From Here

by Stick In The Wheel

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1.
01:37
I am an old-timer, I travel the road I sit in me wagon and lumber me load Me hotel is the jungle, a camp me abode And I'm well known to Blondie and Mary Me liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea And the old highway code was me first ABC And I cut me eye teeth on an old AEC And I'm champion at keeping them rolling I've sat in the cabin and boiled in the sun Been snowed up on Shap on the Manchester run I've crawled through the fog with me twenty-two ton Of fish that was stinking like blazes From London to Glasgow to the Newcastle quay From Liverpool, Preston and Bristol City The polons on the road give the thumb sign to me But I'm champion at keeping them rolling You may sing of your soldiers and sailors so bold But there's many and many a hero untold Who sits at the wheel in the heat and the cold Day after day without sleeping So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend Check all your gauges and watch your big end And zing with your lights when you pass an old friend You'll be champion at keeping them rolling
2.
On common ground the poisoned seed, was sown in my country They fenced me in and took away, the things that belonged to me With a chill in my heart I knew They did it to me, they’ll do it to you So child you must fight, fight. The softest hands have sealed the fate, the roughest ones would never make A promise on the ground we stand, a bloody line in the sand The pen and the sword be damned What a piece of work is a man So child you must fight, fight. They made us eat the tainted crop, we had a taste and couldn’t stop So sick with hate for what they’d done, too late for me your time has come The pen and the sword be damned What a piece of work is a man So child you must fight, fight. On common ground the poisoned seed, was sown in my country They fenced me in and took away, the things that belonged to me With a chill in my heart I knew They did it to me, they’ll do it to you So child you must fight, fight.
3.
There were seven of the gypsies and all in a row And none of them lame nor lazy-O, And they sang so sweet and so complete That they stole the heart of the lady-O. And they sang sweet and they sang shrill That fast her tears began to flow, And she lay down her silken gown, Her golden rings and all her show. She plucked off all her highheeled shoes, All made of Spanish leather-O, And she would in the street in her bare bare feet To run away with seven of the gypsies-O. They rode north and they rode south, And they rode it late and early-O Until they come to the river side And oh but she was weary-O. Says, Last night I rode by the river side With me servants all around me-O, And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet All along with seven of the gypsies-O. It was late last night when the lord come home And his servants they stood ready-O. And the one took his boots and the other took his horse, But away was his own dear lady-O. And when he come to the servants' door Enquiring for his lady-O, The one she sighed and the other one cried, She's away with seven of the gypsies-O. For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy, And they were strange stories he told me-O, Of the moon that rose by the river side For to pack with seven of the gypsies-O. Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare, For the brown's not so speedy-O. And I will ride for to seek my bride Who's run away with seven of the gypsies-O. Oh he rode north and he rode south, And he rode it late and early-O Until he come to the river side And it was there that he spied his lady-O. What makes you leave all your house and your land, All your gold and your treasure for to go? And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord To run away with seven of the gypsies-O? What care I for me house and me land? What care I for me treasure-O? And what care I for me new-wedded lord, For I'm away with seven of the gypsies-O. Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed With the sheet turned down so bravely-O. And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed All along with seven of the gypsies-O. What care I for me goosefeather bed With the sheet turned down so bravely-O? For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed All along with seven of the gypsies-O. There were seven 0f the gypsies and all in a row And none of them lame nor lazy-O, And they sang so sweet and so complete That they stole the heart of the lady-O.
4.
03:18
I’m sourcing for the sale, oh I take up my barrow a-lightly-o I travel alone, oh And you’ll do well by me I know I’m waiting for the sale, six months late Take a pretty little ticket at the gate And when the sun arises, I’ll be there With my breakfast and my tea I got down there Oh, they saw me there Straight as a sail, I’ve got my way And always be sure that you’ll come by me For the ones that you left there were meant there for me I’m here with my barrow-o Looking to buy your wares You’ll want to sell me it all And then a tidy little bargain for we both I’ll shake your hand, oh Then stab you in the back and off I go I look like the others in the cold But a wolf in sheeps clothing I am I’m always polite wherever I go Straight as a sail I’ll get my way And always be sure that you’ll come by me For the ones that you left there were meant there for me Take a pretty little ticket and in you go When you get in you will find that you want for it all How much, then what is it, they cry And I move amongst them all quiet like I know the way wherever you go I’ll follow and find you for your curios I won’t be the one to pay silly-o But agree you’ll have a bargain and I’ll have my fill
5.
A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever And if I were with my love, I would live forever But where is my love gone, with his cheeks like roses And his good black billycock on, all crowned with primroses I'm afraid the scorching sun, will shine and burn his beauty And if I was with my love, I'd do my duty Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried Strange news flies up and down, that my love he's married I wish them both much joy though they can't hear me And may God reward them well for the slighting of me Don't you remember when you lay beside me And you said you'd marry me and not deny me If I said I'd marry you, it was only for to try you But bring your witness love, and I'll not deny you Oh witness have I none, save God almighty And may he reward you well, for the slighting of me Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble To think she loved a one and he proved deceitful A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever And if I were with my love, I would live forever
6.
01:57
