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Out in the wood there's a band of small fairies

If you walk unwary at night

They're laughing and drinking and soon you'll be thinking

That you'd come to join in their light

If they say,

See you, you know they'd entreat you to come

And join in their small friendly dance

If you do then your soul will go too

You'll lose it with no second chance

But please come, join, dance in the circle

The voices will make your heart yearn

So please come, join, dance in the circle

And know that you will never return

They'll promise you gold and silver aplenty

You'll never be empty of love

Beauty and pleasure and time at your leisure

All things that you've been dreaming of

Success will be yours through several doors

Whatever you wish you will find you can do

Beware of the world, beware of the world

Beware of this prize as a curse in disguise

Since your mortal life soon will be through

But please come, join, dance in the circle

The voices will make your heart yearn

So please come, join, dance in the circle

And know that you will never return

There is a way, some fool would say

To save you to the dark

And denounce their kind from your mind

Then you'll find they are gone

Children's tales, pirates' tales

Unicorns, dragons, sorcerers too

They're unconceived

Make believe you know that they are true

And now I must tell the time under their spell

Though I know not for how long

I've been

And I'll have a last

Though I know I can't pass back

To mortal lands ever again

I went to the king in his wise fairy ring

I asked him, what do you think I should do?

He said, you'll be fine

Took a large swivel while and said

Wait, don't you have her join you

So please come, join, dance in my circle

The voices will make you feel

So please come join dance in this circle

That know that you'll never return

Oh please come join dance in this circle

The voices will make you feel

So please come join dance in the circle

The voices will make you feel

Oh please come join dance in the circle

The voices will make your heart yearGo

And don't you go and beg to stay

Thecomham beestablished

So please come join dance in the circle

And know that you'll never return

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How did I love you so much?

Wait for what you made me forget

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Oh, the summertime is coming

And the trees are sweetly blooming

And the wild mountain tine

Grooves around the blooming heather

Will you go, Lafayette, go

And we'll all go together

Tip the wild mountain tine

Out around the blooming heather

Will you go, Lafayette, go

Oh, Lafayette, go

A flower by yon pure and crystal fountain

And upon it I will shower

All the flowers of the mountain

Will you go, Lafayette, go

And we'll all go together

All the flowers of the mountain tine

Out around the blooming heather

Will you go, Lafayette, go

And we'll all go together

Deep and subtly

And return with their smiles

To the power of my dearie

Will you go, Lafayette, go

And we'll all go together

Tip the wild mountain tine

Grooves around the blooming heather

Will you go, Lafayette, go

And we'll all go together

Tip the wild mountain tine

Grooves around the blooming heather

Will you go, Lafayette, go

Tip the wild mountain tine

Grooves around the blooming heather

Woor's you go, Lafayette, go

Tip the wild mountain tine

Or yes, we both will sing

Did you make the home

To your darling little love

Loving like aTake

And also listen, changing it

Just for you

Till that day

When we're here now

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© transcript Emily Beynon

A hammered dulcimer player

Telling you that the Louisiana Renaissance Festival

Is a highlight of talent from the festival circuit

Come see Paulo Garbanzo

Christophe the Insulter

Jacques the Whipper

Shakespeare Approves

Chaste Treasure

And so much more

Plus, you know, me

Situated around a beautiful lake

The village is full of incredible vendors

And has some of the best food on circuit

Which is to be expected in southern Louisiana

I look forward to seeing you there in the fall

Everybody wants to be a pirate

Everybody wants to go see

Everybody wants to kill, maybe plunder

Everybody wants to be me

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for me

Beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

But where is me hat

Me noggin' noggin' hat

It's all gone for me

Beer and tobacco

Well, the fans are sung about

And the brim is all worn out

And me head is looking out

For better weather

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

But where is me shirt

Me noggin' noggin' shirt

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, the sea's knocked about

And the car is all worn out

And me back is looking out

For better weather

And me head is looking out

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

But where is me hat

Me noggin' noggin' hat

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, the knees are knocked about

