Fern Maddie : Ghost Stories

There was a young maiden who sat by the shore Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! No one could she find to comfort her mind As she sat all alone on the shore There was a sea captain who sailed on the sea Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! I'll die, I'll die! The captain did cry If I can't have that maid on the shore, oh! The captain had silver, the captain had gold Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! This he would give to his jolly ship's crew If they'd bring him that maid from the shore So slowly, oh slowly, she came up on board Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! He seated her down in the cabin below Adieu to all sorrow and woe She seated herself in the bow of the ship Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! She sang so sweet, genteel, and complete That she sang all the seamen to sleep She sang all the seamen to sleep She took all his silver, partook of his gold Let the wind blow high, blow low, oh! She took a broadsword to make her an oar To paddle her back to the shore Your men must be foolish, your men must be mad Your men must be filled with despair, oh I've deluded them all as well as yourself And again I'm a maid on the shore And again I'm a maid on the shore

Dorothy May

Their time was coming Their kingdom was nigh They went a-running towards the sky She reads the good words She sings the rhymes She lays her pillow in salt brine Can you hear the trumpets ringing out? Can you feel the fires raining down? What's a shovelful of broken ground? Can you hear the trumpets? Lay me down, sleeping peacefully Like a bird from a snare I'll be released Raise me up, singing joyfully In that land, I'll with Jehovah be He minds his linens Sundays are for black The story's god-given They're not going back No they can't go back He plies his blessings He knows he's been picked But she's had no message as it was writ As it was writ Can you hear the trumpets ringing out? Can you feel the fires raining down? What's a shovelful of broken ground? Can you hear the trumpets? Can you hear them? Can you hear them now? Lay me down, sleeping peacefully Like a bird from a snare i'll be released And raise me up, singing joyfully In that land, I'll with Jehovah be

Ca' The Yowes

Ca' the Yowes, oh, to the nowes Oh, ca' them where the heather grows Oh ca' them where the burnie rowes My bonnie dearie As I went down the water side Was there, I met my shepherd bride She rolled me sweetly in her plaid And she called me her dearie Will you go down the water side To see the waves so sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide The moon it shines full clearly You shall have gowns and ribbons neat Calf leather shoes upon your feet And in my arms you'll lie and you'll sleep And you will be my dearie If you'll but stand to what you said I'll go with you, my shepherdess And you may rowe me in your plaid And I will be your dearie As waters wimple to the sea As day breaks in the lift so high Till clay cold death does blind my eye You will be my dearie So ca' the yowes to the nowes Oh ca' them where the heather grows Oh ca' them where the Burnie Rowes Oh my bonnie dearie

Hares On The Mountain

Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied you don't know what you're missing If all the young maids were like blackbirds and thrushes If young maids could sing like the blackbirds and thrushes How many young men would go beating the bushes? If all the young maids were ducks on the water If all the young maids were ducks on the water How many young men would undress and dive under? If all the young maids were hares on the mountain If all the young maids were hares on the mountain How many young men would take guns and go hunting? Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you She smiled and replied then you'd say I'd misled If all the young men were rushes a-growing If all the young men were rushes a-growing How many young maids would take scythes and go mowing? If all the young men were sheep in the meadow If all the young men were sheep in the meadow How many young maids would be burning the tallow? If all the young men were hares on the mountain If all the young men were hares on the mountain How many young maids would take guns and go hunting?

Northlands

Well there was a young man, came from the northlands And he came a-wooing me And he said he would take me to the northlands And there he would marry me "Go and fetch me some of your father's gold And some of your mother's fee And two of the best horses from out your stable door Where they're standing but thirty-and-three" So she's mounted her on a milk-white steed And he on a dapple grey And they've rode till they came to the broad seashore Was three hours before break of day "Oh, light off, light off, your milk-white steed And deliver it unto me For it's six pretty maidens I here have drowned And the seventh one surely will be thee" "Oh take off, take off your silken gown And give it unto me For I think it is too fine and gay To rot all in the salt sea" "If I must take off my silken gown Then turn your back on me For it is not right for a man such as you A naked young woman to see" So he has turned his back on her To watch the leaves so green And she has grabbed him 'round the middle so small And tumbled him into the deep And he swam low and he swam high And he swam till he came to the side "For one pull of your hand, my pretty fair one I swear I will make you my bride" "Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted young man Lie there instead of me For it's six pretty maidens, oh, you here have drowned And the seventh one shall not be me No, the seventh one has drowned thee"

Unmarked

Don't worry, don't wait around

Just leave me in the ground I'm not trying to get lost And I don't care if I am found Don't leave, don't stay I didn't know that you were coming I'm not real, I'm not fake I'm just singing something

I'm just singing something

G/b

I'm just telling ghost stories Take off that winded skin It'll put you back together Don't let that story in It doesn't know you any better Don't leave, don't stay Don't you know that they're coming? You're not real, you're not fake You're just singing something

You're just singing someone

G/b

You're just telling ghost stories You're just telling ghost stories You're just telling ghost stories

And I'm just singing

And I'm just singing along

Catherine Wheel

Hey little darling, if you were mine

Wouldn't have any more reason to fight

Wouldn't have any more reason to steal

Wouldn't end up on that Catherine wheel

Wouldn't end up on that Catherine wheel Hey little darling, if I were yours Be all the same reason to go the same course All the same reason to sail the same way Love won't get you another day Love won't get you another day Hey little darling, if you were mine I think it would make the whole world fine I think it would set the whole world straight Wouldn't end up on that gibbet gate Wouldn't end up on that gibbet gate Hey little darling, if I were yours The whole damn world would come through those doors The whole damn world would come to our bed Take no rest till they had our heads Take no rest till they had our heads Hey little darling, if you were mine I'd think I'd just one thing right Think I'd done just one thing good Loving you the best I could Loving you the best I could Hey little darling, if I were yours History would go the same course The story would still have the same end So let's keep fighting while we can Let's keep fighting while we can Hey little darling, if you were mine I wouldn't have any more reason to fight Wouldn't have any more reason to steal Wouldn't end up on that Catherine wheel Wouldn't end up on that Catherine wheel

You Left This

You left this in my hands You left this in my hands Dark door closing on your plans You left this in my hands You left this in my feet You left this in my feet Dark door closing where we meet You left this in my feet You left this in my chest You left this in my chest Dark door closing on the rest You left this in my chest You left me in the shade You left me in the shade Icebox melting all you made You left me in the shade You left me in the woods You left me in the woods Green grass growing where you stood You left me in the woods You left this in my head You left this in my head Old song ringing for the dead You left this in my head You left this in my hands You left this in my hands Dark door closed on all your plans So you left this in my hands