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The Lass with the Delicate Air
 

As I Went A Roaming

As I went a roaming one morning in springtime
As I went a roaming in the sweet of the year
Below in the greenwood a young lad did meet me
Who greeted me kindly and called me his dear

Deary deary don dairy
Oh dairy dairy dairy don dairy
Oh dairy don dairy oh called me his dear

He said you shall walk in a gown made of satin
A ring on your finger a rose in your ear
And you shall ride forth in a coach of six horses
And I'll love you truly if you'll be my dear

Deary deary don dairy
Oh dairy dairy dairy don dairy
Oh dairy don dairy oh if you'll be my dear

Then he gave me a kiss and I could not restrain him
His words were so sweet and so pleasing to hear
And so I will wed him without more delaying
Since he is my true love and I am his dear

Deary deary don dairy
Oh dairy dairy dairy don dairy
Oh dairy don dairy oh I am his dear

Deary deary don dairy
Oh dairy dairy dairy don dairy
Oh dairy don dairy oh I am his dear

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Canterbury Fair

Coming home from Canterbury fair
Coming home alone yet my fancy still is there
Bonny lads with fancy spar to free
Made me blush and yet one I fancied fancied me

For my smile he gave me love songs
For my kiss a ribbon for my hair
Coming home alone and in despair
For I left my heart there at Canterbury fair

Tis nice to walk said he to me as soon we strolled away
Tis nice to talk said I but my what could a body say
His arm was soon around me in my heart there danced a flame
For at last true love had found me
How I wished I'd asked his name

Now I'm coming home from Canterbury fair
In my heart his kiss and his ribbon in my hair
Other lads will smile and dance with me
But my heart will ache for to be his smile I see

And I know I'll ever love him
Ever hope we'll meet again somewhere
Coming home alone and in despair
For I lost my heart there at Canterbury fair
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The Floral Dance

As I walked home on a summer night
And the stars in heaven were shining bright
Far away from the footlight’s glare
Into the sweet and scented air
Of a quaint old Cornish town

Born from afar on a gentle breeze
Joining the murmur of summer sees
Distant tones of an old world dance
Played by the village band perchance
And the calm air came floating down

Thought I could hear the curious tone
Of a cornet, clarinet, and big trombone
Fiddle, cello, big base drum
Bassoon, flute, and euphonium
Far away as in a trance I heard the sound
Of a floral dance

And soon I heard such a bustling and prancing
And then I saw the whole village was dancing
In and out of the houses they came
Old folk young folk all the same
In that quaint old Cornish town

Every boy took the girl round the waist
And hurried her off in tremendous haste
Whether they knew one another I care
Not whether they cared at all I know not
But they kissed as they danced along

And there was the band with the curious tone
with the cornet, clarinet, and big trombone
Fiddle, cello, big base drum
Bassoon, flute, and euphonium
Each one making the most of his chance
All together in the floral dance

I felt so lonely standing there
And I could only stand and stare
For I had no boy with me
Lonely I should have to be
In that quaint old Cornish town

When suddenly hastening down the lane
A figure I knew I saw quite plane
With outstretched hands he came along
And carried me into that merry throng
And fiddle and all went dancing down

We danced to the band with the curious tone
With the cornet, clarinet, and big trombone
Fiddle, cello, big base drum
Bassoon, flute, and euphonium
Each one making the most of his chance
All together in the floral dance

Dancing here, prancing there
Jigging, jogging everywhere
Up and down and round the town
All together in the floral dance

All together in the floral dance!
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If My Songs Were Only Winged

My song should fly sweet and tender
Towards your garden blooming fair
If my songs were only winged
As birds are there

They should fly forth sparkling brightly
Towards your smiling happy home
If my songs were only winged
Fort like to roam

Near you still pure and most faithful
They should hasten there to roam
If my songs were only winged
If my songs were only winged
As is young love
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London Pride

London pride has been handed down to us
London pride is a flower that’s free
London pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be

Whoa, Liza see the Costa barrows
Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high
Whoa, Liza little London sparrows
Covent garden market where the Costas cry

Cockney feet mark the beat of history
Every street pins a memory down
Nothing ever could quite replace
The grace of London town

There’s a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing
Though it has a Latin name in town and countryside
We in England call it London pride

London pride has been handed down to us
London pride is a flower that’s free
London pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be

Hey, lady, when the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat
Gay, lady, Mayfair in the morning
Hear the footsteps echo in the empty street

Early rain and the pavements glistening
All park lane in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could break or harm the charm
Of London town
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Oh, the Days of the Kerry Dancing

Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the piper’s tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone alas like our youth too soon

When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer night
And the Kerry pipers tuning
Made us long with wild delight