And the seat is all worn out

And me head is looking out

For better weather

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

But where is me boot

Me noggin' noggin' boot

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, the heels knocked about

And me toes are hanging out

And me feet are looking out

For better weather

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

But where is me bed

Me noggin' noggin' bed

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Yo-ho-ho

Well, I let it do a horn

Now the sheets, they all are torn

And me springs are looking out

For better weather

And it's all for me, God

Me jolly, jolly God

It's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

And it's all gone for beer and tobacco

Well, I spent all me tin

On the last drinking gin

Now across the western ocean

I must wander

Whiskey, you're the devil

You're leading me astray

Over hills and mountains

And take one more sip

Mary Kay

You're sweeter, stronger

Dazer, you're spunkier than tea

Whiskey, I'm an arlin' drunker

So, there, ciao

Now, brave boys are marching

Off to Portugal and Spain

Better to wave and drum to me

If I read home will come tonight

So, fare thee well

Like a teedle-a-dee-da-da-da-da-day

Like a teedle-a-dee-da-da-da-da-da-day

I'm read from a derelady

Oh, there's whiskey in my jar

Whiskey, you're the devil

You're leading me astray

Over hills and mountains

And take one more sip

You're sweeter, stronger

Dazer, you're spunkier than tea

Whiskey, I'm an arlin' drunker

So, there, ciao

Now, brave boys are marching

Off to Portugal and Spain

Better to wave and drum to me

If I read home will come tonight

So, fare thee well

Like a teedle-a-dee-da-da-da-da-day

Like a teedle-a-dee-da-da-da-da-da-day

I'm read from a derelady

Oh, there's whiskey in my jar

Whiskey, you're the devil

You're leading me astray

Over hills and mountains

And take one more sip

You're sweeter, stronger

Dazer, you're spunkier than tea

Whiskey, I'm an arlin' drunker

So, there, ciao

Here we go, damn

Our last dance

Let's dance

When the music comes on

Let's dance

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We're full of daddy-o, we're full of daddy-o, there's whiskey in the jar, hey!

Now, mother says to me, don't take my daughter from me, cause if you do, I will torment you, and after death, my ghost will hunt you low, very well.

I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, right from my tearing lovey-o, there's whiskey in my jar.

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leading me astray, over hills and mountains into America.

You're sweeter, stronger, dazer, spunkier than tip, whiskey, you're a mineral and drunker, so vile.

We'll be right back.

Bye-bye.

That's T-H-E-C-R-A-I-C-S-H-O-W dot com.

And before that, we heard All For Me Grog, performed by the Terrible Musicians, from their album No Royalty, Songs of Pirates, Paupers, and Vagrants.

You can find out more about them on their Facebook page.

Just search for Terrible Musicians.

Here at the Renaissance Festival Music Podcast, we're always looking for people who might be interested in helping out with producing the show.

This can range from little things like helping to update our music library,

and make sure that the songs we have in there are recorded correctly.

Checking to make sure we have the proper permissions for playing the songs.

You can help out with editing the shows, particularly editing the host portions, like what I'm doing right now.

And we can use some help with publicity, help with running the social media pages for the podcast, anything like that.

And if you're interested in helping out, please get in touch with us at RenFestPodcast at gmail.com.

Or you can contact us through our Facebook page.

Up next, we'll have Road to Kalasvartown, performed by Rowan, from the album Tales Through Time.

And following that, we'll hear Irish Rover, performed by Pride of Ireland, from the album Here's to Dear Old Aaron.

There are songs that are Irish. There are songs that wish they were Irish.

This music, combined with toasts, jokes, and stories,

Matthew Young strives to bring the mirth and magic of the Emerald Isle to the Renaissance fairs and festivals all over the country.

For more information, go take a look at The Pride of Ireland.

Dot com.

The Pride of Ireland.

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Oh, we had saved seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost her way in a fall.

And all of the crew was reduced down to two.

It was myself and the captain's old dog.

Oh, well, the ship struck a rock, lowered but a shot.

We nearly tumbled over.

Oh, we spun nine times around.

And that poor old dog was drowned.

It's so sad, but it makes me the last of the Irish troopers.

Oh, fare thee well, my pretty little girl.

For we are bound away.

Fare thee well, my pretty little girl.

For we are bound away.

Yes, we are bound away.

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Send us an email at renfestpodcast at gmail.com.

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We are all volunteers here, and we could not make this happen without our current patrons who are helping us to finance things like the website and storage for all the music.

