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Morgan Megann
02:21
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Driftwood
04:12
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3. |
The Coming of May
02:32
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Hooray, hooray for the coming of May
And the song birds that sing in the trees,
The Penobscot flows south to the bay at its mouth
And gently on down to the sea.
Fare well Old Man Winter we bid you adieu
With your ice and your wind and your snow
Your tempest gives way to the colors of May
And the blossoms and flowers that grow.
We’ll pull up the dories on these rocky shores
To caulk them and paint them again
And find a fair breeze to take to the seas
Off the fog shrouded coasts of old Maine.
We’ll take up the catch and set course for home
With gulls and the herons in tow
And fast fall to sleep with the swell from the deep
Far away from the strong winds that blow.
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4. |
Logan Water/ Blind Mary
06:44
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5. |
Blue November Day
03:14
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Silence in the evenings, raindrops in the morning,
Waiting for the dawning of a blue November day,
Staring through the window, watching as the wind blows,
Leaves across the rainbow on a blue November day.
Seeing you lying there, moonbeams dancing in your hair,
Sleeping without a care beside me...
Echoes of our laughter, makes my heart beat faster,
And reminds me ever after of a blue November day.
Time brings understanding, soft the snow is landing,
Life’s road is ever winding on a blue November day,
Hearing your soft laughter makes my heart beat faster,
And reminds me ever after of a blue November day.
As you lay your head to rest, your silken hair upon my chest,
Warmth from our nakedness together...
Two souls bound together, Heedless of the weather,
Lovers now forever on a blue November day.
Words & music: Gf Morgan
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Captain O'Kane
02:51
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Barbara Allyne
06:01
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In Eddington where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And I picked her out for to be my bride
And her name was Barbary Allyne Allyne,
And her name was Barbary Allyne.
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying “You must come to me master dear
If your name be Barbary Allyne Allyne,
If your name be Barbary Allyne.”
Slowly, slowly came she nigh
And slowly she came nigh him
And when she’d looked into his pale face
Said “Young man, I think you’re dying,
Young man I think you’re dying.”
“Oh Mother dear, go make my bed,
Go make it soft and easy
That I may die for the sake of love
And she may die for sorrow sorrow,
And she may die for sorrow.”
“Mother dear, look by my bed,
You’ll see a gold watch standing,
There’s my gold watch and my guinea gold ring,
Would you deliver them to Barbary Allyne Allyne
Would you deliver them to Barbary Allyne.”
“Mother dear, look o’er my bed
You’ll see a bowl there standing,
It’s full of tears that I’ve shed this night
For the loss of Barbary Allyne alkyne
For the loss of Barbary Allyne.”
As she was walking o’er the moor,
She saw a corse a-comin’
“Well put him down you six pretty lads
That I might well gaze on him, on him,
That I might well gaze on him
They buried him in the old churchyard
They buried her in the choir
And out of his breast grew a red red rose
And out of hers a briar
And out of hers a briar.
They grew and grew ‘till they reached the sky
And they could grow no higher
And there they entwined in a true loves knot,
Red rose around the briar,
Red rose around the briar.
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10. |
Adson's Sarabande
03:58
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11. |
Twa Corbies
03:12
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As I was walking all alane
I met twa corbies making a main
And tane inta the tither did say O
Where shall we gang and dine the day O
In behint yon auld fell dyke
I wat there lies a new slain knight
And naebody kens that he lies there O
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair O
His hound is tae the hunting gane
His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hame
His lady's taen anither mate O
So we maun make our dinner sweet O
Ye'll sit on his white hause bane
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een
Wi mony a lock o' his gowden hair O
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare O
Mony a one for him makes main
But nane shall ken where he is gane
O'er his white bones when they are bare O
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12. |
Hector the Hero
03:53
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13. |
Tommy's Gone
02:54
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Tommy’s gone and I’ll go too, Tommy’s gone away,
Tommy’s gone and I’ll go too, Tommy’s gone away.
Tommy’s gone to Calleo, he won’t come back from there you know,
Tommy’s gone to Vallipo, to kiss those Spanish girls you know,
Tommy’s gone to far Quebec, launching timber on the deck,
Tommy’s gone to Montreal, in a packet ship with skysails tall,
Tommy’s gone to Rio Grande, dancing on that yellow sand
Tommy’s gone to Singapore, stranded on that foreign shore,
Tommy’s gone to Frisco Bay, around Cape Horn the other day
Tommy’s gone to Cardiff town, where the girls they all come down,
Tommy’s gone to Swansea Bay, hear the Judys shout hooray,
Tommy’s gone to Haverford West, they’ll give Tommy all their best
Tommy’s gone to Aberwyne Sheila’s towing on the line,
Tommy’s gone forever more, Tommy’s gone forever more,
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Gf Morgan New Hope, Pennsylvania
Gf Morgan – Bio
Gf Morgan's work spans four decades and incorporates Celtic and traditional
ballads as well as original compositions.
For videos and further info:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCz2f7owQMXjXtFN_tiBYjKg
www.gfmorganballads.com
... more
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