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When I first came to town,
They called me the roving jewel;
Now they've changed their tune,
They call me Katy Cruel,
Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not,
When I first came to town,
They brought me the bottles plenty;
Now they've changed their tune,
They bring me the bottles empty,
I know who I love,
And I know who does love me;
I know where I'm going,
And I know who's going with me,
Through the woods I go,
And through the bogs and mire,
Straightway down the road,
And to my heart's desire,
Eyes as bright as coal,
Lips as bright as cherry,
and 'tis her delight
To make the young girls merry,
When I first came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me Katy Cruel
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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
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"Step in young man, I know your face
It's nothing in your favor
A little time I'll give to you
Six months at hard labor"
To my hip fol the day, hip fol the day
To my hip fol the day, for the digee oh
At six o'clock our screw comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, my lads, step up and grind
Tread the wheel till breakfast time"
At eight o'clock our skilly comes in
Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
But devil a word we must not say
It's brad and water all next day
At half past eight the bell doth ring
Into the chapel we must swing
Down on our bended knees to fall
"The Lord hath mercy on us all"
At nine o'clock the jangle rings
All on the trap boys, we must spring
"Come, come, my lads, step up in time
The wheel to tread and the corn to grind"
Now Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say
Sunday is our starvation day
Our hobnailed boots and tin mugs too
They are not shined nor they will not do
Now six long months are over and past
I will return to my bonnie, bonnie lass
I'll leave the screws all behind
The wheel to tread and the corn to grind
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Where's Jack the Lad, then, snuffed it ain’t he?
His old lady just found him dead
Cold as the pavement and smelling sour
So much methadone, so much methadone, so much methadone inside his head
There's loads of methadone in his cough med'cine, see
The empty bottle lies on the floor
It wasn't for a cough 'cause he was fightin'-fit
He'd never had no drugs, never had no drugs, he'd never had no drugs at all before
Now Jack the Lad was a bit of a tearaway
He'd done approved school for thievin' money
But he died safe at home next room to his Old Dear
She loved him all along, loved him all along, she loved him all along, now ain't that funny
Jack and his mates went Up West one Saturday
With bent prescriptions they bought the stuff
If you can drink it all, the lot, the bottleful
You'll blow your mind alright, blow your mind alright, you'll blow your mind alright, that's sure enough
So Jack the Lad he bought the med'cine, see,
Like John and Len and Gray, like, they knew the scene
Just for some laughs, like, and he could do with some
What a load of laughs and that, load of laughs and that, what a load of laughs and that his life had been
He took the mixture home and lay down on the bed
He shook the bottle and swigged it all
He twitched and shivered and went out like a light
His mind went deaf and blind, mind went deaf and blind, his mind went deaf and blind behind a wall
He lay unconscious, dead to the world, like,
Up come his dinner and all his tea
Lay in his gullet and slowly choked him
He never moved a muscle, never moved a muscle, he never moved a muscle to spew it free
It wasn't methadone killed Jack the Lad you know
Just the obstruction that made him choke
It's not a hard drug like proper heroin
It was just accident, was just accident, it was just accident he died, poor bloke.
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A lilac comes on a poisoned thorn
It has roots dirty and torn
Young-uns a playin' as the black crow flies
Mama's weeping
Hear the mountains cry.
There was another, a wild dirt flower
Cold was her heart and as dark as dire
Tears on the ground where her love did die
'Neath the bloody moon
Hear the mountains cry.
Oh dig his grave narrow and deep
Set a jug of whiskey by his thirsty feet
And lay two pennies on his roving eyes
Two women wailing
As the mountains cry.
Oh the wind blows weary and the willows sigh
Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry.
Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry.
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Lift him up and carry him along,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Put him down where he belongs,
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
Ease him down and let him lay,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.
Put him in his hole below,
Stay he must and then he'll go.
When I get back to Liverpool town,
I'll toss a line to little Sally Brown.
I'll haul her high and haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and make her go.
Sally is a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft.
Screw the cotton, screw him down,
Let's get the hell back to Liverpool town.
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There lived twa sisters in ane bower,
Minorie, O, Minorie,
There cam' a young man to be their wooer,
On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
He coorted the eldest wi' a' his land,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
He coorted the youngest wi' his right hand
On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
He gied the eldest a brooch and ring,
Minorie, O, Minorie,
But he loo'ed the youngest abune a' thing
On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
He coorted the eldest wi' his penknife,
Minorie, O, Minorie,
But he loo'ed the youngest abune his life,
On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
O sister, sister, ye'll gang to the broom,
Minorie, O, Minorie,
And we'll maybe hear the blackbird change its tune,
And we'll maybe see the lads o' Minorie;
They walked up and they walked doon,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
And thrice the blackbird changed his tune,
But they never saw the lads o' Minorie.
O sister, sister, ye'll gang to the dam,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
To see gin oor faither's ship be comin' in,
To the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
They went to the dam and they stood on a stone,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
And the eldest dang the youngest in,
To the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
O she swam up and she swam doon,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
Till she swam to where her sister did stand,
On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
O sister, sister, tak' me by the hand,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
And ye'll get the miller lad and a' his land,
He's the bonnie miller lad o' Minorie.
It wasna for that that I danged ye in,
Minorie, O, Minorie,
But you was fair and I was dun,
And ye'll droon in the dams o' Minorie.