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All that money goes directly back into the podcast.

Thank you so much for watching the show and helps us to bring more music to you.

And now on to the actual show.

Thank you so much for watching the show and helps us to bring more music to you.

And now on to the actual show.

Bachelors March by Misfits of Avalon from their album Avalon Moon.

After that was the Jackdaws with Banish Morrisons from the album Troubles.

The Jackdaws perform at the Ohio Renaissance Festival.

And Avalon Moon is at the Connecticut Renaissance Faire.

This is Greg from The Rent List.

Here's what fairs are opening and closing in the next few weeks.

As happens around this time of year, there are lots of fairs opening.

On August 31st, the following fairs open.

The Renaissance Fair at Sleepy Hollow in Des Moines, Iowa.

The Ohio Renaissance Festival in Waynesville.

The Connecticut Renaissance Fair in Lebanon.

The Kansas City Renaissance Festival.

And the King Richard's Fair in Carver, Massachusetts.

A week later on September 7th, the Sparta, New Jersey Renaissance Festival starts its three-weekend run.

New this year is the Arkansas Renaissance Festival in Mount Vernon, running from August 31st through the end of September.

Other long-running one-weekend events include the Harvest Fair in Cortland, Virginia.

The Rosemary House Fairies Festival in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania.

And the Shrewsbury Renaissance Fair in Monmouth, Oregon.

And that's just a few of them. There's way more going on everywhere.

To find an event near you, go to therenlist.com.

Up next is the Seaside Promenade from Vince Conway's album, Liminal Spaces.

You can see Vince at the Maryland Renaissance Festival.

But first...

First we'll hear a track by The Reel and Rogues, who perform at the Pittsburgh Renaissance Festival.

From the album Live at Klata, this is John Brain's Laura's Reel, Jenny Dang the Weaver.

One, two, three, four.

Ten stone, wind I'm over, ginny get along

Ginny blow the horn as we go marching over

And if you drown when you are young

Way, hey, high low

It's better to drown than wait to be hung

Way, hey, roll and go

It's ten stone

Ten stone

Ten stone, wind I'm over, ginny get along

Ginny blow the horn as we go marching over

We dig your ditch with a silver spade

Way, hey, high low

There ain't no digging in a watery grave

Way, hey, roll and go

It's ten stone

Ten stone

Ten stone, wind I'm over, ginny get along

Ginny blow the horn as we go marching over

It's ten stone

Ten stone

Ten stone, wind I'm over, ginny get along

Ginny blow the horn as we go marching over

We just heard the gallow glass from Calantir

performed by Shillelagh Law from the album Songs from the Bridge

that was followed by Ten Stone

performed by Trinket from the album Landlocked

Trinket was formed on a whim

they've been performing in the same fashion ever since

they're a folk trio

performing a variety of music including sea shanties

traditional Irish, Scottish, and English songs

original works by members of the group

and more recent folk songs in the Celtic tradition

you can find out more about them on Facebook

just do a search for Trinket

their page has got one of those long numbers after it

that Facebook likes to tag on there

but do a search for Trinket

narrow it down by music, you'll find them

we're looking for people who want to talk to people

we'd like to start including some interviews

with performers, vendors

show attendees

the folks running the shows

anything to do with the Renaissance Festivals

we'd like to hear from folks

and if you're interested in interviewing people along these lines

get in touch with us at renfestpodcasts at gmail.com

and we'll get you set up for it

we'd love to include it in the show

up next, we'll hear All Harpists Go to Heaven

performed by Carl Ash from the album Songs of the Open Road

I am going to confess

I had never heard this song off of this album

until I was looking for the music for this show

and I'm afraid I called you out on this one

it was a little bit of a disturbance

with the laughter that came out in the course of listening to it

I always have to explain that to others in the house

because I'm sitting there with headphones on

they can't hear it

just like a lot of folks I'm sure listening to the podcast itself

when a song strikes me as particularly funny

it gets a little puzzling to watch, honestly

you can find out more about Carl on his Facebook page

facebook.com slash official.carlash.page

and the ash is A-S-C-H

and we'll follow that with Tapster Drinker

performed by the Quartermaster

from their album Quartermaster

the Quartermaster band is a favorite at California fairs and festivals since 2012