“Step in young man, I know your face It's nothing in your favour A little time I'll give to you Six months at hard labour” With me whip the day, whip for the day whip for the day-o At six o'clock our turnkey comes With a bunch of keys all in his hand "Come, come, my lads, step up and grind Tread the wheel till breakfast time" At eight o'clock our skilly comes in Sometimes thick and sometimes thin But devil a word we must not say Or it's bread and water all next day At nine o'clock the jangle rings All on the trap boys, we must spring "Come, come, my lads, step up in time The wheel to tread and the corn to grind" Now Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say Sunday is our starvation day Our hobnailed boots and tin mugs too Will on shine nor will they do Now six long months are over and past I will return to my bonnie lass I'll leave the turnkeys all behind The wheel to tread and the corn to grind
7.
04:18
Come all of you tradesmen that travel alone Prey will you tell me where the work has all gone Long time I been travelling and I cannot find none Chorus (after each verse): And it’s, oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times Provisions you buy at the shops, it is true But if you've no money, there's none there for you So what are poor men and their families to do If you go to the shop and you ask for a job They answer you back with a shake and nod Ain't that enough to make someone turn out and rob You’ll see the poor tradesmen out walking the street From morning till night for employment to seek And scarcely they’ve got any shoes to their feet Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war They're fighting for Queen and for country once more Home to be starved, better stayed where they were And now to conclude and to finish my song I’m hoping these hard times will not be here long And soon I'll have occasion to alter my song Final Chorus: Singing, Oh the good times of old England In old England very good times
8.
02:34
Me and Becky took a walk down the retail park There was something going on When the sun went down the shutters went up Everybody was helping, helping themselves Strangest shopping I’d ever seen No-one got a receipt Becky said we could do the same No-one there would get the blame Oh me and Becky took a load Took what ever we could hold Then we went back and sat on the wall So we got a TV, but it was too heavy So we put it in a skip and we got it next day I couldn’t sleep I was so wired My Blackberry was going all night When finally I got me head down My conscience spoke to me Oh you and Becky took a load You took whatever you could hold What about the little man Wrekking his shop you helped burn down Man I felt so sorry Some people lost their homes We thought we’d get away with it But they caught our faces anyway Now I’m sitting in my prison cell Worried about my little girl Will they give her back to me Will she know her mummy Becky says she’s doing fine But she ain’t the one sat here doing time
9.
-There were two little sisters a-walking alone Hey hey the grinding Two little sisters a-walking alone By the bonny bonny bows of London And the eldest pushed her sister in Hey hey the grinding Pushed her sister into the stream By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she pushed her in and she watched her drown Hey hey the grinding Watched her body floating down By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she floated up and she floated down Hey hey the grinding Floats till she come to the miller's dam By the bonny bonny bows of London And out and come the miller's son Hey hey the grinding Father dear here swims a swan By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh they laid her out on the bank to die Hey hey the grinding Fool with a fiddle come a-riding by By the bonny bonny bows of London And he took some strands of her long yellow hair Hey hey the grinding Made some strings from this yellow hair By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone Hey hey the grinding Made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made a fiddle out of her breastbone Hey hey the grinding Sound would pierce the heart of a stone By the bonny bonny bows of London But the only tune that the fiddle would play Was oh the bows of London The only tune the fiddle would play Was the bonny bonny bows of London And he laid this fiddle all down on a stone Hey hey the grinding Played so loud it played all alone By the bonny bonny bows of London
10.
03:13
For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, Ten thousand miles I've traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, For to save her shoes from gravel I went down to Satan's kitchen To break my fast one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning. Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys Bedlam boys are bonny For they all go bare & they live by the air And they want no drink or money There I took a cauldron Where boiled ten thousand harlots Though full of flame I drank the same To the health of all such varlets. My staff has murdered giants My bag a long knife carries To cut mince pies from children's thighs For which to feed the fairies. CH No gypsy, slut or doxy Shall win my mad Tom from me I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight The fray shall well become me. Of thirty bare years have I Twice twenty been enraged, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly caged. CH The moon's my constant Mistrisse, And the lowly owl my morrowe, The flaming Drake and the Nightcrow make Me music to my sorrow. I know more than Apollo, For oft, when he lies sleeping I see the stars at bloody wars In the wounded welkin weeping, CH With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghostes and shadowes I summon'd am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end. Methinks it is no journey.
11.
04:52
A yellow braid around my neck That shows them all that I’m to be led They keep me here until I’m done A grassy circle churned with mud Into the field they make me run With all the chains around my feet No way to rest in the hot sun A silver hasp to keep me in So now my coat’s no longer pale But has the marks from time hard won My stable’s roofed only by the air And never warms me in the cold The trap is heavy that I pull Into the noise of four wheeled men I pass the others on their grass islands We’re bred for work that’s never done The silver hasp has worn me down And as I circle on and round It wears in turn until then A hollow sound is all there’s left I pick a time after I’ve been fed Into the night I run and run
12.
02:31
A scaffold tall, all built of gold The flags will fly, children be told And in your name they’ll march for days Then before the others you’ll kneel We come from here, from here are we Are of the earth, and earth is we Lie you there, ready for your end And by of river go we We come to pass a burning pyre Laid to rest on a bed of flame Path is long but we are not And of valley go we. A blackened spot on broken ground In the dust, return to there End of days, for one for all And by of river go we.
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04:39
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released September 25, 2015

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