All Hung Up (1968)


These lyrics are based upon files found on the Web, corrected according to my old and possibly failing memories...

Bare Legged Joe

Bare legged Joe knows the curlew's cry
He runs with the hare when the summer's nigh
A tinker boy is fancy free
In the quiet green hills of Slougho

Don't you wish someday that you could go
With a bag on your back and a pace that's slow
Leave your home in the city smoke
With the tinkers to go roving

That tinker boy never went to school
But you can tell he's no one's fool
He knows how to fish and to lay a snare
He can sing like a lark in the morning

Think I'll leave and go with him
Now that the summer is coming in
Travel the road with the tinker band
And a bare legged boy to lead me

Biplane, Evermore

Way out in London airport in hangar number four
A lonely little biplane lived whose name was Evermore
His working days were over no more would he sail
Upon his wings above the clouds flying the royal mail

   Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
   Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane

All the mighty jet planes would look down their nose
They'd laugh and say oh I'm so glad that I'm not one of those
And Evermore would shake away the teardrops from his wings
And dream of days when he again could do heroic things

   Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
   Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane

Then one day the fog and rain had closed the airport down
And all the mighty jet planes were helpless on the ground
When a call came to the airport for a mercy flight
'twould be too late, they could not wait, someone must fly tonight

Ah they rolled the little biplane out to runway number five
And though he looked so small and weak he knew he could survive
And as he rose into the storm the big jets hung their wings
And hoped someday like Evermore to do heroic things

   Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
   Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane

Ah so my baby bundle I have spun a tale for you
You must learn there's nothing in this world that you can't do
Do not be discouraged by circumstance and size
Remember Evermore and set your sights upon the skies

   Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
   Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane

   Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
   Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane

Goodnight Wilbur
Goodly night, Orville

Cold Winter Shadow

When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground
And frost from the foothills is creeping all around
I now and then glance down the road towards the town
In a kind of a hope you'll be coming on down

It must have been November when I left you to the train
I watched your carriage disappear in the lonely western rain
I wiped the rain from off my face and turned the way I'd come
And drove our old spring wagon thru the hills near Edmonton

Winters here are very long, the roads are thick with snow
A year is gone since first you left, no courage left to go
I know I should leave, but you won't know where I've gone
Be kind of nice to have you here with Christmas coming on

Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor...

Goodnight Irene

Henry Joy McCracken

Liverpool Lou

When I go a-walking, I hear people talking
Schoolchildren playing, I know what they're saying
They're saying you'll grieve me, that you will deceive me
Some morning you'll leave me, all packed up and gone

   Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
   Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
   Why must my poor heart be following you
   Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou

The sound from the river keeps telling me ever
That I should forget you like I'd never met you
Tell me their song, love, was never more wrong love
Say I belong love to my Liverpool Lou

   Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
   Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
   Why must my poor heart be following you
   Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou

My Little Maureen

Oh my love is as soft as the down on the breast of a swan
Aye and sweeter by far than the honey that comes from the bees
I'm happier still than the singing of birds on the wing
Oh my sweet one, my treasure, my little Maureen Machrie

Oh her eyes are the stars that shine in the black of the sky
And her cheeks are as soft as petals that come from the rose
And happy would I be forever beside her to lie
And God in his heaven forgive me for loving her so

When the grayness of winter gives way to the colors of spring
When the sea stops its fury and wee birds are starting to build
Then I'll go with my Maureen when blackthorns are blooming
In the summer's green meadows we'll gather the flowers of the hills

Rovers Fancy

Shamrock Shore

Up Among the Heather

Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
A bonny wee lass was a-sitting on my knee
A bumblebee stung me well above the knee
We rested down together on the hellabenakee

Said I me bonny wee lassie are ya going to spend the day
Up amongst the heather on the hellabenakee
Where all the lads and lassies they're having a sobree
Up among the heather on the hellabenakee

Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
A bonny wee lass was a-sitting on my knee
A bumblebee stung me well above the knee
We rested down together on the hellabenakee

Said I me bonny wee lassie please take my advice
Don't ever let a soldier laddie kiss you more than twice
For all the time you do, he's a fixing how to plan
How to get a wee-be rattle at your old tin can

Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
A bonny wee lass was a-sitting on my knee
A bumblebee stung me well above the knee
We rested down together on the hellabenakee

Whiskey on a Sunday (The Puppet Song)

   Come day, go day
   Wish in my heart it were Sunday
   Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week
   And whiskey on a Sunday

He sits in the corner of Bevington Bush
On top of an old packing case
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his face

His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets they dance up and down
A far better show than you ever could see
In the fanciest theatre in town

   Come day, go day
   Wish in my heart it were Sunday
   Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week
   And whiskey on a Sunday

Sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In nineteen hundred and four
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
His song will be heard nevermore

But some stormy night when you're passing that way
And the wind's blowing in from the sea
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three

   Come day, go day
   Wish in my heart it were Sunday
   Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week
   And whiskey on a Sunday

3 Septembro 2002 modifita.