 Bile Them Cabbage Down, performed for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Decker, December 2006, www.audiowordplay.wordpress.com Bile Them Cabbage Down, traditional folk tune, normally played with the dulcimers for each part. Bile Them Cabbage Down, boys, turn them whole cakes round, only song that I can sing is Bile Them Cabbage Down. Raccoon has a bushy tail, possum's tail is bare, rabbit's got no tail at all, but a little bitty bunch of hair. Possum up, semen tree, raccoon on the ground, raccoon says to the possum, won't you shake them semen's down? J-bird died with the whooping cough, sparrow died with the colic, long came the frog with the fiddle on his back, inquiring his way to the frolic. End of ballad. This recording is in the public domain. The Bold Fisherman, traditional folk song, read for LibriVox.org by Kim Vibrock on the 27th of April, 2007, www.soringmountain.com There was a bold fisherman who sailed out from Pimlico to slew the wild codfish and the bold mackerel, but when he got off Pimlico the stormy winds did begin to blow, his little boat went wibble wobble, overboard went he. Singing, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, was a highly interesting song he sung, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, sang the Bold Fisherman. He wriggled, and he squiggled in the water so briny, oh, he yellowed and bellowed for help but in vain. Then downward he did gently glide to the bottom of the silvery tide, but previously to this he cried, fairly well married Jane. Singing, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, was a highly interesting song he sung, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, sang the Bold Fisherman. His ghost walked at midnight to the bedside of his merry Jane, but when he told her how dead he was, said she, I'll go mad, for if my love is so dead she, no joy on earth can ever be, I never more will happy be, she went raving mad. Singing, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, was a highly interesting song he sung, twink-a-doodle-dumb, twink-a-doodle-dumb, sang the Bold Fisherman. They're like a bright star on a cloudy morning, they will first appear, and then they're gone. They'll tell to you some loving story, to make you think that they love you true, straight way they'll go and court some other, oh that's the love that they have for you. I wish I were some little sparrow, and I had wings, and I could fly, I would fly away to my fault's true lover, and while still talk I would sit and cry. But I am not some little sparrow, I have no wings nor can I fly, so I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow, and try to pass my troubles by. I wish I had known, before I courted, that love had been so hard to gain, I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden, and fastened it down with a silver chain. Young men never cast your eye on beauty, for beauty is a thing that will decay, for the prettiest flowers that grow in the garden, how soon they'll wither, will wither and fade away. End of poem. Found at Frisco-squid.blogspot.com The Dead Men's Chest Fifteen men on the Dead Men's Chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drinking the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The mate was fixed by the booze and spike The booze and brain my mother and spike And the cookies wrote what's marked by the like It had been clashed by fingers ten And there they lay all good dead men Like break of day in a booze and can Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a whole ship's list Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Dead and be damned when the soul's gone whist Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The skipper lay with his knob and gore When the Skullians asked his cheek and shore And the Skullian he was step-times poor There they lay in the soggy skies Drip ceaselessly and up-staring eyes By the mercs unsettered by false sunrise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Dead and be damned when the murder mark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Towards the cutlass swipe one ounce of lead Or a gaping hole in a battered head And the skipper's glot of a rotting red And there they lay, ay, dammy eyes Then look how it's clapped on paradise Their soul's gone just the contra-wise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Every man Jack could've said a little pew Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum There was chest on chest of Spanish gold And a ton of plate in the middle hold In the cabin's riot of lewd untold And there they lay, ay, dammy eyes Then I took the plum with siren the sass And the lips struck dumb And we shared all by the moon of the thumb Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum More is seen through the stern light screen Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Tardings in doubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum A flimsy shift and a bunker cot With the darks of the shoe through the bosom spot And the lace stiff dry in a purplish rot A wash she went, your shattering maid She dared a knife and she took the blade Faith there was stuff for a plucky jade Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drinking the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum We wrapped them all in a mainsail tight With twice ten turns of a hoster's bite And we heaved them over and out of sight With a yo-heave ho and a farewell The sullen plunge on a sullen swell Ten fathoms along on the road to hell This recording is in the public domain To capture the hearts of the fair No matter what may be your age You always may cut a fine dash And we'll suit all the girls to a hair If you've only got a moustache A moustache, a moustache If you've only got a moustache No matter for birth or for fame All these used to have something to do With young ladies changing their name There's no reason now to despond Or go and do anything rash Or you'll do though you can't raise a cent If you'll only raise a moustache A moustache, a moustache Here's a moustache walk And empty as any football Oh, your eyes may be green as the grass Your heart just as hard as a wall Yet take the advice that I give You'll soon gain affection and cash And we'll be all the rage with the girls If you'll only get a moustache A moustache, a