Song and the Single Girl

by Emily Groff

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Songs of love, lust, longing and gore.

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released August 1, 2002

Emily Groff: harp, guitar, crystal goblets and vocals
David Denz: flute
Bruce Haedt: classical guitar and additional vocals
Carol Anspach: additional vocals
Karena Prater: additional vocals

Sound engineering by Eddie Jay Williams of Full Circuit Sound

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Track Name: Jock o' Hazeldean/Well May the World Go
Why weep ye by the tide, Lady
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye tae my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride
And ye shall be his bride, Lady
Sae comely tae be seen
But aye, she let a tear doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean

Ah, let this willfull grief be done
And dry your cheek sae pale
My son is Earl o' Errington
And Laird o' Langleydale
His step is first in peaceful hall
His sword in battle keen
But aye, she let a tear doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean

For chain o' gold ye shall nae lack
Nor ribbons tae bind yer hair
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk
Nor palfrey fresh and fair
And ye the foremost of them all
Shall ride, our forest Queen
But aye, she let a tear doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean

The kirk was decked at mornin' tide
The candles glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom await the bride
And dame and knight were there
They sought her by her bower and hall
But the lady was nae seen
For she's over the border and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean

Well may the world go
The world go, the world go
Well may the world go
When I'm far away

Well may the skiers turn,
The swimmers turn, the lovers burn
Peace may the generals learn
When I'm far away
Track Name: Carrigdhoun
On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown.
The sky is dark o'er Ard-na-Lee,
And many a stream comes rushing down
To swell the angry Owen na Buidhe.
The moaning blast goes sweeping past
Through many a leafless tree,
And I alone, for he is gone,
My hawk is flown, ochone mo chroidhe.

The heath is green on Carrigdhoun.
Bright shines the sun o'er Ard-na-Lee
The light green trees bend trembling down
To kiss the slumbering Own na Buidhe.
That happy day -- 'twas but last May --
'Tis like a dream to me,
When Donal swore, aye o'er and o'er,
We'd part no more a stór mo chroidhe.

Light April showers and bright May flowers
Will bring the summer back again,
But will they bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Donal then?
'Tis but a chance, he's gone to France
To wear the Fleur-de-Lis,
I'll follow you, my Donal Dhu,
For still I'm true to you mo chroidhe.
Track Name: All For The Love of Willy
There was a young maid, a handsome young maid
There was a young maid, she lived on the shore
There was a young maid and she lived on the shore
And she cried for the loss of the one she adored
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of her Willy-o

She cut off her hair, her long golden hair,
She cut off her hair and she dressed like a man
She cut off her hair and she dressed like a man,
All for to search in a distant land
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of her Willy-o

She signed on a barque, to work on a barque
She signed on a barque and she put out to sea
She signed on a barque and she put out to sea
All for to search in a far country
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of her Willy-o

One night as she worked in the riggin' up high
Her breast fell into the pale moonlight
Her breast fell into the pale moonlight,
The sailors smiled to see the sight
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of her Willy-o

They took her below and they sent her below,
They took her below for the captain to see
They took her below for the captain to see,
He opened his vest
Out fell a breast
Who would have guessed?
They're both on a quest for their Willy-o
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of their Willy-o

The crew came below and they all came below
The crew came below and they opened their vests
The crew came below and they opened their vests
Out fell their breasts
Now you have guessed
They're all on a quest for their Willy-o
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of their Willy-o

I will sing no more and I won't sing no more
I will sing no more for I must get away
I will sing no more for I must get away
Their ship was spotted just yesterday
All for the love, all for the love, and it's all for the love of my Willy-o
Track Name: Down in the Valley/Jennifer Juniper
If you don't love me
Then love whom you please
Throw your arms 'round him
Give your heart ease

Give your heart ease, dear
Give your heart ease
Throw your arms round him
Give your heart ease

Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Is she sleeping? I don't think so
Is she breathing? Yes, very low
Whatchya doin', Jennifer, my love?

Jennifer Juniper rides a dapple mare
Jennifer Juniper, lilacs in her hair
Is she dreaming? Yes, I think so
Is she pretty? Yes, ever so
Whatchya doin', Jennifer, my love?

