On the Blessed Road

Wayfaring Stranger

 

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger

I'm travelin through this world of woe

There's no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright world to which I go

 

I'm goin' there to see my father

I'm goin' there no more to roam

I'm just goin' over Jordan

I'm just goin over home

 

I know the dark clouds will surely gather

I know my way is rough and steep

Golden fields lie just before me

Where weary eyes no more shall weep

 

I'm goin' there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just goin' over Jordan

I'm just goin' over home

 

Banjo: Molly Tennenbaum

Vocal harmonies: Kat Eggleston & Kate MacLeod

Jaw Harp:  John Dally

Bass:  David Salonen

 

 

James and Florence

 

Come now all you true lovers attend for a while

to a story I'm about to unfold

Young Florence was a damsel

so virtuous and kind

and young Jimmie was a jolly sailor bold

 

Adieu lovely Florence one morning he did say

I am called I am forced for to go

Unto that foreign shore

where the cannons loud do roar

And aloft when the stormy winds do blow

 

She wept in despair with the tidings he did bear

When Jimmie told her he must depart

She broke a ring in two

Saying 'here's one half for you'

and the other one she pressed unto her heart.

 

She said, "I'm not afriad

There's none can me persuade

For I am determined for to go

Onto that foreign shore

Where the cannon loud do roar

And protect you when the stormy winds do blow."

 

Six years upon the sea

Young Florence she did go

Admired well by all the crew

And never was it said that Florence was a maid

In her jacket and her trousers oh so blue.

 

And when they were at large

Young James go his discharge

It's straight-way to the captain he did go.

He said, 'Behold my maid, she never was afraid,

She went aloft when the stormy winds did blow.'

 

The captain said, 'your love is bold

Here's fifty pound in gold

And with you to get married I will go.

For I ne'er beheld a maid who never was afraid.

She went aloft when the stormy winds did blow'.

 

Admired by all around in the country and the town

Respected wherever they did go

They spoke affections soft in the times they went aloft

And they listened when the stormy winds did blow.

 

  

This song is from Carrie Grover's A Heritage of Songs.  It also goes by the titles 'James and Flora' and 'Disguised Sailor'. Collected in Newfoundland and Scotland.  Appeared in broadsides (Bodleian Firth) prior to 1863.  Broadsides are distinctive in that their first line is often a call for listeners to pay attention, as this song illustrates.

 

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Scottish smallpipes:  John Dally

 

 

 

Curra Road

 

In the summer we'll go walking way down to the river

Down the Curra Road

There's a blue sky we'll walk under

Listen to the humming bee and on we'll go

 

We won't worry about the traffic

Worry about the way to go

Worry about the phone

In the summer we'll go walking

way down to the river, down the dusty way

 

Past the cattle at their grazing

Through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak

Past the robin on her gatepost

Singing to the bluebirds, sunlight is their host

 

We won't worry about the winter

Worry about it raining

Worry about the snow

In the summer we'll go walking

Way down to the river, down the Curra Road.

 

There is music in the river

Listen to it dancing underneath the bridge

And the wind is hardly breathing

Words onto the river branches overhead

 

We won't worry about the government

Worry about the way to go

Worry about the hay

In the summer we'll go walking

Hand in hand together

Down the Curra Road.

 

Words and music by Ger Wolfe, recorded with permission.

Ger says he wrote this song about an actual road in Ireland where he and his wife and children used to walk together.

 

Accordion: Jimmy Keane

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Percussion:  Fletcher Andrews

Bass: David Salonen

 

 

The Slave's Lament

 

It was in sweet Senegal where my foes did me enthrall

For the land of Virginia, Ginia-O

Torn from that lovely shore and must never see it more

And alas I am weary, weary-o

 

All on that lovely coast there's no bitter snow or frost

Like the land in Virginia, Ginia-O

There the streams forever flow and the flowers forever blow

And alas I am weary, weary-o

 

The burden I must bear while the cruel scurge I fear

In the land of Virginia, Ginia-O

And I think on friends most dear with a bitter, bitter tear

And alas I am weary, weary-o

 

Guitar: Steve Amsden

Percussion: Andrew Fletcher

Bass: David Salonen

 

