All's Fair...

[Dept of PMM Castle Life]

All’s Fair…

1. Maid of Fifeo
2. Before the Kisses Fade
3. Mountain Dew
4. Courtin' in the Kitchen
5. O'Donnell Abu
6. The Landlord's Daughter
7. Sail Forever
8. Bridget Flynn
9. South Australia/ Wild Colonial Boy
10. Between Moonbeams
11. So So Cold
12. Waiting for the Rush
13. On the Road to What May Be
14. The Butterfly
15. Wylde Mountain Thyme
16. Old Green Gown
17. You'll Never Win

Maid O’ Fifeo
(Tradtional)
A song about an Irish cavalier in Scotland who’s whirlwind romance breaks
his heart and kills him . We don’t know…you explain it.

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marchin’ down from Fife-e-oh
And the captain fell in love with a very bonny lass
and the maid she was called pretty Peggy-oh

Chorus-
There’s many a bonny lass in the town of Ackerglass
There’s many a bonny lassie in the Cheer-e-oh
There’s many a bonny Jean on the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fife-e-oh

Oh come the stairs pretty Peggy m’dear
Come down the stairs pretty Peggy-oh
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mommy-oh

I never did intend a soldier’s lady for to be
I never will marry a soldier-oh
I never did intend to go to a foreign land
And I never will marry a soldier-oh

Well the corporal he cried, “Mount! Mount boys, mount!”
The captain, he cried, “Tarry-oh!
Oh tarry for a wah’ for another day or twa
Till I see if this bonny lass will marry-oh.”

Yonder we came to the town of Ackerglass
Our captain we had to hurry-o
Longer we came to the streets of Aberdeen
Our captain we had to bury-o

Green grow the berks on bonny Ethan-side
And low lie the Lowlands of Fife-e-o
The captain’s name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the chambermaid of Fife-e-o

-chorus twice-

 

Before the Kisses Fade
(Music by Wayne Twombley | Lyrics by Westan James)
If you decide to go off to war, and leave your true love behind;
this may be the price you pay. Especially if you sign up for something called
the Hundred Years’ War. Of course, there may be worse things that could happen.

I awoke in Germany after a month of sleep
With my true love ten thousand miles away
An ocean and the enemy between the two of us
With my true love ten thousand miles away

Now I arrive in London town after a month of pain
With my true love a thousand miles away
A hellride north with all due haste, I’ve been at war too long
With my true love a thousand miles away

Ride on through wind and weather!
Ride on through pain and thunder!
Ride on!
Before the kisses fade!

My horse is painted foam and fleck, I’ve traded now through four
With my true love five hundred miles away
I wear a cloak of wind and dust, my clothes are worn and tore
With my true love five hundred miles away

I see her face before me now, the glory of her smile
With my true love a hundred miles away
I smell the sunshine in her hair stronger by the mile
With my true love a hundred miles away

Ride on through wind and weather!
Ride on through pain and thunder!
Ride on!
Before the kisses fade!

I see her now upon the square so close that we could touch
With my true love a hundred miles away
She doesn’t know me anymore, I begin to blush
With my true love five hundred miles away

In her arms a new born child held closely to her breast
With my true love a thousand miles away
A brand new husband by her side, pride upon his chest
With my true love ten thousand miles away

Ride on through wind and weather!
Ride on through pain and thunder!
Ride on!
Ride on!
Ride on!
Until the kisses fade…

 

Mountain Dew
(Traditional)
Ahhh…whiskey. Water of Life. Liquid Courage...Me Ain True Love...Poison!…Slainte’!

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Galway bay
And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo, and Leitrim too
We’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a little sip
To the real ol’ mountain dew!

Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i ay
Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i day

At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still, where the smoke curls up to the sky
From the smoke and smell, you can plainly tell there’s good gin brewin’ near-by
It fills the air with odor rare, and betwixt both me and you,
When home you stroll you can take a bowl, or a bucket o’ the mountain dew!

Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i ay
Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i day

Now learned men who use the pen do hold your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills it’ll cure all ills, be you Pagan, Christian, or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real ol’ mountain dew!

Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i ay
Hi deedle ida dum di deedle ida dum di doo di diddly-i day

 

Courtin' in the Kitchen
(Traditional)
It’s never been worth going to prison for. Well, maybe.

Come single men and more, and unto pay attention
Don’t ever fall in love, ‘tis the devil’s own invention
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin’
Miss Henrietta bell out of Captain Kelly’s kitchen

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

At the age of seventeen I was ‘prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Steven’s Green where Miss Henri used to go, sir
Her manners were sublime and she set me heart a twitchin’
And she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

Well, next Sunday bein’ the day that we were to have our flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay and I slicked and oiled me hair up
The Captain had no wife, and he had gone a-fishin’
So we kicked up high life down below-stairs in the kitchen

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

Well just as the clock struck six, we sat down unto the table
She handed tay and cake and I ate while I was able
I drank hot punch and tay, till me side had got a stitch in
And the hours pass quick way when you’re courtin’ in the kitchen

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
With a dour and dreadful haste came Captain Kelly’s carriage
Her eyes soon filled with hate, an’ poison she was spittin’
For she wished I’d get ta hell, yes get ta hell out of her kitchen!

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

Well she flew up off me knees, full five feet more or higher
And over head and heels threw me slap into the fire
I wore a Peeler’s coat that I bought from Mr. Mitchum
And a twenty-shilling note went to blazes in the kitchen!

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

Well I grieved to see me duds all smeared with soot and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds right in me face she dashes
As I lay on the floor and the water she kept pitchin’
The footman broke the door and walked straight into the kitchen!

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

When the captain came downstairs though he saw me situation
In spite of all me prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they’d take no bail, but to get home I was itchin’
But I had to tell the jail how I came into the kitchen.

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra lady
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

Well I said she did invite me but she gave a flat denial
For assault they did indict me and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her screechin’
And I got six months hard for me courtin’ in the kitchen

With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, with me too-ra-loo-ra laddy
With me too-ra-loo-ra-la, too-ra-loo-ra laddy

 

O’Donnell Abu
(Traditional)
(Melody by Joseph Haliday | Lyrics by Micheal McGann 1843)
(Adapted by Jon Southwood)
Red Hugh O’Donnell was abducted by the English after they got him drunk.
He was just a teenager at the time. He escaped in 1591 and returned to inspire
a rebellion. Well, what would you do?

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding
Loudly the war cries arise on the gale
Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding
To join the thick squadrons on Saimer’s green vale
On every mountaineer! Strangers to flight or fear!
Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh!
Bonnacht and gallowglass throng from each mountain
Pass onward for Erin O’Donnell Abu

Princely O’Neil to our aid is advancing
With many a chieftan and warrior clan
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing
‘neath borderers brave from the banks of the Bann
Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail
Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue
When on his ears shall ring
Borne on the breeze’s wing
Tir Conwel’s dread war cry O’Donnell Abu!

Wildly o’er Desmond the war wolf is howling
Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain
The fox in the streets of the city is prowling
And all who who scare them are banished or slain
On with O’Donnell then, fight the old fight again
Sons of Tir Conwal are valiant and true
Make the proud Saxon feel Erin’s avenging steel
Strike for your country O’Donnell Abu!

 

The Landlord’s Daughter
(Music by Jon Southwood | Lyrics by Westan James)
Listen close: The Landlord’s daughter, who works at a smuggler’s Inn, dresses up like
her Highwayman lover, and leads the troops away so he can escape. Sweet.

Lovely Brea the landlord’s daughter
At the Two Stags down the road
Served them whiskey with their water
Slapped their hands when they grew bold

T’was a dusky twilight evening
While the inn was fit to burst
When Liam the one-eyed crofter
Limped inside and spat and cursed

There’re soldiers headed this way
Must be thirty score of men
They are coming for the outlaw
And we’ll not see Jack again

-

Now some men gathered weapons
And some yelled “Hide the ale!”
And some ran out the backway
“Oh they’ll not put me in jail!”

