Cecil Sharp Folk song Lyrics

Thousands Or More

Copper Family

The time passes over more cheerful and gay,

Since we've learnt a new act to drive sorrows away.

Sorrows away, sorrows away, sorrows away,

Since we've learnt a new act to drive sorrows away.

Bright Phoebe awakes so high up in the sky

With her red, rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye,

Sparkling eye, sparkling eye, sparkling eye,

With her red, rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye.

If you ask for my credit you'll find I have none,

With my bottle and friend you will find me at home.

Find me at home, find me at home, find me at home,

With my bottle and friend you will find me at home.

Although I'm not rich and although I'm not poor

I'm as happy as those that's got thousands or more,

Thousands or more, thousands or more, thousands or more,

I'm as happy as those that's got thousands or more.

Ashen Faggot Wassail Lyrics

Wassail and wassail and all over the town /
Our cup it is white and the ale it is brown /
The cup it is made of the good old ashen tree /
Yay, and so, the beer of the best holly /

With your wassail, ay, enjoy, come to our jolly wassail /

Oh maid, oh maid, with your silver-headed pin /
Pray open this door and let us all walk in /
All for to fill our wassail bowl and sail away again /

With your wassail, ay, enjoy, come to our jolly wassail /

Oh maid, oh maid, with your glove and your lace /
Pray come unto this door and show us your fine face /
We are truely weary of standing in this place /

With your wassail, ay, enjoy, come to our jolly wassail /

Oh master and mistress if you'd be so well a' pleased /
To set upon your table your white cloth and your cheese /
With your roast beef and your bord'rings and your pies /

With your wassail, ay, enjoy, come to our jolly wassail /

Oh master and mistress if we've done you any harm /
Pray open this door and let us all pass on /
And give us hearty thanks for a'singing of our song /

With your wassail, ay, enjoy, come to our jolly wassail /

Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes By Robert Burns (1st version 1789)

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Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie

As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.

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Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.

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Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
An' ye sall be my dearie.

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If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.

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While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,
Ye sall be my dearie.

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