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My Lord, He said unto me
"Do you like my garden so fair?
You may live in this garden if you keep the grasses green
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
Now is the cool of the day
Now is the cool of the day
Oh, this earth is a garden
The garden of my Lord
And He walks in His garden
In the cool of the day
Then my Lord, He said unto me
"Do you like my garden so pure?
You may live in this garden if you keep the waters clean
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
Then my Lord, He said unto me
"Do you like my pastures of green?
You may live in this garden if you will feed my lambs
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
[Chorus]
Then my Lord, He said unto me
"Do you like my garden so free?
You may live in this garden if you keep the people free
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
[Chorus]
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The Oakham Poachers
04:03
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On the ninth of January
Against our laws contrary,
Three brothers quite unwary
A-poaching went, we hear.
Through Oakham Woods they rambled,
Through briars and through brambles,
And they fired at pheasants random,
Which brought the keepers near.
The keepers did not enter,
Nor dared those woods to venture.
Outside and near the centre,
In ambush they did lie.
As the poachers home were making,
Nine pheasants they were taking.
RIght then the keepers faced them,
And they swore that they should die.
These brothers being brave-hearted
They boldly kept on firing,
Til one of them got the fateful blow
And they saw they were overthrown
The keeper lay there crying,
Like one who was a-dying
With no assistance nigh him,
His blood in streams did flow.
Taken they were with speed
For this human deed
And there was no reprieve
All in the court next day
For the judge and jury tried them
And mercy was denied them
And the sentence it consigned them
To meet their dreadful fate
Their names I now will mention,
John, Robert and George Perkins
Three brothers tried for poaching
And cut off in their prime
Young Robert died in irons;
While George he was transported
And John was hung at Oakham
May God forgive their crime.
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Tubal Cain
04:15
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Tubal Cain was a man of might
In the days when earth was young
By the fierce red light of his furnace bright
The strokes of his hammer rang
And he lifted high his brawny hand
On the iron glowing clear
Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet rout
As he forged the sword and spear
And he sang hurrah for my handiwork
Hurrah for the shield and sword
Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well
For he shall be king and lord
So many came to Tubal Cain
As he wrought by his roaring fire
As each one prayed for a strong steel blade
As the crown of his desire
And he made them weapons sharp and strong
‘Til they shouted loud for glee
And gave him gifts of pearls and gold
And spoils of the forest free
And they sang hurrah for Tubal Cain
Who hath given us strength anew
Hurrah for the smith, the forge and fire
Hurrah for the metal true
But a sudden change came o’er his head
Ere the setting of the sun
And Tubal Cain was filled with pain
For the evil he had done
He saw that men with rage and heat
Made war upon their kind
And the land was red with blood they shed
In their rage for carnage blind
And he cried Alas! That ever I made
Or that skill of mine should plan
The spear and sword for the man whose joy
Is to slay his fellow man
And for many a day old Tubal Cain
Sat brooding o’er his woe
And his hand forebore to smite the ore
And his furnace smouldered low
But he rose at last with a cheerful face
And a brave courageous eye
And bared his strong right arm for work
While the quick flames mounted high
And he cried hurrah for my handiwork
While the red flames lit the air
Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made
And he forged the first ploughshare
And men, taught wisdom from the past
In friendship joined their hands
Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall,
And ploughed the willing land
And sang hurrah for Tubal Cain
A staunch old friend is he
And for the ploughshare and the plough
To him our praise shall be
For Tubal Cain laid down the blade
And turned from tools of war
So we shall mind what we have made
And what we’re forging for
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Long Time Travelling
03:14
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Ye fleeting charms of earth farewell
Your springs of joy are dry;
My soul now seeks another home.
A brighter world on high.
I’m a long time trav’ling here below
I’m a long time trav’ling away from home,
I’m a long time trav’ling here below,
To lay this body down.
Farewell my friends, whose tender care
Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.
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The Light Guitar
02:46
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Come leave the glad and festive scene
The halls of dazzling light
And walk with me through forests green
Beneath the silent night
Then as we watch the lingering rays
That shine from every star
I’ll sing a song of brighter days
And strike the light guitar
The water o’er the lake looks clear
For there, the moonbeams play
My little boat is waiting there
To bear us far away
I’ll tell you tales of older years
Of hapless love and war
But should they make you shed a tear
I’ll strike the light guitar
Oh gentle song shall be our guide
To far and distant lands
And whether bliss or woe betide
This heart you shall command
And when the evening shades appear
We’ll roam beneath her star
And I’ll sing the songs you love to hear
I’ll strike the light guitar
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Sam Carter Sheffield, UK
‘Sam Carter is a brilliant guitarist and songwriter who combines the observational with social comment and personal reflection’ Songlines
2010 BBC Folk Awards Horizon Award Winner
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