Robert Burns (1759-1796) is credited with this poem which bears a strong resemblance to "The Virginian Maid's Lament', (Buchan's Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland,  1828), 'The Trappan'd Maiden', and 'The Distressed Damsel' (An American Garland:Being a Collection of Ballads Relating to Merican 1563-1759, ed. C.H.Firth) all of which tell of the kidnapping of children in Aberdeen beginning in 1735 and continuing through 1753.  The children were publicly sold by a group of Aberdeen magistrates and merchants to plantation owners in Virginia and Maryland.  Burns' tale, by contrast, centers on a slave from Senegal who is transported to Virginia and yearns for his homeland; yet his poem contains nearly identical lines as the ones listed above: 'In the land of Virginia-o' and 'And o but I am weary, weary-o'.

 

The Blessing Song

 

Chorus~

May the rain always fall soft upon your fields

May the sun pour down like honey where you stand

May the wind be at your back and the road rise to meet

And your soul rest at last in the hollow of God's hand

 

    Life isn't easy, no one ever said it was

    But if you are lucky you will love and be loved

 

Chorus~

 

    Trouble and sorrow carve the lines on your face

    Why fear tomorrow? You will meet it with grace.

 

Chorus~

 

    May your friends be as many as the promises that you keep

    May your laughter in Heaven cause the devel to weep

 

Chorus~

 

Written by Jonell Mosser, recorded with permission

 

Fiddle: Kate MacLeod

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Bass:  David Salonen

 

Cloghinne Winds

 

The shadows fell across the room as I lay down to rest

A storm was raging deep inside my head

I fell into a restless sleep of crazy changing dreams

But woke to find you standing by me bed.

 

Chorus~

  Cloghinne winds were blowing when you called me

  First you spoke my name, your voice was still the same

  You beckoned me and I arose to follow where you led

  Out among the wild Cloghinne hills.

 

The mountain mist had lent an eerie whiteness to the hill

I knew you'd stop beside our sacred place

You stopped upon the fairy hill beneath the hawthorn tree

I thought I heard a lonely banshee scream.

 

Chorus~

 

You darted through the bracken trailing stardust in your wake

The silver spider threadings caught your face

You held your hands toward me and I reached to touch your face

But woke to find that you were just a dream.

 

Chorus~

 

The years have passed and I am growing weary from this earth

The magic of the dream alludes me still

I've lain beneath the fairy tree, I've shouted at the moon

I am the haunted woman of the hill

 

Chorus~

 

Written by Briege Murphy

Recorded with permission

 

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Fiddle: Kate MacLeod

 

Fair Maid by the Shore

 

There was a fair maiden who lived by the sea

They say she was sorely oppressed

Not a one could she find for to comfort her mind

as she roamed all alone by the shore, the shore

She roamed all alone by the shore.

 

There was a sea captain who followed the sea

The waves they rose high and rose low

I will die I will die the captain did cry

If I don't get that maid from the shore, the shore

If I don't get that maid from the shore.

 

The captain had silver the captain had gold.

The captain had clothing so fine

He gave them all to his jolly ship's crew

For to bring him that maid from the shore, the shore

Go and bring me that maid from the shore.

 

Slowly, slowly she came on board

The captain he gave her a cheer

And he took her right down to his cabin below

Say good-bye to your sorrow and care

Good-bye to your sorrow and care.

 

She seated herself at the stern of the ship

The waves blew high and blew low

And she sang so sweet, so gentle complete

That she sang all the seamen to sleep,

She sang all the seamen to sleep

 

Then she took all their silver, she took all that gold

She took all their clothing so fine

And she took a broad sword for to make her an oar

To paddle her back to the shore,

She paddled right back to the shore.

 

Your men all are crazy, your men are all mad

Your men are all in sore despair

I've deluded them all and likewise yourself

And I'm again a fiar maid by the shore

Again a fair maid by the shore.

 

From Carrie Grover's A Heritage of Songs

 

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Harmonica: Mark Graham

 

 

New Wings

 

He stands in a river and tries to stay dry

The rooster is crowing but he sleeps right on by

He's deaf to the anguish of his own sacred cry

He's wearing new sings,

Yet he things he can't fly.