Oh, to think of it, oh, to dream of it,
Fills my heart with tears

Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the piper’s tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone alas like our youth too soon

Time goes on and the happy years are dead
And one by one the merry hearts are fled
Silent now is the wild and lonely glen
Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again

Only dreaming of days gone by
In thy heart I hear
Loving voices of old companions
Stealing out of the past once more
And the sound of the dear old music
Soft and sweet as in days of York

When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer night
And the Kerry pipers tuning
Made us long with wild delight

Oh, to think of it, oh, to dream of it,
Fills my heart with tears

Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the pipers tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone alas like our youth too soon
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Pedro the Fisherman

Pedro the fisherman was always whistling such a merry call
Girls who are passing by would here him whistling by the harbor wall

But his sweetheart Nina who loved him true
Always knew that his song belonged to her alone
And in the evening when the lights were gleaming
And they had to part
As he sailed his boat away echoing across the bay
Came the tune that lingered in her heart

So they wandered hand in hand you in love understand
Why it was he whistled all the day
When they kissed and said goodnight as she waved him out of sight
She could hear that whistle all the way

The days of dreaming quickly passed and life goes rushing on
And one day from the harbor wall she found his boat had gone
He'd sailed away to find the gold the sea could never bring
To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan, and a ring

One day her father said to her oh, dearest daughter mine
You never make a lot from fish you make much more from wine
The Miguel is rather fat his vineyard’s doing well
So marry him and let your dreams of Pedro go to hell

The organ peels the choir boys sing
The priest is ready with the book and ring
So small and white here comes the bride
And stands by suave Miguel’s side

Will you have this man to be your lawful spouse eternally
And suddenly the church is still they wait to hear her say I will
When through the open doorway there, a far off sound disturbs the air

Suddenly she found her man, from the church out she ran
There he was upon the harbor wall
Down rushed the wedding guests upon the key side
But the bride had gone
As with love she sailed away
Echoing across the bay
Came the happy ending to her song
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Tally Ho!

There's a sound of galloping over the hill
And the huntsmen's horn rings merry and shrill

See, here they come with a view haloo
Hounds and horses and huntsman too

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping,
galloping, galloping, galloping by

The horses trample the hounds they bay
The riders’ coats are scarlet and gay

Ho! the young’s to the the huntsmen cry
Say have you seen the fox go by?

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping,
Galloping, galloping, galloping by

I look as stupid as I can be
And never a word do they get from me

Until the anger they shake the reign
And start the rollicking hunt again

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping,
galloping, galloping, galloping by

For would I be telling no not I
That I saw the fox go wearily by

Wearily panting, worn and spent
Would I be telling the way it went

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
No not I
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The Lass With the Delicate Air

Young Molly who lived at the foot of the hill
Who's fame every virgin with envy doth feel
Of beauty is blessed with and so ample a share
Then call her the lass with the delicate air

With the delicate air
Men call her the lass with the delicate air

By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed
A chaplet come oozing the fair one was laid
Surprised and transported, I could not forbear
With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

On her delicate air
With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

A thousand times over I repeated my suit
But still the tormentor affects to be mute
Then tell me he swains who have conquered the fair

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air
With the delicate air
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air

These Precious Things

The forest glade so green and cool
Pine trees there on yonder hill
The lazy trout in sunlit pool
The summer night when all is still

The scent of roses in the breeze
The gentle humming of the bees
The woodland flowers so soft to touch
These precious things I love so much

I love to scorn the thought of gaining wealth
I want it not
I set no store by gold or rubies or pearls
I want them not
Simple things bring lasting happiness
For more than these simple things my heart will ever please

To saunter down a country lane
A stroll beside the moonlit see
To see the fields of gold and grain
The cattle grazing on the little

Watch the newborn lambs a play
The fragrant scent of new moon hay
The falling leaves at autumn’s touch
These are the things
The precious things I love so much
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To a Wild Rose

Slender flower, tender flower
Gossamer and airy
Every eye seeks thee
Where the hedge grows

Slender thing, tender thing
Fashioned by a fairy
One folk love thee
Little wild rose

When the winter’s gone
Spring is heard a calling
Therein what a world is fair
Love is in the air

Slender flower, tender flower
Gossamer and airy
Every eye seeks thee
Where the hedge grows

When the winter’s passed
Come the days enthralling
April’s here at last
Spring is heard a-calling
Awake wild warm wild rose
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Where’er You Walk

Where'er you walk
Cool gale shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Where'er you walk
Cool gale shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Where'er you tread
The blushing flowers shall rise
And all things flourish
And all things flourish

Where'er you turn your eyes
Where'er you turn your eyes
Where'er you turn your eyes

Where'er you walk
Cool gale shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Where'er you walk
Cool gale shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade



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