LP - Teepee TPR 102 (UK, 1968) LP - Ad Rhythm ARPS 3 (UK) LP - Mooncrest CREST 23 (UK) CD - Mooncrest CRESTCD 006 (UK, 1991)	Tim Hart & Maddy Prior: Folk Songs of Olde England Vol. 1 Lish Young Buy-a-Broom Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy Maid That's Deep In Love The Rambling Sailor Bruton Town Farewell Nancy The Dalesman's Litany The Brisk Butcher The Stately Southerner Who's The Fool Now A Wager A Wager Babes In The Wood Adam And Eve
	All titles trad. arrang. by Tim Hart
musicians:	Maddy Prior - vocals Tim Hart - vocals, guitar, banjo
other credits:	Produced by Tony Pike

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L y r i c s

Lish Young Buy-a-Broom As I was a-traveling in the North Country Down by Kirby Stephen I happened for to be As I was a-walking up and down the street A pretty little buy-a-broom I chanced for to meet Chorus: And she was right, I was tight Everybody has her way It was the lish young buy-a-broom That led me astray She kindly then invited me to go along the way ``Yes'' was the answer to her that I did say There was me with my music walking down the street And her with her tambourine was beating hands and feet Chorus Straightway for Kendal we steered, her and I Over yon white mountain, the weather it was grey We each had a bottle filled up to the top And whenever we were feeling dry, we took a little drop Chorus With night a-coming on, good lodgings we did find Eatables of all sorts and plenty of good wine Good bed and blankets just for we two And I rolled her in his arms, my boys, and wouldn't you do, to? Chorus Then early the next morning we rose to go away I called to the landlord to see what was to pay Fourteen and sixpence, just for you two And a fiver on the table oh my darling then she threw Chorus Now the reason that we parted, I now will let you hear She started off for Germany right early the next year And me not being willing to cross the raging sea Here's a health to my buy-a-broom, wherever she may be Chorus Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy Adieu, sweet lovely Nancy, ten thousand times adieu, I am going across the ocean, love, to seek for something new. Come change your ring with me, dear girl, Come change your ring with me, For it might be a token of true love while I am on the sea. And when I'm far upon the sea you'll know not where I am. Kind letters I will write to you from every foreign land. The secrets of your heart, dear girl, Are the best of my good will, So let your body be where it might, my heart will be with you still. There's a heavy storm arising, see how it gathers round, While we poor souls on the ocean wide are fighting for the crown. There's nothing to protect us, love, Or keep us from the cold, On the ocean wide, where we must fight like jolly seamen bold. There's tinkers, tailors, shoemakers, lie snoring fast asleep, While we poor souls on the ocean wide are plowing through the deep. Our officers commanded us, And them we must obey, Expecting every moment for to get cast away. But when the wars are over, there'll be peace on every shore, We'll return to our wives and our families, and the girls that we adore. We'll drink out liquor merrily, And spend our money free, And when the money is all gone - we'll boldly go to sea. Maid That's Deep In Love I am a maid that's deep in love but yes I can complain I have in this world but one true love and Jimmy is his name And if I do not find my love I'll mourn most constantly And I'll find and follow Jimmy to the lands of liberty Then I'll cut off my yellow locks, men's clothing I'll wear on I'll sign to a bold sea captain, my passage I'll work free And I'll find and follow Jimmy to the lands of liberty One night all on the raging seas as we were going to bed The captain cried ``Farewell my boy, I wish you were a maid Your rosy cheeks and ruby lips they are enticing me And I wish to God with all my heart, a maid you were to me'' ``Then hold your tongue, dear captain, such talk is all in vain And if the sailors find it out, they'd laugh and make much game For when we reach Columbia shore some prettier girls you'll find And you'll laugh and sing and court with them, for courting you are inclined'' Well it was no three days after our ship it reached the shore ``Bid adieu my loving captain, adieu for ever more For once I was a sailor on sea but now I am a maid on shore So I bid adieu to you and all your crew, with you I'll sail no more'' ``Come back, come back, my own pretty maid, come back and marry me I have three thousand pounds in gold and that I'll give to thee So come back, come back, my own pretty maid, come back and marry me'' Bruton Town In Bruton town there lived a farmer, Who had two sons and one daughter dear. By day and night they were conspiring To fill their parents' heart with fear. He told his secrets to no other, But to her brother this he said: ``I think our servant courts our sister. I think they have a mind to wed. I'll put an end to all their courtship. I'll send him silent to his grave.'' They asked him then to go a-hunting, Without any fear or strife, But these two bold and wicked villains, They took away this young man's life. And in the ditch there was no water, Where only bush and briars grew. They could not hide the blood of slaughter, So in the ditch his body they threw. When they returned home from hunting, She asked them for her servant-man. ``I ask because I see you whisper, So brothers tell me if you can.'' ``Sister, sister, you do offend me, Because you so examine me. We've lost him when we've been a-hunting. No more of him we could not see.'' As she lay dreaming on her pillow, She thought she saw her heart's delight; By her bed side as she lay weeping, He was dressed all in his bloody coat. ``Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel, Don't weep for me nor care nor pine, For your two brothers killed me cruel In such a place you may me find.'' So she rose early the next morning, With heavy sigh and bitter groan, The only love that she admired, She found in the ditch where he was thrown. Three days and nights she did sit by him, Till her poor heart was filled with woe, Then cruel hunger came upon her, And to her home she had to go. When she returned to her brothers: ``Sister, what makes you look so thin?'' ``Brother, don't you ask the reason of me, Oh, for his sake you shall be hung!''