they update rowdy pub songs, traditional shanties, tankard swingers, bawdy stuff

and original manly tunes

with new three-part arrangements and lots of charming swagger

find out more about them on their Facebook page

look for Quartermaster Band

well I think I know what I'm talking about

I know the difference between right and wrong

so I try to be nice

and sing good songs

I try to hurt no one

they'll have lots of fun

and I think that that's just grand

but I often wonder what'll happen when I die

we've all heard descriptions of that Eden in the sky

of those angels with wings

blocking on those strings

but what of that place down below

all harvest go to heaven

as we've heard is true

where they play for those who are good

and if all that's true

all those harpers they go right to heaven

bagged pipers they go straight to hell

yeah

bagged pipers they go straight to hell

all harvest go to heaven

as we've heard is true

where they play for those who are good

and if all those harpers they go right to heaven

bagged pipers they go straight to hell

all harvest go to heaven

yeah bagged pipers they go straight to hell

Now you might be thinking that I'm saying pipers are bad

They play out of tune or that each one's a cat

But that is so not true, I'll explain to you

The devil, he was given first choice

And if all those pipers are in Satan's land

They'll have to have drummers to lend a hand

They'll need to drink a few, bring some dancers too

So come on, that's where the party will be

All harpists go to heaven, as we've heard is true

Where they play for those who are good

And if all those harpists, they go right to heaven

Bagpipers, they go straight to hell

Yeah, bagpipers, they go straight to hell

All harpists go to heaven, as we've heard is true

Where they play for those who are good

And if all those harpists, they go right to heaven

Bagpipers, they go straight to hell

Yeah, and guitarists, they go straight to hell

Yeah, whistle players, they go straight to hell

Yeah, fiddle players, they go straight to hell

You're all invited

Bagpipers, they go straight to hell

Crikey!

That's the dream come true

Fill another ale

Anon have I do

God send us good ale

Avail the stake of ale

Here is good ale I've found

Oh Ned

Drink to me

And I'll drink to you

And I'll cry to thee

And let the cup go round

Oh Ned

Tapster, drinker

Fill another ale

Anon have I do

God send us good ale

Avail the stake of ale

Here is good ale

Anon have I do God send us good ale

Avail the stake of ale

Here is good ale I've found

Oh Ned

Drink to me

And I to thee

And let the cup go round

Oh Ned

Sometimes, all it takes is a box of crayons

And a coloring page that makes you smile

To make the day seem brighter

Happy to be Coloring offers you a chance at a fun day out of town

downloadable coloring pages with images that you'll want to color over and over again. Go to

happytobecoloring.justonemore.website and don't just find happiness, create it in all the colors you love.

Happy Tobecoloring

Well, you might have a gun and you might have a sword, but I've got a demon from the other world.

Three days of torment, I've watched your madness grow.

Torture and nightmares, they're down to go.

They'll chop off your hands, leave you dying in a quicksand.

Follow you home and scramble your brains, however I'd rather drive you insane.

There is something far worse we have in store for us.

Happy Tobecoloring

What do you get when you shave a crazy gypsy?

Get lovey- puras

Black goats

Dragging you to hell

You get lovey- люблю

Black goats

And I miss you real

Lovey-uh

Black goats

I need you and soon

Lovey- faço

I need you and soon

ah

Black Ghost

Dragging you

La-dee-ah

Black Ghost

Dragging you to hell

La-dee-ah

Black Ghost

And I wish you well

La-dee-ah

Black Ghost

I give you a clue

La-dee-ah

Black Ghost

Dragging you to hell

Black Ghost

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one

Tried to find the courage to talk to one

I had served for a dance

Not a second glance

My night had just begun

Well, I drank to the Father or the Holy Ghost

Kneeling at the altar, it's my nightly post

So I'll raise a glass

Not the first or last

Come join me in this toast

Because the old black rump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped round my leg

Hey-ho!

That old black rump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Hey, will I live for another day?

Well, the queen of George Street went walking on by

Walking on by

With some guy who don't care

And she stood in line

Since that past night

And spent three hours on her hair

On her hair!

Well, her friends are looking

At me with an evil grin

I think a bloody wrecking

Might soon be keen

I must have said something

To that George Street queen

The boys are joining in

Because the old black rump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped round my leg

Hey, will that old black rump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Hey!

