I am a maid that's deep in love
But, yes, I can complain
I have in this world but one true love
and Jimmy is his name.
And if I do not find my love
I'll mourn most constantly
And I'll find and follow Jimmy thro'
The lands of liberty.
Then I'll put up my yellow hair
Men's clothing I'll wear on
I'll sign to a bold sea captain
My passage I'll work for free
And I'll find and follow Jimmy thro'
The lands of liberty.
One night upon the raging sea
As we were going to bed,
The captain cried farewell my boy
I wish you were a maid
Your rosy cheeks, your ruby lips
They are enticing me,
And I wish dear God with all my heart
A maid you were to me.
Then hold your tongue dear captain,
Such talk is all in vain.
And if the sailors find it out
They'll laugh and make much game.
For when we reach Columbia shore
Some prettier girls you'll find,
And you'll laugh and sing and court with them
For courting you are inclined.
It was not three days after
Our ship it reached the shore.
Adieu my loving captain
Adieu for evermore.
For once I was a sailor on sea
But now I'm a maid on the shore,
So adieu to you and all your crew
With you I'll sail no more.
Come back, come back my own pretty maid,
Come back and marry me,
I have ten thousand pounds in gold
And that I'll give to thee,
So come back, come back my own pretty maid,
Come back and marry me.
Chorus: All around my hat I will wear the green willow
All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love who's far far away
Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
The other night he brought me a fine diamond ring
But he thought to have deprived me of a far better thing
But I being careful like lovers ought to be
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
Chorus
Here's a half a pound of reasons, and a quarter pound of sense
A small sprig of time and as much of prudence
You mix them all together and you will plainly see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
Chorus
Chorus: We are the Little Folk - We!
Too little to love or to hate.
But leave us alone and you'll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood.
We are the rot at the root.
We are the taint in the blood.
We are the thorn in the foot!
Rome never looks where she treads; always her
heavy hoofs fall --
On our stomachs, our hearts, and our heads.
And Rome never hears when we bawl.
Her soldiers pass on -- that is all. We
gather behind them in hordes
To plot to reconquer the Wall, with only our
tongues for our swords.
Singing:
Chorus
Mistletoe killing an oak; Rats gnawing cables
in two
Moths making holes in a cloak -- how they must
love what they do.
Yes, and we Little Folk, too, we are as busy
as they
Working our works out of view -- Watch, and you'll
see them some day!
No indeed! We are not strong. But
we know Peoples who are.
Yes, and we'll guide them along to smash and
destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same? Yes,
we have always been slaves,
But you -- you will die of the shame,
And then we will dance on your graves!
Singing:
Chorus
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis
speaking
The harp through it playing has language for
me
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a mem'ry, as freely I roam
With soft whispers laden, its leaves rustle o'er
me;
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer
I only can brook on the past and its brightness,
The dead I have mourned are again living there
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet
me
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there looking downward to greet
me,
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
Chorus: Awake, awake oh northern wind
Blow on my garden fair
Let my lover come to me
And tell me of his care
For now the winter it is past
Likewise the drops of rain
Come lie in the valley of lilies
List' the roses of the plain
He took me to a garden fair
And there he lay me down
His left hand lay beneath my head
His right did me surround
His eyes were palms by water brooks
His fingers runs of gold
His head upon my breast did lie
His love did me enfold
Her hair is like a flock of goats
Upon the mountain side
Her breasts are like the grapes upon
The vine where I shall bide
Her mouth is sweeter far than wine
And warm to my embrace
No mountain side can hide my love
No veil conceal her face
My lover's hand was on the door
My belly stirred within
My fingers wet with myrrh
I pulled the bolt to let him in
With my own hands I opened
But I found I was alone
My soul failed for my lover had
Withdrawn himself and gone
I'll get me to a mount of myrrh
In myrrh I'll lay me down
For waters cannot quench my love
In floods it cannot drown
My love is clear as the sun
She's fair as the moon
Oh stir not up nor waken love
Lest it should come to soon
Chorus
I prithee, an thou hast enjoyed rest and merriment whilst pausing at
the Gallery, scribe thy thoughts to the good gentle below.
songsmith@oocities.com
Scribed this 28th day of October, 1998
Except for where otherwise noted, all works and
character concepts are Copyrighted 1997
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