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Go Lassie Go
02:44
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Go Lassie Go - Written by Francis McPeake as "Wild Mountain Thyme"
O, the summertime is comin'
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower
Near yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go, Lassie, Go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
If my true love, she were gone
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go, Lassie, go?
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2. |
Swept Away
03:56
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Swept Away - Written by The Avett Brothers
Well, you send my life a'whirling
Darling, when you're twirling on the floor
And who cares about tomorrow?
What more is tomorrow but another day?
When you swept me away
Yeah, you swept me away
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Whoa oh oh oh
I see the end of a rainbow
What more is a rainbow than colors out of reach?
If you come down to my window
I'll climb out my window, and we'll get out of reach
When you swept me away
Yeah, you swept me away
You said with such honest feeling
What you really mean when you say that I'm your man
Well how, my darling, can it be
That you have never seen me, and you never will again?
When you swept me away
Yeah, you swept me away
Well, life is ever-changing, but I
Can always find a constant and a comfort in your love
In yours, my heart and soul is bound
And as we dance, I know heaven can be found
And you send my life a'whirlin'
Darling, when you're twirling on the floor
And who cares about tomorrow?
What more is tomorrow but another day?
When you swept me away
Yeah, you swept me away
Yeah, you swept me away
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3. |
The Unquiet Grave
04:15
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The Unquiet Grave - as arranged by Ween as "Cold Blows The Wind"
Cold blows the wind over my true love, softly falls the rain
I never had but one true love, and in Rushville, she lies slain
I'd do as much for my true love as any young man may
I'd sit and weep down by her grave for twelve month and one day
And when twelve month had come and gone, the young lass, she arose
“What makes you weep down by my grave? I cannot take my repose”
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all that I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, then return back to your grave
“My lips, they are as cold as my clay, my breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips, thy days would not be long
O, don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk?
Pluck the finest flower of them all, t'will wither to a stalk”
“Go fetch me a nut from the dungeon deep
And blood squeezed from a stone
And white milk from a maiden's breast that babe had never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide, and deep as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in, and take one sleep, for twelve month and one day”
Cold blows the wind over my true love, softly falls the rain
I've never had but one true love and in Rushville, she lies slain
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4. |
Four Green Fields
03:53
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Four Green Fields - Written by Tommy Makem
“What did I have?” said the fine old woman
“What did I have?” this proud old woman did say
“I had four green fields; Each one was a jewel
Then strangers came and tried to take them from me
But my fine strong sons, they fought to save my jewels
They fought and they died,
And that was my grief”, said she
“Long time ago,” said the fine old woman
“Long time ago,” this proud old woman did say
“There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved by mountain, valley, and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
And my four green fields ran red with their blood” said she
“What have I now?” said the fine old woman
“What have I now?” this proud old woman did say
“I have four green fields, one of them's in bondage
In stranger's hands, that tried to take it from me
But my sons have sons, as brave as were their fathers
My four green fields will bloom once again” said she
“My fourth green field will bloom once again” said she
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