I'm thinking of
What it would be like if she loved me
You know, just lately
This happy song, it came along,
And I had to somehow try and tell you

Jennifer Juniper, hair of golden flax
Jennifer Juniper longs for what she lacks
Do you like her? Yes, I do, sir
Would you love her? Yes, I would, sir
Whatchya doin', Jennifer, my love?
Track Name: Heiemo Og Nykkjen
Heiemo kvad, det song i li
(Heiemo sang, it sounded in hillsides)
Vakna dikko ædelige drengje
(Wake, you noble boys/youths/lads)
Det høyrde Nykkjen på havet skrid
(The Nix heard it, striding the seas)
For de hev sove tie for lengje
(For you have slept silently for too long)

Heiemo kvad, det song i lund
(Heiemo sang, it sounded in fields)
Det høyrde Nykkjen den heiding hund
(The Nix heard it, that heathen hound)

Nykkjen han tala til styringsmand
(The Nix spoke to the navigator)
"Du styrer mitt skip på Kristi land"
("You are guiding my ship to Christian land")

"Eg vil meg på Kristi land gå
(”I want to walk the Christian land)
Den vene jomfrua vil eg få
(That beautiful maid will I have")

Så gjenge han seg i stuga inn
(Then he walked into the small hut)
Men hoge hatt og plomekinn
(With a tall hat and plump cheeks)

Nykkjen han dansa og Heiemo kvad
(The Nix, he danced and Heiemo sang)
Det gleddes alt folket i stugone var
(This pleased all men who were in the huts)

"No må kver gange heim te seg
("Now each must walk to their own)
Heiemo tek eg på skipet med meg"
(I will take Heiemo with me on the ship")

Heiemo, Heiemo, still din harm
(Heiemo, Heiemo, calm your wrath)
Du skal få sove på Nykkjens arm
(You will be sleeping on the Nix’ arm)

Ho stakk til Nykkjen i holamot
(She stung the Nix in his chest)
Og odden han rand i hjarterot
(And the blade ran to the heart’s root)

"Her ligger du Nykkjen for ravn og hund
("Here you lie, Nix, for raven and hound)
Enno så hev eg min kvedarlund"
(I still have my singing field")
Track Name: Willy's Rare
There lived a lady in the North

I ne'er did find her marrow

She was courted by nine gentlemen

And a plooboy lad frae Yarrow



Oh Willy's rare and Willy's fair

And Willy's wondrous bonny

And Willy's gon tae marry me

Gin e'er I marry ony



As he cam' by yon waterside

On the dowie dens o' Yarrow

He espied the nine gentlemen

Cam' tae fecht wi' him on Yarrow



I dreamed a dream, a dreadfu' dream

Twas fu' o' pain and sorrow

I dreamed i pu'ed the heather green

On the dowie dens o' Yarrow



Oh cam' ye by yon waterside

Tae pick the rose and lily

Or cam' ye by yon meadow green

And saw ye my sweet Willy?



She socht him high, she socht him lae

She socht him brade and narrow

Till in the clifton o' a craig

She's found him drooned in Yarrow



Yestere'en I mad' my bed fu' brade

Tae nicht I'll mak' it narrow

For a' the lee lang winter's nicht

I lie twined o' my marrow



Oh Willy's rare and Willy's fair

And Willy's wondrous bonny

And willy wud hae married me

Gin e'er I married ony
Track Name: Loving Hannah
I went to church on Sunday, my love she passed me by
I knew her mind was changing by the roving of her eye

By the roving of her eye, by the roving of her eye
I knew her mind was changing by the roving of her eye

My love is fair and proper, her waist is neat and small
And she is kind and gentle, and that's the best of all

Oh, Hannah, loving Hannah, come give to me your hand
You said if you would marry that I would be the one

That I would be the one, that I would be the one
You said if you would marry that I would be the one

I will go down by the river when everyone's asleep
And think of loving Hannah, and then sit down and weep

And then sit down and weep, and then sit down and weep
And think of loving Hannah, and then sit down and weep

I went to church on Sunday, my love she passed me by
I knew her mind was changing by the roving of her eye
Track Name: She Mov'd Through the Faire
My love said to me, "my mother won't mind
And me father won't slight you for your lack of kine,"
Then she stepped close beside me, and this she did say,
"It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day"