Lovely Brea the landlord’s daughter
At the Two Stags down the road
Served them whiskey with their water
Slapped their hands when they grew bold

Those remaining whispered fiercely
What they needed was a plan
They were smugglers of the coastline
And the highwayman was kin

-

Then the soldiers marched in boldly
And surveyed them one and all
Poor Liam the one-eyed crofter
Limped off meekly down the hall

Where he lifted up his eye-patch
And he kissed the lovely Brea
And she held him oh so tightly
As he made set flee

Well meanwhile in the great room
All the patrons bowed their best
While desire burned within them
to send each guard to his rest

-
Then drunken Jarmer Mappestone
With a sign from Black Kurrynt
Threw a mug at Captain Blowhard
And the bloody war began

There was fighting in the corner
There was biting there was muss
There was not one soldier standing
Not involved in fisticuffs

Then from the door a warning
Liam held the lantern high
Pointing out the night black rider’s
Silhouette against the sky

-

And the Corporal cried, “The outlaw!”
And the captain gave a roar
All the soldiers ran out wildly
Forming just outside the door

Where they saddled up their horses
And rode off after their mark
You could hear the hoof beats pounding
Fading off into the dark

Then Gunnar set to laughing
And Tinker set to wail
And the Bosky started filling
every smuggler’s cup with ale

-

For they knew they chased a phantom
And ‘lame’ Liam bid farewell
And raced off to meet his sweetheart,
Lovely Brea, behind the mill

Lovely Brea, the landlord’s daughter,
And the one-eyed outlaw, Jack
Were not seen again in that town
And they’re never coming back

 

Sail Forever
(Music/Lyrics – Westan James)
Sometimes you meet someone and you’re never the same afterwards.

Hello my love, I’m glad to see you
It pains me too, but I must leave you
Our love was wrong, our love was right
The air is sweeter in the night

Don’t turn away with so much woe
Our spark of love shall ever glow
Though it may fade, your smile still beams
I’ll always wait love, within your dreams

Chorus-
Dreams never die, they sail forever
Dreams never die, they ride the night
Dreams never die, they sail forever
Like drifting clouds across the night


There’s our two stars up in the night sky
A beacon bright for us to steer by
So don’t be sad, now don’t you cry
I need your bright eyes up in the sky

-chorus-

So dream with me, alas, farewell
And hold me so it lasts through hell
Well you may wed, but I must sail
I swear my lass, my love won’t fail

He left her then and sailed forever
She waited still for her fair lover
She watched the stars up in the sky
Her two fine sons never asked why

-chorus-

 

Bridget Flynn
(Traditional)
“…But a bachelor’s life is easy and it’s free!” *Sigh.*

I’ve a nice little house, a cow or two with grass
I’ve a plant garden runnin’ by my door
I’ve a shelter for the hens, a stable for the ass
Now what could a man want more?

I don’t know, maybe so.
But a bachelor’s life is easy and it’s free
Well I’ve lots to look after, but I’m livin’ all alone
Sure there’s no one lookin’ after me

Well me father often tells me, I should go and have a try
To find a girl that owns a bit of land
And I know the way he says it, there’s someone on his mind
And me mother has the whole thing planned

I don’t know, maybe so,
It would mollify them greatly to agree
Now there’s little Bridget Flynn, its her I’d like to win
But she never has an eye for me

Now there’s a little lass, who’s worth her weight in gold
And that’s a decent dowry don’t you see
And I mean to go and ask her as soon as I get bold
If she’ll come and have an eye for me

Will she go? I don’t know.
But I’d love to have her sittin’ on my knee
And I’d sing like a thrush, in a hawthorn bush
If she’d come and have an eye for me

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

 

South Australia/ Wild Colonial Boy
(Traditional | Adapted by Jon Southwood & George Curtis)
It’s alleged by some historians that Wylde Colonial Boy began as satire for a harsh
sentence against a boy’s mild criminal activity. (He stole a horse and some sixpence.) But
what’s most appealing to us – it’s supposed to be the last song the notorious Ned Kelly
ever heard.

