Song Lyrics

Lady Franklin's Lament
Crazy Love
Anachie Gordon
The Good Man
When I Was in My Prime
Horo Johnny
Kilkelly
I Wish
Love at the Five and Dime
Hard Times Come Again No More
Without the Fanfare

Lady Franklinís Lament (Traditional)
It was homeward bound one night on the deep,
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep,
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true,
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.

With a hundred seamen he sailed away,
To the frozen ocean in the month of May.
To seek a passage around the pole,
Where we poor sailors do sometimes go.

Through cruel hardships they vainly strove
Their ships on mountains of ice was drove,
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe,
Was the only one that ever came through.

In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow,
The fate of Franklin no man may know,
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell,
Lord Franklin alone with his sailors dwell.

And now my burden it gives me pain,
For my long lost Lord Franklin I would cross the main,
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give,
To say on earth that my Franklin do live.

Crazy Love (Van Morrison)
I can hear his heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time he smiles
And when I come to him that's where I belong
Yeah, I run unto him like a river's song.

Chorus:
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.

He's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to him when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief.

And I need him in the daytime
And I need him in the night
Want to throw my arms around him
Kiss him, hug him, kiss him, hug him tight.

Yeah, when I'm returning from so far away
He gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
Yeah he makes me righteous, makes me feel whole
Yeah he makes me mellow down in to my soul.

Anachie Gordon (Traditional)
Harking is bonnie and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and will not remove
It will not remove, Oh for all that I have done
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
For Anachie Gordon, he's bonnie and he's rough
He'd entice any woman that ever he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie.

Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying Jeannie you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie
For Anachie Gordon, he's barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands?
Oh the Sulton's lands are broad and his towers they run high,
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie.

With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread
And before I marry Sulton, it's gold to my head
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie
And you that are my parents to Church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sulton I'll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter, I'll neíer bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie.

Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home
And when she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She went into her chambers she cried all alone.

Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sulton I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with renown
Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns
But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee
Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie.

The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide.
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands
Oh so long on the sands, so long on the flood
Theyíve married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.

You that are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber that me love she lies in.
And he's kissed her cold lips till his heart has turned to stone
And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in.

The Good Man (Words: traditional; tune: Kate Rusby /John McCusker)
The good man he came home one night,
The good man home came he,
And there he spied an old saddle horse
where no horse should there be.
It's a cow; it's cow
Cried the good man's wife,
It's a cow, just a cow can't you see.
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen,
But a saddle on a cow has never been.

The good man he came home one night,
The good man home came he,
And there he spied a powdered wig
Where no wig should there be.
It's a hen; it's hen
Cried the good man's wife,
It's a hen, just a hen can't you see.
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen,
But powder on a hen has never been has never been.

The good man he came home one night,
The good man home came he,
And there he spied a riding coat
Where coat should there be.
It's sheets; it's sheets
Cried the good man's wife,

It's sheets, just sheets can't you see.
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen,
But buttons on a sheet has never been has never been.

The good man climbed the stairs that night
When the good man home came he,
And there he spied a handsome man
Where no man should there be.
It's the maid; it's the maid,
Cried the good man's wife,
The milking maid can't you see.
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen,
But beard on a maid has never been has never been.

When I Was in My Prime (Traditional)
When I was in my prime,
I flourished like a vine,
When came along a false young man
Who stole away my thyme,
Who stole away my thyme.

The gardener standing by,
Three offers he made to me,
The pink, the violet, and red rose,
Which I refused all three,
Which I refused all three.

The pinkís no flowers at all
For it fades away too soon,
The violet is too pale a hue,
I think Iíll wait Ďtil June,
I think Iíll wait Ďtil June.

In June, the red rose blooms,
Thatís not the flower for me,
For then Iíll pluck the red rose off,
And plant a willow tree,
And plant a willow tree.

If Iím spared for one more year,
And God should grant me grace,
Iíll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face,
To wash his deceitful face.

Horo Johnny (Sean McCarthy)
Chorus:
Horo my Johnny, wonít you come home soon,
The winter is coming and Iím all alone,
A candle is burning in my window, love,
And the wild geese, they are coming home.

A young manís love is something to behold,
First it burns and then it soon turns cold.
Heíll whisper in the moonlight and your hand heíll hold,
Then heíll vanish like the morning dew.

Chorus

Heíll court you by a meadow in the summertime,
When first you love it is the sweetest time.
Heíll promise a golden ring and then one day,
Heíll vanish with the morning dew.

