LP - Chrysalis CHR 1101 (UK, 1976) LP - Shanachie 79040 (US) LP - Takoma 7077 (US) CD - Shanachie SH 79040 (US, 1990) CD - Chrysalis CCD 1101 (UK, 1991) CD - BGO Records BGOCD 214 (UK, 1994)	Maddy Prior & June Tabor: Silly Sisters Doffin' Mistress [2:11] Burning of Auchidoon [1:09] Lass Of Loch Royal [4:06] The Seven Joys Of Mary [3:18] My Husband's Got No Courage In Him [3:10] Singing The Travels [2:48] Silver Whistle [4:12] The Grey Funnel Line [3:04] Geordie [4:00] The Seven Wonders [4:33] Four Loom Weaver [2:37] The Game Of Cards [3:19]
musicians:	Maddy Prior - vocals June Tabor - vocal Martin Carthy - guitars, drum Nic Jones - fiddle, guitar Tony Hall - melodeon Andy Irvine - hurdy-gurdy, mandolins Johnny Moynihan - bouzouki, whistles Gabriel Mckeon - uillean pipes Danny Thompson - bass John Gillaspie - bassons, sopranino, bombard Brian Golbey - five-string fiddle
other credits:	Produced by Maddy Prior and Robin Black Engineered by Robin Black Photograpy by Mick Rock Sleeve design by Edward Baker

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Doffin' Mistress O do you know her, or do you not This new doffin' mistress we have got? Elsie Thompson it is her name And she helps her doffers at every frame. Ladli-right fol dol, Ladli-right fol day. On Monday morning when she comes in She hangs her coat on the highest pin Turns around for to view her frames Shouting, Damn you, doffers, tie up your ends Ladli-right fol dol, Ladli-right fol day. And when the boss he looks round the door Tie your ends up, doffers, he will roar, Tie our ends up we surely do For Elsie Thompson but not for you. Ladli-right fol dol, Ladli-right fol day. Yes, tie our ends up we surely do For Elsie Thompson but not for you. We'll tie our ends and we'll leave our frames And wait for Elsie to return again. Ladli-right fol dol, Ladli-right fol day. Burning Of Auchidoon As I came in by Fiddich side On a May morning I spied Willie Macintosh An hour before the dawning ``Turn again, him again Turn again I bid ye, If ye burn Auchidoon Huntly he will head ye'' ``Head me or hang me That will never fear me I will burn Auchidoon Ere the life leaves me'' As I came in by Fiddich side On a May morning Auchidoon was in a blaze An hour before the dawning Crawing, crawing For all your crowse crawing You've burnt your crops And tint your wings An hour before the dawning Lass of Loch Royal I am a King's daughter come straight from Cappoquin In search of Lord Gregory may God I'll find him The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still The babe is cold in my arms love, Lord Gregory let me in Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen He's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen Leave now these windows and likewise this hall For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall Do you remember love Gregory when we sat at the wine We exchanged rings and aye the best was mine Yours was the purest gold and mine but false tin Yours it cost a guinea love but aye 'twas false within Do you remember love Gregory that night in Cappoquin You stole away my maidenhead and sore against my will Now open these windows, open and let me in The rain rains on my good clothing and the dew stands on my chin I have built a bonny boat all covered with pearl At at every needle tack in there hangs a silver bell But I'll take down that mast of gold and set up a mast of tree For it does not suit a forsaken maid to sail so royally So I'll leave now these windows and likewise this hall And it's deep in the sea I will find my downfall The Seven Joys Of Mary The first good joy that Mary had It was the joy of one To see the blessed Jesus Christ When he was first her son When he was first her son good man And blessed may he be Both Father, Son and Holy Ghost To an eternity The next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of two To see her own son Jesus Christ To make the lame to go To make the lame to go good man And blessed may he be ... The next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of three To see her own son Jesus Christ To make the blind to see To make the blind to see good man ... The next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of four To see her own son Jesus Christ To read the bible o'er To read the bible o'er good man ... The next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of five To see her own son Jesus Christ To bring the dead alive To bring the dead alive good man ... The next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of six To see her own son Jesus Christ Upon the crucifix Upon the crucifix good man ... The last good joy that Mary had It was the joy of seven To see her own son Jesus Christ To wear the crown of heaven To wear the crown of heaven good man ... My Husband's Got No Courage... As I walked out one May morning To view the fields and the leaves a-springing I saw two maidens standing by And one of them their hair was wringing O hear o; o dear o; my husband's got no courage in him; o dear o All sort of vittals I did provide All sorts of