Jack O'Diamonds, one-eyed knave On the move, hits the street Bumps his head, on the ground Well, he's a scout, you're born to lose Shouldn't stay Jack
I've heard them lilting ?At are? you milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers of
Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing He could fiddle the fish
Within the fire and out upon the sea Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking ?Your
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed
(Dave Swarbrick, Sandy Denny, Dave Pegg) There's no excuse for torture, that you ought to know Let it live, let it breathe, let it go Yonder stands a
You generals all and champions bold that takes delight in fields That knocks down churches and castle walls but now to death must yield We must go and
She's a lady of pleasure, she's a lady of joy And she has no illusions of grandeur You can get what you want when your money's up front She's a sailor
Well, that big dumb blonde With her wheel gorged Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in
We used to say That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air
(Dave Swarbrick, Dave Pegg) Night-time girl, rocking in a chair Whiles her time away combing up her yellow hair Night-time girl, rocking in a chair Looking
Please, Mr. Lacey, let me work your loving machine Please, Mr. Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles? You know it
Hey, come and make it easy Hey, come and make it black It's no use to be free If lies are all the truth they see They'll screw up what you do When you
London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me First time that I set
(Trevor Lucas) Now I've been an engine driver all of my days That's the only thing I can do I hold a good head of steam everywhere that I'm seen Wherever
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down To
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves There is work to do before you say good-bye Who can see them turning to the face of love? Though I hear
He used to be the only man I would see He used to be the only good man for me Oh, he used to be my one sure thing Look at me now, what you see, it isn