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Hartwell
Horn
Lyrics
Captain
Grant
'Twas
in the Pleasant Month of May
L'Orsque
J'Etais Jeune Fille
It
Was a Lover and His Lass
I
Went to the Market to Buy a Cock
The
Widow and the Devil
The
White Cockade
Simon
the King
Dido
Bendigo
Johnny
Sands
Reynard
the Fox
Sing
Ho to the Green Wood
Captain
Grant
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
My name is Captain Grant
I am bound to say
I'm one of them bold heroes
Found on the highway
With a brace of pistols
And my bright long sword
"Stand and deliver" was always my word
Now to do the dirty act
I had always scorned
But taking from the rich
- I thought it no harm
I went collecting I did cash secure
One half I spent and the other
I gave to the poor
For I saw the people starve
Down in Truro Drive
I found myself some faire ones
And did them supply
In pleasant company I spent my store
When it was gone I went
Boldly collecting more
My name is Captain Grant
I am bound to say
I'm one of them bold heroes
Found on the highway
With a brace of pistols
And my bright long sword
"Stand and deliver" was always my word
Off to Edinburgh town then
I made my way good
And I took up my lodging
That night in a wood
But there was a woman there
Who did me betray
I was surrounded as asleep I did lay
I was surrounded - and away I could not get
I flew to pistols but my powder was wet
In dark misfortune I gave myself up
To that noted hero lord Natty Take up
My name is Captain Grant
I am bound to say
I'm one of them bold heroes
Found on the highway
With a brace of pistols
And my bright long sword
"Stand and deliver" was always my word
Then off to Edinburgh jail then
I was passed along
And there I was confined
'Til my trial it came on
Was sentenced to be hanged
For shooting at the king
But I had my hand in naught but robbery
My name is Captain Grant
I am bound to say
I'm one of them bold heroes
Found on the highway
With a brace of pistols
And my bright long sword
"Stand and deliver" was always my word
Then off to Edinburgh jail then
I was passed along
And there I was confined
'Til my trial it came on
God bless my wife and child
May they never want
May the lord have mercy on the soul
Of poor Captain Grant
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I
Went to the Market to Buy a Cock
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
I went to the Market to buy a cock
And this cock did very well please me
Every time I fed my cock I fed him all under a tree
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a hen
And this hen did very well please me
Every time I fed my hen I fed her all under a tree
And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a duck
And this duck did very well please me
Every time I fed my duck I fed her all under a tree
And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a goose
And this goose did very well please me
Every time I fed my goose I fed her all under a tree
And the goose went gaggle
And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a pig
And this pig did very well please me
Every time I fed my pig I fed her all under a tree
And the pig went 'grunt'
And the goose went gaggle
And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a sheep
And this sheep did very well please me
Every time I fed my sheep I fed her all under a tree
And the sheep went 'baaa'
And the pig went 'grunt'
And the goose went gaggle
And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a cow
And this cow did very well please me
Every time I fed my cow I fed her all under a tree
And the cow went 'mooo'
And the sheep went 'baaa'
And the pig went 'grunt'
And the goose went gaggle
And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
I went to the Market to buy a wife
And this wife did very well please me
Every time I fed my wife I fed her all under a tree
And me wife went 'dammit'
And the cow went 'mooo'
And the sheep went 'baaa'
And the pig went 'grunt'
And the goose went gaggle
And the duck went quack
And the hen went cackle
And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do
And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
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It
Was a Lover and His Lass
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no
With a hey nonni nonni no
That o'er the green cornfields did pass
In springtime, in springtime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing
Hey ring a ding a ding
Hey ring a ding a ding
Hey ring a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
Between the acres of rye
With a hey and a ho
And a hey nonni no
With a hey nonni nonni no
These pretty country folks would lie
In springtime in springtime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing
Hey ring a ding a ding
Hey ring a ding a ding
Hey ring a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
And therefore take the present time
With a hey and a ho
And a hey nonni no
With a hey nonni nonni no
For love is crowned with the prime
In springtime, in springtime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
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Johnny
Sands
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
Johnny Sands he was a fine young man
And he married a lady gay
Though she brought him gold and she brought him land
She proved him a terrible plague
From night 'til morn she'd curse and moan
She was full of caprice and whim
'Til he has said he was tired of life
For she was tired of him
Right fal –la—right fa larum fa larum
For she was tired of him
Oh says he, "I think I'll go drown myself
In the river that runs below She says,
"I wish you would you silly old sot I've wished it
long ago."
Says he, "I'll stand all on the bank and you go up
the hill
Then you can come down and push me in."
She says, "My love, I will."
Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum
She says, "My love, I will."
"Oh but just in case I should lose me courage
And try to save me life
You must tie me hands behind me back."
