Bold Champions


Once more for Greenland we are bound

To leave you all behind
With timbers firm and hearts so warm

We sail before the wind brave boys

Aye we sail before the wind


We do not go to face the foe

Upon the raging main
We only sail to catch the whale

And we’ll return again brave boys

Aye we’ll return again


We leave behind us on the shore
All them we love most dear

Our wives and sweethearts, and our bairns

All weeping on the pier brave boys

All weeping on the pier


And when at last we reach the ice
We’ll quickly raise our sails
Each boat well manned, with six good hands

We will pursue the whale brave boys
Aye we will pursue the whale


When half a year is come and gone

Then we’ll come rolling home
With plenty brass, and a bonny lass
We’ll make the taverns roar brave boys

Aye well make the taverns roar


To Greenland’s frost we’ll drink a toast

And them we love most dear
And across the main, to hunt again

We’ll take a trip next year brave boys

Aye we’ll take a trip next year

Poison in a Glass of Wine

Around the grove as I was walking,
And in the fields, where all was green,
'Twas there I heard two damsels talking,
Which made the small birds whistle and sing.

He said - "My dear, shall I enjoin you?
And for ever I'll prove true.
I hope a raging will destroy me,
If ever I should prove false to you."

"Although my name it is Maria,
I am a girl of high degree;
He courted me both late and early,
Until he had his will of me."

Although this fair and lovely creature,
She was invited to a ball,
Her jealous young man soon followed after,
It was to prove her overthrow.

He caught her dancing with another,
When jealousy fulfilled his mind;
And to destroy his own true lover,
This jealous young man he felt inclined.

A dose of poison he provided,
Mixed it with a glass of wine;
He gave it to his own true lover,
She drank it up with a cheerful mind.

And when she had no sooner drunk it,

"Pray take me home, my dear," said she;
"The glass of liquor you just gave me,
Has made me ill as ill can be."

As they were walking home together,
This wicked young man unto her did say;
"I gave you poison all in your liquor,
To take your tender life away."

"And I have drunk the same, my dearest,
I am as ill, as ill as thee",
All in each other's arms they died,
Young girls be aware of jealousy.

Rambling Comber

You combers all both great and small, come listen to my ditty

For it is ye and only ye, regard my form with pity

For I can write read dance and fight, indeed it's all my honour

My failing is oh I love strong beer, for I'm a rambling comber

Now it's on the tramp I'm forced to stamp, my shoes are all atatter

My hose unbound they trail the ground,I seldom wears a garter

I have a coat scarce worth one groat, and I sadly want for another

But it's oh my dear how I love strong beer, for I'm a rambling comber

Now I have no watch and I have a patch, on both sides of my breeches

My hat is torn, and my wig's all worn and my health is all my riches

Would that I had some giggling lass, my coat all for to border

With straps and bows oh I would hold those; I would hold them all in order

Now a tailor's bill I seldom fill, I never do take measure

I make no debt which doth me let in the taking of my pleasure

Nor ever will till I grow old when I must give it over

For then old age will me engage, for being a rambling comber

So a pitcher boy I'll now employ while I have cash or credit

I'll rant and roar and I'll call for the score
and I'll pay them when I have it

For this is always on my mind let me be drunk or sober

A bowl of punch my thirst to quench and a quart of old October

For it's oh my dear how I love strong beer, for I’m a rambling comber

Banks of Mossing

As I was a-walking down by some shady grove,
Down by some shady Nancy, my heart, my soul's delight.

Chorus (after each verse):

Young lambs they were a-playing all on the banks of sweet Mossing,

All on the banks of sweet Mossing all on through happy spring,

The lark all in the air she rise all in the morning

And brings me joyful tidings of Nancy my dear.


The song-birds on the branches is now sat down to rest
I'll write to lovely Nancy, my heart, my soul's delight.

Oh, bring me ink and paper that I might sit down to write
I'll write to lovely Nancy, my heart, my soul's delight

The Lady and the Soldier

It was early one morning in the merry month of May
When I spied a young couple together at play.
One was a pretty fair maid, whose beauty shone so clear,
And the other was a soldier, a bold Grenadier.