The Dalesman's Litany It's hard when folks can't find their work Where they've been bred and born When I was young I always thought I'd bide amidst fruits and corn But I've been forced to work in towns So here's my litany From Hull and Halifax and Hell Good Lord deliver me When I was courting Mary Jane The old Squire he says to me I've got no rooms for wedded folks Choose whether to go or to stay I could not give up the girl I loved So to town I was forced to flee From Hull and Halifax and Hell Good Lord deliver me I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield And on some honest brass In Bradford, Keighley, Rotterham I've kept my bairns and lass I've travelled all three Ridings round And once I went to sea From forges, mills and coaling boats Good Lord deliver me I've walked at night through Sheffield lanes T'was just like being in Hell Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire And roared like the wind on the fell I've shovelled coals in Barnsley pits With muck up to my knee From Barnsley, Sheffield, Rotterham Good Lord deliver me I've seen fog creep across Leeds bridge As thick as the Bastille soup I've lived where folks were stowed away Like rabbits in a coop And I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck As black as ebony From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsley Slack Good Lord deliver me But now that all our children have gone To the country we've come back There's forty miles of heathery moor 'Twixt us and the coal pits slack And as I sit by the fire at night I laugh and shout with glee From Hull and Halifax and Hell The Good Lord delivered me. The Brisk Butcher It's of a brisk young butcher as I have heard them say He started out of London town all on a certain day Says he ``A frolic I will have, my fortune for to try I will go into Leicestershire some cattle for to buy'' When he arrived at Leicester town he came into an inn He called for an hostler and boldly he walked in He called for liquor of the best, he being a roving blade And quickly fixed his eyes upon the lovely chambermaid When she took up a candle to light him up to bed And when she came into the room, these words to her he said: ``One sovereign I will give to you all to enjoy your charms'' And this fair maid all night to sleep all in the butcher's arms 'Twas early the next morning he prepared to go away The landlord said ``Your reckoning, sir, you have forgot to pay'' ``Oh no'', the butcher did reply ``pray do not think it strange One sovereign I gave your maid and I haven't got the change'' They straight way called the chambermaid and charged her with the same The golden sovereign she laid down, prepared she'd get the blame The butcher then went home, well pleased with what was passed And soon this pretty chambermaid grew thick about the waist 'Twas in a twelve months after he came to town again And then as he had done before he stopped at that same inn 'Twas then the buxom chambermaid she chanced him for to see She brought a babe just three months old and placed him on his knee The butcher sat like one amazed and at the child did stare But when the joke he did find out, how he did stamp and swear She said ``Kind sir, it is your own, pray do not think it strange One sovereign you gave to me and here I've brought your change'' So come all you brisk and lively blades I pray be ruled by me Look well into your bargains before your money pay Or soon perhaps your folly will give you cause to range If ever you sport with pretty maids be sure to get your change Who's The Fool Now Oh, Martin said to his man, fie, man, fie Martin said to his man, who's the fool, now Oh, Martin said to his man, fill thou the cup and I the can Thou hast well drunken man, who's the fool now I saw the man in the moon, fie, man, fie I saw the man in the moon, who's the fool, now I saw the man in the moon, Clouting of St. Peter's shoon Thou hast well drunken, man, who's the fool, now I saw the hare chase the hound, fie, man, fie I saw the hare chase the hound, who's the fool, now I saw the hare chase the hound, twenty miles above the ground Thou hast well drunken, man, who's the fool, now I saw a mouse chase the cat, fie, man, fie I saw a mouse chase the cat, who's the fool now I saw a mouse chase the cat, saw the cheese eat the rat Thou hast well drunken, man, who's the fool now Oh, Martin said to his man, fie, man, fie Martin said to his man, who's the fool, now Oh, Martin said to his man, fill thou the cup and I the can Thou hast well drunken man, who's the fool now Adam And Eve Adam and Eve could never believe that Peter the miller was dead Shut up in a tower for stealing a flower And never could get a reprieve And never could get a reprieve They bored a hole in Oliver's nose and pulled therein a string And drew him around about the town For murdering Charles our King For murdering Charles our King Adam and Eve could never believe that Peter the miller was dead Shut up in a tower for stealing a flower And never could get a reprieve And never could get a reprieve

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