrim came and hauled her away
all the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
crying where will we shelter and where will we sleep
the oak and the ash are all cutten down
and the walls of bonnie portmore are all down on the ground
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Lamentations
03:58
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lamentations
two by two and ten by four
all of the beasts in the world were gone
we lie upon the floor
counting memories of things that have been
things that were but are not now
all the air over the hill
where a tower's standing
the trees are gone
the brook is lying underneath the ground
still though after all this time
we'll kill the last of them
i put my vision to this rhyme
it's not enough to stop the fight
or
still though after all this,
time will kill the last of them
i put my vision to this rhyme
it's not enough to stop the fire
there's a boat along the shore
all this sand and water-dust
count the things that are no more
all the memories of things that have been
this song dies here
you go on and live
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why should not a trumpet
the wisdom traditions of old
the same sacred stories we told
over and over again
who clothes itself in this voice?
who dresses in this skin of noise?
a mighty wind
you who've been travelling so long
look to the places you've grown
be not proud, for wisdom is loud
god is beating her drum
wait for the crash of the cymbals and come!
o mighty wind
standing on the parapet
why should not a trumpet
waken them all?
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Balladir (Travis Puntarelli, Upfolk) Bloomington, Indiana
Balladir is the creative musical workings of Travis Puntarelli, a song-carver who hails from Bloomington, Indiana.
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