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1. |
Getting the Old Galena
02:52
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Chorus
Getting the old galena,
It is our daily task.
Extracting the old galena,
The only thing we ask.
With jumper and pricker and powder too,
It’s the daily job that we all do,
With pick and mell and shovel too,
Getting the old galena.
Our hope our seam does not pinch out
But that it bellys broad and stout
And most of all, we don’t break out
Into where the old man’s been.
Our hope our seam, with many a bing,
Will make our fortunes so we can sing
Every day we go to work.
Chorus
Up the addit, as we go,
A bit of chafe and a bit of craic
With the candles on our hats
Giving the rocks a glow.
Some they sparkle in the light,
Some are dark as dark of night
But in our place the galena’s bright
And our hopes they ever grow.
Chorus
Sometimes a river of silver
Runs through our seam of lead,
Some promise us silver teapots,
Perhaps when someone’s wed.
Sometimes, when our bargain fails,
We end up owing t’mine
But then we bargain once again
To change that ‘thine’ to ‘mine’.
And so we gamble every day,
Gambling is the miners’ way,
Gambling on the galena.
Getting the old galena,
It is our daily task.
Extracting the old galena,
The only thing we ask.
With jumper and pricker and powder too,
It’s the daily job that we all do,
With pick and mell and shovel too,
Getting the old galena.
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2. |
Lady Beaumont's Boast
03:42
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LADY BEAUMONT’S BOAST
Lady Beaumont, laughing, said,
To her friends at tea,
“I’ll tell you a tale
Of a silver river, a silver river,
A silver river from a Weardale mine
Flowing through the room where we all dine.
There are funny little men,
In funny little hats
Burrowing underground,
Hammering and banging with a will
And many an explosive sound.
They work with candles on their caps
To give them a little light
And when they surface from the mine
They are a very strange sight.
Lady Beaumont, laughing, said,
To her friends at tea, “I’ll tell you a tale
Of a silver river, a silver river,
A silver river from a Weardale mine
Flowing through the room where we all dine.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Along the addit, up the drift,
Down the sump,
Sweating men get every lump,
With pick and shovel.
Mel and jumper.
Pricker and powder,
And, shattering,
Louder,
Explosion down the mine.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, laughing, said,
To her friends at tea, “I’ll tell you a tale
Of a silver river, a silver river,
A silver river from a Weardale mine
Flowing through the room where we all dine.
These men, they want to look for lead
Beneath my Husband’s land.
They pay him for the privilege,
A bargain that is grand.
Sometimes, among the lead they seek,
Some silver ore is found,
And then it comes to me,
Another silver teapot
For my cup of tea.
Lady Beaumont, laughing, said,
To her friends at tea, “I’ll tell you a tale
Of a silver river, a silver river,
A silver river from a Weardale mine
Flowing through the room where we all dine.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
There’s a lot of men, a lot of boys,
A lot of toil with very few joys,
A lot of dirt and much disease,
A short life with little ease,
In frost and snow the washer children shiver
To source the Silver River,
To fill that Silver River.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
Lady Beaumont, laughing, said,
To her friends at tea, “That’s the tale
Of a silver river, a silver river,
A silver river from a Weardale mine
Flowing through the room where we all dine.
Lady Beaumont, do you know, do you know.
(Repeat and fade)
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3. |
Isaac Holden
03:56
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Chorus
Isaac, Isaac, Isaac Holden,
Buy my teas they’ll warm you up.
Isaac Holden, Isaac Holden,
All my teas will you embolden.
No need for the Demon Drink.
As a lead miner he started life
Until he took himself a wife,
Ann Telfer was her name.
She said that lead was bad for health;
She said that lead was bad for wealth,
So a grocer he became.
Chorus
Well, Ann she said fine folk liked tea,
“Now, Isaac, just you listen to me.”
So, across the moors he made his trails
In all weathers, rain snow or hail,
From mansion house to mansion house,
A dealer in fine teas.
Chorus
Not all in Weardale had good lives;
Not all in Weardale had good wives,
So, to the mansion folk he’d sell
Little gifts for ‘char-i-tea’,
Little gifts for ‘char-i-tea’,
Isaac’s little joke.
Chorus
At Allenheads a well was made
That all might drink the crystal stream,
Part of Isaac’s daily dream
Of healthy living in the Dale,
And, if healthy living, it should fail,
He gave a hearse as well.
Chorus
Now the tale of Isaac’s told,
Isaac with a heart of gold
For too soon,
For Isaac, in his hearse,
The Chapel bell tolled.
So, praise the Lord for Isaac Holden,
Isaac Holden, Isaac Holden,
Isaac with a heart so golden.
Praise the Lord! Hallelujah!
Brothers and Sisters, Hallelujah!
Chorus
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4. |
Bonny Hounds of Weardale
03:24
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THE BONNY HOUNDS OF WEARDALE
Chorus
They’re bonny hounds and brave hounds
That race across the fell:
They’re bonny lads and brave lads
That breed and train ‘em well.
At crack o’ dawn with chores all done
It’s a bright clear day,
No scent to find till the frost is gone,
We’ll still be on our way.
