Mended

by Baroque & Hungry

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This is our first full-length studio album, recorded mostly over the summer of 2013.

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released 20 October 2013

Produced and mixed by Roger Nogureol, mastered by Neil Fein. Design and packaging by Neil, photography by Grazina Strolia. Recorded at Amperclef Studios.

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Track Name: Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie
Mirk and rainy is the nicht
There's no' a staum in a' the carry
Lichtnin's gleam a-thwart the lift
And cauld winds drive wi' winters fury

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
is howling ower the warlock Craigie

Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank
The rifted wood roars wild & dreary
Loud the iron yett does clank
The cry of hoolits mak's me eerie

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
is howling ower the warlock Craigie

Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak
For fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek
O rise, O rise my bonnie lady

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
is howling ower the warlock Craigie

She's ope'd the door, she's let him in
She's cuist aside his dreepin plaidie
Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind
For Maggie noo I'm an aside ye

Noo since your waukin' Maggie
Noo since yer waukin' Maggie
What care I for hoolits cry
For boortree bank or warlock Craigie
Track Name: The Galway Medley: Galway Lady and Galway Girl
"Galway Lady" (traditional)

As I roved out through Galway city at the hour of twelve at night,
who did I see but a handsome lady combin' her hair by candle light?
I said: "Lady, I have come a-courtin' your fine favors for to win;
and if you'd but smile upon me, next Sunday night I'll come call again."

Falla talla roo tada roo dum diddy dum
falla talla roo tada roo dum day
Falla talla roo, tada roo dum diddy dum
falla talla roo tada roo dum day

She said: "So to me you've come a-courtin my fine favors for to win,
but it would give me the greatest pleasure if you should never come call again.
For what would I do when I go a-walkin' walkin' out in the morn-ing dew?
What would I do when I go a-walkin' walkin' out with the likes of you?"

Falla talla roo...

I said: "Lady I have gold and silver, lady I have houses and land.
lady I have ships on the ocean & all will be at your command."
She said: "What care I for your ships on the ocean what care I for your houses and land?
What care I for your gold and silver when all I want is a handsome man?"

Falla talla roo...

I said: "You ever see the grass in the morning all bedecked with jewels rare?
You ever see a handsome lady, a diamond sparking in her hair?"
She said: "Did you ever see a copper kettle mended with an old tin can?
Did you ever see a handsome lady married off to an ugly man?"

Falla talla roo...

"Galway Girl"

Lyrics by Steve Earle, ©2000 Primary Wave Earle
Track Name: Sound the Pibroch
Sound the pibroch loud and high
From John O'Groats to the Isle of Skye!
Let all the Clans their slogan cry
And rise tae follow Charlie!

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
To rise and follow Charlie!

And see a small devoted band
By dark Loch Shiel have taen their stand
And proudly vow wi' heart and hand
To fight for Royal Charlie!

Frae every hill and every glen
Are gatherin' fast the loyal men
They grasp their dirks and shout again
"Hurrah! for Royal Charlie!"

On dark Culloden's field of gore
Hark! They shout "Claymore! Claymore!"
They bravely fight what can they more?
They die for Royal Charlie!

No more we'll see such deeds again
Deserted is each Highland glen
And lonely cairns are o'er the men
Who fought and died for Charlie!

The White Rose blossoms forth again
Deep in sheltered Highland glens
And soon we'll hear the cry we ken
Tae rise! And fight for Charlie!
Track Name: The Road to Lisdoonvarna
(instrumental)
Track Name: Canadian Railroad Trilogy
Lyrics written by Gordon Lightfoot, Copyright ©1966 James Pankow dba Moose Music
Track Name: Macpherson's Rant
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell tae thee.
MacPherson's time will no be lang
On yonder gallows tree.

It was by a woman's treacherous hands
That I was condemned to dee.
She stood uben a windae ledge
And a blanket she threw o'er me.

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly, gaed he;
He played a tune and he danced around
below the gallows tree.

Oh what is death, but parting of breath
On mony a bloody plain
I've daur'd his face, and in his place
I scorn him yet again

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly, gaed he;
He played a tune and he danced around
below the gallows tree.

I've lived a life, o' straught and strife
I die by treachery
It burns my heart, I must depart
And no avenged be

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly, gaed he;
He played a tune and he danced around
below the gallows tree.

So tak these bands fae off my hands
Gae to me my sword
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word

Now farewell light thou parting of light
And all beneath the sky
May coward shame disdain his name
The wretch that dare not die

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly, gaed he;
He played a tune and he danced around
below the gallows tree.
Track Name: Pills of White Mercury
As I was a walking by the banks o' the Ugie
Come my dear friends and this story I'll relate
I spied a dear comrade all dressed in white flannel
Dressed in white flannel and cruel was his fate.

The mercury was beating, the limestone was reeking
His tongue all inflamed hung over his chin
A hole in his bosom, his teeth were a closin'
bad luck to the girlie fa'gi'ed him the glim

CHORUS:
And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
Had she but told me of it in time,
I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
Now I am a young man cut down in my prime.

My parents they warned me and oftimes they chided
With those young flash girls do not sport and play
I never listened, no word ever heeded
I just carried on in my own wicked way

CHORUS

It's down on the corner two flash girls were talking
One to the other did whisper and say
There goes that young man who once was so jolly
But now for his sins his own body must pay

CHORUS

Oh doctor, dear doctor before your departure
Take all these bottles of mercury away
And send for the minister to say a prayer over me
So they can lay my poor body in the clay

CHORUS

Now get you six fellows to carry my coffin
Six pretty fair maids to bear up my pall,
Give each of them there a bunch of red roses
So when they pass by me they'll not know the smell.

CHORUS
Track Name: Dixieland
Lyrics written by Steve Earle. Copyright ©1999 Warner Chappell Music
Track Name: Rolling Down to Old Maui
It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gales are done how hard the winds did blow,
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taut and free,
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls from old Maui.

CHORUS:
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,
We're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

Once more we sail with the northerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores, we soon shall see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

CHORUS

Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

CHORUS

How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

CHORUS
Track Name: Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town

Till bad misfortune befell me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

CHORUS:
Her eyes they shone like the diamond
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up in a black velvet band

Well, I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
She was selling her trade in a bar
When I watched, she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the Watch came and put me in prison
Bad luck to the black velvet band

CHORUS

Next morning before judge and jury
For our trial I had to appear
The judge, he said, "Young fellow
The case against you is quite clear
And seven years is your sentence
You're going to Van Dieman's Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

CHORUS

So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
And whenever you're out on the liquor
Beware of the pretty colleen
They'll fill your with whiskey and porter
Until you're not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know
You're landed in Van Dieman's Land

Listen to me buddy
Don't follow the black velvet band
If you want to stay out of trouble
Don't follow the black velvet band