Chorus

Youíll be waiting for his footsteps in the lonely room,
Listen by the window, heíll be coming soon.
Your heart will be breaking by the early dawn,
For heíll vanish with the morning dew.
Chorus
So come all you young men who are in your prime,
A young maidenís love is like the rarest wine,
When first you taste it Ďtis the golden time,
Sweeter than the morning dew
Chorus
Chorus

Kilkelly (Peter Jones)
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good
as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all got a find work in England,
the house is so empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected,
a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell
are going to be married in June.
Your mother says not to work on the railroad
and be sure to come on home soon.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John
Hello to your misses and to your four children,
may they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I suppose that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
and now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy you named a child for her
and nows she's got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don't say what kind
Or when you will be coming home.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1880, dear Michael and John, my sons
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
that your dear old mother is gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don't have to worry, she died very quickly,
remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning,
with money he's sure to buy land
For the crop has been poor and the people
are selling, any price that they can.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1890, my dear and loving son John
I suppose that I must be close on eighty,
it's thirty years since goodbye.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
and Brigid's daughters are grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
they're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
what joy to see you again.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1892, my dear brother John
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you that father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
and healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
(And we buried him alongside of mother,
down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
considering his life was so hard.)
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,
he called for you in the end.
Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit,
we'd all love to see you again.

I Wish (Words: traditional; tune: Kate Rusby)
A bold young farmer courted me,
He gained my heart and liberty,
He gained heart and good free will,
I must confess I love him still,
I must confess I love him still.

Chorus

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I was a maid again.
A maid again I neíer shall be
For that young farmer lay with me.

There is a house in yonder town,
Where my love goes and sits him down
He takes a strange girl upon his knee,
He tells her things he wonít tell me,
He tells her things he wonít tell me

There is a bird in yonder tree,
Some say heís blind and can not see,
I wish it was the same with me
When first I met your company,
When first I met your company.

I wish my little babe was born,
And this poor girl was dead and gone
And then from love I will be free,
With green grass growing over me,
With green grass growing over me.

A bold young farmer courted me,
He gained my heart and liberty,
He gained heart and good free will
I must confess I love him still,
I must confess I love him still.

Love at the Five and Dime (Nanci Griffith)
Rita was sixteen years with hazel eyes and chestnut hair,
She made the Woolworth counter shine
Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer,
They'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.

Chorus:
They'd sing, "Dance a little closer to me, dance a little closer now
Dance a little closer tonight
Dance a little closer to me, Ďcause it's closing time
And love's on sale tonight at this five and dime.

Eddie played the steel guitar and his mama cried 'cuz he played in the bars
And kept young Rita out late at night
So, they married up in Abilene; lost a child in Tennessee
Still, that love survived.

Chorus

One of the boys in Eddie's band took a shine to Rita's hands
So, Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife
Oh' but he was back by June, singin' a different tune
And sportin' Miss Rita back by his side.

Chorus

Eddie traveled with the barroom bands Ďtill arthritis took his hands
Now he sells insurance on the side
Rita's got a house to keep, dime store novels and a love so sweet
They dance to the radio late at night.

Chorus

Hard Times Come Again No More (Stephen Foster)
Let us pause in lifeís pleasures and count its many tears,
For we all sup sorrow with poor.
Thereís a song that will linger forever in our ears,
O hard times, come again no more.

Chorus:
Thereís a song, a sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door,
O hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay,
There are frail forms fading at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks all say,
O hard times come again no more.

Itís a song that is wafted cross the lowly plain,
Itís a wail that is heard upon the shore.
Itís a dirge that is murmured across the lonely grave,
O hard times come again no more.

Without the Fanfare (Mick Hanly)
I know itís the same old song Iím singing,
But this time these words are just for you.
Thatís the only thing thatís new.
I know that Iíve sung about a million,
borrowed lines and phrases from a few.
This oneís still as good as new
Without the Fanfare, I love you.

By day I move words around like flowers,
I deliver by the afternoon
'Cause the piper calls the tunes.
Today, Iíve made full use of the hours,
Iíve explored the smallest avenue,
And that feeling still came through.
Without the fanfare, I love you.

Sure, Iíve lost my way sometimes
But Iíve had to pay.
Sometimes Iíve gone completely over board.
Moved a million phrases round,
Tried to make them leave the ground.
But the only line that soared.
Bidding all the rest adieu,
Sounding still as good as new,
Without the fanfare, I love you.

Hello, do I still have your attention?
I forgot to mention thanks again
From the captain and the crew.
And so without the sweet perfume and roses,
I hope youíll still believe itís true,
Without the fanfare, I love you.
Without the fanfare, I love you.