LP - Topic 12TS 450 (UK, 1988)
CD - Topic TSCD 450 (UK, 1988)
CD - Shanachie SH 79069 (US, 1988)
the Shanachie edition has
Maddy Prior & June Tabor:
No More to the Dance
Maddy Prior - vocals|
June Tabor - vocals
Dar Ar Braz - guitars
Huw Warren - keyboards
Andrew Cronshaw - concertina, flutes, whistles,
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
Produced by Andrew Cronshaw|
Recorded at IdealSound (London)
Engineered by Andrew Cronshaw
L y r i c s
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
For when you took my gold and swore to follow me
O mother weep for your son
You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
Mothers sisters wives, weep for us
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,
Then went owre kynge, with alle his oste,
Than for sothe that knyyt comely
Ther dukys, and erlys, lorde and barone,
Noe gratious God he save owre kynge,
my mother does nothing but spin
They say I'm a pretty young girl
but the money comes slowly in
The doggie began to bark
Oh, must I die an old maid
My father's a hedger and ditcher
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,
Your dreams among my dreams
Morning to you, farming man,
Morning likewise, maiden and man,
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
Merry me hearts, merry me cocks, merry me sprites
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.
He is dead and gone, lady,
White his shroud as the mountain snow,
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?
What will we do if we marry a soldier?
What will we do if we have a young daughter?
What will we do if we have no money?
And who will take my place below?
Oh who will wheel this heavy pit
Oh who will ride the miner's train
Oh who will load this crate on top
Oh who will cry when the roof caves in
For forty years I've loved the mine
Somebody waits for me
Beyond these present storms that blow
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
Sometime when winds are still