There were kisses and sweet compliments they gave to each other,
They walked hand in hand, like sister and brother.
They walked hand in hand till they came to a spring
Where they both sat down together to hear the nightingale sing.

He undid his knapsack and drew out a fiddle,
He put one arm around her, yes, right round her middle.
He played her a merry tune that made the valleys ring,
“Oh, hark!” said the fair maid, “how the nightingales sing!”

“Oh, now,” said the soldier, “it's time to give o'er.”
“Oh, no,” said the fair maid, “play me one tune more,
For the listening of your music and the touching of your string,
I'd rather much more have it than hear the nightingale sing.”

“Oh, no,” said the fair maid, “will you marry me?”
“Oh, no,” said the soldier, “that can never be.
I've a wife and three children in my own country,
Such a nice little woman as you ever did see.

“I am bound for old India for seven long years,
To drink wine and whisky instead of strong beer.
And if ever I return again, may it be in the spring!
When we'll both sit down together to hear the nightingale sing.”

The Rose of York

My name it is Mark Fenner and I am a Yorkshireman;                            
I earn my living by my pen, tell a stirring tale I can,
But the one I tell you now boys, was writ by foolish men,
When petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.

Come, all you young unmarried men, the boys of the Bulldog breed,                  
We're looking for the strong and brave, that's what Britannia needs;
We'll fight the Hun in France and drown them in the Seine;
But petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.

Well, we first shipped out to Egypt where the heat was hard to bear;                  
We were waiting for the call to France, for the Bosche were fighting there;
And, we talked of what we'd do boys, brother, son and friend;
But petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.

At last we heard the Push was on and we sailed across the Med,
We little thought in two weeks time we'd most of us be dead,
And the girls back home would weep with a grief so hard to mend;
And petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.

With shouts of joy we led the charge towards the German wire;
The handsome Mason was first to fall as the guns they opened fire;      
His face no longer handsome on the barbs he met his end;
And petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.           


We had a sergeant major, bold by nature, Bold by name,                                            
But the German guns don't pick and choose and Bold died just the same;
Many gallants followed after, the coin of life to spend;
And petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again.

Well, we didn't want to lose you, but we thought you ought to go;
Your King and country need you, Lord Kitchener told us so,
But the story I’ve now told you was writ by foolish men;
When petals fell from a Rose of York, never to bloom again

Oak Tree Carol

Here's a song for the oak, the brave old oak,
That hath ruled in the greenwood long,
Here's health and renown to his long broad crown,
And his fifty arms so strong;
There's fear in his frown when the sun goes down
And the fire from the West fades out,
And he showeth his might on a wild midnight,
When storms through the branches shout.


Chorus (after each verse):
So here's to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who stands in his pride alone;
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,
When a hundred years are gone.


In the days of old, when the spring with gold
Was lightening his branches grey,
Through the grass at his feet skipped maidens sweet
To gather the dews of May;
And all that day, to the rebeck gay,
They frolicked with lovesome swains;
They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid,
But the tree it still remains.

He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes
Were a merry, merry sound to hear,
From the squire's great hall to the cottage small,
They were filled with good English cheer;
Now gold hath its sway, we all obey,
And a ruthless king is he,
But he never shall send our ancient friend
To be tossed on the stormy sea.

The Frozen Girl

Young Charlotte lived by the mountain side,

In a wild and a lonely spot.
Not a dwelling house for five miles around,
Except her father's cot.

On many pleasant winter’s night,
Young folks would gather there.
Her father kept a social house,
And she was young and fair.


Her father liked to see her dressed
As fine as a city belle
For she was the only child that he had,
And he loved his daughter well.


It was New Year's Eve, the sun was low,
Joy beamed in her bright blue eyes.

As to the window she would go
And watch the sleighs pass by.


It was New Year's Eve, the sun was low
Joy beamed in her bright blue eyes.
She watched until her true love's sleigh
Came swiftly riding by.

In a village fifteen miles away,
There's a merry ball tonight.
The piercing air was cold as death,
But her heart was warm and dry.


