He makes me down to lie
In pastures green he leadeth me
The quiet waters by
He leadeth me
He leadeth me
The quiet waters by
Oh, I am come to the north country, Ochon, ochon, ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal for me
One time I had a hundred sheep, Ochon, ochon, ochrie!
Skipping o'er yon narrow creek
And growing wool for me
It was upon a Lammas night
When corn rigs are bonnie
Beneath the moon's unclouded light
I held awhile to Annie
The time went by with careless heed
Till 'tween the late and early
With small persuasion she agreed
To see me through the barley
Corn rigs and barley rigs
And corn rigs are bonnie
I'll not forget that happy night
Among the rigs with Annie...
Corn rigs and barley rigs
And corn rigs are bonnie
I'll not forget that happy night
Among the rigs with Annie...
The sky was blue, the wind was still
The moon was shining clearly
I set her down with right goodwill
Among the rigs of barley
I kenned her heart was all my own
I loved her most sincerely
I kissed her o'er and o'er again
Among the rigs of barley...
Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of a baggage that we all adore
The landlord's daughter
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother
Her ale, it is lively and strong to the taste
It is brewed with discretion, never with haste
You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
The landlord's daughter
And when her name is mentioned
The parts of every gentleman do stand up
At attention
Now there's Jane of The Blossom and Doll of The Crown
Pretty Kate of The Garter and Star down in town
Fat Dolly who keeps The Red Heart of renown
But I'll take the landlord's daughter
Oh, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between
Her left toe
And her right toe
I put my hand on her knee
And she said
Do you want to see?
I put my hand on her breast
And she said
Do you want a kiss?
I put my hand on her thigh
And she says
Do you want to try?
I put my hand on her belly
And she says
Do you want to fill me?
Gently, gently, gently, Johnny
Gently, Johnny, myjingalo
Gently, gently, gently, Johnny
Gently, Johnny, myjingalo...
Gently, Johnny, myjingalo
Gently, gently, gently, Johnny
Gently, Johnny, myjingalo...
In the woods there grew a tree
And a fine, fine tree was he
And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch
And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg
And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird a feather came
And of that feather was...
A bed
And on that bed there was a girl And on that girl there was a man
And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy
And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave
And from that grave there grew...
A tree
In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle
And on that bed there was a girl And on that girl there was a man
And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy
And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave
And from that grave there grew...
A tree
In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle
And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch
And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg
And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird, a feather came
And of that feather was...
A bed...
Corn rigs and barley rigs
And corn rigs are bonnie
I'll not forget that happy night
Among the rigs with Annie...
Take the flame inside you Burn and burn below
Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby grow
Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belay
Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby stay
Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belong
Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby strong
Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belie
Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby cry
Take the flame inside you Burn and burn begin...
There was a tinker lived of late Who walked the streets of Rye
He bore his pack upon his back
Patches and plugs did cry
O, I have brass within my bag
My hammer's full of metal
And as to skill, I well can clout
And mend a broken kettle
A maiden did this tinker meet
And to him boldly say
"Oh, sure, My kettle hath much need
"If you will pass my way"
She took the tinker by the hand and led him to her door
Says she, "My kettle I will show
"And you can clout it sure"
For patching and plugging is his delight...
Fair maid, says he, your kettle's cracked