meats that's fitting for him With oyster pie and rhubarb too But nothing will put courage in him ... My husband can dance and caper and sing Or do anything that is fitting for him But he cannot do the thing I want Because he has no courage in him ... My husband's admired wherever he goes And everyone looks well upon him With his handsome features and well-shaped leg But still he's got no courage in him ... Every night when I goes to bed I lie and throw my leg right o'er him And my hand I clap between his thighs But I can't put any courage in him ... Seven long years I've made his bed And every night I've laid beside him But this morning I rose with my maidenhead For still he's got no courage in him ... I wish my husband he was dead And in the grave I'd quickly lay him And then I'd try another one That's got a little courage in him ... Singing The Travels Well met, my brother dear, all along the highway riding So solemn I was walking along So pray come tell to me what calling yours may be And I'll have you for a servant man. Some serving men do eat the very best of meat Such as cock, goose, capon and swan But when lords and ladies dine, they drink strong beer, ale and wine That's some diet for a servant man. Don't you talk about your capons, let's have some rusty bacon And aye, a good piece of prickled pork That's always in my house, a crust of bread and cheese That's some diet for a husband man. When next to church they go with their livery fine and gay And their cocked hats and gold lace all around With their shirts as white as milk, and stitched as fine as silk That's some habit for a servant man. Don't you talk about your livery nor all your silken garments That's not fit for to travel the bushes in Give me a leather coat, aye, and in my purse a groat That's some habit for a husband man. So me must needs confess that your calling is the best And will give you the uppermost hand So now we won't delay but pray both day and night God bless the honest husband man. Silver Whistle O who will play the silver whistle When my king's son to sea is going? To Scotland prepares, prepares his coming Upon a large ship o'er the ocean The ship it has three masts of silver With ropes so light of french silk woven Upon each end are fixed golden pulleys To bring my king's son ashore and landed. When my king's son he comes back home No girdle scones will food be for him But loaves of bread, bread will be baking For Charles with blue eyes so enticing. O welcome to you, fame and honour Fiddles and choice tunes attend you I will be dancing, I will be singing And I will play the silver whistle. And I will play the silver whistle.

The Grey Funnel Line Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea The weary night never worries me But the hardest time in sailor's day Is to watch the sun as it dies away It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line. The finest ship that sailed the sea Is still a prison for the likes of me But give me wings like Noah's dove I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line. Of Lord if dreams were only real I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel And with all my heart I'd turn her round And tell the boys that we're homeward bound. It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line. I'll pass the time like some machine Until blue water turns to green Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more. And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more. Geordie There was a battle in the north And nobles they were many And they have killed Sir Charlie Hay And laid the blame on Geordie O he has written a long letter And sent it to his lady: ``You must come up to Edinburgh town To see what news of Geordie'' When first she looked the letter on She was both red and rosy She had not read a word but two When she grew pale as the lily ``Go fetch to me my good grey steed My men shall all go with me For I shall neither eat nor drink Till Edinburgh town shall see me'' Then she has mounted her good grey steed Her men they all went with her And she did neither eat nor drink Till Edinburgh town did see her And first appeared the fatal block And then the axe to head him And Geordie coming down the stair With bands of iron upon him Though he was chained in fetters strong Of iron and steel so heavy O not a one in all the court Was so fine a man as Geordie O she'd down on her bended knee I'm sure she's pale and weary ``O pardon, pardon noble kings, And give me back my dearie'' ``Go tell the heading man make haste'' Our king replies full lordly ``O noble king take all that's mine But give me back my Geordie'' The Gordons came and the Gordons ran And they were stark and steady And ay the word among them all Was Gordons keep you ready An aged lord at the king's right hand Says ``Noble kings, but hear me, Let her count out five thousand pounds And give her back her dearie'' Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns Some gave her dollars many She's counted out five thousand pounds And she's gotten again her dearie. She