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My Son John
My son John was tall and slim
He had a leg for every limb
But now he’s got no legs at all
For he run a race with a cannonball
With me roo dum dar for the diddle dar
Whack for the riddle with me roo rum dar
Oh were you drunk or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind
Or was it sailing on the sea
Wore your two fine legs right down to the knee
With me roo dum dar for the diddle dar
Whack for the riddle with me roo rum dar
No I was not drunk and I wasn’t blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
But a cannonball on the fifth of May
Took me two fine legs from the knees away
With me roo dum dar for the diddle dar
Whack for the riddle with me roo rum dar
For I was tall I was slim
And I had a leg for every limb
But now I’ve got no legs at all
They were both shot away by a cannonball.
With me roo dum dar for the diddle dar
Whack for the riddle with me roo rum dar
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The Fowler
05:27
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The Fowler
Come all you young fellows that follow the gun
I’ll have you not go out by the light of the sun
For young Jimma was a fowler and a-fowling all alone
When he shot his own true love in the room of a swan
Then it’s home went young Jimma with his dog and his gun
Saying uncle dear uncle do you see what I’ve done
Oh cursed be that old gunsmith who made me my gun
For I’ve been and shot me true love in the room of a swan
Then out came his uncle with his locks hanging grey
Saying Jimma dear Jimma don’t you run away
And don’t you leave your own country till your trial it come on
For you never will be hanged for the shooting of a swan
All the girls in this country they’re all glad we know
For to see pretty Polly and lying so low
Oh you could pile them into a mountain you could line them all in a row
And her beauty would shine among them like a fountain of snow
Now the trial it came on and pretty Polly did appear
Saying uncle dear uncle let Jimma go clear
For with me apron thrown over me he took me for a swan
And his own love lay bleeding for it was Polly his own
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The Choice Wife
01:57
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The Unquiet Grave
04:17
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The Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind o’er my true love
Cold blow the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in the green wood she lies slain
I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I’ll sit and weep down by her grave
For twelve months and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
The dead girl she did speak
What makes you weep down by my grave
And will not let me sleep
One kiss of your clay-cold lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss of your clay-cold lips
And return back to your grave
My lips are cold as clay
My breath is earthy strong
If you kiss my clay-cold lips
Your days would not be long
Down in yonder garden green
Where we used to walk
The finest flower of them all
Is withered to a stalk
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The Lyke Wake Dirge
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The Ship in Distress
04:19
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The Ship in Distress
You seamen bold who plough the ocean
See dangers landsmen never know
Tis not for honour or promotion
No tongue can tell what they undergo
In the blusterous wind and the great dark water
Our ship went drifting on the sea
Her rigging gone and her rudder broken
Which brought us to extremity
For fourteen days hot sore and hungry
Seeing but wild water and bitter sky
Poor fellows all stood in a totter
A-casting lots as to who should die
Their lot it fell on Robert Jackson
Whose family was so great
I’m free to die but oh me comrades
Let me keep lookout till the break of day
A full dressed ship like the sun a-glittering
Came bearing down to their relief
As soon as this glad news was shouted
It banished all their care and grief
Our ship brought to no longer drifting
Safe in St Vincent Cape Verde she lay
You seamen all who hear my story
Pray you’ll ne’er suffer the like again
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The Jones Boys Sandwich, UK
The Jones Boys play an exciting blend of mostly traditional music from Ireland, England, Shetland, Scotland, Brittany,
Sweden, Bulgaria and beyond!
The current line up is:
Sam Sloan – button accordion, anglo concertina, keyboards, trumpet and vocals;
Gordon Jackson – vocals, octave mandola, low whistle and percussion.
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