In South Australia I was born
Heave away, haul away
South Australia ‘round Cape Horn
Bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
Bound for South Australia

There was a wylde colonial boy
Jack Doolan was his name
Stowed away for Australia
Where he chose to make his fame
They put him in an iron gang
In the government employ
But ne’er an iron on this earth
held the wylde colonial boy

Forsaking means of honest toil
To earn his daily bread
There on Australia’s sunny shores
A bushranger’s life he led
To help the poor he robbed the rich
He robbed judge MacAvoy
Who trembling cold, gave up his gold
To the wylde colonial boy

He bade the judge good morning
And he told him to beware
He’d never rob a needy man
Or one who acted square
But a judge who’d rob a mother of
Her only pride and joy
Sure he must be a worse outlaw than
The wylde colonial boy

South Australia my native land
Heave away, haul away
Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand
Bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
Bound for South Australia

As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away, haul away
It’s there I met Miss Nancy Blair
Bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
Bound for South Australia

One day as Jack was riding
The mountain side along
a-listening to the little birds
their laughing, happy songs
three mounted troopers did appear
Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of
The wylde colonial boy

“Surrender now, Jack Doolan!
For you see it’s three to one.
Surrender in the Queen’s own name
For the plundering you’ve done!”
Jack drew a pistol from his side
And he waved it like a toy,
“I’ll fight! But not surrender!”
Cried the wylde colonial boy

He quickly turned to Davis
And he shot him through the thigh
Then he took aim for Kelly’s brain
But he missed that lucky guy!
The shot returned by Davis
Did not give Jack any joy!
All shattered through the jaw he lay
The wylde colonial boy.

He fired at trooper Kelly
And he brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis
he received his mortal wound.
His proud young heart
Lie tore apart
Still firing at Fitzroy
And that’s the way they captured him
The wylde colonial boy.

It’s back again to Liverpool
Heave away, haul away
Spend me pay like a bloody fool
We’re bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia

And as you wallop around Cape Horn
Heave away, haul away
You’ll wish to Christ you’d ne’er been born
Bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
Bound for South Australia

There ain’t one thing that grieves me mind
Heave away, haul away
It’s leavin’ Nancy Blair behind
Bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin’ kings
Heave away, haul away
All the way you’ll hear me sing
Bound for South Australia

 

Between Moonbeams
(Music – Jon Southwood | Lyrics- Westan James)
Steven’s wife Katie asked me to write a song about a witch while we were at the War of
the Lillies, (an historical re-enactors event) and the shining moon & twinkling fires drew
down this song instead.

Through the smoke and the glare, see her long auburn hair
As she strides through the fair in her gown
In the flickering light she’s a beautiful sight
As she captures the talk the town

She’s in search of a man with her smooth slight of hand
She will claim whom she can with a wink
And you cannot resist with a word or a fist
Once you’re magically kissed; you will sink

Between moonbeams you can see her
When the night wind drifts and blows
Between moonbeams you can love her
While the fire softly glows

Well the men push and shove all blinded with love
Each one hoping he’ll get a chance
They forget what they know when she puts on her show
Now watch them all circle and dance

And the women will glare as the men start to stare
At that glamorous snare all the while
Her men never return and it’s whispered she’ll burn
But for now, watch her turn, see her style

Between moonbeams you can see her
When the night wind drifts and blows
Between moonbeams you can love her
While the fire softly glows
Well the locals all tell of the girl from the dell
Who only is seen once a year
She comes down from the wood, and she’s up to no good
You can see in old faces a fear

When the dancing is done and the dawn marching on
And the fire and the moon burning low
She is gone with a man, last seen hand in hand
Spellbound for where we’ll never know

Between moonbeams you can see her
When the night wind drifts and blows
Between moonbeams you can love her
While the fire softly glows

 

So So Cold
(Music/Lyrics-Westan James)
Did she set him up? Or was it just coincidence?

