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English Folk Songs

Blow Away the Morning Dew


There was a shepherd's son
Kept sheep upon the hill
And he went out one May morning
To see what he could kill

And sing blow away the morning dew


The dew and the dew!
Blow away the morning dew
how sweet the winds do blow

He look-ed high he look-ed low


He cast another look
And then he spied a pretty maid
Aside the watery brook

And sing blow away the morning dew


The dew and the dew!
Blow away the morning dew
how sweet the winds do blow

The British Grenadiers


Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander and such great names as these
But of all the world's brave heroes
There's none that can compare,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row
To the British Grenadiers.

A-Roving
In Plymouth Town there lives a maid
Mark well what I do say
In Plymouth Town there lives a maid
My love for her will never fade
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ru-eye-in


I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ru-eye-in
I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid.

On Ilkley Moor
Where 'as tha been since I saw thee since I saw thee?
On Ilkley Moor bah't 'at,
Where 'as tha been since I saw thee?
Where 'as tha been since I saw thee?
On Ilkley Moor bah't 'at,
On Ilkley Moor bah't 'at,
On Ilkley Moor bah't 'at,

Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt


Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seams or needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
The Oak and the Ash
A North Country maid up to London had strayed
Although with her nature it did not agree
She wept and she sighed and so bitterly she cried
"How I wish once again in the North I could be
Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country"

When Johnny comes marching Home


When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all be there when Johnny comes marching home!

Dashing away with the smoothing iron


Twas on a Monday morning When I beheld my darling,
She looked so neat and charming in every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O,
Awashing of her linen, O,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
She stole my heart away.

Early one morning


Early one morning just as the sun was rising
I heard a maid sing in the valley below
"Oh dont deceive me, Oh never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so!"

The Lincolnshire Poacher


When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master for more than seven year
Till I took up to poaching as you shall quickly hear
Oh 'tis my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year
Yes 'tis my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year!

Dance to you Daddy


Dance to your daddy my little laddie
Dance to your daddy my little lamb
Dance to your daddy my little laddie
Dance to your daddy my little lamb

You shall have a fish and you shall have a fin


You shall have a heron when the boat comes in
You shall have a lobster boiled in a pan
Dance to your daddy my little man

You shall have fishy on a little dishy


You shall have a bloater when the boat comes in
You shall have fishy on a little dishy
You shall have a salmon when the boat comes in

Dance to your daddy sing to your mammy


Dance to your daddy to your mammy sing
Dance to your daddy sing to your mammy
Dance to your daddy to your mammy sing

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