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Dreadful End of Marianna For Sorcery
Marianna o' the Howe was a young lassie wi' gowden hair
Sweet and honest, true and bonnie, and lover of one John Sinclair
Marianna met the factor at the dawning, at the fold
And he said, "Lie with me now, Marianna, and you will not want for gold"
"Well, I thank you for your offer, but I fear it canna be
I maun lie with John Sinclair, for he's the only one for me"
So the factor, sore affronted, whispered evil of her name
Every sorrow and misfortune 'twas Marianna was to blame
Soon there came a deputation Marianna for to see
For to slight her reputation, "The de'il has laid his hands on ye
Ye've soured the cream and blighted the corn and danced wi' fairies on the hill
Ye who are of devil born and ye who bow to no man's will"
Seven evenings, seven mornings they spoke of Marianna ill
There they shamed her, stripped her and maimed her, but they never tamed her will
"Let her sweetness not deceive you, evil hides itself right well
Once within, it will never leave you, Marianna, you'll burn in hell"
"Who are these who stand against me?
Who are these who slight my name?
Let them tell their lies before God and let them hang their heads in shame"
Then she saw a sight that grieved her, all the hope inside her died
John Sinclair all clad in satin standing at the factor's side
"I was child and now a woman, but I shall be no man's wife
For my love has me forsaken, and I want no more of this life"
They've shorn the hair from Marianna, the witch's snare o' gowden thread
Marched her tae the Gallowsha' and whipped her sair until she bled
In the crowd she spied her lover, and he had his new coat on
Soon the flames danced all above her, and the people danced 'til the dawn
Marianna o' the Howe, was a young lassie wi' gowden hair
Sweet and honest, true and bonnie, betrayed by the factor and John Sinclair
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2. |
Pot and Tinker
03:16
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Pot & Tinker (Lyrics)- ©Mandy Connell
I can make a pot, I’m a tinker and I can make a lock, I’m a fitter
I can build a boat, and row her; I can make a house from sleepers
I grew up in Essendon, deep in the heart of Melbourne
All the mods were chasing dreams: all they found were dragons
I spent a year in Langi-Kal, ‘fore I met your mother
Down on my knees in soap and suds; Polishing the floorboards
Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da
Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
I got out and started workin leather, went to work in plastic manufacture
Learned to build the tools to fix the motors, spare time I fixed my bosses jaguar
I went to live in Omeo where the hops and the tobacco grow:
20 years clean I can’t come home- if I did I’d still be tempted.
Darlin, don’t you know it’s worth the tears you cried, the letters penned?
I’m glad you made the visits though I did not understand
This room I’m sleeping in is creeping slowly earthward,
Loneliness is easier when love comes winging, you come singing
Darlin- keep the visits comin.
Heart attacks and valium, seizures when the pills don’t come
Ulcers when the drugs don’t work- how my hips and shoulders hurt
But once I could turn somersaults, and though I had so many faults
I loved you and your mother though I couldn’t find the words to say
Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da
Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
I can make a pot, I’m a tinker and I can make a lock, I’m a fitter
I can build a boat, and row her; I can make a house from sleepers
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da
Copyright © Mandy Connell
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3. |
The Cruel Mother
04:42
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I went walkin in the woods one night
All alone and aloney O
I saw two babies playing at the ball
Down by the Greenwood Sidey O
Oh Babes Oh Babes If you were mine
I’d dress you up in Scarlet Fine
I wouldn’t go walking by the river side
Down by the Greenwood Sidey O
Oh Mother Mother we were thine
You didn’t dress us coarse or fine
You went walking by the riverside
Pushed your back against a thorn
Pushed and you pushed ‘til we were born
Put the rope around our neck and you
Pulled on the rope ‘til we were dead
Oh Babes Oh Babes what am I to do
For the cruel thing that I did you you
Bonnie Boys come tell to me
What kind of death I’ll have to die
Seven years as a fish in the flood
Seven years as a bird in the wood
Seven years a tongue in the warning bell
Seven years in the flames of hell
Ooooooooh Oooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooh
I went walkin in the woods one night
All alone and aloney O
I saw two babies playing at the ball
Down by the Greenwood Sidey O
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4. |
The Recruited Collier
04:13
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Recruited Collier
Intro
| D | G A |
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
V1
"What's the matter with you, me lass, and where's your dashing Jimmy?"
"Them soldier boys have picked him up and taken him far from me
Last pay-day he went into town and them red-coated fellows,
Enticed him in and made him drunk, and he'd better come to the gallows.
V2
The very sight of his cockade, it sets us all a-cryin',
And me, I nearly fainted twice - I thought that I was dyin'
Me father said he'd pay the smart and he'd run for the Golden Guinea,
But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book, so now they've got young Jimmy.
Fiddle riff x 2
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
V3
When Jimmy talks about the wars, it's worse than death to hear him.
I must go out and hide me tears, because I cannot bear him.
A Brigadier or a Grenadier he says they're sure to make him,
So now he jibes and cracks his jokes and bids me not forsake him.
Solo - whole verse - End on riff
| D | G A |
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
V4 - Guitar only
As I walked o'er yon stubbled field - below where runs the seam,
I think on Jimmy hewing there, but it was all a dream.