We’ll bring our hounds to the meeting point
And old Ralph will hunt them well
With horn and holloa,
And we’ll all follow,
To find a hare on the fell.
Chorus
Well Puss is up an away she gans,
Flying across the moor,
Wi yan lug up an’ yan clept back,
She’s viewed to a mighty roar
Of screams and shouts from all the lads,
It gets the hounds heads up:
It makes old Ralph quite sore.
Chorus
So, Ralph he casts them once again
Till hounds pick up the scent.
Noses down, lemon and white,
Black and tan, away they gan,
With bell like cry,the Dale is rent.
Chorus
Well, Puss has gone by Cauldknockles
And up past Pumpyhall.
She’s run the waters of Burnhope burn
And over brow she twists and turns.
And in the heather she’s clapped down.
Chorus
Whey another hare is up and away
As if it were all arranged.
So, off go hounds with a hullaballoo,
And off go lads with a great to do
And the brave lads and the bonny lads
Don’t know their hare has changed.
Chorus
Well, the bonny lads, they carry on
Until its long past noon
When they retire to the Hare and Hounds
For craic and song and bumper rounds
And the bonny hounds make their own way home
Where Missus will feed them well,
For the bonny lads of Weardale
Will not give up song, ale and tale,
Till the Moon has lit the fell.
They’re bonny hounds and brave hounds
That race across the fell:
They’re bonny lads and brave lads
That breed and train ‘em well.
They’re bonny hounds and brave hounds
That race across the fell:
They’re bonny lads and brave lads
That breed and train ‘em well.
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5. |
The Battle of Stanhope
02:47
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THE BATTLE OF STANHOPE
Chorus
“Bang!” with the piece, the moorhen’s shot,
The bonny moorhen, the bonny moorhen,
Off with the feathers and into the pot.
This was the way of Weardale,
This was the way of the Dale.
Prince Bishop was in Durham, saying his prayers
Suddenly, Bailiffs and Keepers came bursting in,
Interrupting psalm and hymn,
To tell him of this terrible sin.
A terrible sin, his Grace, declared,
To poach his game to feed the bairns,
The lead miners must be caught and tried
For the killing of his Grace’s pride.
Chorus
Up the Dale, in dark of night,
Sneaked the Bishop’s men,
Fathers and sons from their homes they took
And in the Bull Inn locked them up
But did they weep and did they wail?
No.
For the lads of Stanhope were having none
And fetched their fists and sticks and guns
And so was a bonny battle begun
And from the Bull Inn
The Miners were sprung.
Chorus
So, the Bishop’s men, all black and blue,
Broken boned and broken nosed,
Went back to Durham where the Bishop dozed,
Woke him up to tell him that it was still,
“Bang!” with the piece,
The moorhen’s shot,
The bonny moorhen, the bonny moorhen,
Off with the feathers and into the pot.
This was the way of Weardale,
This was the way of the Dale.
Well, the Bishop prayed and the Bishop roared
While the lads of Stanhope cheered and cheered
And went off again to hunt and sing
Of the Battle of Stanhope and the bonny moorhen,
Of how the Bishop was beaten
By the lead mining men.
“Bang!” with the piece,
The moorhen’s shot,
The bonny moorhen, the bonny moorhen,
Off with the feathers and into the pot.
This was the way of Weardale,
This was the way of the Dale. (repeat)
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6. |
Three 'P's
01:53
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THREE ‘P’S
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
Me Dad, he plants Po tate-oes,
Po tate-oes, Po tate-oes
Me Dad, he plants Po tate-oes.
One of the ‘P’s is potatoes.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
One of the ‘P’s Is a tree,
Is a tree, Is a tree.
One of the ‘P’s Is a tree,
A tree with feathers and eggs,
Pole-tree, pole-tree,
A tree with feathers and eggs.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
The third ‘P’ has a curly tail,
A curly tail, a curly tail.
The third ‘P’ has a curly tail,
A grunt and a little pink snout,
A grunt and a little pink snout.
A piggy-wig-wig, a piggy-wig-wig,
Our piggy is getting stout.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
Three ‘P’s in a row,
Three ‘P’s in a row,
It’s these three ‘P’s that help us grow.
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7. |
Allenhead's Lullaby
03:38
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ALLENHEADS’ LULLABY
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
The curlew calls across the fell,
The pit is chiming like a bell
That rings with pick and shovel.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
There’s grit and grime and dust and mud,
Looking for lead that scours the blood,
Lucky to live past forty.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
If the kibble falls when full of stones,
It’s broken heads and broken bones
And then we’re on the Parish.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
If tha Daddy canna gan ti work
We’ll have nought ti eat and have ti walk
And beg our bread from strangers.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
I hope that thou’ll not have ti dig for lead
Ti feed thy bairns on little bread.
I hope thou’ll lie on a featherbed
And have a taste of tea.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
If thou goes ti sleep at night,
If thou gets thy lessons right,
Maybe you’ll get away from t’ Dale
And make thy mark without a pick and shovel.
Hush ma bairn, the water rushes.
Tha Daddy’s workin’ at the hushes.
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Tony Morris Whitby, UK
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