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Shepherds Arise
02:58
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SHEPHERDS ARISE
Trad: (Copper family). Arr: Graham Pratt.
Shepherds arise; be not afraid; with hasty steps prepare,
To David's city, sin on earth;
With our blest infant there, With our blest infant there...
Sing, sing all earth; Sing, sing all earth, eternal praises sing;
To our Redeemer, to our Redeemer and our heav'nly King.
Laid in a manger, viewed a child, humility divine;
Sweet innocence, sounds meek and mild;
Grace in His features shine, Grace in His features shine…
For us the saviour came on earth, for us his life he gave
To save us from eternal death.
And to raise us from the grave, And to raise us from the grave…
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Gossip Jones
03:01
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GOSSIP JONES
Words: Trad and Eileen Pratt. Tune: Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt.
Good morning, Gossip Jones, and where hast thou been walking?
I've been walking in the morning, the morning, the morning...
My cherry cow is calved beneath the parlour awning.
We'll have butter in the morning, Oh Gossip Jones...
My pig he is not well, pray tell to me the matter,
For he ate the wooden platter, Oh Gossip Jones...
My duck has swallowed a snail, Oh isn't that a wonder,
For its horns grow out from under, Oh Gossip Jones...
My wife she is got drunk and on the bed lies sleeping,
But tomorrow she'll be weeping, Oh Gossip Jones...
The off to the gin shop I will go to drive away all sorrow,
And we'll tell you more tomorrow, Oh Gossip Jones...
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3. |
The Moon Shines Bright
01:43
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THE MOON SHINES BRIGHT
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt.
The moon shines bright and the stars give their light
A little before the day;
Our Lord our God He calls on us
And bids us awake and pray.
So dear so dear Christ loved us
And for our sins got slain;
I'd have you leave all your wicked ways
And turn to the lord again.
The life of man it is but a span
And he flourishes like a flower;
He's here today, tomorrow he's gone;
And he's dead all in one hour.
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4. |
The Hunt Is Up
02:20
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THE HUNT IS UP
Words: Trad and Eileen Pratt. Tune: Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt.
The hunt is up, the hunt is up
And now 'tis almost day.
He that's abed with another man's wife
'Tis time to haste away.
See dawn arise, see dawn arise
The quarry is in sight.
He that would snore with a frolicsome whore
'Tis time to say goodnight.
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5. |
Fortune My Foe
02:35
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FORTUNE MY FOE
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt.
Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me,
And will thy favours never greater be?
Wilt thou, I say, forever bring me pain,
And will thou ne'er restore my joys again?...
Fortune hath wrought me grief and great annoy;
Fortune hath falsely stole my love away.
My love & joy, whose sight did make me glad;
Such great misfortune never young man had.
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ROOM FOR COMPANY
Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt
Room for company, here come good fellows;
Room for company at Bartholomew Fair.
Cobblers and broom-men, jailers and loom-men;
Room for company, well may they fare.
Butchers and tailors, shipwrights and sailors;
Room for company at Bartholomew Fair.
Paviers, bricklayers, potters and brickmakers;
Room for company, well may they fare.
Pinners and pewterers, plumbers and fruiterers;
Room for company at Bartholomew Fair.
Bellfounders, fellmongers,bellowsmenders, woodmongers;
Room for company, well may they fare.
Pumpmakers, glassmakers, chamberlains and mapmakers;
Room for company at Bartholomew Fair.
Collarmakers, needlemakers, buttonmakers, fiddlemakers;
Room for company, well may they fare.
Fletchers and bowyers, drawers and sawyers;
Room for company at Bartholomew Fair.
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7. |
Agincourt Carol
03:47
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AGINCOURT CAROL
Anon. Arr: Graham Pratt.
Deo gratias Anglia, Redde pro victoria.
Our King went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry.
There God for him wrought marv'llously,
Wherefore England may call and cry.
He set a siege sooth for to say
To Harfleur town with royal array.
That town he won & made affray,
That France shall rue til Doomesday
Then went our King with all his host
Through France for all the French did boast.
He spared neither least nor most,
‘Til he came to Agincourt coast
Then forsooth that comely Knight
In Agincourt field did manly fight.
Through grace of God most mighty,
He had both field & victory
There dukes & earls lord & baron
Were taken slain & that well soon.
And some were led into London
With joy & mirth & great renown.
Now gracious God he save our King,
His people & all his good willing.
Give him good life & good ending,
That we with mirth may safely sing.
Deo gratias Anglia, Redde pro victoria.
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8. |
Swim Sam Swim
02:20
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SWIM SAM SWIM
Words: H P Weston. Tune: Bert Lee. Arr: Graham Pratt
Sammy was a sailor, a sailor big & broad;
Shipped on board a whaler & tumbled overboard.
Shouted: "Someone save me!"
Someone said: "Go Hang!
The sharks are sniffin’ round you!"
Then his shipmates sang:
Swim Sam, Swim Sam, Swim Sam,
Show them you're some swimmer.
Swim like a snow-white swan, Sam,
You know how the snow-white swan swam.
Six sharp shivering sharks
Are gonna snap your limb;
But a swim well swum is a well-swum swim,
So Swim Sam, Swim Sam, Swim!
Sammy swam with vigour, the race had just begun;
Sharks all eyed his figure,"All jelly!" shouted one.
Some old portly porpoise bobbed up in the foam,
And shouted: "If you want to catch the last boat home."
