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The Ellan Vannin Tragedy
04:11
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Snaefell, Tynwald, Ben My Chree
Fourteen ships had sailed the sea
Proudly bearing a Manx name
But there's one will never again
Oh Ellan Vannin, of the Isle of Man Company
Oh Ellan Vannin, lost in the Irish Sea
At one a.m. in Ramsey bay
Captain Teare was heard to say
"Our contract said deliver the mail
In this rough weather we must not fail"
Oh Ellan Vannin, of the Isle of Man Company
Oh Ellan Vannin, lost in the Irish Sea
With a crew of twenty-one Manxmen
Her passengers Liverpool businessmen
Farewell Mona's Isle farewell
This little ship was bound for hell
Oh Ellan Vannin, of the Isle of Man Company
Oh Ellan Vannin, lost in the Irish Sea
Less than a mile from the Bar lightship
By a mighty wave Ellan Vannin was hit
She sank in the waters of Liverpool Bay
There she lies until this day
Oh Ellan Vannin, of the Isle of Man Company
Oh Ellan Vannin, lost in the Irish Sea
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2. |
Bedlam Boys
02:24
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To see Mad Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I've travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, just to save her shoes from gravel
And still I'll sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air,
And they want no drink or no money.
No gypsy lass no doxy, can take my Mad Tom from me.
I'll dance all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray it shall become me.
And still I'll sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air,
And they want no drink or no money.
So drink to Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I've travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, just to save her shoes from gravel
And still I'll sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air,
And they want no drink or no money.
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Waiting in line for the rain gathering pieces of blue
Frightened of cars and there’s too many stars
And I’m counting my footsteps to you
Somebody loved me ok I’m searching my mind to find who
So send me to bed if I lied when I said
That I’d always remember you
Mary I don’t know my age anymore
My Mother just said I’m a hundred and four
Listen to me, leave me alone
Mary I can’t find my way back home
Everything’s in the wrong place everything’s broken in two
I’ll start the repair when I find out just where
And I’m counting my footsteps to you
This place is just like a hotel or a prison sometimes I’m not sure
For my postal address try ‘Just Sleeping’ I guess
Or the weeping behind any door
Mary I’m lost and there’s enemies near
Speaking in voices I don’t want to hear
Listen to me, leave me alone
Mary I can’t find my way back home
I’ve come here from so far away and my poor brain is broken in two
But the scent of your hair sometimes hangs in the air
And I’m counting my footsteps to you
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Ghosts of Lulworth
03:53
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This land on which I stand has changed but little over time,
It's feet are planted in the sand, it's head is crowned in sky,
So as I come to take my leave, a tear comes to my eye,
But through the mist the Ghosts appear, of farewells from times gone by
Goodbye to Lulworth Cove farewell,
Farewell St Oswald Bay
And hand in hand
I'll take my place with the ghosts who've passed this way.
Sweet Grace she stands upon the shore to wave her love to sea,
Before he left he pledged his heart, one day his wife she'll be,
Until that day she'll watch and wait, with a heart as strong as gold,
She'll hold his love inside her heart, 'til once more his hand she'll hold.
Goodbye to Lulworth Cove farewell
Farewell St Oswald Bay
And hand in hand
I'll take my place with the ghosts who've passed this way.
Mathilde she lays upon the downs, she's breathing in the sun,
Her freedom here at last she'll find, her new life has begun,
No looking back to time gone by, she'll take the ship this night
And sail away from Bindon Down, sweet freedom in her sight.
Goodbye to Lulworth Cove farewell
Farewell St Oswald Bay
And hand in hand
I'll take my place with the ghosts who've passed this way.
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Haul Away Hallsands
04:51
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For three hundred years we lived and worked the sea,
And we built our homes together by
the sea,
We lived worked and we played and right here we should have stayed.
The greed of one man, he stole it all away.
In the name of progress he dredged away the sand,
to build the docks on Devonport land,
No one asked us if we cared, the poor can always be spared,
He came to Hallsands to haul away the sand.
Haul away Hallsands bay,
When I leave this earth all trace will pass away,
Sing this song keep the memory strong,
Lest they should try again to wash our dreams away,
For many years they scoured the very sea bed,
'Till the sight of boats it filled our hearts with dread,
The beach receded to the wall then our homes began to fall,
Time was ticking for Hallsands Bay,
Haul away Hallsands bay,
When I leave this earth all trace will pass away,
Sing this song keep the memory strong,
Lest they should try again to wash our dreams away,
In January 1917
One last storm left nothing where once our homes had been,
We clung to life all the night, nothing left by morning light,
Except the ruins of Hallsands Bay.
