Track 1 Introduction

Track 2 The Miner’s Dream of HomeDon’t go down the mine, DadThe Little House upon the HillMy House is Liberty HallMy Old ShakoThe Trumpeter

Track 3 I want to go to my Daddy(?)A Bird in a Gilded Cage Two Little Girls in BlueKeep Right On to the End of the RoadLittle Alabama CoonMy Curly-headed BabyThe Galloping MajorOld Father Thames (Keep Rolling Along)

The Miner’s Dream of Home Lyrics: Kate Rusby

“It’s ten weary years since I left England’s shore, For a distant far country to roam, How I long to return to my own native land, To my friends and the old folks at home. Last night as I slumbered I had a strange dream, A dream that brought distant lands near, I dreamt of old England, the land of my birth, The heart of her sons ever dear.

While the joyous bells rang as I wended my way, To the house where I lived as a boy, I passed by the window and there sat by the fire, Were my parents, my heart filled with joy. The log burnt so brightly it was keeping them warm, On a night that could banish all sin, And the bells they were ringing, the old year out, And the new year in.

At the door of the house there we stood face to face, For the first time in ten weary years, Soon the past was forgot, and we stood hand in hand, Father, mother and wanderer in tears. And the log burnt so brightly, it was keeping us warm, On a night that would banish all sin, And the bells they were ringing, the old year out, And the new year in.

And the bells they were ringing, the old year out, And the new year in.

Lyrics: The Miner’s Dream of Home, Kate Rusby

Don't Go Down in the Mine, Dad

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Don't Go Down in the Mine, Dad (Robert Donnely, Will Geddes)

A miner was leaving his home for his work,When he heard his little child scream;He went to his bedside, his little white face,"Oh, Daddy, I've had such a dream;I dreamt that I saw the pit all afire,And men struggled hard for their lives;The scene it then changed, and the top of theWas surrounded by sweethearts and wives."

Don't go down in the mine, Dad, Dreams very often come true; Daddy, you know it would break my heart If anything happened to you; Just go and tell my dream to'your mates, And as true as the stars that shine, Something is going to happen today, Dear Daddy, don't go down the mine!

The miner, a man with a heart good and kind,Stood by the side of his son;He said, "It's my living, I can't stay away,For duty, my lad, must be done."The little one look'd up, and sadly he said,"Oh, please stay today with me, Dad!"But as the brave miner went forth, to his work,He heard this appeal from his lad:

Whilst waiting his turn with his mates to descend,He could not banish his fears,He return'd home again to his wife and his child,Those words seem'd to ring through his ears,And, ere the day ended, the pit was on fire,When a score of brave men lost their lives;He thank'd God above for the dream his child had,As once more the little one cries:

The Little House Upon The Hill

The Little House Upon The Hill Year 1915 By Ballard MacDonald, Joe Goodwin and Harry Puck Shapiro, Bernstein and Co.224 West 47th StreetNew York City

First VerseI feel oh! so lonely tonight, I feel all alone, I'm just starving for a sight Of my old Kentucky home, I can see my mother old and gray, I can hear the whippoor will, I can see a light for me In the window of the house upon the hill:

Second VerseI've seen many wonderful sights, Wand'ring on my way, But I've spent such lonesome nights, And been weary thru the day, I'm just longing for a mother's love, And I know she longs for me, Can't erase her loving face, It's the sight of all sights I want to see:

ChorusThere's a light that's burning in the window Of a little house upon the hill, And the light will burn, And a heart will yearn, And it always will till I return, For there's only one mother, I know she's waiting still, And she'll always keep the light a burning in the window of the house upon the hill.

My House is Liberty Hall Written and composed by H. Castling,

My old shako [music] : song / the words by Francis Barron ; the music by H. Trotere

Artist: Peter Dawson    Song: My old shako    Album: Edison Blue Amberol: 3590    Year: 1918    Genre: Other    Duration: 00:04:23

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shak o ⋅–noun, plural shak os, shak oes. ⋅ ⋅a military cap in the form of a cylinder or truncated cone, with a visor and a plume or pompon.