Sharks all sang the chorus & said while in the brine:
"Ragtime ditties bore us, but By Gum! this is fine!"
They spluttered with their "Ss", until they got lock-jawed;
And Sammy left ‘em singin’ as he climbed on board.
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OVER THE HILLS AND MOUNTAINS
Trad Arr: Graham Pratt.
Over the hills and the mountains;
Through the frost and snow;
I went down by the fountains
By myself, all along.
I'll swim the wide, wide ocean
All on my bare breast,
For to find out my true love,
Whom I do love the best.
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10. |
Death Of Robin Hood
03:05
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DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD
Words: Trad. Tune & Arr: Graham Pratt
When Robin Hood & Little John Went o'er yon bank of broom.
Said Robin Hood then to Little John: "We've shot for many's the pound."
“I am not able to shoot one shot My arrows will not flee.
But I’ve a cousin lives down below Please God she will bleed me.”
Now Robin is to fair Kirkley gone As fast as he can win.
There was none so ready as his cousin dear To let bold Robin in.
She took him by the lily-white hand And led him to her room;
And there she blooded bold Robin Hood Until next day at noon.
He then bethought him of a casement door Thinking he would be gone;
But he was so weak that he could not leap Nor could he get him down.
He then bethought him of his bugle horn Which hung down low to his knee;
And he set his good horn unto his mouth And blew it wearily.
And Little John when he heard him call As he sat under the tree.
“I fear my master is nearly dead He blows so wearily.”
Then Little John is to Kirkley gone As fast as he can dree.
“A boon a boon now” cries Little John “Master I beg of thee.”
“What is that boon" then quoth Robin Hood, “Little John thou begs of me?”
“It is to burn fair Kirkley Hall And all their nunnery.”
“Now nay now nay” quoth bold Robin Hood “That boon I’ll never grant thee.
I ne’er hurt woman in all my life Nor at the end shall it be.”
“But give my bent bow all to my hand And an arrow broad I’ll let flee;
And where this arrow is tak-en up There let my grave-stone be”
“Lay me a green sod beneath my head Another at my feet;
And lay my bent bow all by my side Which was my music sweet.”
These words so readily were promised him which did bold Robin Hood please;
And there they buried the bravest outlaw, Near to the fair Kirklees.
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11. |
Lullay Carol
01:44
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LULLAY CAROL
Words: Eileen Pratt. Tune & Arr: Graham Pratt.
Lully Lully Lullay, Lully Lullay
Christ was born in Bethlehem
To save all the souls of sinful men;
Christ was child in Nazareth
To lead all poor sinners from dismal death;
Christ was slain on Calvary
To end all our grief and misery;
Christ was raised on Easter Day
That men here on earth could gladly pray;
Lully Lully Lullay, Lully Lullay.
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12. |
This Old World
01:49
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THIS OLD WORLD
Words: Trad / Ron Taylor. Tune: Trad. Arr: Graham Pratt.
This old world is full of sorrow,
Full of sickness, weak and sore.
If you love your neighbour truly,
Love will come to you the more.
We're all children of one father;
We're all brothers and sisters too.
If you cherish one another,
Love and pity will come to you.
Thus in grace we are united,
Sure of faith and firm of mind.
On life's way we'll go together,
Love and beauty so to find.
When the call of death is sounded,
From this world we'll blithely go.
We shall triumph o'er death's trial;
Peace and glory we shall know.
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13. |
Sweep, Chim-nie Sweep
03:14
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SWEEP, CHIM-NIE SWEEP
Trad: (Copper family). Arr: Graham Pratt.
Oh, sweep, chim-nie sweep is the common cry I keep
If you can but rightly understand me. (x2)
With my brush, broom and my rake, (x2)
See what cleanlie work I make.
With my hoe, hoe, hoe and my hoe,
And it's sweep, chim-nie sweep for me.
Girls came unto the door, I looked as black as any Moor;
I am as constant and true as the day. (x2)
Although my face is black, (x2)
I can give as good a smack.
And there's no-one, no-one, no-one, there's no-one;
And there's no-one shall call me on high.
It's arise, girls, arise and unclose your weary eyes;
Go and fetch me some ale that I might swallow. (x2)
I can climb up to the top, (x2)
Without ladder, without rope.
And it's there you, there you, there you, and there you;
And it's there you will hear me 'Halloa'.
Now here I do stand, with my hoe all in my hand
Like a soldier that's on the sen-ter-y. (x2)
I will work for a better sort, (x2)
And I'll kindly thank them for it.
I will work, work, work, and I'll work;
And I'll work for none but gen-ter-y.
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14. |
Bringing In The Sheaves
03:29
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BRINGING IN THE SHEAVES
Words: Knowles Shaw. Tune: George Minor?
Arr & Harmonium: Graham Pratt.
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness;
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eves.
Waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves;
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. (x2)
Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows;
Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze.
By and by the harvest and the labour ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Go then ever weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves.
When our weeping’s over, he will bid us welcome;
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
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Graham and Eileen Pratt Sheffield, UK
We've been involved with folk music all our adult lives. Although no longer active as a duo, recordings are still
available.
Early LPs include Clear Air Of The Day, To Friend And Foe, and Hieroglyphics.
Our collaboration with Ron Taylor and Sue Edwards (Burgess) in Regal Slip gave rise to the Bandstand album, available on these pages. Some notes have been updated to reflect new research.
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