Well, I'll live for another day

Well, I drank up all my money

And I slept out in the rain

Every day is different

But the nights are all the same

You'll never see the sun

On that old black rump

You know I'm gonna do it again

Because the old black rump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped round my leg

Hey, will that old black rump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Hey, will I live for another day?

Because that old black rump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped round my leg

Hey, will that old black rump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Hey, will I live for another day?

Hey, well, I'm here for another day.

We heard Lamia, performed by Gallows Humor from their album NecroDancer.

Gallows Humor is an energetic, undead gypsy band,

currently working on their third album for all their devoted fans.

They also have a blog at gallowshumorband.com,

where upcoming events and band news is posted,

so you can go ahead and check that out.

And that was followed by Old Black Rum,

performed by the McGuire Brothers from their album Sibling Rivalry.

The McGuire Brothers are three Irish brothers sharing their sibling rivalry

and general shenanigans, laughs, toasts, and fun,

all mixed up with traditional Irish music.

You can look for them on their Facebook page, McGuire Brothers 3.

And because I like to point out how different performers interpret the songs

in their own unique way, we're going to have another version of Old Black Rum.

This one's much more of a driving rock version of it,

performed by...

from the album Pissed Drunk and Pissed Off.

Luca the Mad Scald performs a mix of traditional fair songs,

Norse-inspired songs and stories, bawdy songs,

and the occasional Ren Faire rock show,

which is what this particular piece particularly falls in that last category.

So, give a listen to that, see how it compares to the McGuire Brothers version.

There are several others out there.

Try to highlight different versions of some of these songs from time to time.

You wouldn't believe the duplication we have with some of the songs.

I believe our record...

is around 38 versions of a song that we have in the podcast library.

It just shows there are different ways to interpret it,

different tastes to enjoy it,

and one of the reasons we're here is to give you a chance to

seek out the performers that you like the best.

You can find out more about Luca at lucothemad.com.

That's L-U-K-U-T-H-E-M-A-D dot com.

And we'll lighten it up after that

with Rattlin' Bog performed by Painted Trillium from the album

Painted Trillium.

Painted Trillium is a three-member Celtic band

performing traditional Celtic and folk music.

Find out more about them at paintedtrillium.com.

That's P-A-I-N-T-E-D-T-R-I-L-L-I-U-M dot com.

I drank 16 doubles for the price of one

Trying to find the courage to talk to one

I asked them for a dance, not a second glance

My night had just begun

When I drink to the Father and the Holy Ghost

I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post

I raise a glass, not the first nor last

Come join me in this toast

Cause the old black grump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped around my leg

And the old black grump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Well, the Queen of Georgia isn't walking on by

Walking on by with some guy who don't care that he's still alive

It's half past nine, it's been three hours on her hand

Our friends are looking at me with an evil grin

I think a bloody racket might soon begin

But instead of saying to the George Street Queen

Her boys aren't joining in

Cause the old black grump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped around my leg

And the old black grump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Well, I drink all of my money and I sleep out in the rain

Everything is different but the nights are all the same

You never see the sun on the old black grump

But I know I'm gonna do it again

Cause the old black grump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped around my leg

And the old black grump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Because the old black grump's got a hold on me

Like a dog wrapped around my leg

And the old black grump's got a hold on me

Will I live for another day?

Thank you.

All the trades are going

Sure a begging is the best

When a man gets tired

He can let go

He can lay down to rest

A begging I will go

I sleep beneath the hollow tree

There I pay no rent

Providence provides for me

I am heaven sent

A begging I will go

I fear no plots against me

I sleep in an open cell

Who would be a king now

When a beggar lives so well

A begging I will go

Thank you.