Origin: 1805–15; < F schako < Hungarian csákó, short for csákós (süveg) peaked (cap), adj. deriv. of csák peak < MHG zacke peak, point;

The TrumpeterLanguage: English

Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?(Is it the call I'm seeking?)"You'll know the call," said the Trumpeter tall,"When my trumpet goes a-speakin'.I'm rousin' 'em up;I'm wakin' 'em up,The tents are astir in the valley,And there's no more sleep with the sun's first peep,For I'm soundin' the old 'Reveille!'"

Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?(Is it the call I'm seeking?)"Can't mistake the call," said the Trumpeter tall,"When my trumpet goes a-speakin'.I'm urgin' 'em on,They're scamperin' on,There's a drummin' of hoofs like thunder.There's a madd'nin' shout as the sabres flash out,For I'm sounding the 'Charge' no wonder."

Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?(Is it the call I'm seeking?)"Lucky for you if you hear it at allFor my trumpet's but faint in speakin',I'm callin' 'em home! Come home! Come home!Tread light o'er the dead in the valley,Who are lyin' around face down to the ground,And they can't hear me sound the 'Rally'.But they'll hear it again in a grand refrain,When Gabriel sounds the last 'Rally'."

Composer of musicJ Airlie Dix (d1911)1904Author of textJohn Francis Barron (c1868-1940)

A Bird in a Gilded Cage

Words Arthur J. Lamb Melody - Harry Von Tilzer (Harry Gumm), 1872-1946

The ballroom was filled with fashion's throng,It shone with a thousand lights;And there was a woman who passed along,The fairest of all the sights.A girl to her lover then softly sighed,"There's riches at her command.""But she married for wealth, not for love," he cried!"Though she lives in a mansion grand."

 

I stood in a churchyard just at eve,When sunset adorned the west;And looked at the people who'd come to grieveFor loved ones now laid at rcst.A tall marble monument marked the graveOf one who'd been fashion's queen;And I thought, "She is happier here at rest,Than to have people say when seen: "

Refrain:"She's only a bird in a gilded cage,A beautiful sight to see.You may think she's happy and free from care,She's not, though she seems to be.'Tis sad when you think of her wasted lifeFor youth cannot mate with age;And her beauty was soldfor an old man's gold,She's a bird in a gilded cage."

Two Little Girls in Blue

Melody and Text: - Charles Graham, 1893

An old man gazed on a photographIn a locket he'd worn for years;His nephew then asked him the reason whyThat picture had caused him tears."Come listen," he said, "I will tell you, lad,A story that's strange, but true!Your father and I, at the school one day,Met two little girls in blue.

That picture is one of those girls," he saidAnd to me she was once a wife;I thought her unfaithful, we quarrelled lad,And parted that night for life.My fancy of jealousy wronged a heart,A heart that was good and true -For two better girls never lived than they,Those two little girls in blue."

Refrain:Two little girls in blue, lad,Two little girls in blue.They were sisters, we were brothersAnd learned to love the two.And one little girl in blue, lad,Who won your father's heart,Became your mother. I married the other,And now we have drifted apart.

Keep Right on to the End of the Road

Ev'ry road thro' life is a long, long road, Fill'd with joys and sorrows too, As you journey on how your heart will yearn For the things most dear to you. With wealth and love 'tis so, But onward we must go.

Chorus: Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end, Tho' the way be long, let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. Tho' you're tired and weary still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you've been dreaming of Will be there at the end of the road.

With a big stout heart to a long steep hill, We may get there with a smile, With a good kind thought and an end in view, We may cut short many a mile. So let courage ev'ry day Be your guiding star alway.

Chorus: Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end, Tho' the way be long, let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. Tho' you're tired and weary still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you've been dreaming of Will be there at the end of the road.