"I will" then says his wife
So she's tied him fast as fast can be
And when he's securely bound
Well she goes up to the top of the hill
And she commence to run
Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum
And she commence to run
Down the hill came running his loving bride
Rushing with all her force
For to push him in but he jumped aside
She fell in of course
Then splashing dashing like a fish
"Come save me Johnny Sands."
He says, "I would. You surely know I would.
But you have tied me hands.
Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum
But you have tied me hands."
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L'Orsque
J'Etais Jeune Fille
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
L'orsque j'etais jeune fille, J'etais bien jolie,
gai
Il n'y avait pas beaucoup, De fille comme moi, gai
Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite,
Maint'nant je ne suis plus, La belle que j'etait
Quand arriva pour moi l'age, De me marier, gai
Il y avait bien des jeune, Dont flambaient les yeux, gai
Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite-o
Au jourd'hui, jamais plus, Les yeux ne vont vers moi
Ah, que je marchais donc vite, Alland aux pardon, gais
Toutes mes jolies parures, Ne me pesaient pas, gais
Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite-o
Maint'nant je ne suis plus, Rien qu'un pauvre debris
L'orsque j'etais jeune fille, J'etais bien jolie,
gai
Il n'y avait pas beaucoup, De fille comme moi, gai
Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite,
Maint'nant je ne suis plus, La belle que j'etait
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Simon
the King
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
One day it entered my mind
That I should go up and down
No company could I find
'Til I came to the sign of the crown
The barman was sick with the mumps
The maid was ill at her ease
The tapster was drunk - in the dumps
And they all had one disease:
Drink shall make a man drunk
Drunk shall make a man dry
Dry shall make a man sick
And sick shall make a man die
Says old Sir Simon the king
Old Sir Simon the king
With his ale drop toes
And his mumsy nose
Sing hey ding ding-a ding ding
But if a man should be drunk tonight
And laid in his grave tomorrow
Can you or anyone say
That he died of care and sorrow?
So hang all sorrow and care
They say that it killed the cat
Let any man drink–all right!
And he's never a-feared of that
For drinking shall make a man quaff
Quaffing shall make a man sing
Singing shall make a man laugh
And laughter long life shall bring!
Says old Sir Simon the king
Old Sir Simon the king
With his ale drop toes
And his mumsy nose
Sing hey ding ding-a ding ding
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Sing
Ho to the Green Wood
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
Sing ho, to the green wood now let us go
Sing hey and ho
And there shall we find both buck and doe
Sing hey and ho
The hart, the hind and the little pretty roe
Sing hey and ho
The
Widow and the Devil
Mick Ryan, arranged by Pint and Dale
High upon a lonely moor
A widow lived alone
An inn she kept and e'er she slept
The pillow heard her moan
"Oh, many is the traveler
Who's spent the night with me,
But there's not a man in all creation
Gives content to me.
For some might manage once or twice
And some might three or four
But it seems to me the rarity
Is the man who can do more.
I'll do anything to find him,
In heaven or in hell"
And as these words were spoken,
There rang her front door bell
And the wind blew cold and lonely
All across that widow's moor
And she never, ever turned away
A traveler from her door
Boldly the widow ran down the stairs
And the door flung open wide
And as she did a tall and handsome
Stranger stepped inside
She gave him bread and brandy
And when that he was fed
He said, "My dear, well have no fear,
It's time to go to bed.
For I heard you call away down below
And I've come to see you right
But you must come to hell with me
If I can last the night."
She said, "You horny devil,
To your bargain I'll agree,
For hell on earth or hell in hell
It's all the same to me."
So the widow and the devil fell into bed
And the devil was working well
And he thought before the night was out
She'd be his in hell
But when they came to number nine,
The widow cried, "Encore!"
And when they came to number twelve
She boldly called for more
At twenty five the poor devil
Felt compelled to take a rest
The widow she said, "Come raise your head
And put me to the test!"
At sixty-nine the widow laughed,
"Again! Again!" she cried
And the devil he said, "Well I can see
Just how your husband died."
At ninety-nine the poor devil
He began to moan and weep
Oh, he said, "I'll give you anything
If you'll only let me sleep!"
Before the morning light was up
The devil hobbled home
And the widow still not satisfied
Once more was left alone.
Well, she lay there and she grumbled
As she thought of ninety-nine
"If only that old devil
Could have made it one more time.
With a little more application
He might make it to the ton.
"I'll call him up again tonight
To see what might be done,
But when she called to him that night
No devil he did appear
For the first time in eternity
The old devil he shook with fear
"Of all the pain and torment
I've witnessed here in hell,
Well I never knew what pain was
Till I rang her front door bell!"
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The
White Cockade
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
'Twas on one Sunday morning
As I walked o'er the moss,
I had no thought of enlisting,
Till some soldiers did me cross.