“Oh daughter dear”, her mother said
“This blanket around you fold,
It's a dreadful night to go abroad
And you'll catch your deathly cold”

“Oh no oh no”, the daughter said
And she laughed like a gypsy queen
To ride in a sleigh all bundled up
I never shall be seen”.


“My silken coat it is quite warm,
It's lined throughout you know.
Besides I have a silken scarf
Which around my neck I'll throw”.


Her cloak and bonnet soon were on,
They stepped in to the sleigh.
And around the mountain side they went,
For many miles away.


There's life in the sound of the merry bells,
As over the hills they go.
What a creaking sound the runners make
As they bite the frozen snow.


With muffled faces silently,
Over five long miles they pass.
When Charlie with these frozen words,
The silence broke at last.

“Such a night as this I never knew,
These lines I scarce can hold”

And Charlotte said in a very feeble voice
“I'm growing very cold”.


He cracked his whip, he urged his steed
Much faster than before
Saying “it's ten long dreadful miles to go
And it's o'er ice and snow”.


“How fast”, said Charles, “the frosty ice
Keeps gathering on her brow”
And Charlotte said in a very feeble voice,
“I'm growing warmer now”


And on they ride through the frosty air,
And the glittering cold starlight.
Until at last the village inn,
And the ballroom are in sight.


He drove up to the ballroom door,
Stepped out and reached his hand.

He asked her once, he asked her twice,
He asked her three times o'er.


“Why sit you there like a monument,
Within is power to stir”.
He called her by her name again,
But she said not a word.

He took her hand in his, oh God,
It was cold and hard as stone.
He tore the mantle from her brow,
And there the cold stars shone.

And then in to the lighted hall,
Her lifeless form he bore.
Charlotte was a frozen corpse,

And words spoke never more.

Young Charles knelt down all by her side,
The bitter tears did flow.
“My own, my true intended bride,
I never more shall know”.

He twined his arms around her neck,
The bitter tears did flow.
And his thoughts turned back to the place where she said,
“I'm growing warmer now”.

Sweet Loving Friendship

If you look out from some high, high window

You will see the sun set beyond the town;
You will see the rooks to the tree-tops screaming
And the wing of evening come folding down.


Between the morning and the evening,
Between the Springtime and the Winter drear,
There comes a time of new beginnings,
When sweet loving friendship drives away all fear.


There is many here they know naught but sorrow
And like the beasts they live from day to day.
But we can think on a bright tomorrow
Since sweet loving friendship drives all grief away.


All hope in prison, it soon will smother
If none will with you your sorrow share.
But we cling fast to one each other
And sweet loving friendship banishes despair.


Just like the sailor when his ship makes harbour,
Just like the traveller who finds an inn,
What care they if the wind blows harder
When they be safe and warm within?


No lonely convict can resist the darkness
Just as no sailor can the driving rain
But find a comrade to share your fastness
And sweet loving friendship will ease your pain.


So if you look out from some high, high window
And see the sun set beyond the sky,
You need not mourn at the coming shadow
If some loving friend is standing nigh.

The Two Magicians

She looked out the window as white as any milk,
He looked in the window as black as any silk

Hello, hello, hello, hello you coal blacksmith
You have done me no harm
But you never shall have me maidenhead that I have kept so long
I’d rather die a maid
Yes but then she said and be buried all in my grave
Than to have such a nasty husky, musty, fusky, dusty coal blacksmith
A maiden I shall die

Then she became a duck, a duck all on the stream
And he became a water dog and fetched her back again

Then she became a hare, a hare upon the plain
And he became a greyhound dog and fetched her back again

Then she became a fly, a fly all in the air
And he became a spider and fetched her to his lair

Then she became a rose, a rose all in the wood
And he became a bumblebee and kissed her where she stood

She became a star, a star all in the night
And he became a thundercloud and muffled her out of sight

Then she became a nun, a nun all dressed in white
And he became a canting priest and prayed for her by night

Then she became a corpse, a corpse all in the ground
And he became the cold cold clay and smothered her all around.


©2019 by The Dovetail Trio