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Down to the wasteland boys, it's not like we have a choice
Raise your hand and raise your voice,
Down to the wasteland.
And then dredged in muddy water, they trekked across the plains,
To find where they needed to be, by the wasteland, to be free.
They picked up their tools and began the deed to clear the velvet waters of the sludge beneath.
Seventeen men, only two emerged, the sludge became too much as they fought against the power of the current.
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Well how do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And I'll rest here a while in the warm summer sun?
I've been walkin' all day lord, and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
And I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean,
Or William McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did the rifles fire over as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing The Last Post in?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you always 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown, leather frame
Did they beat the drum slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did the rifles fire over as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing The Last Post in?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
And I can't help but wonder, now William McBride,
Do all those who lie here, know why they died?
The suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For William McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again,
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A5199
05:24
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My love she has a traffic light, she goes from stop to go,
She goes from yes to no but I don't mind,
I will wait for many days to see if I'm let in
To the road her heart lies in beyond the signs
A road a road that many cars they roll and leave her tyre track scars,
She's a busy street in rush hour,
But when that green light starts to glow I'll be ready and I'll know
That she'll be mine again for a little while
My love she has a traffic light, she goes from stop to go,
She goes from yes to no but I don't mind,
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey oh
My love she is a pre-release, a not yet sold out treasure
But when in time that she comes out I'll buy her love forever,
I'll get a shop on Oxford street and make her a bestseller
To show her how she's beautiful and bonny,
But when that green light starts to glow I'll be ready and I'll know
That she'll be mine again for a little while
My love she has a traffic light, she goes from stop to go,
She goes from yes to no but I don't mind,
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey oh
My love she is a wedding dress, she's waiting in the cupboard
Until that one most precious day she finds a girl to love her,
But when that green light starts to glow I'll be ready and I'll know
That she'll be mine again for a little while
My love she has a traffic light, she goes from stop to go,
She goes from yes to no but I don't mind,
My love she has a traffic light, she goes from stop to go,
She goes from yes to no but I don't mind,
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey
I will bide my time, oh honey hey honey
Please do take your time, oh honey hey honey oh
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One snowy morning I saw something quite unusual sat at my door,
Frosted wings the poor little starling shivered and waited for destiny more,
Oh and when the sunlight comes he'll be leaving
'Til then I'll cover up his heart,
Safe til the sun appears he'll be waiting
This cold morning
Wrapped up in woollen scarves of mine he seemed contented to make it through the night,
I'll let him be, warming up nicely he makes not a sound but a gentle breathing,
Maybe now this little thing so deceiving
Learnt how to weave inside my heart,
Safe 'til the sun appears he'll be waiting
This cold morning
This little starling wandered far, I know his history's calling,
He is the son of a noble old sailor cursed by a daydreamer who thought him a dove,
When not a dove he found he did quarrel
Drunk in Mountsorrel with dangerous power,
Curse on his family who should know better
Than to cross paths with a drunken sorcerer,
Than to cross paths with a drunken
One snowy morning I saw something quite unusual sat at my door,
Frosted wings the poor little starling shivered and waited for destiny more,
Oh and when the sunlight comes he'll be leaving
'Til then I'll cover up his heart,
Safe til the sun appears he'll be waiting
This cold morning
Oh and when the sunlight comes he'll be leaving
'Til then I'll cover up his heart,
Safe til the sun appears he'll be waiting
This cold morning
When not a dove he found he did quarrel
Drunk in Mountsorrel with dangerous power,
Curse on his family who should know better
Than to cross paths with a drunken sorcerer,
Than to cross paths with a drunken
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1864
05:21
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Behold a sad and wretched man on Springfield gallows high,
A murder I did on Chadwell Heath and for the same I die,
It was there I killed Amelia Blunt, she would not lie with me,
My life a forfeit I must pay alas on Springfield's tree,
She once lived with me as my wife but I ill-used her so,
She told me she would never live with me forever more,
Then I resolved to murder her, went with a knife in hand
And killed her so she should not be with any other man,
On Chadwell Heath I did kill her, left her in her own gore,
On the 24th day of September, 18 hundred and 64
On Chadwell Heath near Romford, where they were respected well,
She was short to be married to James Warren who did dwell,
But Warne was filled with jealousy and vowed he'd take her life,
He determined was she should not be on earth another man's wife,
Poor old Warren went to get his beer, and while that he was gone,
The murderer went unto the house where this sad deed was done,
And were he killed Amelia Blunt, no help or aid was nigh,
And on the gallows Francis Warne a murderer must die,
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Coarse
02:18
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Lost in the dark, hard of heart,
You fly, you try, you cry out for home,
For home,
Don't forget, they're not done with you yet,
They might let you try to fly when you cry out for home,
For home,
Watering holes aren't shut off for the lying,
You won't say they're sick but you will say they're dying,
Make my resting place make it in their memories,
Their memory,
The fresher the food the harder to borrow,
The money they need to last 'til tomorrow,
Make my resting place make it in their memories,
Their memory,
Watering holes aren't shut off for the lying,
You won't say they're sick but you will say they're dying,
Make my resting place make it in their memories,
Their memory,
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Reynardine
04:08
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One evening as I rambled among the spring thyme
I met a farmer's daughter all on the mountains high.
