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Martin Said
02:12
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Martin said to his man,
Martin said to his man,
Martin said to his man,
Fill the cup and I the can
Now as well drunken and who’s the fool now?
I saw a maid milk a man,
I saw a maid milk a man,
I saw a maid milk a man,
Lusty eyes, empty hands
Now as well drunken and who’s the fool now?
I saw man in the moon,
I saw man in the moon,
I saw man in the moon,
Dusting off the angels shoes
Now as well drunken and who’s the fool now?
She don’t know I’m drinking now,
She don’t know I let her down,
She don’t know I’m drinking now,
Don’t let my secret out
Now as well drunken and who’s the fool now?
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Bugbears
03:01
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Who would believe what strange bugbears,
Mankind creates itself of fears.
That spring like fern that insect weed,
Equivocally, without seed?
And have no possible foundation,
But merely in the imagination?
And yet can do more dreadful feats
Than hags, with all their imps and teats.
Make more bewitch and haunt themselves,
Than all their nurseries of elves.
For fear does things so like a witch,
Tis hard to unriddle which is which
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Sir Thomas Fairfax March
02:14
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Seven Months Married
02:50
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Seven months she’s been married and all to her grief
Seven months she’s been married but found no relief
Seven months she’s been married but still she’s a maid
Oh she’s ruined, she’s ruined, she’s ruined
Oh he comes to her bed almost every night,
He calls her his treacle, and holds her too tight.
The love that hangs on him like leaves on a tree,
Oh she’s ruined, she’s ruined, she’s ruined
Oh he brings her fine shoes with straps made of gold,
And we all told her twice that he is too old.
If she could do it again, she wouldn’t do it again,
Oh she’s ruined, she’s ruined she’s ruined.
Her father he gave her five acres of land,
Her mother she gave her eight hundred pounds.
But she will never more for the sake of a man,
Oh she’s ruined, she’s ruined she’s ruined.
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5. |
Hey Then Up We Go
02:21
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Know this my dear, that heaven is here and all the clouds have gone,
The righteous man shall flourish now, good days are coming on.
A time may come to make us rue and time may set us free,
Except the gallows, claim their due and hey then up go we.
We’ll pull down universities where learning is professed,
Because they practice and maintain the language of the beast.
We’ll drive the doctors out of doors and all that learned be,
We’ll cry all arts and learning down and hey then up go we.
The name of lords shall be abhorred, because every man’s a brother,
No reason why in church and state one man should rule another.
But when the change of government shall set our fingers free,
We’ll make those wanton sisters stoop and hey then up go we.
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The Owl
02:17
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7. |
The Contented
03:40
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Why should any man complain disturb his heart and brain at this new alteration,
This being done’s no more then that’s been done before,
And shall be done again, as long as there’s ambitious men,
Who strive for domination.
So we must indeed be made a starveling steed,
For all in turn who will ride us,
No matter who you pick, both ride with spur and switch,
For they’ll not feed nor guide us.
The wit which roots all things, pulls down and sets up kings,
Will not presume to judge them.
We stay fast at home, and heaven help the slack brained mome.
That thinks with right to gain his own,
And from his living quickly thrown,
And was a fool to oppose them
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8. |
Impossibilities
04:55
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When sorcerers do leave their charm,
And spiders do the fly no harm.
And when the blackbird leaves to sing,
And likewise serpents for to sting.
And what is worse has turned to best,
And crabs with swallows build their nests?
And little bees shall castles bear,
And fly so with them through the air.
Then you may say aye and not ‘til then,
The world is full of honest men.
The you may say, aye and justly too
The old world now is turned anew
When snow falls back and crows be white,
And all things that are wrong turn right.
When men with pearl do fatten hogs,
And mewing cats do menace dogs.
Where water burns and fire doth freeze,
And oysters grow as fruit on trees.
When darkness doth outshine the light,
And snails surpass the arrow’s flight.
Then you may say aye and not ‘til then,
The world is full of honest men.
The you may say, aye and justly too
The old world now is turned anew
When Lucifer an angel turns,
And when in hell no fire burns.
When men are prone to such good will,
That they to no-one will do ill.
When Westminster doth eastward stand,
And touches neither sea nor land.
And wherein you cannot see,
A lawyer that will take his fee.
Then you may say aye and not ‘til then,
The world is full of honest men.
The you may say, aye and justly too
The old world now is turned anew.
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9. |
Babylon Has Fallen
02:45
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Hail the day so long expected,
Hail the year of full release.
Zion's walls are now erected,
And her watchmen publish peace.
Through our Shiloh's wide dominion,
Hear the trumpet loudly roar,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
Babylon is fallen, fallen, fallen
Babylon is fallen, to rise no more.
All her merchants stand with wonder,
What is this that comes to pass:
Murm'ring like the distant thunder,
Crying, "Oh alas, alas",
Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor;
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion,
Christ shall come a second time;
Ruling with a rod of iron
All who now as foes combine.
Babel's garments we've rejected,
And our fellowship is o'er,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
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10. |
I Live Not Where I Love
03:56
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You soldiers all that now are parted,
From your true loves many a mile.
That like me lie heavy hearted,
Rest with me and talk awhile.
Of the brightness sun and summer,
When we two, our love did prove
That some cheer I may discover,
Though I live not wear I love
In my sleep though yet when waking,
Can I take a moments rest.
But beware the fates for making,
Love to stand so stern a test.
Yet the token we divided,
Through dark or day, I’ll never remove.
Sustains my heart though comrades chided,
While I live not where I love.
The birds shall leave their airy region,
And fishes in the air shall fly.
The world shall be of one religion,
All living things shall cease to die.
The sea shall dry and stars extinguish,
Before that I disloyal prove.
Or for a moment’s hope I relinquish,
Though I live not where I love.
So though upon a darkened field,
Of a far country now I lie.
And though the march seems ever onward,
Yet one day for peace I’ll cry.
For Joy as homeward, I’ll be flying,
To her warm arms my pain to soothe.
And joined in love with joy loud crying,
The will I live where I love.
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11. |
Bold Astrolger
03:23
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It’s of a bold astrologer in London town did dwell,
At telling maidens fortunes, there’s none could him excel.
There was a nice young serving girl, living there close by,
She came one day to the astrologer just to have a try.
I hear that you tell fortunes sir, would you tell me mine said she.
Of course my dear without a doubt, if you’ll walk upstairs with me.
To walk upstairs with you kind sir, I’m sure I am afraid.
She spoke it with such modesty, as though she were a maid.
To walk upstairs with me my dear you need not be afraid,
Knowing it was but the other day you with your master laid,
Then she starts to curse and swear, she would her master bring,
As witness for both him and hear that it was no such thing.
My pretty maid don’t swear and curse, you’ll make the deed the worse,
For the crown piece that he gave to you, you’ve got it in your purse.
Oh indeed you can tell fortunes sir, you’ve told me mine said she,
And out she pulled the crown piece, good morning sir said she.
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12. |
Old England Grown New
02:33
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Where are your old soldiers with slashes and scars,
That never used drinking in no time of wars.
Nor shedding of blood in mad drunken jars
And is not Old England grown new
Where are your old swords, your bills and your bows,
Your bucklers and targets that never feared blows,
They are turned to stilettos and other fare shows.
And is not Old England grown new.
We have new fashioned beards and new fashioned locks,
And new fashioned hats for our new painted blocks.
And more new diseases besides the French Pox,
And is not Old England grown new.
New trickings new goings new measures new paces,
New fashions new riches new power in new places.
Puts old sneers and old scorn on a set of new faces
And is not old England grown new?
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