She stepped away from me and she moved through the faire
Where hand-clapping dealers' loud shouts rang the air
The sunlight about her did sparkle and play
Saying, It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day

When dew falls on meadow and frost fills the night
And the glow on the greensward is half-rose, half-light
I'll steal from my casement and I'll run away
Then it will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day

I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din
She laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
"It will not be long, now, 'till our wedding day"
Track Name: Johnny be Fair
Oh, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Johnny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you

Oh, Jimmy be fair and Jimmy be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Jimmy, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you

Oh, Kenny be fair and Kenny be fine and wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
I'm sorry to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew
That Kenny, too, is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you

Well, you've never seen a girl so sad and sorry as I was
The boys in town are all me kin and me father is the cause!
If life should thus continue I will die a single miss
So I go to my dear mother and complain to her of this

Oh, daughter, didn't I teach you to forgive and to forget
Me husband may have sown his oats, but still you needn't fret
Your father may be father to all the boys in town, but still,
He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will
Track Name: Willy o' Winsbury
A king has been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain
And Willy o' the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at home

What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet?
Why look you so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or been lying with a man?

I have not had any sore sickness
Nor yet been lying with a man
But it is for you, my father dear,
In biding so long in Spain

Cast off, cast off your berry brown gown
Stand naked on the stone
That I may know you by your shape
If you be a maiden or no

And she's cast off her berry brown gown
Stood naked on the stone
Her apron hung low, her haunches were round
Her face was pale and wan

And was it a lord or a duke or a knight,
Or a man of birth and fame?
Or was it one of my servingmen
Who so lately come out of Spain?

It was not a lord or a duke or a knight
Nor a man of birth and fame
But it was for Willy o' Winsbury
I no longer could lie alone

And the king has called his merry men
By thirty and by three
Go bring me this Willy o' Winsbury
For hanged he shall be

But when he came before the king
He was clad all in the red silk
His hair was like the strands of gold
His skin was as white as the milk

And it is no wonder, said the king
That my daughter's love you did win
If I were a woman as I am a man
My bedfellow you would have been

And will you marry my daughter Janet
By the truth of your right hand?
Oh will you marry my daughter Janet?
I'll make you the lord of my land

Oh, yes, I will marry your daughter Janet
By the truth of my right hand
Oh, yes, I will marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll not be the lord of your land

And he's mounted her on a milk white steed
Himself on the dapple grey
And he's made her the lady of as much land
As she may ride in a long summer's day
Track Name: Griesly Bride
Lie down, my newly married wife
Lie easy as you can
You're young and ill-accustomed yet
To sleeping with a man

The snow was deep, the moon was full
As it shone on the cabin floor
His young bride rose without a word
And ran barefoot through the door

He up and followed fast and sure
And an angry man was he
But his young bride wasn't e'er in sight
And only the moon shown clearly

He followed her track through the new, deep snow
Calling out loud her name
Only the dingoes in the hills
Yowled back at him again

Then the hair stood up along his neck
And his angry mind was gone
For where the two-foot track gave out
A four-footed track went on

Her nightgown lay upon the snow
As it might on a bedsheet
And the tracks that led from where it lay
Were never of human feet

Then his heart turned over in his chest
He looked from side to side
And he thought more of his gumwood fire
Than he did of his griesly bride

He first started in to walking back
Then he began to run
And his quarry turned all in her track
And hunted him in turn

Oh, long may his fire burn for him
As he lies in a crimson tide
Beware, beware, o trapper man,
Beware of a griesly bride
Track Name: Morningtime/Home Sweet Home
Come on baby it's morningtime
(Do we, do we?)
Time to open those sleepy eyes
(Do we have to...?)
I'm so tired I could lay back down
And hold you till I am lost and found
(Do we have to go?)

Come on get up and lend a hand
I put on the kettle and frying pan
Two fried eggs and some hot cornbread'll
Warm my sweetie out of this bed

Raise your head from that pillow
There's things about you I don't know
You lie so still and you sleep so sound
But in the night you were tossing round

It's the darkest morning I've ever seen
The wind is blowing the locust tree
The sky is turning into blue
And I am falling in love with you

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