He hewed the very coils we burn, so when this fire I'm leetin',
To think the lumps was in his hands - it sets me heart a-beating'. (Fiddle HIGH notes long bows)
V5
So break me heart and then it's o'er, oh break me heart, me dearie,
As I lie in this cold, cold bed, of a single life I'm weary."
Exit on fiddle tune
| Bm | G A |
| Bm | G A |
| D |
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Handweaver and the Factory Maid (Trad / A.L. Lloyd)
I am a hand weaver to my trade
Bm
I fell in love with a factory maid
Bm
And if I could but her favour win
Bm
I would stand beside her and weave by steam
Verse 2
My father to me scornful said
"How can you fancy a factory maid?
When you could have lovers fine and gay
Dressed like unto the Queen of May"
Verse 3
As for your fine girls I don't care
If I could but enjoy my dear
We'd stand in the factory all the day
And she and I'd keep our shuttles in play
Backing Vocal x4
Shuttle goes forth and the shuttle goes back
Verse 4
I went to my lover's bedroom door
Where I'd been often times before
But I could not speak nor yet get in
To the pleasant bed where my love lay in
Verse 5 - Hens sing in 6/4, back to 5/4 on "enjoys she"
Bm A/E Bm
How can you say it's a pleasant bed
Bm A/E Bm
When nowt lies there but a factory maid?
Bm A/E Bm
And a factory maid though ere she be
Bm A/E C Bm
Blest is the man who enjoys she
Verse 6
O pleasant thoughts all come to my mind
As I turn down the sheets so fine
And I seen her two breasts standing so
Just like two white hills all covered with snow
Verse 7 - stop on "rise at dawn", last line is spoken
Where are the fine girls, I'll tell you plain
They've all gone for to weave by steam
And if you'll find them you must rise at dawn
And trudge to the mill in the early morn
Handweaver Tune
“The Musical Priest”
| Bm A | Bm A | Bm A | E F# |
| D A | D A | D A | G F# |
| Bm A | Bm A | Bm A | E F# |
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6. |
Tom Paine's Bones
03:23
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Tom Paine's Bones (Graham Moore)
Verse 1
C F
As I roved out, late one night, by a river of discontent
F G Am
I ran straight into old Tom Paine as running down the road he went
C F
He said, "I can't stop right now, child, King George is after me
F G Am
He'd have a rope around my throat and hang me on the Liberty Tree"
Chorus
C F
But I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, dance to Tom Paine's bones
F G Am
Dance in the oldest boots I own to the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
C F (/G) (/A) (/G) (/F) (/E)
I will dance to Tom Paine's bones, dance to Tom Paine's bones
F G Am
Dance in the oldest boots I own to the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
Instrumental - start on hanging Am, turnaround on G.
| Am | Am |
| C | C | F | F |
| F | F | G | Am |
| C | C | F | F |
| F | F | G | Am | G |
| C | C |
Verse 2
"I only talked about freedom and justice for everyone
But since the very first word I spoke I've been looking down the barrel of a gun
They say I preached revolution let me say in my defence
That all I did wherever I went was to talk a lot of common sense"
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
Verse 3 (we don’t sing the second half)
Old Tom Paine he ran so fast, he left me standing still
And there I was, a piece of paper in my hand standing at the top of the hill
It said, "This is the Age Of Reason, these are The Rights Of Man
Kick off religion and monarchy" it was written there in Tom Paine's plan
(Not on our recording:)
Old Tom Paine, there he lies
Nobody laughs and nobody cries
Where he's gone or how he fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares
[Chorus x2]
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Ballad Of Accounting Ewan McColl
In the morning we built the city
In the afternoon walked through its streets
Evening saw us leaving
We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To the landmarks on the journey from the
cradle to the grave. X3
Did you learn to dream in the morning?
Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
Wait without hope in the evening?
Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies?
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for their scorn?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the
act of being born? X3
Did you alter the face of the city?
Make any change in the world you found?
Or did you observe all the warnings?
Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle off the pavements just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen and never heard?
Did you learn to be obedient and
jump to at a word? X3
Did you demand any answers?
The who and the what and the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?
Did you stand aside and let 'em choose while you took second best?
Did you let 'em skim the cream off and then give to you the rest?
Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right,
To let 'em rob you right and left and
never make a fight? X3
What did you learn in the morning?
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?
Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?
Did the factory help you grow, were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living, enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of
all your fellow men? X3
Written in 1964 as theme music for the BBC radio-series 'LANDMARKS', this is a summing-up song, an accounts sheet. Its Brechtian style and deceptive simplicity mark it as unique among MacColl's compositions.
