Cross The Field

True Lovers’ Discoursion


 As I walked out one morning down by the riverside
 I espied a young couple discoursing the fair one she replied
 You’re the most unconstant young man that ever I did know
 You promised for the marry me, why don’t you do so?

 

 If I promised for to marry you I’d scorn to break my vow
 Oh believe me dearest Molly I could not come ‘til now
 If I’d all the gold and silver that ever I did see
 In pleasure I would spend it in your sweet company

 

 Who has told you those false stories and warned them to be true?
 That I have courted Nancy and forsaken you?
 That I have courted Nancy the girl with the roving eye
 She is your joy and fancy how can you her deny?

 

 Do you see that pretty little bird that sings in yonder tree?
 It’s as kind as in all nature as you have been to me
 But since you are all for changing the old one for the new
 My days I’ll spend in wandering the hills and valleys through.

 

 Those words they touched young Jimmy
 Touched Jimmy to the heart
 For oft times they had promised that they would never part
 The day being long and lonesome
 Down to the church they walked
 And this young couple they got married
 Long love has come at last
 Oh this young couple they got married
 Long love has come at last.

 

 Randal Bays guitar
 Leo MacNamara low whistles
 Julie vocals

 

 

Loch Tay Boat Song

 

When I’ve done the work of day and I row my boat away
 Down the waters of Loch Tay when the evening light is falling
 Then I look toward Ben Lawer’s where the after glories flow
 And I dream on two bright eyes with a merry mouth below.

 

Chorus:
 She’s my beauteous nighean ruadh (redhead!)
 She’s my joy and sorrow too
 Though I own she is not true, oh but I can not live without her
 Oh my heart’s a boat in tow and I’d give the world to know
 If she means to let me go as I sing horee horo.

 

Nighean Ruadh your lovely hair has more beauty I declare
 Than all the tresses from Killen to Aberfeldy
 Be they lint-white gold or brown, be they blacker than the sloe
 They mean not as much to me as a melting flake of snow

 

Chorus

And her dance is like the gleam of the sunlight on the stream
 And the songs the wee-folk sing are the songs she sings at milking
 But my heart is full of woe for last night she bade me go
 Now the tears begin to flow as I sing horee horo.

 

Chorus

 

Randal Bays guitar and fiddle
 John Williams flute and tin whistle
 Julie vocals

 

 

Next Market Day

 

A maid going to Combe her markets to learn
To sell for her mammy three hanks of fine yarn
She met with a young man along the highway
Which caused this young damsel to dally and stray.

 

Sit here beside me I mean you no harm
Sit here beside me this new tune to learn
Here is three guineas your mammy to pay
So lay down your yarn til the next market day

 

They sat there together the grass it was green
The air was the finest that ever was seen
Oh the look in your eyes beats a morning in May
I could sit by your side ‘til the next market day.

 

That maid she went home and the words that he said
The air that he played her still rang in her head
She said I’ll go find him by land or by sea
‘Til he learns me that tune called The Next Market Day
‘Til he learns me that tune called The Next Market Day.

 

Randal Bays guitar
Tom Creegan uileann pipes

 

 

Lying Alone

 

One evening of late as I carelessly strayed
I espied a fair maid in deep mourn
I asked her the matter she quickly made answer
I am weary of lying alone, alone, I am weary of lying alone.

 

Oh my comely young damsel, come sit here alongside me
And tell me of how the years have flown
For seven year gone and eleven years along
I am weary of lying alone, alone, I am weary of lying alone.

 

If I had a neat sweet young man who would take me without fortune
And make me a wife of his own
For the truth I’ll declare is that I’ll die in despair
If I lie any longer alone, alone, if I lie any longer alone.

 

There’s a neat sweet little flower in the garden alongside us
Take it away make it your own
For the flower it will fade and likewise the maid
For she is weary of lying alone, alone, oh she is weary of lying alone.

 

 

I Once Loved A Lass

 

I once loved a lass and I loved her so well
That I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she’s rewarded me well for my love
She is gone to be wed to another

 

When I saw my love going through the church door
With bride and bride maidens they made a fine show
And I followed the man with a heart full of woe
For now she is wed to another

 

Oh men of yon forest they ask it of me
How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?
And I ask them back with a tear in my eye
How many ships sail in the forest?

 

So dig me a grave and dig it so deep
And cover me over with flowers so sweet
And I will turn in for to take a long sleep
And maybe in time I’ll forget her

 

So they dug him a grave and they dug it so deep
And they’ve covered him over with flowers so sweet
And now he’s turned in for to take a long sleep
And maybe by now he’s forgotten
Oh maybe by now he’s forgotten
Oh maybe by now he’s forgotten.

 

Randal Bays: guitar and mandolin
Julie vocals

 

 

Banks of Inverness

 

As I walked out one morning down by the riverside
To hear the sweet birds singing and to watch the waters glide
There I espied a fair one all in her morning dress
Oh a sailor gay I heard her say on the banks of Inverness

 

I stepped up to this fair one I steered my course her way
And finding her my own true love I unto her did say
Are you in love my fair one to this she answered yes
To a sailor gay who’s far away on the banks of Inverness

 

I said oh pretty fair one what was your true love’s name?
‘Twas William and the mark he wore right well I know the same
‘Twas on his little finger may God my sailor bless
for a ploughboy once was William on the banks of Inverness

 

I said oh pretty fair one your love you’ll see no more
For he is bound in irons all on some distant shore
Oh then said she I’ll wander I’ll double my distress
And in despair she tore her hair on the banks of Inverness

 

Long time I gazed upon her no longer could I stand
Showed her my little finger and the mark on my right hand
She said I’ve got gold and silver take off the tarry dress
And put on your true blue trousers on the banks of Inverness.

