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2 Feb 2008 19:01 |
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anyone got a cheerful song? something funny maybe?
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**Stella ~by~ Starlight**★..★..★
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2 Feb 2008 19:04 |
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that was lovely, little ann. understand it better too now i have read about his life .
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★♥*¨¨*Little Ann*¨¨*♥★
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2 Feb 2008 19:04 |
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Thanks Stella *takes a bow* lol
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2 Feb 2008 19:07 |
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oh dear .. has the 33 1/3 broke? lol
Rio
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**Stella ~by~ Starlight**★..★..★
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2 Feb 2008 19:10 |
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on [ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/Tz ] Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
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2 Feb 2008 19:11 |
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rose knows this is my favourite song!
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★♥*¨¨*Little Ann*¨¨*♥★
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2 Feb 2008 19:12 |
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Ok. for Rose lol
Oh! We went up to the highlands of Scotland, To the land of the loch and the glen. And we'll all bring our wives back a present, So we can go next time again.
Singing... Too-ral-ay, oo-ral-ay addy, We went up by train and by car. When the juice of the barley starts flowing, We all saw the game in the bar.
Oh! We loaded the bus up with flagons, And left about twenty past seven. We stopped fourteen times between Neath and Bridgend, We were still in Glamorgan at eleven.
Singing... Too-ral-ay, oo-ral-ay addy, We went up by train and by car. When the juice of the barley starts flowing, We all saw the game in the bar.
On the M5 Will spoke to the driver, He said "Can you no stop this bus for a while?" He said "Man alive, we're on the M5, You'll have to hang on to Carlisle!"
Singing... Too-ral-ay, oo-ral-ay addy, We went up by train and by car. When the juice of the barley starts flowing, We all saw the game in the bar.
Old Willie climbed out on the sun-roof, And he stood on the bus in disgrace. He wasn't to know that the bridge was so low, But he died with a smile on his face.
Singing... Too-ral-ay, oo-ral-ay addy, We went up by train and by car.v When the juice of the barley starts flowing, We all saw the game in the bar.
He was splattered all over the pavement, And his leek it was stuffed down his throat, And I heard his friend say, as they scraped him away, My ticket was inside his coat!
Singing... Too-ral-ay, oo-ral-ay addy, We went up by train and by car. When the juice of the barley starts flowing, We all saw the game in the bar.
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2 Feb 2008 19:17 |
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don't know that one Ann lol xx
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★♥*¨¨*Little Ann*¨¨*♥★
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2 Feb 2008 19:19 |
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Max Boyce Rose x
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2 Feb 2008 19:21 |
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oh yes of course lol...i have his autograph somewhere ! xx
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2 Feb 2008 19:25 |
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Duw, It's Hard (Max Boyce)
In our little valley They closed the colliery down, And the pithead baths is a supermarket now. Empty gurneys red with rust Roll to rest among the dust And the pithead baths is a supermarket now.
CHO: 'Cos it's hard, Duw, it's hard Harder than they will ever know. And it's they must take the blame, The price of coal's the same. And the pithead baths is a supermarket now.
They came down here from England Because our output's low. Briefcases full of bank clerks That had never been below. And they'll close the valley's oldest mine Pretending that they're sad. But don't you worry, Butty bach, We're really very glad.
My clean-clothes locker's empty now, I've thrown away the key. And I've sold my boots and muffler And my lampcheck 153. But I can't forget the times we had, The laughing midst the fear, 'Cos every time I cough I get A mining souvenir.
I took my old helmet home with me, Filled it full of earth, And I planted little flowers there - They grew for all their worth. And it's hanging in the glasshouse now, A living memory, Reminding me they could have grown In vases over me.
But I know the local magistrate, She's got a job for me, Though it's only counting buttons In a local factory. We get coffee breaks and coffee breaks, Coffee breaks and tea. And now I know those dusty mines Have seen the last of me.
FINAL CHORUS 'Cos it's hard, Duw, it's hard Harder than they will ever know. And if ham was underground, Would it be twelve bob a pound. And the pithead baths is a supermarket now. Aye, the pithead baths is a supermarket now.
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2 Feb 2008 19:30 |
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Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie doon, my darling Coorie doon a day Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie doon, my darling Coorie doon a day
Lie doon my dear and in your ear To help you close your eyes I'll sing a song, a slumber song A Miner's lullaby
There's darkness doon the mine my darling Darkness, dust and damp But we must have our heat, our light Our fire and our lamp
Your daddy coories doon, my darling Doon in a three foot seam So you can corrie doon, my darling Coorie doon and dream
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2 Feb 2008 19:36 |
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Susanne´s Folksong-Notizen English Notes
Love Is Teasing (Love Is Pleasing) (Trad) For love is teasing and love is pleasing And love is a pleasure when first it's new But as it grows older ach love grows colder And fades away like the morning dew
I wished, I wished, oh I wished in vain I wished I was a lad again But lad again I can no more be Than apples grow on an orange tree
When I was a young man I did not care I drank the whisky night and morn But since I've married that girl so fair I rue the day that I was born
I wished, I wished that my bairn was born And sitting on his mother's knee And me poor boy I was dead and gone The long green grass growing over me
(as sung by Alex Campbell)
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain I wish I were a maid again But a maid again I can never be Until apples grow on an ivy tree
For love is pleasing and love is teasing And love is a treasure when first it's new But as love grows older then love grows colder And it fades away like the morning dew
There is an alehouse in the town And there my love he sits him down He takes a strange girl on his knee And he tells her things that he once told me
For love and porter make a young girl older And love and whiskey make her old and grey And what cannot be cured, love, must be endured, love And now I am bound for Amerikay
( But as love grows older then love grows colder And it fades away like the morning dew
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