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If Harry Don't Go
01:53
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If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
The docks were at a standstill
His mother was of Irish stock
His dad and granddad worked the dock
To hear him speak the men would flock
Harry was no traitor
Every docker filled with pride
When they had Harry on their side
In London or in Merseyside
No honour could be greater
The bosses grew into a sweat
This Harry is an awful threat
When you’re hiring don’t forget leave Harry in the pen
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
The docks were at a standstill
Well they were smart in how they fought
They waited first until the port
Was crammed with cargo to import
And then demanded Harry
Well did you think we’d go ahead
And take your coin and bow our head
As you robbed our brother of his bread?
You’d better bring back Harry!
The bosses knew they must agree
Their game was up and they could see
There’s no beating unity, and all because they said
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
If Harry don’t go then I don’t go
The docks were at a standstill
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O Death, o Death, won’t you spare me over till another year?
"Bring away the beggar, bring away the king,
And every man in his degree,
I’ll bring away the oldest and the youngest thing -
Come to Death and follow me.
I’ll find you in the courtrooms, find you in the schools,
When you hear the piper play.
And I’ll take away the wise men, take away the fools,
Bring their bodies all to clay.
Dance, dance the shaking of the sheets,
Dance, dance, when you hear the piper playing
Everybody dance the shaking of the sheets with me!"
O Death, o Death, won’t you spare me over till another year?
"I’ll find you in the ocean, find you in the pub,
Find you halfway up the stair,
I’ll catch you when you’re frozen, catch you when you’re snug
With your feet up in your comfy chair,
And I’ll take away the bold, take away the meek,
Take away your thin disguise,
And I’ll turn you into mould, turn your other cheek,
Turn you over to the lord of flies.
Dance, dance the shaking of the sheets,
Dance, dance, when you hear the piper playing
Everybody dance the shaking of the sheets with me!"
O Death, o Death, won’t you spare me over till another year?
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Sing John Ball
02:01
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Who will be the lady, who will be the lord
When we are ruled by the love of one another?
Who will be the lady, who will be the lord
In the light that is coming in the morning?
Sing John Ball and tell it to them all
Long live the day that is dawning
Well I’ll crow like a cock, I’ll carol like a lark
For the light that is coming in the morning
Eve is the lady, Adam is the lord
When we are ruled by the love of one another
Eve is the lady, Adam is the lord
In the light that is coming in the morning
Sing John Ball and tell it to them all
Long live the day that is dawning
Well I’ll crow like a cock, I’ll carol like a lark
For the light that is coming in the morning
Labour and spin for fellowship I say
Labour and spin for the love of one another
Labour and spin for fellowship I say
In the light that is coming in the morning
Sing John Ball and tell it to them all
Long live the day that is dawning
Well I’ll crow like a cock, I’ll carol like a lark
For the light that is coming in the morning
All shall be ruled by fellowship I say
All shall be ruled by the love of one another
All shall be ruled by fellowship I say
In the light that is coming in the morning
Sing John Ball and tell it to them all
Long live the day that is dawning
Well I’ll crow like a cock, I’ll carol like a lark
For the light that is coming in the morning
Sing John Ball and tell it to them all
Long live the day that is dawning
Well I’ll crow like a cock, I’ll carol like a lark
For the light that is coming in the morning
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Foodbanks And Ferraris
02:49
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Do you remember the time we crossed the poverty line
And the sun shone on those in the shade?
Our grandfathers fought and the vision they sought
Was a helping hand from cradle to grave
Well now that’s all over and long been forgot
And the profits all go to the men at the top
And the promises of 1945 are just broken dreams and lies
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Well they say times are tough and there isn’t enough
To pay the poor, the sick, the old and so on
But the profits still flow and the bonuses grow
And we all know where the money has gone
Those robber barons in their fortified towers
Are eating the fruits of what could have been ours
And the promises of 1945 are just broken dreams and lies
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Well the gap between your place and mine
Gets wider every day
You pay the press, you pay for votes
To make sure it stays that way
And the promises of 1945 are just broken dreams and lies
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
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Madam Chicken
00:43
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Are you sitting, Madam Chicken, are you sitting?
Are your eggs about to hatch into young?
I hope they’re doing well, each one curled up in its shell
Can you feel their little heartbeats on your tum?
Tum tum tum
Are you broody, Madam Chicken, are you broody?
Do you yearn to hear the chirp of tiny chicks?
I’m sorry, Mrs Bantom, your pregnancy is phantom
And your eggs will sit quite nicely next to chips
Yum yum yum
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The Miner's Lad
03:04
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A miner was leaving his home for his work
When he heard his little child scream.