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8. |
The Diamantina Drover
04:30
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DIAMANTINA DROVER HUGH MCDONALD
Arr. Stray Hens
Intro - Sally Fiddle drones
Verse 1- (Carmen sings over Sal solo Fiddle)
The Faces in the photograph have faded
And I can’t believe he looks so much like me
For it’s been ten years today
Since I left for Old Cork Station
And I won’t be back ‘till the drovin’s done
Chorus (Sal, Mandy, carmen harmonies)
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone, like the drays from Old Cork Station
and I won’t be back ‘till the drovin’s done
Verse 2
Well it seems like the sun comes up each morning
Sets me up then takes it all away
For the dreaming by the light
Of the campfire at night
Ends with the burning by the day
Chorus (Sal, Mandy, carmen harmonies)
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone, like the drays from Old Cork Station
and I won’t be back ‘till the drovin’s done
Solo break over Chorus chords x1- Twin Fiddle
Verse 3
Sometimes I think i’ll settle back in Sydney
But it’s been so long it’s hard to change my mind
For the cattle trail goes on and on,
And the fences roll forever
And I won’t be back till the drovin’s done
Chorus (Sal, Mandy, carmen harmonies)
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone, like the drays from Old Cork Station
and I won’t be back ‘till the drovin’s done
Rubato: For the years have surely gone, like the drays from Old Cork Station
and I won’t be back ‘till the drovin’s done
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Bonnie Broom Am
Song in 3/4 except guitar riff in 4/4. Drop 1 beat before fiddle riff & between them when there is two, & after V4. All Instruments stop on the very last “Fa” (la la, la la, la la la, la la) for an acapella ending.
Guit riff x 2 4/4
V1 Unison There was a Lady in the West, Lay the bent to the bonny broom
She had three daughters of the best, Fa la la, la la, la la la, la la
V2 Unison A strange young knight he came to the gate...
He knocked loud and he knocked late...
Guit riff x 2 (Fiddles long bows - Sally Low, Carmen Middle)
V3 Mandy The eldest sister she led him in…In the door with a...
V4 Mandy The middle sister she made the bed...
V5 Carmen The youngest sister was bold and bright…
She went to bed with the strange young knight...
Fiddle riff x 1 (Sally High, Carmen Low)
V6 & 7 Sal Now young maiden you’ve lain with me...
I’ll ask you questions 3 by 3...
Answer me these Qs 9...
Or else you surely shall be mine...
V8 Sal louder than the horn (Thunder)
sharper than the thorn (Hunger)
whiter than the milk... (Snow)
V9 Sal softer than the silk (Love)
higher than the tree (Heaven)
deeper than the sea... (Hell)
V10 Sal rounder than the ring (World)
greener than the grass (Poison)
worse than woman e’er was… (Devil)
Fiddle riff x 2 (Sally High, Carmen Low)
V11,12&13 Carmen ^ see above for answers in brackets ^
Guit riff x 2 (Fiddles rhythmic long bows)
Ryan’s Rhythm EXTRAVAGANZA!
V14 Carmen Now I’ve answered your questions nine...
So I never shall be thine...
V15 3vox He clapped his wings and aloud did cry...
In a blaze of fire away did fly...
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10. |
Innisfail Song
04:00
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Hey Rain / Innisfail Song (Cmaj?)
Intro
Hey Rain, (Low) Hey Rain (Normal)
Verse 1- Acapella
There's rain in me beard and rain on me face,
Oh muddy old Innisfail's a bloody wet place,
Hey rain, hey rain. ( harmony on second ‘rain’)
Verse 2 - (Acapella)
Rain in me beer and rain in me grub,
And they've just fitted anchors to the Garradunga pub,
Hey rain, hey rain. (Band Comes In)
Chorus........ x 1 (Harmonies)
Verse 3 (Band in)
There's a Johnstone River crocodile livin' in me frig'
And a bloody great tree on the Jubilee Bridge
Hey rain, hey rain (Harmonies on both)
Verse 4
Bloke from out west nearly died of fright,
Cos the River rose thity five feet last night
Hey rain, hey rain (Harmonies on both)
Chorus..... x 2
Verse 5
Monsoon Sky so black and big
Theres an old flyin' fox in the Moreton Bay fig,
Hey rain, hey rain (Harmonies on both)
Verse 6
It's the worst wet season we've ever had,
And I'd swim down to Tully, but it's just as bloody bad
Hey rain, hey rain (Harmonies on both)
Chorus x 2
Acapella Chorus x 1
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11. |
Mad Tom of Bedlam
04:40
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Mad Tom of Bedlam
CH ...well that we sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny for they
Go bare and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor, money
Acapella Chorus Slow - pause on “air”
Bass Intro
Drums in
V1 + Bass riff start together
V2
V3 Key up
V4
Bridge
Drum Solo
V5 Key up
Outro
To see mad tom of bedlam,
Ten thousand miles I've travelled
Mad maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel
So well that we sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money
I went down to satan's kitchen
For to break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
So well that we sing sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money
A spirit hot as lightening
Did on that journey guide me
The sun did shake and the pale moon quake
Wherever they did spy me
Yet it's well that we sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they…
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12. |
Song of the Inland Rain
07:55
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Stray Hens Melbourne, Australia
Three stunning frontwomen, on fiddles, vocal and guitar, backed by drums & double bass. No one in Australia is arranging
folk revival songs with such passion. Complex harmonies, jazz & old-timey inspired rythms, & anceint anglo ballads create a theatrical show.
Formed in March 2013, & already booked for some of the country's Premier festivals, their debut EP has us anticipating the full album!
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