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Celeb Myer
03:01
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Caleb Meyer, he lived alone
In them hollarin' pines
And he made a little whiskey for himself
Said it helped to pass the time
Long one evening in back of my house,
Caleb came around
And he called my name 'til I came out
with no one else around
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
but when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name
Where's your husband, Nellie Kane
Where's your darlin gone?
Did he go down off the mountain side
and leave you all alone?
Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green
to do some business there.
Then Caleb threw that bottle down
and grabbed me by my hair.
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
but when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name
He threw me in the needle bed,
across my dress he lay
he held my hands above my head
and I commenced to pray.
I cried My God, I am your child
send your angels down
Then feelin' with my fingertips,
the bottle neck I found
I drew that glass across his neck
as fine as any blade,
and I felt his blood pour fast and hot
around me where I laid.
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
But when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
But when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name
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2. |
Searching for lambs
03:15
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As I went out one May morning
One May morning betime
I met a maid from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine
What makes you rise so soon my dear
Your journey to pursue
Your pretty feet they tread so sweet
Strike off the morning dew
I’m going to feed my father’s flock
His young and tender lambs
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams
O stay! O stay! you handsome maid
And rest a moment here
For there is none but you alone
That I do love so dear
How gloriously the sun doth shine
How pleasant is the air
I’d rather rest on a true love’s breast
Than any other where
For I am thine and thou art mine
No man shall uncomfort thee
We’ll join our hands in wedded bands
And married we will be
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3. |
The Bitcoin Miner
02:11
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It's in the evening after dark
when the Bit coin miner creeps to work,
With his skin tight jeans and vintage shirt,
There goes the Bitcoin miner.
Enter Tor and down he goes, (Tor is the web browser)
Along silk road that lies below, (Silk road is the ebay of drugs)
hash and speed and lsd
Accepting crpto-currenCY.
The darkweb is a terrible place,
Drugs and guns fill cyberspace,
The FBI find it hard to trace
The sneaky bitcoin miner.
And even down on the trading floor,
they promise eighty points or more
Exchange your pounds for wealth galore
You dirty bitcoin miner
Consider being an angry blogger,
stalk your foes with a keyboard-logger,
Take great care or come a cropper ..(Watch some porn and stroke your todger…. live version!)
You dirty bitcoin miner.
So buy your currency while you may,
before the powers take it away
Fight until judgement day
You dirty bitcoin miner
It's in the evening after dark
that the bitcoin miner creeps to work,
With his skintight jeans and vintage shirt,
There goes the bitcoin miner.
There goes the bitcoin miner.
There goes the bitcoin miner.
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4. |
As i roved out
04:27
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5. |
Black fly
03:55
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'Twas early in the spring when I decide to go
For to work up in the woods in north Ontar-i-o
And the unemployment office said they'd send me through
To the Little Abitibi with the survey crew
[Chorus]
And the blackflies, the little blackflies
Always a blackfly, no matter where you go
I'll die with a blackfly pickin' my bones
In north Ontar-i-o-i-o
In north Ontar-i-o
[Verse 2]
The man Black Toby was the captain of the crew
And he said "I'm going to tell you boys, what we're going to do
"They want to build a power dam, we must find a way
"For to make the Little Ab flow around the other way"
[Chorus]
With the blackflies, the little blackflies
Always a blackfly, no matter where you go
I'll die with a blackfly pickin' my bones
In north Ontar-i-o-i-o
In north Ontar-i-o
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6. |
Navvy Boots
03:34
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I'm a bold English navvy that fought on the line
The first place I met was Newcastle-on-Tyne
I've been tired, sick and weary through working all day
To a cut down by the hillside I'm making my way
Well, I first had my supper and then had a shave
For courtin' this fair maid I highly prepared
The stars in the sky and the moon it shone down
And I head for the road with my navvy boots on
I knocked at my love's window, my knock she did know
And out of her slumber she wakened so slow
I knocked her again and she said, "Is that John?"
And I quickly replied, "With my navvy boots on"
So she opened the window and then let me in
'Twas to her bedroom she landed me then
The night being warm and the blankets rolled down
So I jumped into bed with my navvy boots on
Well then early next morning at the dawn of the day
Says I to my true love, It's time to go away
Sleep down, sleep down, you know you've done wrong
For to sleep here all night with your navvy boots on
So I bent down my head with a laugh and a smile
Saying, What could I do, love, in that length of time
And I know if I done it I done it in fun
And I'd do it again with my navvy boots on
Well now, six months being over and seven after this
This fair pretty maid she grew stout round her waist
Then eight months being over, the ninth comes along
And she handed me a young son with his navvy boots on
So come all you pretty fair maids, take heed what I say
And never let a navvy come into your bed
For the night being warm and the blankets rolled down
Sure he'll jump on your bones with his navvy boots on
The above version is as recorded by the Spinners. It is much the same as the version be
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8. |
Saint James infirmary
05:12
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9. |
A man is in love
02:58
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A man is in love, how do I know?
He came and walked with me, and he told me so
In a song he sang, and then I knew
A man is in love with you
A man is in love, how did I hear?
I heard him talk too much whenever you're near
He whispered your name when his eyes were closed
A man is in love and he knows
A man is in love, how did I guess?
I figuered it out while he was watching you dress
He'd give you his all, if you'd but agree
A man is in love and he's me
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10. |
Beeswing
04:24
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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called in the Summer of Love
They were burningbabies, burning flags
The Hawks against the Doves
I took a job in the STeamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Was working next to me
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag round her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was an animal in her eyes
She said, young man, O can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my miind
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said O man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for frost
And I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch
Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even marriend once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a Gypsy caravan
Was too much settliing down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just hte price you pay
For the chains you refuse
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
And I missher more than ever words could say
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
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11. |
Erin shore
01:49
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12. |
Galway Girl
03:01
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Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day-I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day-I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do ?
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day-I-ay-I-ay
She asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day-I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do?
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair is black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys, I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
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Splat The Rat Swindon, UK
We have a penchant for taking both well known and obscure folk tunes and playing them in a way that makes them accessible to all. New songs, original songs and a number of familiar crowd pleasers ensure that everyone goes away from our gigs in a happy place. Based in Swindon UK, we are available for live performances, drop us a line. Also find us on facebook www.facebook.com/splattherat/ ... more
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