The miller's ae dochter gaed oot to the dam,
Minorie, O, Minorie;
For water to wash her faither's hands,
By the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie.
O faither, O faither, come to the dam
Minorie, O, Minorie,
There's either a maid or a milk-white swan
She is drooned in the dams o' Minorie.
There was nane o' them kent her there,
Minorie, O, Minorie:
But weel kent the miller by her bonnie yellow hair,
'Twas his ain bonnie lass o' Minorie.
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When I was a curly-headed baby
My daddy set me down on his knee
Saying ``Son you go to school, you learn your letters
Don't you be no dusty miner, boy like me''
I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
I used to think my father was a black man
With scrip enough to buy the company store
But now he goes to town with empty pockets
And his face is as white as the February snow
I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
Never thought I'd live to lean to love the coaldust
Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar
But God I wish the grass would turn to money
And then them greenbacks would fill my pockets once more
I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
Last night I dreamed I went down to the office
To get my payday like I done before
But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway
And there was leaves and grass growing up through the floor
I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
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In one of these lone Orkney Isles
There dwelled a maiden fair,
Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blue
She had yellow curling hair.
Which caught the eye and then the heart
Of one who never could be
A lover of so true a maid
Or fair a form as she.
Across that lake in Sandwick
Dwelled a youth she held most true,
And ever since her infancy
He had watched those eyes so blue.
The land runs out into the sea.
It's a narrower neck of land.
Where weird and grim the standing stones
In a circle there they stand.
One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve
They met at the sad place.
With heart of glee and the beams of love
Were shining on her face.
Her lover came and grasped her hand
And what loving words they said.
They talked of future's happy days
As through the stones they strayed.
They walked towards the Lover's Stone
And through it passed their hands.
They plighted there a constant troth.
Sealed by love's steadfast bands.
He kissed his maid and he then watched her
That lonely bridge go o'er,
For little, little did he think
He would see his darling more.
He turned his face toward his home,
That home he never did see.
And you shall have the story,
As it was told to me.
When a form upon him sprang
With dagger gleaming bright,
It pierced his heart; his dying screams
Disturbed the silent night.
The murderer was the one who wished
That maiden's heart to gain,
And unnoticed he had seen them part
And he swore he would give her pain.
This maid had nearly reached her home,
When she was startled by a cry,
And she turned to look around her
And her love was standing by.
His hand was pointing to the stars
And his eyes gazed at the light,
And with a smiling countenance
He vanished from her sight.
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A la Tanière on boit on fume, le soir en rentrant du boulot
On y retrouve les copains, qui tous les jours triment comme des chiens
Perché là-haut à taper l'dur, au téléphone, dans un bureau
ou à chercher du taf en vain, pour gagner leur pain quotidien
A la Tanière quand sortent les dés, on cherche à faire jouer le patron
On s'acharne on discute ferme, il n'est pas question d'abandon
Mais quand un 421 tombe, les joueurs maudissent à l'unisson
Le pauvre que la défaite enferme, il repartira sans un rond
A la Tanière quand vient la brume, on vient se réchauffer le sang
Dans les assiettes la viande fume, avec un pichet de boisson
Autour de la table on s'installe, vidant un verre, le remplissant
En se racontant des histoires, qu'on a vécu, qu'on aimerait tant
Dans la Tanière on se raconte, l'histoire d'un ami disparu
Qui a tourné la dernière page, et que l'on ne reverra plus
Le gars Bruno n'était pas sage, en fin d'soirée il parlait fort
On était là cette matinée, il sera là dans nos pensées
De la Tanière on voit le fleuve, les quais, le tram et les passants
Par grand soleil ou bien qu'il pleuve, on se retrouve malgré le temps
Pour des années ou quelques jours, certains décident de foutre le camp
Ils raconteront leurs expériences, le jour où ils reviendront
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Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down
Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down
Kicked on the world and the earth split open
Crawled through a crack where the rock was broken
Burrowed a hole, away in the coal, go down
In a cradle of coal in the darkness I was laid, go down
Down in the dirt and darkness I was raised, go down
Cut me teeth on a five-foot timber
Held up the roof with my little finger
Started me time away in the mine, go down
On the day that I was born I was six feet tall, go down
And the very next day I learned the way to haul, go down
On the third day worked at board and piller
Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler
Getting me steam up, hewing the seam, go down
I'm the son of the son of the son of a collier's son, go down
Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run, go down
Five steel ribs and an iron backbone
Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone
Working me time, away in the mine, go down
Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand, go down
In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland, go down
Been gassed and burned and blown asunder
Buried more times than I can number
Getting the coal, away in the hole,go down
I've scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low, go down
Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go, go down
In the thin-cut seams I've ripped and redded
Where even the rats are born bow-legged
Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down
I've worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam, go down
The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green, go down
I've lain on me back in the old three-quarter
Up to the chin in stinking water
Hewing the coal, away in the hole, go down
In the northern pits I've sweated and earned me pay, go down
Toiled in the worn-out drift mines night and day, go down
Where the anthracite is hard and shining
I've tried me hand at the hard-rock mining
I dug a hole away in the coal, go down
Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down
Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down
Lived in the shade of the high pit heap
I'm still down there where the seams are deep
Digging a hole, away in the coal, go down
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Enregistré à la maison.
released July 1, 2013
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