The impromptu Richie Havens Memorial Thread : 'Just Like A Woman'
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Steeleye Span and 'Lord Gregory' :
I am a king's daughter
That's strayed from Cappaquin.
in search of Lord Gregory
May God I find him!
The rain beats at my yellow locks,
the dew wets me skin,
My babe is cold in my arms, love
Lord Gregory, let me in!"
"Lord Gregory, he's not here and
he henceforth can't be seen,
For he's gone to bonny Scotland
For to bring home his new queen.
Leave now these windows
And likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea
You must hide your downfall."
"Who will shoe my babe's little foot?
Who will put gloves on her hand?
Who'll tie my babe's middle
With a long and green band?
And who will comb my babe's yellow hair
with an ivory comb?
Who will be my babe's father
Till Lord Gregory comes home?
Do you remember, Lord Gregory,
That night in Cappaquin
Where we changed pocket handkerchiefs,
And that against my will?
For yours was pure linen, love,
And mine was coarse cloth
For yours cost a guinea, love,
And mine but one groat.
Do you remember, Lord Gregory,
That night in Cappaquin
Where we exchanged rings on our fingers,
And that against my will?
For yours was pure silver, love,
And mine was black tin.
For yours cost a guineas, love,
And mine but ten cent.
Do you remember, Lord Gregory,
That night in my father's hall
When you stole away my fond heart
and that was worst of all."
"Leave now these windows
And likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea
You must hide your downfall."
"My curse on you, Mother,
My curse at being sore!
For I dreamed the lass of my Aughrim
was knocking at my door."
"Lie down my only son,
Lie down and take your sleep
For it's long ago her yellow locks
were waving in the deep."
"Go saddle me the black horse,
The brown, and the gray;
Go saddle me the best horse
In my stable to-day!
I will range over mountains,
And valleys so wide,
until I find the lass of Aughrim
And I'll lay by her side."
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June Tabor and one of the Child Ballads, 'Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight' :
“Good, my lord, will you stay then about my father's house
And walk into these gardens green? In my arms I'll thee embrace.
Ten thousand times I'll kiss your mouth, make sport and let's be merry.”
“I thank you, lady, for your kindness, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
For I have killed the Laird Johnstone, I care not for the feud.
My loyal heart did still incline, he was my father's death.
By day and night I did pursue and all on him revenged to be;
Now I have gotten what I long sought, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
Adieu Dumfries, my proper place, adieu, adieu Caerlaverock fair;
Adieu my castle of the Threave, and all my buildings there.
Adieu Lochmaben's gates so fair and the Langholm shank where the birk bops bonny;
Adieu my lady and my only joy, trust me, I may not stay with thee.”
Now he has taken a good gold ring whereat hang signets three,
Says, “Take you this, my own dear love, and aye, have mind of me.
But if you wed another lord while I am on the sea,
His life is but a three day's lease, though I may not stay with thee.”
The wind was fair, the ship was clear, the good Lord went away;
The most part of his friends were there to give him fair convoy.
They ate the meat, they drank the wine, presenting in that good Lord's sight.
Now he is over the floods so grey, Lord Maxwell's taken his last goodnight.
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