moustache If you'll only get a moustache I once was in sorrow Because I was jilted, you know So right down to the river I ran To quickly dispose of my woe A good friend he gave me advice And timely prevented the splash Now at home I have a wife and ten heirs And all through a handsome moustache A moustache, a moustache And all through a handsome moustache Red River Valley From this valley they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine That brightens our pathway awhile Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the girl that has loved you so true For a long time I have been waiting For those dear words you never would say But at last all my fond hopes have vanished For they say you are going away Won't you think of the valley you're leaving Oh how lonely, how sad it will be Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking And the grief you are causing me to see From this valley they say you are going When you go, may your darling go too Would you leave her behind unprotected When she loves no other but you I have promised you darling that never Will a word from my lips cause you pain And my life it will be yours forever If you only will love me again Must the path with its joys be blighted By the future of sorrow and pain And the vows that was spoken be slighted Don't you think you can love me again As you go to your home by the ocean May you never forget those sweet hours That we spent in the Red River Valley And the love we exchanged with the flowers There never could be such a longing In the heart of a pure maiden's breast That dwells in the heart you are breaking As I wait in my home in the west And the dark maiden's prayer for her lover To the spirit that rules over the world May his pathway be ever in sunshine Is the prayer of the Red River Girl End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A bonnifine maid of a noble degree With a hay down down and down down Minerian called by name Did live in the north of excellent worth For she was a gallant dame. For favour and face and beauty most rare Queen Helen she did excel For Merian then was praised of all men That did in the country dwell. It was neither Rosamond nor Jane Shore Whose beauty was clear and bright That could surpass this country last Beloved of Lord and Knight. The Earl of Huntington, nobly born That came of noble blood To Merian went with good intent By the name of Robin Hood. With kisses sweet their red lips meet For she and the Earl did agree. In every place they kindly embrace With a love and sweet unity. But fortune bearing these lovers' spite That soon they were forced apart. To the merry green wood then went Robin Hood With a sad and sorrowful heart. And Merian, poor soul, was troubled in mind For the absence of her friend. With finger and eyes she often did cry And his person did much commend. Perplexed and vexed and troubled in mind She dressed herself like a page And wrenched the wood to find Robin Hood The bravest of men in that age. With quiver and bow, sword, buckler and doll Thus armed was Merian most bold Still wondering about to find Robin out Whose person was better than gold. But Robin Hood he himself had disguised And Merian was strangely attired That they proved foes and so fell the blows Whose valour, bold Robin, admired. They drew out their swords into cutting they went At least an hour or more That the blood ran a pace from The bold Robin's face and Merian was wounded sore. A hold thy hand, hold thy hand, said Robin Hood And thou shalt be one of my string To range in the wood with bold Robin Hood To hear the sweet nightingale sing. When Merian did hear the voice of her love Herself she did quickly discover And with kisses sweet she did him greet Like to a most loyal lover. When bold Robin Hood his Merian did see The Lord were clipping was there With kind embraces and jabbing of faces Providing of gallant cheer. Poor little John took his bow in his hand And wandering in the wood To kill the deer and make a cheer For Merian and Robin Hood. A stately banquet they had full soon All initiated bower were venison sweet They had to eat and were merry that present hour. Great flaggots of wine were set on the board And suddenly they drunk round. The bulls of sack to strengthen the back Whilst their knees did touch the ground. First Robin Hood began a health To Merian his only deer. And his young men all both comely and tall Did quickly bring up their ear. For in a brave vein they toss off their bulls Was thus they did remain And every cup as they drank up They filled with speed again. At last they ended their merriment And went to walk in the wood. Where little John and main Merian Attended to bold Robin Hood. And solid content together they lived With all their yeoman gay They lived by their hands without any lands And so they did many a day. But now to conclude And an end I will make in time As I think it good For the people that dwell in the north Can tell of Merian and a bold Robin Hood. And of poem this recording Is in the public domain. We moved through the fair. Performed for LibriVox.org By Chris Tierney. My young love said to me My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind And she stepped away from me And this she did say It will not be long love Till our wedding day. And she stepped away from me And she moved through the fair And fondly I watched her Move here And then she turned homeward With one star like the swan in the The people were saying But one had a sour was said I smiled as she passed with Her goods and The last last night she came To make dead love And so softly she came that Her feet made no dip As she laid her feet did say End of song. This recording is in the public domain. Smoking Spiritualized Performed for LibriVox.org By Jason Oakley. Brisbane, Australia. www.bangrocks.com This Indian weed now withered quite The green at noon cut down at night So as they decay all flesh is hay The stink and smoke tobacco The pipe so lily-like and weak Does thus their mortal soul bespeak Thou art Ian such, gone with the touch The stink and smoke tobacco And when the smoke ascends on high Then thou beholds the vanity Of worldly stuff gone with the puff Thus think and smoke tobacco And when the pipe goes foul within Think on thy soul defiled with sin For then the fire it does require Thus think and smoke tobacco And see as the ashes