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Hey Gordons
03:40
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Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya
05:04
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When on the road to sweet Athy, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry:
"Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"Where are the eyes that looked so mild? (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
When my poor heart you first beguiled?
Why did you run from me and the child?
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"We had guns and drums and drums and guns. (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
The enemy never slew ya,
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"Where are the legs with which you run? (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
When first you went to carry a gun?
Indeed, your dancing days are done!
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
You're a spinless, boneless, chickenless egg;
You'll have to be put with the bowl to beg:
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"I'm happy for to see ya home, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
From the Isle of Ceylon."
"Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
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Dellum Down
05:23
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There is a wild boar in these woods,
Dellum down, dellum down,
There is a wild boar in these woods,
He'll eat your meat and suck your blood
Dellum down, dellum down
Bangrum drew his wooden knife
Dellum down, dellum down,
Bangrum drew his wooden knife
And swore he'd take the wild boar's life
Dellum down, dellum down
The wild boar came in such a flash,
Dellum down, dellum down,
The wild boar came in such a flash,
He broke his way through oak and ash
Dellum down, dellum down
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High Germany
04:42
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Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the road has now begun
And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war my love in High Germany
Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list' what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides my dearest Willy I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war my love in High Germany
I'll buy for you a horse my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be in riding by your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by
Oh cursed be them cruel war that ever they should rise
And out of merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my true love from me likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the war my love in High Germany
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As I cam’ in by Fiddichside, on a May morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning
Turn again, turn again, turn again, I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye
Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me
I'll burn Auchindoun tho' the life leaves me
As I cam’ in by Auchindoun on a May morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze, an hour before the dawning
Crawing, crawing, for a' your crouse crawin'
Ye burnt yer crop an tint your wings an hour before the dawning
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The Twa Corbies
04:42
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As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
“Where sall we gang and dine to-day?”
“In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
There is mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair”.
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Spanish Ladies
05:04
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Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we have received orders for to sail to old England,
And we may ne'er see you fair ladies again.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues.
We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas 45 fathoms with a white sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer.
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tack and sheets fly.
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
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Hoffedd Modryb Marged
05:11
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When on the road to sweet Athy, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry:
"Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"Where are the eyes that looked so mild? (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
When my poor heart you first beguiled?
Why did you run from me and the child?
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"We had guns and drums and drums and guns. (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
The enemy never slew ya,
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"Where are the legs with which you run? (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
When first you went to carry a gun?
Indeed, your dancing days are done!
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
You're a spinless, boneless, chickenless egg;
You'll have to be put with the bowl to beg:
Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
"I'm happy for to see ya home, (Hurroo! Hurroo!)
From the Isle of Ceylon."
"Johnny, I hardly knew ya!"
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Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we have received orders for to sail to old England,
And we may ne'er see you fair ladies again.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues.
We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas 45 fathoms with a white sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer.
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tack and sheets fly.
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
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Teufelstanz Moscow, Russia
Teufelstanz is a band performing medieval music of modern times.
In our band we
have medieval bagpipes which are supported by various rhythms of the drums with sonorous percussion, that's why we have this unique sound, which we call "Alternative Medieval Music".
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