 

He leans on a redwood in search of a tree

He's hoisting his sail a  mile from the sea

And he's counting his gold for a gift that is free

He's wearing new wings

In his old disbelief.

 

He dreams in the night of some mystical place

He wakes in the morning, it's gone with no trace

Oh he hungers and thirsts, and still will not taste.

He's wearing new wings

While his feet run the race.

 

The current in strong it's pulling him in

He stumbes and splashes and is soaked ot the skin

will he anger or marvel and the loss or the win

He's wearing new wings

And they're wearing him thin.

 

Strange how a momet can turn you around

The dirt 'neath your feet is now hallowed ground

And you're standing where the Kingdom has come

He's flying on wings

Flying.....

 

Melody: Kimberly A. Williams, 1995

All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Words by Julie Mainstone

 

Guitar: Kat Eggleston

Fiddle: Kate MacLeod

 

False Knight Upon the Road

 

What brings you here so late? said the knight on the road

I go to meet my God said the child as she stood

And she stood and she stood

right there well she stood

I go to meet my God said the child on the road.

 

How will you go by sea? said the knight on the road

with a strong boat under me said the child as she stood

And she stood and she stood 

right there well she stood

With a strong boat under me said the child on the road.

 

How will you go by land? said the knight on the road

With a strong staff in my hand said the child as she stood

And she stood and she stood

Right there well she stood

With a strong staff in my hand said the child on the road.

 

Me think I hear a bell said the child on the road

It is ringing you to hell said the child as she stood

And she stood and she stood

Right there well she stood

I go to meet my God said the child on the road.

 

This song goes by other titles including: 'Fause Knight upon the Road' and 'The Devil and the Schoolchild'. Collected in Scotland from a young miner boy by Alan Lomax.  Also collected in Appalachia, the Canadian maritimes, Ireland, and northeastern U.S.  An early printing can be found in Motherwell's Minstrelsy: Ancient and Modern, 1827.

 

Guitar: Steve Amsden

Cittern and mountain dulcimer: Wally Bell

 

Willie and Mary

 

As Willie and Mary stood by the seaside

Their last farewell for to take

A-sighin' and sayin' if you never return,

Alas my poor heart it will break.

 

Don't be afraid dear Mary he said

as he held his fair maid to his side

In my absence don't mourn for when I return

I will make you dear Mary my bride.

 

Sic years had apssed and no word at last

Mary stood by her own cottage door

A beggar came by with a patch o'er his eye

Bedraggled and ragged and tore.

 

Your charity fair maid bestow upon me

Your fortune I'll tell you beside.

If the lad whom you mourn will ever return

To make little Mary his bride.

 

Oh then said she if you will tell me

it is all that I have I will give

If you'll tell me true what Inow ask of you

Is my Willie dead or alive?

 

He's livin' said he though in said poverty

all shipwrecked he has been beside

he'll return no more as he is too poor

To make little Mary his bride.

 

Heaven knows she cried all the joy that I feel

While yet his misfortune I mourn

He is welcome to me in his great poverty

With his blue jacket tattered and torn.

 

I love him so dear so true and sincere

And no other I swear it beside

For if iin riches he rolled and was covered in gold

He's have made his own Mary his bride.

 

Then the patch o'er his eye the old beggar let fly

His old coat and the crutches beside

And in his sailor's blue clothes with cheeks like a rose

it was Willie who stood by her side.

 

Oh don't be afraid, dear Mary he said

It was only your faith that I tried.

To the church we'll away without further delay

And I'll make you dear Mary my bride.

To the church we'll away without further delay

And I'll make you dear Mary my bride.

 

From Carrie Grover's A Heritage of Songs

 

Cittern:  Wally Bell

Bass: David Salonen

 

 

 

St. Patrick's Prayer

 

God be with me

God within me

God behind me

God before me

God beside me

God to guide me

God to comfort and restore me

God beneath me

God above me

God in quiet

God in danger

God in hearts of all who love

God in mouth of friend and stranger.

 

Traditional

 

Guitar: Steve Amsden

Celtic D and bass flute: Larry Lawson