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Hark Hark Bow Wow
03:20
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Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands.
Curtsy when you have, and kissed
The wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites,
The burden to bear
Hark, hark bow wow
The watch dogs bark
Bow wow Hark hark
Hark, hark bow wow
The watch dogs bark
Bow wow Hark --
I hear the strain of strutting
Chanticleer oh Cry “Cock-a-diddle-dow.”
Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Hark, hark bow wow
The watch dogs bark
Bow wow Hark hark
Hark, hark bow wow
The watch dogs bark
Bow wow Hark --
I hear the strain of strutting
Chanticleer oh cry cock-a-diddle-
Hear the strain of strutting
Chanticleer oh cry cock-a-diddle-dow
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2. |
Caliban
02:52
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Farewell master, master farewell!
No more dams I'll make for fish
Fetch in firing at requiring
Nor wash dish-
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man!
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man.
Lo now lo out of my way
Thou dost me yet but little hurt.
High-day freedom, freedom high-day-
I know how to curse.
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man!
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man.
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man!
Ban, ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master get a new man.
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
High-day freedom, Freedom high-day
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3. |
The Horn
03:28
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What shall he have that killed the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear
Then sing him home-
The rest shall bear this burden.
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn
It was a crest ere thou wast born
Thy father’s father wore it,
And thy father bore it.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
The horn-
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4. |
Heigh Ho
02:15
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not- remembered not!
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Ba da da da da da da...
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
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5. |
Set It Down
02:39
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A brave form it carries
Mercy-
A thing divine
The first that I sighed for
Be inclined my way (and)
Work not so hard
Set it down
I’ll bare your logs awhile
Set it Down
Set it Down
I’ll carry them to the pile
Goddess-wonder
Quicken what’s dead
Make my labours pleasures
Rich ends when I do it
Precious creature (and)
Work not so hard
Set it down
I’ll bare your logs awhile
Set it Down
Set it Down
I’ll carry them to the pile
He’s gentle, not fearful
Nothing ill could dwell in such a temple
Hear my soul speak hear my soul speak
Do you love me do you love me?
You, oh you-
I’ll be your surety
Work not so hard
Set it down
I’ll bare your logs awhile
Set it Down
Set it Down
I’ll carry them to the pile
Work not so hard
Set it Down
Set it down, set it down
I’ll carry it to the pile
Set it Down
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6. |
The Cry
02:50
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Oh I have suffered
With those I saw suffer
Noble creatures-
Dashed all to pieces
Oh the cry
The cry
A brave vessel
Wild waters
Souls within her
In this roar
Oh had I been any God of power
Oh the cry
Oh had I been any God of power
Oh the cry
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7. |
Merrily
02:21
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Where the bee sucks there suck I
In a cowslips bell I lie
There I couch when owls do cry
On the bat’s back I do fly
After Summer
Merrily, merrily merrily
Shall I live now
Merrily, merrily merrily
Shall I live now
Under the blossom
That hangs on the bow
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8. |
Springtime
02:34
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It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
Those pretty country folks would lie,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownèd with the prime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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9. |
Under the Greenwood Tree
03:58
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Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Under the Greenwood Tree
Here shall he see no enemy
Under the Greenwood Tree
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the Greenwood Tree
Lie with me
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Under the Greenwood Tree
Here shall he see no enemy
Under the Greenwood Tree
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the Greenwood Tree
Lie with me
Here shall he see
Such fools as he
And if he will
Come with me
Come with me
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10. |
Blessings
01:58
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Honor riches marriage blessing
Long continuance and increasing
Hourly joys be still upon you
Juno sings her blessings on you
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest
Scarcity and want shall shun you
Ceres blessing so is on you
Oh you sunburnt, august weary
Of the windering brooks
And ever harmless looks
On this green land
Juno does command
Blessings on you!
Honor riches marriage blessing
Long continuance and increasing
Hourly joys be still upon you
Juno sings her blessings on you
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