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Mended

by Baroque & Hungry

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1.
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
2.
"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
3.
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!
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Lyrics written by Gordon Lightfoot, Copyright ©1966 James Pankow dba Moose Music
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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.
7.
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
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Dixieland 02:38
Lyrics written by Steve Earle. Copyright ©1999 Warner Chappell Music
9.
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
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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

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

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released October 20, 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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Based in central New Jersey, Baroque & Hungry is a Celtic fusion trio incorporating elements of folk, jazz, classical, and rock music.

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