LP - Topic 12TS 450 (UK, 1988) CD - Topic TSCD 450 (UK, 1988) CD - Shanachie SH 79069 (US, 1988) the Shanachie edition has a different track order * bonus track from CD reissue	Maddy Prior & June Tabor: No More to the Dance Blood and Gold / Mohacs [3:47] (Irvine/Cassidy) / (Braz) Cakes and Ale [1:54] (Henry Purcell) Fine Horseman [4:49] (Lal Waterson) How Shall I Your True Love Know [3:17] (trad. from Hamlet) Hedger And Ditcher [2:40] (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) Agincourt Carol / La Route au Beziers [4:30] (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) / (Braz) The Barring of the Door [3:27] (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) What Will We Do? [1:58]> (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) Almost Every Circumstance [2:46] (Colm Sands) The Old Miner [6:11] (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) Rosie Anderson* [8:18] (trad. arr. Tabor) Somewhere Along The Road* [3:20] (Rick Kemp)
musicians:	Maddy Prior - vocals June Tabor - vocals Dar Ar Braz - guitars Huw Warren - keyboards Andrew Cronshaw - concertina, flutes, whistles,     bombarde Nigel Eaton - hurdy-gurdy Jim Sutherland - percussion Patsy Seddon - clarsachs, camac electro-harp Rick Kemp - bass Mark Emerson - violin Paul James - sax soprano, half-long bagpipes Bernard O'Neill - cello Mary MacMaster - clarsachs
other credits:	Produced by Andrew Cronshaw Recorded at IdealSound (London) Engineered by Andrew Cronshaw

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Blood And Gold / Mohacs On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads Out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go O lads of mine weep no more You are gone to kill and die For when you took my gold and swore to follow me You sold away your lives and your liberty No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand O mother weep for your son He is gone to kill and die You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword You'll all go in the fire there'll be no hiding place O mother hear the drumbeat in the village square O mother that drums for me to go for a soldier there Mothers sisters wives, weep for us Marked as Cain we lie alone Agincourt Carol Owre kynge went forth to Normandy, With grace and myyt of chivalry; The God for hym wrouyt marvelously, Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cry Chorus: Deo gratias Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria. He sette a sege, the sothe for to say, To Harflue toune with ryal aray; That toune he wan, and made a fray, That Fraunce shall rywe tyl domes day. Chorus Then went owre kynge, with alle his oste, Thorowe Fraunce for all the Frenshe boste; He spared 'for' drede of leste, ne most, Tyl he come to Agincourt coste. Chorus Than for sothe that knyyt comely In Agincourt feld he fauyt manly Thorow grace of God most myyty He had bothe the felde, and the victory Chorus Ther dukys, and erlys, lorde and barone, Were take, and slayne, and that wel sone, And some were ledde in to Lundone With joye, and merthe, and grete renone Chorus Noe gratious God he save owre kynge, His peple, and all his wel wyllynge, Gef him gode lyfe, and gode endynge, That we with merth mowe savely syng Chorus Hedger And Ditcher My father's a hedger and ditcher my mother does nothing but spin They say I'm a pretty young girl but the money comes slowly in Chorus: Oh dear, what shall become of me Oh dear, what shall I do There's nobody coming to marry me Nobody coming to woo The doggie began to bark and I looked out to see I saw two young men out a-hunting but nobody's hunting for me Chorus: Oh, must I die an old maid Oh dear, how shocking the thought There's nobody coming to marry me Surely it's not me own fault My father's a hedger and ditcher my mother does nothing but spin They say I'm a pretty young girl but the money comes slowly in Chorus Fine Horseman Sleeping in my bed, Strange thoughts running through my head. I dreamed you were Playing with my hair. Fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman. Rain falls and the wind roars, All the folks are indoors. We came through a ford Riding over the moors. Fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman. Your dreams among my dreams Blue seas amongst sunbeams; Shades of yellow, shades of green These are your dreams among my dreams Fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman. Morning to you, farming man, Here's to your heart, your family and land. I'll pay down a ring and a golden band On a field for a ride around Fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman. Morning likewise, maiden and man, My family's dead, my heart is in the ground. I have no land This is no time for a farming man Nor a fine flying sparrow, fine fine horseman.

Cakes And Ale I gave her cakes and I gave her ale I gave her sack and cherry I kissed her once and I kissed her twice And we were wanderers merry I gave her beads and bracelets fine And I gave her gold down derry I thought she was a-feared when she struck my beard And we were wanderers merry Merry me hearts, merry me cocks, merry me sprites Merry, merry, merry, merry, merry me hay down derry I kissed her once and I kissed her twice And we were wanderers merry How Shall I Your True Love Know How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff And his sandal shoon. He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers. Which bewept to the grave did not go With true-love showers. What Will We Do? What will we do if we have no money? Oh true lovers, what will we do then? I will hall through the town for a hungry crown And we'll yodel it over again What will we do if we marry a tinker? Oh true lovers, what will we do then? I will sell a tin can and walk on with me man And we'll yodel it over again What will we do if we marry a soldier? Oh true lovers, what will we do then ? All me handle is gone and I will fight for the fun And we'll yodel it over again What will we do if we have a young daughter? Oh true lovers, what will we do then? I will take her in hand and we'll walk on with me man And we'll yodel it over again What will we do if we have no money? Oh true lovers, what will we do then? I will hall through the town for a hungry crown And we'll yodel it over again The Old Miner Oh who'll replace this old miner And who will take my place below? Oh who will wheel this heavy pit That I did wheel for forty years And who will hew the black black coal Oh dear God, when I'm gone? Oh who will ride the miner's train That takes him to the dark old place Who'll take my place upon that train Oh dear God, when I'm gone? Oh who will load this crate on top And who will strain his bending back And who will work sweat and ache like hell Oh dear God, when I go? Oh who will cry when the roof caves in When friends are lying all around And who will sing the miner's hymn Oh dear God, when I go? For forty years I've loved the mine For forty years I've worked down there Now who'll replace this old miner When I've paid, God, my fare? Somewhere Along The Road Somewhere along the road Somebody waits for me Beyond these present storms that blow Waiting patiently No secrets held in an open heart A spirit that soars over mountains Somewhere along the road Somebody waits for me Somehow a guiding light Always shows the way To those that lose their way by night Searching for the day A day away from happiness Tomorrow will be a new sunrise Somewhere along the road Somebody waits for me Sometime when winds are still Unexpectedly Perhaps beyond this silent hill A voice will call to me Raise your eyes to see my world Raise your voice and sing out Somewhere along the road Somebody waits for me

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