He went to the bedside, the little white face said
“Daddy, I’ve had such a dream!
I dreamt that I saw the pit all on fire
And men struggled hard for their lives.
The scene it then changed and the top of the mine
Was surrounded by sweethearts and wives.
Don’t go down in the mine, Father,
Dreams very often come true,
Daddy, you know it would break my heart
If anything happened to you.
Go and tell my dream to your mates,
It’s as true as the stars that shine,
Something is going to happen today,
Daddy, don’t go down the mine.”
The miner, a man with a heart good and kind,
Sat by the side of his son.
“The pit is my living, I can’t stay away,
For duty, my lad, must be done.”
The little one looked up and sadly he said
“Oh please stay the day with me, Dad.”
And as the brave miner went forth to his work
He heard this appeal from his lad:
"Don’t go down in the mine, Father,
Dreams very often come true,
Daddy, you know it would break my heart
If anything happened to you.
Go and tell my dream to your mates,
It’s as true as the stars that shine,
Something is going to happen today,
Daddy, don’t go down the mine.”
As he waited with his mates to make the descent,
He could not vanquish his fears.
He returned home to his wife and his child,
Those words seemed to ring in his ears.
Before the day ended the pit was on fire
A score of great men lost their lives.
The scene it then changed and the top of the mine
Was surrounded by sweethearts and wives.
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Bold Robin Hood ranging the forest all round
In the merry month of May,
And there he did an old woman meet
Come weeping along the way.
‘O why weepest thou?’ bold Robin did say,
‘Dost thou weep for gold or fee?
Or dost thou weep for thy maidenhead
That’s gone many years from thee?’.
‘I weep not for gold,’ the woman replied,
‘Neither do I weep for fee,
Nor do I weep for my maidenhead
That’s gone many years from me.’
‘Then why weepest thou? Pray tell unto me,
Pray tell me the reason why.’
‘O I do weep for my three sons
For they are condemned to die.’
‘What church have they robbed?’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘Or parish priest have they slain?
What maids have they forced against their will
Or with other men’s wives have lain?’
‘No church have they robbed,’ the woman replied,
‘Nor parish priest have they slain.
No maids have they forced against their will
Nor with other men’s wives have lain.’
‘Then what have they done?’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘I prithee come tell unto me!’
‘O they killed sixteen of the king’s fallow deer
And today shall be hanged all three.’
‘Get thee home, get thee home!’ says jolly Robin Hood,
‘Get thee home most speedily,
And I shall unto fair Nottingham town
For the sake of the squires all three.’
Then bold Robin Hood for Nottingham goes,
For Nottingham town goes he,
And there he did meet with a poor beggar-man
Come creeping along the way.
‘What news, what news, thou poor beggar-man?
What news? Pray tell unto me.’
‘O there’s weeping and wailing in Nottingham town
For the fate of the squires all three.’
‘Come change thy apparel with me, old man,
Come change thy apparel with mine,
And here’s forty shillings for thy purse
To spend at good ale and wine.’
Then he put on the old man’s coat,
’Twas patched black, blue and red,
But he thought it no shame, all the day long,
To be in a beggar-man’s stead.
Then Bold Robin Hood into Nottingham comes,
Into Nottingham town comes he,
And there he did the proud Sheriff meet
And likewise the squires all three.
‘One boon, one boon!’ cries jolly Robin Hood,
‘One boon I do beg on my knee,
That as for the deaths of these three squires
Their hangman I may be.’
‘Soon granted, soon granted!’ the proud Sheriff says,
‘Soon granted unto thee,
And thou shalt have their white money and suits
Today as a hangman’s fee.’
‘O I will have none of their suits,’ says he,
‘Nor none of their white money,
But I’ll have three blasts on my bugle-horn
That their souls to heaven may flee.’
Then he gave three blasts on his bugle-horn,
Well he blew both loud and shrill,
And a hundred and ten of bold Robin Hood’s men
Come marching all down the green hill.
‘O whose men are these?’ the proud Sheriff cries,
‘Whose men are they? Tell unto me!’
‘They are my men,’ says jolly Robin Hood,
‘And they’ve come for the squires all three’.
‘Then take them, o take them!’ the proud Sheriff says,
‘Take them away!’ cries he,
‘For there’s never a man in all Nottingham town
Can do the likes of thee.’
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Paul Carbuncle Nottingham, UK
You can take the lad out of Pluckley but he'll still sing about hops.
Profile photo by Hugh Miller.
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