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No Earthly Man, Alasdair Roberts
No Earthly Man
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 50:01  
Size, Mb: 56,18  
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158

 
Price for album: 0.64 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Lord Ronald Lyrics
Oh, where have you been to, Lord Ronald, my son?
Oh, where have you been to, my handsome young man?
I've been to the green wood
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

What had ye for dinner, Lord Ronald, my son?
What had ye for dinner, my handsome young man?
I had eels boiled in broth
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

Oh, where did they come from, Lord Ronald, my son?
Oh, where did they from, my handsome young man?
From my father's black ditch
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

Oh, where are your bloodhounds, Lord Ronald, my son?
Oh, where are your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?
They swelled and they died
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

I fear you are poisoned, Lord Ronald, my son
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man
Oh, yes, I am poisoned
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And I fain would lie down

What do you leave to your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What do you leave to your brother, my handsome young man?
My gold watch and chain
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

What do you leave to your father, Lord Ronald, my son?
What do you leave to your father, my handsome young man?
My gold and my lambs
Mother, make my bed soon
For I'm weary 'o hunting
And fain would lie down

What do you leave to your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What do you leave to your sweetheart, my handsome young man?
I'll leave her the robe
And the high gallows tree
And let her hang there
For the poisoning of me
07:52 141 7,93 0.10
2
Molly Bawn Lyrics
Come all you young fathers that handle a gun,
Beware of night-rambling by the setting of the sun.
And beware of an accident that happened of late,
To young Molly Bawn, and sad was her fate.

She was going to her uncle's, when a shower came on.
She went under a green bush, the shower to shun.
With her white apron 'round her, he took her for a swan,
And he shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun.

He ran to his father, with his gun in his hand,
Crying, "Father, dear Father, I have shot Molly Bawn!
I have shot that fair damsel, I have taken the life
Of the one I intended to take as my wife."

"She was going to her uncle's, when a shower came on.
She went under a green bush, the shower to shun.
With her white apron 'round her, I took her for a swan,
And I shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun."

Oh, Jimmy, dear Jimmy, do not run away.
Do not leave your own country till your trial day.
Do not leave your own country till your trial come on,
For they never will hang you for the loss of that swan.

The night before Molly's funeral, her ghost did appear,
Crying, "Uncle, dear Uncle, let Jimmy go clear.
I was going to my uncle's when a shower came on.
I went under a green bush, the shower to shun.
With my white apron 'round me, he took me for a swan.
Won't you tell him he's forgiven, by his own Molly Bawn?"
06:33 166 7,78 0.10
3
The Cruel Mother Lyrics 06:47 161 7,79 0.10
4
On The Banks Of Red Roses Lyrics
When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
That I was a rambler, and easy led astray.
Before that I would work, I would rather sport and play
With my Johnny on the banks for red roses.

On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat down.
He took out his tuning books to play his love a tune.
In the middle of the tune, his love got up and cried,
Saying, "Johnny, Johnny, will you go on and leave me."

And they walked, and they talked, till they came up to a cave,
Where the night before, her Johnny, he'd been digging at her grave.
Where the night before, her Johnny, he'd been digging at her grave.
On the bonny, bonny banks of red roses.

"Oh Johnny, dearest Johnny, that grave's not meant for me."
"Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be.
Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be."
And he's laid her down low on red roses.

That night while walking home, his heart was full of fear,
And everyone he met, he thought it was his dear.
And everyone he met, he thought it was his dear
He had slain on the banks of red roses.
04:13 149 4,47 0.10
5
The Two Brothers Lyrics 09:14 162 10,62 0.10
6
Admiral Cole Lyrics 03:06 190 4,20 0.10
7
Sweet William Lyrics
Oh Father, Father, come build me a boat,
That o'er this ocean wide I may float,
And every ship that I chance to meet,
I will inquire for my William sweet.

We had not sailed for half an hour,
Before we met a man-o-war.
Oh, Captain, Captain, come tell me true,
Does my boy William sail onboard with you?

What color suits did your William wear?
What was the colour of your true love's hair?
He had a suit of the royal blue,
And you would know him for his heart was true.

Then your boy William, I'm sad to say,
That he was drowned the other day.
On yonder island that we passed by,
Twas there we laid to rest your sailor boy.

She wrung her hands and she tore her hair,
She was a young lady in great despair.
Oh father, father, how can I go on?
How can I live now that my William's gone?

I'll sit me down and I'll write me a song,
I'll write it neat and I'll write it long,
And in every line I will shed a tear,
And in every line I will set my William dear.

I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain,
I wish I was a young maid again.
But a maid again I will never be,
Till apples grow on an orange tree.

But a maid, a maid I will never be,
Till apples grow on an orange tree.
04:45 135 4,56 0.10
8
A Lyke Wake Dirge Lyrics 07:34 163 8,82 0.10