cast away Then to thyself thou mayest say That to the dust return now must Thus think and smoke tobacco Was this small plant for thee cut down So was the plant of great renown For nobler ends thus think and smoke tobacco Doth juice medicinal Proceed from such a naughty foreign weed Then watch the power of Jesse's flower Thus think and smoke tobacco The promise like the pipe in lays Then by the mouth of faith conveys What virtue flows from Sharon's rose Thus think and smoke tobacco In vain the unlighted pipe you blow Your pains in outward means are so Till heavenly fire your heart Inspire thus think and smoke tobacco The smoke like burning incense towers So should a praying heart of yours With ardent cries cement the skies Thus think and smoke tobacco End of song This recording is in the public domain There were three rands sat on a tree They were as black as they might be With a down, dairy, dairy, down, down The one of them said to his mate Down, a down, hey, down, hey, down The one of them said to his mate Where shall we our breakfast take? With a down, dairy, dairy, down, down Down in yonder greenfield Down, a down, hey, down, a down Down in yonder greenfield With a down, down, hey, down, down Down in yonder greenfield There lies a night slain under his shield With a down, dairy, dairy, down, down His hounds they lie down at his feet Down, a down, hey, down, hey, down His hounds they lie down at his feet With a down, his hounds they lie down at his feet So well they can their master keep With a down, dairy, dairy, down, down His hawks they fly so eagerly Down, a down, hey, down, hey, down His hawks they fly so eagerly His hawks they fly so eagerly With a down, his hawks they fly so eagerly There's no fallow dare come him knee With a down, dairy, dairy, down, down Down there comes a fallow doe Down, a down, hey, down, hey, down Down there comes a fallow doe With a down, down there comes a fallow doe As great with young as she might go With a down, dairy, dairy, dairy, down, down She lifted up his bloody head Down, a down, hey, down, a down She lifted up his bloody head With a down She lifted up his bloody head And kissed his wounds that were so red With a down, dairy, dairy, dairy, down, down She got him up upon her back Down, a down, hey, down, a down She got him up upon her back With a down She got him up upon her back And carried him to the earthen lack With a down, dairy, dairy, dairy, down, down She buried him before the prime Down, a down, hey, down, a down She buried him before the prime With a down She buried him before the prime She was dead herself at even song time With a down, dairy, dairy, dairy, down, down God send every gentleman Down, a down, hey, down, a down God send every gentleman With a down God send every gentleman Such hawks, such hounds, and such a layman With a down, dairy, dairy, dairy, down, down From a hag and a hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye And the spirit that stands by the naked man In the book of moons defend ye That of your five sound senses Ye never be forsaken Nor wander from yourselves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing Of thirty bare years Have I twice twenty been enraged And of forty been three times fifteen Endurance soundly caged In the lordly lofts of Bedlam With stubble, soft, and dainty Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding dong With wholesome hunger plenty While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing With a thought I took for modlin And a curse of cockle-potage With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all I befell into this dotage I slept not since the conquest Till then I never waked Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stripped me naked While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing When I short have shorned my sorry face And swigged my horny barrel In an oaken inn I pound my skin As a suit of gilt apparel The moons my constant mistress The lowly owl my morrow The flaming drake and the night crow Make me music for my sorrow While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing A palsy plagues my pulses When I prig your pigs or pullin Your culvers take or matchless make Your shanticleers or sullen When I want province with Humphrey I sup And when benighted, I repose in poles With waking souls, but never am affrighted While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing I know more than Apollo For oft when he lies sleeping I see the stars at bloody wars The wounded welkin weeping The moon embrace her shepherd And the queen of love her warrior The first doth horn the star of mourn And the next the heavenly farrier While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing The gypsy snap and Pedro Are none of Tom's companions The punk I scorn, the cut purse sworn And the roaring boys bravado The meek, the white, the gentle Me handle, touch, and spare not But those who cross Tom rhinoceros Do what the panther dare not While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander With a burning spear and a horse of air To the wilderness I wander By a night of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to turnee Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end Me thinks it is no journey While I do sing, any food, any feeding Feeding, drink, or clothing Come dame or maid, be not afraid Poor Tom will injure nothing End of Tom a Bedlam This recording is in the public domain Two little sailor boys Performed for the bravox dead org by Schroedtigal Two little chaps with sailor caps Played at the game of war Two wooden ships for battleships Bravely to sail from shore One little boy reached for his toy Fell in the deep blue sea But his comrade drew, cried, I'll rescue you And someday you may save me Don't forget when we were sailor boys Ship of hoys, share and joys Remember, then our battleships Were only toys When we were two little sailor boys Years took their flight Two ships one night Fought in the raging sea Each captain true Leading his crew Strove for victory One sinking fast Clings to a man While from the ship nearby Captain so brave Strikes out over the wave And his comrade hears him cry Don't forget when we were sailor boys Ship of hoys, share and joys Remember, then our battleships Were only toys When we were two little sailor boys Ship of hoys, share and joys