“Voices of Joy,” Spring 2011 - Conspirare

He rode high and he rode low,
he rode through the woods and the copses too
until he came to an open field
and there he espied his lady, o.
What makes you leave your house and land,
your golden treasures for to go?
What makes you leave your new wedded Lord
to follow the Wraggle Taggle gypsies oh?
“What care I for my house and land
What care I for my treasure oh?
What care I for my new wedded lord?
I’m off with the Wraggle Taggle gypsies o!”
“Last night you slept on a goose feather bed
with the sheets turned down so bravely o.
Tonight you’ll sleep in a cold open field
along with the Wraggle Taggle gypsies oh!”
“What care I for a goose feather bed
with the sheets turned down so bravely o?
Tonight I’ll sleep in a cold open field
along with the Wraggle Taggle gypsies oh!”
Bonny Bobby Shafto .................................English Sea Shanty arr. Edmund Walters
Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea,
Silver buckles at his knee,
When he comes back he’ll marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto.
He is my Bonny, my Bonny Bobby Shafto.
Bobby Shafto’s fat and fair,
He’s my love for evermair,
He is my Bonny Bobby Shafto.
If he turns his back on me,
Broken hearted I shall e;
There is none I love like he,
He is my Bonny Boby Shafto.
Away from the Roll of the Sea................................................arr. by Stuart Calvert
Small craft in a harbour that’s still and serene,
Give no indication what their ways have been;
They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams,
Away from the roll of the sea.
Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air,
A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar;
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