I watch the red sun crawl up the dawn sky
And the sea is black as coal
I see you working, greet others passing
But will anyone pray for my soul
:
So, sooo cold
So, sooo cold
:
I was a young man fresh from the country
Well she was fine as lace
She said to meet her deep in the moonlight
I thought she’d be my saving grace
:
So, sooo cold
So, sooo cold
:
Now see them coming armed and forboding
Two men as rough as the sea
High on the cliff top, see swords a-flashing
You should know it’s the death of me
:
Up on the cliff top, here every morning
I watch for the girl fine as lace
I wonder duly, wind blowing through me
Was she truly my saving grace?
:
So, sooo cold
So, sooo cold
:
I watch the red sun crawl up the dawn sky
And the sea is black as coal
I see you working, greet others passing
But will anyone pray for my soul
:
So, sooo cold
So, sooo cold

 

Waiting for the Rush
(Music-Jon Southwood /Lyrics – Westan James)
A love song for Carolyn.

You see me racing up the hillside
Beating time to make the bend
Soon she’ll be walking past the Mill-site
And from the trees I’ll see her then

And all the birdsong falls to nothing
And the world begins to slow
All my senses fill with one thing
Just one breath away from now

I stand waiting for the water
As the breeze begins to shove
Bracing feet as current rises
Waiting for,
Waiting for;
The rush of love!

The rush of love!

Now I’ve seen the changing seasons
And I’ve weathered many storms
Now I know love takes all reason
And it comes in many forms

I still burn to feel the moment
I still reach to touch your hair
I confess my life has changed me
And no longer am I fair

But I stand waiting for the water
As the breeze begins to shove
Bracing feet as current rises
Waiting for,
Waiting for;
The rush of love!

The rush of love!

Icy white upon the hillside
Slowing time as snowflakes fall
Al the ice has damned the mill-site
Silver moon above us all

Winter’s heart has stole my power
And my youth is buried deep
How I need the summer of you
Now for all eternity

I stand waiting for the water
As the breeze begins to shove
Bracing feet as current rises
Waiting for,
Waiting for;
The rush of love!

The rush of love!

 

On the Road to What-May-Be
(Music/Lyrics-Westan James)
This one’s for the newest little-uns!
Taliesyn, Liam, Emily, Jacob and Shea – May the road never end.

Jump on the road to What-May-Be
We’ll travel light to reach the sea
And who can know what we may find
Is the harsh or is it kind?

On the road to What-May-Be
Take my hand run with me
Across from Near-to-Far
Turn a card, change your star

And when we’re tired
We’ll sleep past dawn
Douse the fire
And travel on
And if we thirst
Drink down the moon
Discovered joys
End all too soon

We’ll dance like gypsies
When moon is new
From flow’ry cups,
We’ll sip the dew

On the road to What-May-Be
Take my hand run with me
Across from Near-to-Far
Turn a card, change your star

When we’re hungry
We’ll steal a pie
From farmer’s window
It smells close-by

We’ll fight like pirates
And sing their songs
And if we die
It won’t last long

On the road to What-May-Be
Take my hand run with me
Across from Near-to-Far
Turn a card, change your star

So come a-rovin’
To What-May-Be
It’s that long road
Not all can see

Live for adventure!
All for one!
Here’s to the journey
Everyone!

Jump on the road to What-May-Be
Take my hand run with me
Across from Near-to-Far
Turn a card, change your star

 

The Butterfly
(Traditional)
Hmm. Seems there are no words to this instrumental song.
Weird.

 

Wylde Mountain Thyme
(Traditional)
Best bet seems to be that the words are by Francis McPeake built on
an old Scottish melody by Robert Tannahil. (1800s)
This song means a lot to all of us. Please, feel free to fall in love.

Oh the summer time is come, and the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And the wylde mountain thyme grows along the bloomin’ heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we’ll all go together to pull wylde mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather, will you go,lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower, by yon clear and crystal fountain
And in it I will pile, all the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we’ll all go together to pull wylde mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather, will you go,lassie, go?