Haul away Hallsands bay,
When I leave this earth all trace will pass away,
Sing this song keep the memory strong,
Lest they should try again to wash our dreams away,
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Rio Grande
03:53
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I'll sing you my song of the fish of the sea.
Oh Rio!
So listen ye well and I'll sing it for thee
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
Then away love, away,
Oh Rio!
And fare ye well my own true love,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
They've bid their farewells to the girls of this town,
Oh Rio!
And with their half pay we'll buy our silk gowns,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande,
He think I don't know it but surely I do,
Oh Rio!
There's a girl in each port who thinks that he's true,
And he's bound for the Rio Grande.
Then away love, away,
Oh Rio!
And fare ye well my own true love,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
His ship went sailing out over the Bar,
Oh rio!
And pointed it's head to the Southern Star,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
And I waved him away with my lacy 'kerchief,
Oh Rio!
Then I slipped me away like a night bound theif,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande,
Then away love, away,
Oh Rio!
And fare ye well my own true love,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
So man the good capstan and run it around,
Oh Rio!
And heave up the anchor to this jolly sound,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande,
And while he's away my heart will be true,
Oh Rio!
But 'till he returns I have my fun too,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
Then away love, away,
Oh Rio!
And fare ye well my own true love,
For he's bound for the Rio Grande.
Now I've sung you my song of the fish in the sea,
Oh Rio!
There's plenty for him and there's plenty for me,
When he's bound for the Rio Grande.
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Come One, Come All
00:45
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Come one, come all,
Come and hear the call,
For to fight for land and King,
Be of all good cheer,
Do not tarry here,
For with one voice we'll sing
Heart of oak our ships,
Heart of oak our men,
Climb aboard and set the sail,
And when victory is done,
Back home we'll come,
And to England raise a cheer!
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8. |
Hard Times
04:35
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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh, hard times, come again no more
While we seek mirth and beauty and music, light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times, come again no more
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times, come again no more
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times, come again no more
There's a pale weeping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh, hard times come again no more
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9. |
Leave Her Johnny
03:40
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Well I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her Johnny, Leave her,
Well you've bairns to feed and the rent to pay,
It's time for you to leave her,
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her!
'Though the journey's long and the hard winds blow,
It's time for you to leave her.
It's a long hard pull to the next pay day,
Leave her Johnny, leave her,
Southampton boys with you all the way,
it's time for you to leave her.
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her!
'Though the journey's long and the hard winds blow,
It's time for you to leave her.
Well I pray that we should ne'er more see,
Leave her Johnny, leave her.
More hungry days the likes of these,
It's time for you to leave her.
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her!
'Though the journey's long and the hard winds blow,
It's time for you to leave her.
The coal strike brought us down so low,
Leave her Johnny, leave her,
To America for a wage we'll go,
It's time for you to leave her.
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her!
'Though the journey's long and the hard winds blow,
It's time for you to leave her.
But that great ship ne'er saw New York town,
Leave her Johnny, leave her,
The Atlantic ice had brought her down,
It's time for you to leave her.
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her!
'Though the journey's long and the hard winds blow,
It's time for you to leave her.
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10. |
Betsy McLeod's Lament
02:31
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On Rossal plain where the heather grows,
I left my heart in the fields we sowed,
To my highland home no more I'll go,
On Rossal plain, on Rossal plain.
My clan have always tilled this land,
And my bairns and I to it's glens were bound,
Until Sellar's men did our homes burn down,
On Rossal plain, on Rossal plain,
When the factor came as darkness fell,
With eight strong men for our fight to quell,
And to board the doors and us expel,
No more my home, no more my home.
All through the night we walked the land,
From hearth to hearth for one kind hand,
But no help would come, for fear stalked the land,
No haven here, no haven here.
From thence we came to these foreign shores,
We are exiled here by their savage laws,
But I'll have you know that my heart's forever yours,
Land of my birth, land of my birth.
And in my mind I'll stake my claim,
And I'll walk the fields of Syre again,
And when I die may my body be lain,
On Rossal plain, on Rossal plain.
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Katie Grace Harris England, UK
Katie Grace Harris is a multi-tasking, foot tapping, piano, dulcimer and accordion playing singer and story-weaver.
Purbeck Rising Finalist 2021
Nominated Best Solo Female Artist GSMC awards 2021
Reg Meuross: ‘Integrity pours out of her performance and her as a person’.
Downend Folk Club - ‘...it's easy to see why Katie has been turning heads’.
Folk Weekend: Oxford - ‘Pure joy…a treat’
... more
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