dinsdag 1 september 2015
Adieu sweet lovely Nancy
Adieu, sweet lovely Nancy, ten thousand times
adieu
I'm a-going round the ocean, love, to seek for
something new
Come change your ring with me, dear girl, come
change your ring with me,
For it might be a token of true love while I
am on the sea.
When I am far upon the sea, who knows not
where I am
Kind letters I will write to you from every
foreign land
The secrets of your heart, dear girl, are the
best of my good will
So let my body be where it might, my heart is
with you still.
There's a heavy storm arising, see how it
comes around
While we poor sailors are on the sea,
a-fighting for the crown
Our officer commanded us, and him we must obey
Expecting every moment all to get cast away.
There are tinkers, tailors, and shoemakers,
lie snoring in their sleep
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are
a-plowing through the deep
There's nothing to defend us, love, nor to
keep us from the cold
On the ocean wide, where we must bide like
jolly seamen bold.
But when the wars are over, there'll be peace
on every shore
We will drink to our wives and our children,
and the girls that we adore
We'll call for liquor merrily, and spend our money free
And when the money it is all gone, we'll
boldly go to sea.
So adieu, sweet lovely Nancy, ten thousand
times adieu
I'm a-going round the ocean, love, to seek for
something new
Come change your ring with me, dear girl, come
change your ring with me,
For it might be a token of true love while I
am on the sea.
vrijdag 28 augustus 2015
Tønder Festival 2015
Tønder Festival, een prachtig festival voor folk muziek.
dinsdag 11 augustus 2015
Little Fishes tijdens de Eilandvijfdaagse
Gespeeld bij Paal 13 en bij De Boerderij in Ballum, terwijl de wandelaars en fietsers even uitpuffen en de lekkerste slagroomsoes van de Boerderij eten.
maandag 10 augustus 2015
Tønder Festival
We gaan er over posten op Waddenpost en als het trekharmonica betreft ook hier.
www.waddenpost.nl
Raglan Road
Lyrics:
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
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