 

To church they then did hasten and married were with speed
In sweet content their days are spent in happiness indeed
Young sailors seek their company and in their lot rejoice
God bless the lot who rules their cot on the banks of Inverness
God bless the lot who rules their cot on the banks of Inverness.

 

Randal Bays fiddle and guitar
Julie Mainstone vocals

 

 

The Emigrant’s Song

 

Since things are so hard I must tell you sweetheart
That I must leave off with my plow and my cart
Away to Wisconsin in a journey I’ll go
To double my fortune as other fold do
While here I must labor each day in the field
While the winter consumes what the summertime yields.

 

Dear husband I’ve noticed with a sorrowful heart
That you have neglected your plow and your cart
Your hogs sheep and cattle at random do run
And your best Sunday jacket goes every day on
Oh stick to your farm and we’ll suffer no loss


For a stone that keeps rolling will suffer no loss.

Dear wife let’s be going and don’t let us wait
For I long to be going I long to be great
You will be some rich lady and who knows but i
Will be some great governor before I die
While here I must labor each day in the field
While the winter consumes what the summertime yields.

 

Dear husband remember that land of delight
Is surrounded by Indians by day and by night
They will plunder your house and burn it down to the ground
While your wife and your children lie murdered around
Oh stick to this farm and you’ll suffer no loss
For a stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss.

 

Dear wife you’ve convinced me I’ll argue no more
For I never considered the dangers before
My children I love them although they are small
And you my dear wife I love better than all
We’ll stick to this farm and we’ll suffer no loss
For a stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss.

 

 

Cold Blows the Wind

 

Cold blows the wind o’er my true love
Cold blows the wind and rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
But I’ll do as much for my one true love
As any one girl may
I’ll sit and weep down by his grave
For a twelve month and one day

 

And when twelve months had come and gone
This young man he arose
Why do you sit here by my grave
I cannot take my repose
One kiss, one kiss from your lily white lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss from your lily white lips
Then return back to your grave

 

My lips they are as cold as clay
My breath it is heavy and strong
If you were no to kiss these lips
Your days would not be long
Oh do you remember the garden grove
Where once we used to walk
Go and find me the fines flower of them all
It will wither like a stalk
Go and find me a nut from a dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from a maiden’s breast
Who babe bare never none
Go and dig me a grave that is long wide and deep
As quickly as you may
I will lie down in it and take one sleep
For a twelve month and one day.

 

Randal Bays cittern
Leo MacNamara whistles
Julie Mainstone vocals

 

 

House Carpenter

 

Well met, well met my pretty fair maid
Well met, well met said he
Oh I might have been married to a king’s daughter
Had it not been for the love of thee
Had it not been for the love of thee

 

If you might have been married to a king’s daughter
Well don’t lay the blame on me
For I am married to a house carpenter
And a fine young man is he
Oh a very fine man is he

 

If you’ll forsake your house carpenter
And will come along with me
I will take you where the grass grows ever green
By the banks of the sweet Dundee
By the banks of the sweet Dundee

 

What have you to support a wife?
And to help her out of misery?
Well I have seven ships upon dry land
And seven more ships at sea
Seven more ships at sea.

 

She took her baby in her arms
And she gave it kisses three
Saying you stay home with your own father
For he will be the best to thee
He will be the very best to thee

 

When they were three weeks a sailing
They were three weeks and scarcely four
The thoughts of her husband came ringing through her mind
And also of her sweet baby
Also of her sweet baby.

 

Oh do you mourn for silver, gold,
Or do you mourn for me
Or do you mourn for your house carpenter
And also for your sweet baby
And also for your sweet baby

 

No I don’t mourn for silver, gold
And I do not mourn for thee
But I do so mourn for my house carpenter
And sorely for my sweet baby
So sorely for my sweet baby

 

Now they were three months a-sailing
They were three months and scarcely four
When the ship sprang a leak to the bottom she went
And never was she once seen more
No never was she once seen more.

 

Randal Bays guitar and cittern
Julie vocals

 

 

Sliabh Gallion Braes

 

As I went a-walking one morning in May
To view your fine valleys and your mountains so gay
I was thinking of those flowers all doomed to decay
So farewell unto ye bonny, bonny, Sliabh Gallion Braes

 

How oft in the morning with my dog and my gun
I roam through the valleys both for joy and for fun.
But those days are now all over and I must go away
So farewell unto ye bonny, bonny, Sliabh Gallion Braes.

 

How oft in the evening with the sun in the west
I roved hand in hand with the one I love best
But the days of youth are vanished and now I’m far away
So farewell unto ye bonny bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes

 

It’s not for the want of employment at home
That caused us poor exiles in sorrow to roam
But those tyrannizing landlords, they would not let us stay
So farewell unto ye bonny bonny sliabh gallion braes

 

But the rents were getting higher and we could no longer stay
So farewell unto ye bonny bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes.

 

Randal Bays guitar
John Williams accordion
Julie vocals