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, her lips as red as wine,
And on this lonesome mountain me sly bold Reynardine.
She said, “Young man, be civil, my company forsake,
For it's to my good opinion I fear you are some rake.
"If my parents they should come to know, my life they would destroy,
For keeping of your company all on the mountains high."
“Oh no, I am no rake brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm searching for concealment all from the judge's men
Your beauty so enticed me, I could not pass you by,
But it's with my gun I'll guard you all on the mountains high.”
Her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips they lost their former dye,
As she fell into his arms there all on the mountain high.
They had not kissed but once or twice when she came to again
And most modestly she asked him oh pray tell to me your name.
“Well, if by chance you look for me, by chance you'll not me find.
I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.”
Sun and dark she followed him, his teeth did brightly shine,
And he led her over the mountains, that sly bold Reynardine.
So come all you pretty maidens, this warning take by me,
Never go a-rambling in gruesome company,
For if you don't you'll surely rue that day until you die,
You followed over the mountains that sly bold Reynardine
But I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.
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Brisbane
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She went walking to Harborough Square
To view the leaves on the trees that grew there,
But all that she saw was a man past his prime
Who smiled and said something
That seemed like poetry,
But knowing the area,
Probably something caught on his tongue
And ran away prancing, his memory romancing
For at least seven hours,
And it's almost as if the world that she lived in
Wasn't as normal as mid-morning porridge
And it's almost as if the flowers kept blooming
Despite the clear lack of the rain
Wild in the evening the night patrol walks
In absolute symmetry with guns dressed as hawks,
But the green line slips slowly from lifeless remarks
To the richest of the lawful,
And withered be weary when sun starts to rise,
Piercing the echoes that hide in their eyes,
Did nobody tell you that life's the demise
At Harborough Square
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The Gallant Hussar
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A damsel possessed of great beauty,
As she stood at her own father's gate
Where the gallant hussars were on duty;
To view them this maiden did wait.
Their horses stood cap'ring and prancing,
Their accoutrements shone like a star.
And as they stood nearer advancing,
Young Jane spied her gallant hussar
With their pelisses hung o'er their shoulders,
How careless they seemed for to ride.
And warlike appeared this young soldier
With his glittering sword by his side.
To the barracks next morning so early
This damsel she went in a car,
Because she loved him so dearly
Young Edward, the gallant hussar.
Oh, as she conversed with the soldiers,
These words she was heard for to say,
“Oh I've a heart no one bolder,
To follow my laddie away.”
“Well come, come,” says Edward, ”be steady
And think of the dangers of war.
For when the trumpet sounds I must be ready,
Oh wed not the gallant Hussar.”
“Your parents, you're bound for to mind them
Or else you are for ever undone.
They will leave you no portion behind them,
So I pray you my company shun.”
Says she, “If you will be true-hearted
I have gold at my uncle's in store.
And from now we no more will be parted,
I will wed with my gallant Hussar.”
As he gazed on her beautiful features
Oh, the tears they did fall from each eye.
“I will wed with this beautiful creature
And shun cruel wars,” he did cry.
So now they're united together,
And think of them where they're afar,
And God bless them now and for ever,
Young Jane and her gallant Hussar.
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Nelly Was A Lady
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Down on the Mississippi floating,
Long time I travel on the way,
All night the cottonwood a-toting,
Sing for my true love all the day.
Nelly was a lady,
Last night she died,
Toll the bell for lovely Nell,
My dark Virginny bride.
Down in the meadow, 'mong the clover,
I walked with my Nelly by my side;
Now all those happy days are over,
Farewell, my dark Virginny bride.
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Three Score Ten
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Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails a-lee
As down the Humber they do glide all bound for the Northern Sea.
Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave.
And it's three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town.
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned.
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well,
They long did fight that bitter night and battled with the swell.
Methinks I see them yet again as they leave the land behind
Casting their nets into the sea, the fishing shoals to find.
Methinks I see them yet again and all on board's all right,
With the sails close reefed and the decks cleared up and the sidelights burning bright.
October's night left such a sight, was never seen before:
There was masts and spars and broken yards came floating to the shore.
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave.
There was many a hearty fisher lad did find a watery grave.
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Helen Rupp-Henshaw Leeds, UK
Helen Rupp is a prolific Singer-Songwriter, Multi-Instrumentalist and Young Composer from Leicester.
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