This song was written by Sir Harry Lauder shortly after his son was killed in action in World War I.The Birmingham City FC fans sing this song during their matches

Little Alabama Coon

I’s my mammie’s little Alabama CoonAnd I ain’t been born very longI remember seeing one big moonI remember hearing one sweet songOh! they took me down to the cotton fieldI rolled and I tumbled in the sunMy Daddy and my Mammie watched me growDis am de song she sang

Chorus:

Go to sleep my little picaninnySly fox will catch you if you don‘tSlumber on the bosomOf your old Mama JinnieMamma she’ll slap you if you don’tAlue, Alue, Alue, Alue, AlueUnderneath the sunny southern moonHush-a-bye Rock-a-bye Mama’s little BabyMama’s little Alabama Coon

I’s my mammie’s little Alabama CoonI’ll be grown up some dayI’s going to be Christened very soonAnd my name’s goin’ be Harry ClayWhen a big man goin’ marry yellow galAnd we’ll have picaninnies of our ownThe yellow gal will sing them to sleepDis am de song she’ll crone

Ma Curly-headed Baby

MY CURLY HEADED BABYSung by Paul Robeson on Conifer CMSCD 011From the film 'Big Fella' (1937)

Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,We'll sit below the sky and sing a song to the moo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon.Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,Your daddy's in the cotton fields a-workin' late and soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon.

So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye Does you want the moon to play with Or the stars to run away with? They'll come if you don't cry.So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye byeIn your mammy's arms be creepin'And soon you'll be a-sleepin' Lulla lulla lulla lulla lulla bye.

Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby, I'll sing you fast asleep and love you so as I sing. Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,Just tuck your head like little bird beneath its mammy's wing.

So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye Does you want the moon to play with Or the stars to run away with? They'll come if you don't cry. So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye byeIn your mammy's arms be creepin'And soon you'll be a-sleepin' Lulla lulla lulla lulla lulla bye.

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THE GALLOPING MAJOR(George Henry Bastow - 1906)

Stanley Kirkby - c.1910

All the girls declareHe's a grand old stagerBumpety-bumpety-bumpety-bumpHere comes the Galloping Major

Bumpety-bumpety-bumpety-bumpHere comes the galloping majorBumpety-bumpety-bumpety-bumpAs proud as an Indian rajah

All the girls declareThat I'm the golden paterHi, hi, clear the wayHere comes the Galloping Major

Bumpety-bumpety-bumpety-bumpAs if I was riding a chargerBumpety-bumpety-bumpety-bumpAs fit as an Indian rajah

All the girls declareThat I'm the gallant majorHi, hi, clear the wayHere comes the Galloping Major

Written & Composed by Fred W Leigh & George Bastow

1. When I was in the army I was a cavalry man, you know And when ever I went on parade a magnificent picture I made Through my galloping here and my galloping there This ridiculous habit I got And I'm hanged if I don't think I'm galloping know Whether up in the saddle or not! And the people all stare at me so, For it matters not where I may go, It's

(Chorus) Bumpity! bumpity! bumpity! bump! As if I was riding my charger Bumpity! bumpity! bumpity! bump! As proud as an Indian Rajah. All the girls declare That I'm a gay old stager Hey! Hey! clear the way Here comes the Galloping Major

2. Last year I thought I'd treat myself to a holiday by the sea, So I went and my quarters I fixed Then I found that the bathing was mixed. So I galloped a way to a bathing machine In the busiest part of the day And I soon felt at home with the girls in the water And joined in their frivolous play. They were beautiful creatures, but, lor! How they giggled as soon as they saw Me

Chorus

3. I always was a ladies man, and a favourite with the sex Well, I called upon one yesterday, Thought I won't give the lady away. She started to talk of my army career, And was quite interested, you see, But I got rather tired, so we talked about her, Which was more interesting to me. And she said I'd been taking some wine, For as soon as we sat down to dine I went

Chorus (twice through)

Old Father Thames (Keep Rolling Along): by Raymond Wallace and Betsy O'Hogan

There’s some folks who always worryAnd some folks who never careBut in this world of rush and hurryIt matters neither here nor thereBe steady and realisticDon’t hanker for gold or gemsBe care-free and optimistic like old Father Thames

(Chorus)High in the hills down in the dalesHappy and fancy freeOld Father Thames keeps rolling alongDown to the mighty seaWhat does he know? What does he care?Nothing for you and meOld Father Thames keeps rolling alongDown to the mighty seaHe never seems to worry, doesn’t care for fortune’s fameHe never seems to hurry but he gets there just the sameKingdoms may come, Kingdoms may goWhatever the end may beOld Father Thames keeps rolling alongDown to the mighty sea.