Miércoles, 03 de Marzo de 2010

01 PLANXTY (04'55) - First Slip, Herdyman the Fiddler
02 OISIN - The Rambling Soldier

I am a soldier, blythe and gay,
That’s rambled for promotion.
I’ve laid the French and Spaniards low;
Some miles I’ve crossed the ocean.
I’ve travelled England and Ireland, too,
I’ve travelled bonny Scotland through,
I’ve caused some pretty girls to rue,
I’m a roving, rambling soldier.

When I was young and in me prime,
Twelve years I was recruiting
Through England, Ireland, and Scotland too,
Wherever I was suiting.
I led a gay and splendid life,
In every town a different wife;
And seldom was there any strife
With the roving, rambling soldier.

In Woolwich town I courted Jane,
Her sister and her mother;
I mean to say, when I was there,
They were jealous of each other.
Our orders came, I had to start.
I left poor Jane with a broken heart.
Then straight to Colchester did depart,
The roving, rambling soldier.

With the blooming lasses in each town,
No man was ever bolder;
I thought that I was doing right,
As the king did want young soldiers.
I told them tales of fond delight,
I kept recruiting day and night,
And when I had made all things right,
Off went the rambling soldier.

The king permission granted me
To range the country over,
From Colchester to Liverpool,
From Plymouth down to Dover.
And in whatever town I went,
To court all damsels I was bent,
And to marry none was my intent,
But live a rambling soldier.

And now the wars are at an end,
I’m not ashamed to mention
The king has given me discharge,
And granted me a pension.
No doubt some lasses will me blame,
But never once they can me shame,
And if you want to know my name,
Just call me the rambling soldier.

03 FLOOK! The History Man

04 THE BULLY WEE BAND (1976) The Jolly Beggar - The Meadow

There was a jolly beggarman
Came tripping o'er the plain
He came unto a farmer's door
A lodging for to gain
The farmer's daughter she came down
And viewed him cheek and chin
She says "He is a handsome man
I pray you take him in"

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

He would not lie within the barn
Nor yet within the byre
But he would in the corner lie
Down by the kitchen fire
O then the beggar's bed was made
Of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire
The jolly beggar lay

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

The farmer's daughter she got up
To bolt the kitchen door
And there she saw the beggar
Standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms
And to the bed he ran
Kind sir, she says, be easy now
You'll waken our goodman

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

Now you are no beggar
You are some gentleman
For you have stolen my maidenhead
And I am quite undone
I am no lord, I am no squire
Of beggars I be one
And beggars they be robbers all
So you're quite undone

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

05 PLANXTY - P stands for Paddy, I suppose

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

Johnny is the fairest man, my dear,
Johnny is the fairest man.
And I don't care what anybody says,
But Johnny is the fairest man.

I walked out one May morning
For to take a pleasant walk,
I sat meself down on an old stone wall
To hear two lovers talk.

To hear what they might say, my dear,
For to hear what they might say
So that I might know a little more about love
Before I go away.

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

"Come and sit you down beside meself,
Over here on the pleasant green,
For it's been three quarters of a year or more
Since together we have been."

"No, I'll not sit by you," says she,
"Not today nor at any other time!
For I hear you love another pretty girl,
And your heart's no longer mine.

Your heart's no longer mine, my dear,
No your heart's no longer mine.
It's been three quarters of a year—no more—
And your heart's no longer mine."

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

I will climb a tall tall tree
And I'll rob the wild bird's nest.
Then I'll come down with what I find there
To the arms that I like best.

To the arms that I like best, my dear,
To the arms that I like best.
Yes, I'll climb right down and run straight home
To the arms that I like best.

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

Johnny is the fairest man, my dear,
Johnny is the fairest man—
And now I know a little more about love
Before I travel on.

06 DERVISH - Man of Aran

07 MACMURROUGH (04'33) (1974) A Maid Who Sold Her Barley

It's cold and raw the north winds blow
Black in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow,
Oh then it was winter fairly,
As I riding was riding o'er the moor,
I met a farmer's daughter,
Her cherry cheeks and sloe black eyes,
They caused my heart to falter.

I bowed my bonnet very low
To let her know my meaning.
She answered with a courteous smile,
Her looks they were engaging.
"Where are you bound my pretty maid,
It's now in the morning early."
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir to sell me barley."

"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse,
And twenty more that's yearly,
You need not go to the market town,
For I'll buy all your barley.
If twenty gunieas would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly,
All for to tarry with me one night,
And go home in the morning early."

As I was riding o'er the moor
The very evening after,
It was my fortune for to meet
The farmer's only daughter.
Although the weather being cold and raw,
With her I thought to parley.
This answer then she made to me,
"Kind sir I've sold me barley."

08 THE UNTHANKS (08'43) (2009) Here's The Tender Coming

Here's the tender coming, pressing all the men;
Oh dear hinny, what shall we do then?
Here's the tender coming, off at Shield's Bar,
Here's the tender coming, full of men of war.

Hide thee, canny Geordie, hide thyself away;
Hide thee till the tender makes for Druid's Bay.
If they take thee, Geordie, who's to win our bread?
Me and little Jackie better off be dead.

Here's the tender coming, stealing off my dear;
Oh dear hinny, they'l ship you out of here.
They will ship you foreign, that is what it means;
Here's the tender coming, full of red marines.

Hey, bonny lassie. let's go to the Lawe,
See the tender lying, off at Shield's Bar,
With her colours flying, anchor at her bow.
They took my bonny laddie, best of all the crew.

09 TUNNG (03'42) with whiskey
10 MUM - if i were a fish
11 GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI - Face Like Summer
12 SHUGO TOKUMARU (03'04) Amayadori
13 SOY UN CABALLO - au ralenti
14 ADEM (2006) 03 x is for kisses

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