D I S C O G R A P H Y
 'No More to the Dance' cover
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

 'No More to the Dance' cover






* bonus track from
CD reissue

Maddy Prior & June Tabor:
No More to the Dance
  1. Blood and Gold / Mohacs [3:47]
    (Irvine/Cassidy) / (Braz)
  2. Cakes and Ale [1:54]
    (Henry Purcell)
  3. Fine Horseman [4:49]
    (Lal Waterson)
  4. How Shall I Your True Love Know [3:17]
    (trad. from Hamlet)
  5. Hedger And Ditcher [2:40]
    (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor)
  6. Agincourt Carol / La Route au Beziers [4:30]
    (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor) / (Braz)
  7. The Barring of the Door [3:27]
    (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor)
  8. What Will We Do? [1:58]>
    (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor)
  9. Almost Every Circumstance [2:46]
    (Colm Sands)
  10. The Old Miner [6:11]
    (trad. arr. Prior/Tabor)
  11. Rosie Anderson* [8:18]
    (trad. arr. Tabor)
  12. 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


L y r i c s

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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