Shirley Collins

from [http://mainlynorfolk.info/folk/] Hares on the Mountain Oh Sally, my dear, it's you I'd be kissing, Oh Sally, my dear, it's you I'd be kissing, She smiled and replied, you don't know what you're missing. Oh Sally, my dear, I wish I could wed you

One morning one morning one morning in May I met this young lady wrapped up in white linen All dressed in white linen Cold as the clay. When I was a young girl, I used to seek pleasure When I was a young girl, I used to drink ale. Right out of an ale

If you'll meet me at the Red Barn As sure as I have life I will take you to Ipswich Town And there make you my wife." He straight went home and fetched his gun, His pickaxe and his spade. He went unto the Red Barn And there he dug her grave. Come all

One evening as I rambled among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine. Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her did this sly bold Reynardine. He said, "If by chance

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Oh love is teasing and love is pleasing And love's a treasure when first it's new But as love grows older at length (it) grows colder And fades away like the morning dew I left my mother and I left my father I left my brothers and my sisters too I le

I once loved a boy, a bonny, bonny boy And I loved him, I will vow and protest. I loved him so well, so very, very well, That I built him a bath on my breast. It was through the green valley and up a green hill, Like one that was troubled in mind, I

Joseph was an old man, and an old man was he When he met Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee As Mary and Joseph were walking one day To an orchard of cherry trees they chanced for to stay Then Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild "Pick me some cher

It was Yankee the squire As I've heard the men say Who rode out a-huntin' on one Saturday. They hunted all day but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman Laid on the cold ground. About eight o'clock boys the dogs they throwed off on Leatherhead

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without a seam or needlework, And h