If my true love will not go, I will surely find another
To pick wylde mountain thyme all around the bloomin’ heather
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we’ll all go together to pick wylde mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather, will you go,lassie, go?

Oh the summer time is come, and the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And the wylde mountain thyme grows along the bloomin’ heather
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we’ll all go together to pick wylde mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather, will you go,lassie, go?

 

Old Green Gown
(Music/Lyrics by George HMS Curtis the 27th)

Young tom Brown came empty handed to the party
A merrier lad you’ll never meet, but poor as the night is dark
Sweet Nancy Clancy welcomed him, it was her birthday
With no gift to give he returned with her from a short walk in the park
She was grinning slyly when I spied her dress was ruined
A long green stripe along her back from her collar and on down
That’s when I discovered a flat spot in the garden
I put two and two together, Oh! He’d given her the old green gown!

Old green gown
Come on poor boy show her that you love her!
Old green gown
Doesn’t really matter if you don’t have wealth or fame
Old green gown
Even if you can’t find two coins to rub together,
If you’ve nothing else to give her then give her the old green gown

Black Jack Wallace had never ever been a poacher
But now he’s running for his life because of one lone deer
The long armed lawmen came he had to leave the county
They caught up with him at a roadside pub and he had to leave his beer
His feet began to drag and his strength began to falter
He came upon a stately home the perfect place to hide

The wealthy widow Upcott saw him run into the stable
And watched him crawl onto the straw with the lawmen close behind
“What brings you here?” she said, “there’s nothing here but sorrow.
A lonely widow all alone and no one here but me.”
The lawmen tipped their hats and took their searching elsewhere
She went to the place where Jack had hid and told him; “You owe me.”
Poor jack emerged grateful but embarrassed
“I’ve nothing to give you for your time,” he said with a weary frown
That’s when she grabbed him and she threw him in the new-mown hay
She smiled at him and said to him, “You’ll be giving me the old green gown.”

Old green gown
Come on poor boy show her that you love her!
Old green gown
Doesn’t really matter if you don’t have wealth or fame
Old green gown
Even if you can’t find two coins to rub together,
If you’ve nothing else to give her then give her the old green gown

(Greensleeves bridge)

Not everybody will find this to their liking
This wasn’t a tale of true love or soul-mates lost at sea
These days when even simple flowers cost a fortune
It’s nice to know that even now the best things in life are free

Old green gown
Come on poor boy show her that you love her!
Old green gown
Doesn’t really matter if you don’t have wealth or fame
Old green gown
Even if you can’t find two coins to rub together,
If you’ve nothing else to give her then give her the old green gown

Old green gown
Come on poor boy show her that you love her!
Old green gown
Doesn’t really matter if you don’t have wealth or fame
Old green gown
Even if you can’t find two coins to rub together,
If you’ve nothing else to give her then give her the old green gown!

 

You’ll Never Win
(Music/Lyrics – Westan James)
The plain sad truth about love and war.

Well there’s a trick I think I now understand
A little twist between women and men
Now I’ll tell you so, I think you ought to know

No single line will work every time
A little line won’t make the sun shine
You can shake your head. Sleep in an empty bed.

If you want to unlock a heart
There’s no correct way to start
You’ll have to just spin the wheel
And say what you feel

You’ll never win.
Before you begin,
Know; you’ll never win.

So here’s the tip
To all my good friends
Yeah, that’s the tip;
That you’ll never win
Now I tell you so
I think you ought to know

When you’re right,
just accept that you’re wrong
Dead On Right
Just remember this song
Logic will never work
Argue and you’re a jerk

If you want to unlock a heart
There’s no correct way to start
You’ll have to just spin the wheel
And say what you feel

You’ll never win,
Before you begin,
Know; you’ll never win.

Even when she knows that she’s wrong
She’s right all along
She’s right and she’s wrong
Hey what’s the problem then?
What can’t you understand?

You’ll never win,
Before you begin,
Know; you’ll never win.

 

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