Small Fish

by Emily Groff

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Folk harp, folk songs, love, lust, a little gore, a touch of the Raffi, and a brief appearance by a Tibetan singing bowl

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released November 15, 2011

Recording/mixing/mastering by Mike Freeman

Special thanks to my String Replacement Patrons: Art and Mary Ann Hanlon, Peter and Avra Morgan, Mary Beth Groff, Pablo Cohn, Andy Morgan, Mari Duke, David Denz, Tom and Terrie Leake, and Weathervane Press.

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Harp and voice
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Track Name: Barney and Katie
Twas a cold winter night and the tempest was snarlin'
The snow like a sheet covered cabin and sty
When Barney flew over the hills to his darlin'
And tapped at her window where Katie did lie

Jewel, said he, are ye sleepin' or wakin'
The night's bitter cold and my coat it is thin
The storm is a brewin', the frost is a bakin'
Katie mavourneen, you must let me in

Barney, said she, and she spoke at the window
How can ye be takin' me out of my bed?
To come at this time is a sin and a shame, too
It's whiskey not love that's got into your head

If your heart it was pure of my fame you'd be tender
Consider the time and there's nobody in
What has a poor girl but her name to defend her?
No, Barney mavourneen, I won't let you in

Acushla, said he, it's my eye is a fountain
That weeps for the wrong I might lay at your door
Your name is as a white as the snow on the mountain
Barney would die to preserve it as pure

I'll go to my home though the winter winds face me
I'll whistle them off, for I'm happy within
The words of my Katie will comfort and bless me
"Barney mavourneen, I won't let you in"
Track Name: Auld Lang Syne
We twa hae rin aboot the braes
And pu'ed the gowans fine
We've wandered many's a weary fit
Since auld lang syne

We twa hae paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun 'til dine
But seas between us brade hae roared
Since auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought tae mind
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake o' auld lang syne

So here's a hand, my trusty fier
And gies a hand o' thine
We'll drink a right guid willy waught
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, m'dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Track Name: Lark in the Morning
The lark in the morning rises off her nest
And flies all up into the air with the dew upon her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
And flies home in the evening with the dew all on her wings

Oh Roger, the ploughboy, he is a bonny blade
A whistlin' and singin' he goes through yon green glade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
And she's far more enticing than the birds all in the air

As they were comin' home from the rakes of the town
The night it bein' pleasant and the grass had been cut down
Well she did chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
It's kiss me now or never, love, the bonny lass did say

So here's a health to the ploughboy wherever he may be
It is likely you will find him with a lass upon his knee
And here's to handsome Susan, remembering the day
She happened for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Track Name: Bogie's Bonny Belle
Ae Whitsun day in Huntley toon, it's there I did agree
Wi' Bogie o' Cairnie a six month for tae fee
Tae drive his twa best horses, tae cairt and harry and ploo
And dae onything aboot farmwork that I very well can do

Noo Bogie he had a daughter, her name was Isabelle
She was the lily o' the valley and the primrose o' the dell
And when she went oot walking, she chose me for her guide
Doon by the burn o' Cairnie tae watch the sma' fish glide

When three lang months had passed and gane this lassie's lost her bloom
The red fell frae her rosy cheeks and her tears cam tumblin' doon
When nine lang months had passed and gane she brought forth tae me a son
And I was quickly sent for tae see what could be done

Well I offered for tae marry her, but ah that would nae dae
He said yer no' a match for my bonny Belle and she's no' a match for ye
Then he send me packin' doon the road wi' nae a penny o' me fee
So a' ye lads o' Huntleyside, a lang fareweel tae ye

Noo she's married tae a tinker lad wha' comes frae Huntleyside
He plays faither tae me bonny bairn and husband tae me bride
And mebbe she's gotten a better match, auld Bogie cannae tell
But I was first tae win the hairt o' Bogie's Bonny Belle
Track Name: Thanks a Lot
Thanks a lot
Thanks for the sun in the sky
Thanks a lot
Thanks for the clouds so high

Thanks a lot
Thanks for the whispering wind
Thanks a lot
Thanks for the birds in spring

Thanks a lot
Thanks for the moonlit night
Thanks a lot
Thanks for the stars so bright

Thanks a lot
Thanks for the wonder in me
Thanks a lot
Thanks for the way I feel

Thanks for the animals
Thanks for the land
Thanks for the people everywhere

Thanks a lot
Thanks for all I've got
Thanks for all I've got
Track Name: The Cruel Mother
There was a lady lived in York
Oh the rose and the lindsay-o
She fell in with her father's clerk
Down by the greenwood sidey-o

She loved him up, she loved him down...
She loved him 'till he filled her arms...

She leaned her back against an oak...
And first it bent and then it broke...

She leaned her back against a thorn...
And there she had two pretty babes born...

She pulled out her wee penknife...
And she took those fine babe's lives...

She buried them beneath a stone...
And thought to go a maiden home...

As she rode back to her father's hall..
She spied two babes a playin' at ball...

Oh babes, oh babes, if you were mine...
I'd dress you up in scarlet fine...

Oh mother, oh mother, when we were yours...
Scarlet was our own heart's blood...

Seven years a fish in the flood...
Seven years a bird in the wood...

Seven years a tongue in the tolling bell...
And seven years in the flames of hell...

Oh come oh come, the fish in the flood...
Oh come oh come, the bird in the wood...

Oh come oh come, the tongue in the tolling bell...
But God save me from the flames of hell...

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