glanced blithe in her Geordie's face Say ``Dear I've bought thee Geordie; But the blood would have flowed upon the green Before I lost my laddie'' He clasped her by the middle small And he kissed her lips so rosy ``The fairest flower of women kind Is my sweet bonny lady'' The Seven Wonders I heard it said yesterday morning Tal-la ring ting ring tether-ring-to That a ship of lead swam o'er the ocean Tal-la ring ting ring tether-ring-to And a ship of cork sank to the bottom Tal-la ring ting ring tether-ring-to And that is one of the seven wonders Tal-la ring ting ring tether-ring-to I heard it said that the partridge ... On the shore was playing stool-ball ... And the balls were made of sand ... And that is two of the seven wonders ... The pruning hook out in the meadow ... By itself it was reaping ... And in a day it cut an acre ... And that is three of the seven wonders ... I heard it said there was a pig ... And on his cart he was loading bracken ... And the load he was making ready ... And that is four of the seven wonders ... I heard it said that in Llangollen ... That the moon was teaching reading ... And an excellent verse he gave there ... And that is five of the seven wonders ... I heard it said that on the rock ... That the dove she kept a tavern ... With its little cup to test the drink ... And that is six of the seven wonders ... I heard it said of the swallow on the sea ... That he was making an iron horseshoe ... With golden hammer and silver anvil ... And that's the last of the seven wonders ... Four Loom Weaver I'm a four-loom weaver as many a one knows I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none You'd scarce give me tuppence for all I've gotten on Old Billy O't Bent he kept telling me long We might have better times if I'd nobbut hold my tongue Well I've holden my tongue till I've near lost my breath And I feel in my own heart I'll soon clean to death I'm a four-loom weaver as many a one knows I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes Old Billy's all reet, he never were clemmed And he never picked ower in his life We held on for six weeks, thought each day were the last We've tarried and shifted till now we're quite fast We lived upon nettles while nettles were good And Waterloo porridge was the best of our food I'm a four-loom weaver as many a one knows I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes My clogs are both broken no looms to weave on And I've woven myself to far end The Game Of Cards As I was a-walking one midsummer's morning I heard the birds whistle and the nightingales play And there did I spy a beautiful maiden As I was a-walking all on the highway O where are you going, my fair pretty lady? O where are you going so early this morn? She said: I'm going down to visit my neighbours I'm going down to Warwick, the place I was born It's May I come with you, my sweet pretty darling? May I go along in your sweet companie? Then she turned her head and smiling all at me Saying: You may come with me, kind sir, if you please We hadn't been walking but a few miles together Before this young damsel began to show free She sat herself down, saying: Sit down beside me And the games we shall play shall be one, two and three I said: My dear lady, if you're fond of the gaming There's one game I know I would like you to learn The game it is called: The Game of All Fours So I took out my pack and began the first turn She cut the cards first and I fell a-dealing I dealt her a trump and myself the poor jack She led off her ace and stole my jack from me Saying: Jack is the card I like best in your pack Since I dealt them last time, it's your turn to shuffle And my turn to show the best card in the pack Once more she'd the ace and the deuce for to beat me Once again I had lost when I laid down poor jack So I took up my hat and I bid her: Good morning I said: You're the best that I know at this game She answered: Young man, if you'll come back tomorrow We'll play the game over and over again Dame Durdan Dame Durdan kept five servant maids To carry the milking pail She also kept five labouring men To use the spade and flail Chorus: Twas Moll and Bet and Doll and Kit And Dolly to drag her tail Twas Tom and Dick and Joe and Jack And Humphrey with his flail Then Tom kissed Molly and Dick kissed Betty And Joe kissed Dolly and Jack kissed Kitty And Humphrey with his flail And Kitty she was a charming girl To carry the milking pail Dame Durdan in the morn so soon She did begin to call To rouse her servants, maids and men She did begin to bawl Chorus Twas on the morn of Valentine When birds begin to prate Dame Durdan and her maids and men They all together meet Chorus: Twas Moll and Bet and Doll and Kit And Dolly to drag her tail Twas Tom and Dick and Joe and Jack And Humphrey with his flail Then Tom kissed Molly and Dick kissed Betty And Joe kissed Dolly and Jack kissed Kitty And Humphrey with his flail Kiss Dorothy Draggletail And Kitty she was a charming girl To carry the milking pail

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