They kindly did invite me to a flowing bowl in town
They advanced me (they advanced me)
They advanced me (they advanced me)
Some money, ten shillings from the crown.
Oh yes, my love's enlisted
And he wears the white cockade,
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade.
He is a handsome young man, and he's gone to serve the king
And my very (And my very)
And my very (And my very)
Heart is aching all for the love of him.
Oh yes my love is handsome
And comely for to see
But through some sad misfortune a soldier now is he
May the very man that 'listed him may he suffer night and
day.
And I wish that (And I wish that)
And I wish that (And I wish that)
The Hollanders would sink him in the sea.
Oh may he never prosper, and may he never thrive
At anything he takes in hand for as long as he's alive.
May the very ground he walks on, the grass refuse to grow
Since he has been (Since he has been)
Since he has been (Since he has been)
The source of my sorrow, grief and woe.
Then he took out his handkerchief
To wipe her flowing eyes,
Leave off these lamentations, likewise these mournful cries.
Leave off these lamentations while I march o'er the plains,
We'll be married (We'll be married)
We'll be married (We'll be married)
In the springtime when I return again.
Oh yes, my love's enlisted,
And for him I will rove
I'll carve his name on every tree that buds in yonder grove.
Where the huntsman he do holler and the hounds do sweetly cry
To remind me (To remind me)
To remind me (To remind me)
Of my ploughboy until the day I die.
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'Twas
in the Pleasant Month of May
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
'Twas in the pleasant month of May,
In the springtime of the year,
And down in yonder meadow
There runs a river clear.
See how the little fishes,
How they do sport and play;
Causes many a lad and many a lass
To go there a-making hay.
Then in comes the scythesman,
That meadow to mow down,
With his old leathered bottle
And the ale that runs so brown.
There's many a stout and a laboring man
Goes there his skill to try;
He works, he mows, he sweats, he blows,
And the grass cuts very dry.
Then in comes both Tom and Dick
With their pitchforks and their rakes,
And likewise black-eyed Susan
The hay all for to make.
There's a sweet, sweet, sweet and a jug, jug, jug;
How the harmless birds do sing
From the morning to the evening
As we were a-haymaking.
It was just at one evening
As the sun was a-going down,
We saw the jolly piper
Come a-strolling through the town.
There he pulled out his tabor and pipes
And he made the valleys ring;
So we all put down our rakes and forks
And we left off haymaking.
We called for a dance
And we tripped it along;
We danced all round the haycocks
Till the rising of the sun.
When the sun did shine such a glorious light,
How the harmless birds did sing;
Each lad he took his lass in hand
And went back to his haymaking.
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Dido
Bendigo
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
Well, as I was a walking one morning last autumn
I overheard some nobles foxhunting
Between some noblemen and the Duke of Wellington
It was early just as the day was dawning.
There was Dido, Bendigo, Gentry he was there-o
Traveler he never looked behind him.
There was Countess, Rover, Bonnie Lass and Jover
These were the hounds that could find him.
Well the first fox being young and
His trials just beginning
He's made straight way for his cover
He's run up the highest hill
And along the lowest rill
Thinking that he'd find his freedom there forever.
Well the next fox being old,
And his trials past the dawning
He's made straight way for the river
Well the fox he did jump in
But a hound jumped after him
It was traveler who straited him forever.
Well they run across the plain
But they soon returned again
The fox and the hounds never failing
It's been just twelve months today,
Since I heard the squire say,
Hark, forward then me brave hounds forever.
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Reynard
the Fox
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale
A good many gentlemen take great delight
In hunting bold Reynard the fox
For the very best foods I do eat in the night
And I dine upon fat geese and ducks
In ash pit and copse I did lie
And I lived an extraordinary rate
Picking the bones of young lambs
Till the farmers they all me did hate
All for the king's horses and hounds they did send
And the huntsmen they swore I must die
They made all the hair on my coat stand on end
And they caused me from my young ones to fly
All down stony lanes they did run me
And I gave them a very good chase
When I entered the woods I did pause for a breath
And the hounds they drew closer a pace
All through the wild woods they did chase and did gain
And the gamekeeper saw me go by
They chased me out into the wide-open plane
And 'twas there that he fired at my thigh
All in stony plains they did kill me
All the bloodthirsty dogs they did follow
They tore my old coat into pieces
And they caused the brave huntsmen to "halloo"
Now pardon me sportsmen for spoiling your game
But the dogs they have caused me to die
Your farmers at home rest easy tonight
For your flocks are all safe for the time
Now that bold Reynard is dead
You'll all go to the dolphin and dine
And dip my forefoot in a bumper
And drink the king's health in good wine
You farmers at home rest easy tonight
For my turn at night hunting's gone by
But I've left little brothers of mine to remain
Who love young lambs far better than I
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