I am a little beggar man and begging I've seen for three score more in the little

I'm known from the lift beyond down to the tube I'm known by the name of old Johnny

I'm all the trades are going sure I'm begging as a bed when a man gets tired he can lay down

to rest sing for supper when there's nothing else to do I sit around at night with this old

I slept one night in a barn and

a clarabana when naked man and I slept until the dawn holes in the roof in the rain are peeking

through the cats and the rats all playing peekaboo who should awaken but the woman of the house

no white spotted apron in a calico blouse she began to fright and I said boo don't be afraid

man it's old Johnny too I met a little flaxy haired girl one day good morning little flaxy

haired girl I did say good morning little beggar man and how do you do with your rags and your

tags and your old

I'll buy a pair of stockings and a collar and a tie and a right fine lady I'll fetch by a bot

I'll buy a pair of goggles in the color then blue and an old-fashioned lady I'll make a view

well it's over the fields with my pack on my back over the hills from the great heaven sack

holes in the shoes and the toes are peeking through skin a wriggle think it's old Johnny

cute I must be going to bed first getting late at night the fire's all rigged and out goes the

light now you know the story of the old

goodnight and God be with you this is old Johnny too

might say special but don't say bad about it

now I'm

I'm

three men

can

how

do

of the west

their fortunes

for to try

and these three men

made a solemn oath

John Bollicorn

must die

they bowed

they soared

they hollered

the men

who crossed

upon his head

till these

three men

were satisfied

John Bollicorn

was dead

they let him

lie for a very

long time

till the rains

from heaven

did fall

and little

Sir John

sprung up

his head

and so

on

he's

all

they let

him stand

till the

mid-stars

lay

till he grew

both

pale and

one

and little

Sir John

grew a long

long

hair

and so

they let him

go

and so

God

came

a man

and so

they

they hired

a man

with a

scythe

so sharp

to cut

him off

at his

they rolled

him and

tied him

around the

waist

treated him

most

modestly

they hired

men

with the

sharp

edge

forks

to

pierce

him to

his heart

and the

loader

has served

him worse

than that

for he

tied him

to a

cart

they

built him

around and

around the

hill

till they

came onto

a barn

and there

they made

a solemn

oath

on

poor

John

Barley

corn

they

hired

men

with a

crab

to

take

to strip

him

skin

from

bone

and the

biller

has treated

him

worst

of all

for he

found

him

between

stones

and stone

and

It's a little Sir John in a large brown mold

And a brandy and a glass

A little Sir John in a large brown mold

The stronger man at last

For the huntsman he has hung the fox

Don't loudly blow his horn

And that tinker can't mend kettles or pots

How can little barley corn

No, that tinker can't mend kettles or pots

Without a little barley corn

That's B-A-R-D-M-A-G-E-D-D-O-N

And so until next time, take care.

Call now, it's time to act

It's the drum that plays itself and that's a fact

You've got no talent, no need to fear

We've got the instrument you need right over here

Cause there's no wrong way to play a bull run

Just hit it with a stick

So be the moron with the bull run

And hope the moron with the bull run gets the check

No need to practice, nothing to learn

We've said I'm still deep with it all

Just get returnable

No money down, no credit checks

And if you don't have rhythm, no one suspects

Cause there's no wrong way to play a bull run

Just hit it with a stick

So be the moron with the bull run

And hope the moron with the bull run gets the check

Or let's assume you're not that bright

You're just a tourist so I learned to play it right

Cause there's no wrong way to play a bull run

Just hit it with a stick

So be the moron with the bull run

And hope the moron with the bull run gets the check

Just hit it with a stick

So be the moron with the bull run

And hope the moron with the bull run gets the chicks

Cause there's no wrong way to play a bull run

Just hit it with a stick

So be the moron with the bull run

Or better yet, just smash it with a brick

Who the hell is Seamus Kennedy?

I'm Seamus Kennedy

I spent it in good company

And all the harm that dare I done

Alas, it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit

To memory now I can't recall

So feel to me though

A parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend

And leisure time to sit a while

There is a fair maid in this town

That sorely has my heart begun

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips

I own, she has my heart enthralled

So feel to me the parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had

There's a fair maid in this town

I'm sorry for my going away

And all the sweet hearts that e'er I had

They wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls into my lot

That I should rise and you should not

I'll gently rise and softly go

Good night and joy be with you all

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Music overwhelms a sad

ballad singer. It

passed too quick.

What happened to time when musicians

would gather to play a few

licks?

Hold me a moment.

Don't say a word.

Let me inhale so I can

smell the magic that's

floating.

Another year passes.

I think I must have blinked.

There's too much I missed

and

not enough lasses.