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The Rev Dodgson said:

43 minutes of the Barrow Poets.

The Barrow Poets – The Finest Folk – 1968

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Yes, and here it is, complete with time at the start of each track:
It was an evening in November, as I very well remember. I was strolling down the street in drunken pride, but my knees
was all a flutter, and I landed in the gutter, and a pig came up and lay down by me side. Yes, I lay there in the
gutter thinking talks I could not utter when a colleen passing by to softly say he can tell a man who bees is bitter
company he chases at that the pig got up and walked way.

1 minute, 41 seconds
What have I made in the old heron’s head? It will make as good oven as ever baked bread. Ovens and bacon and everything. Do you think I’ve done well with my jolly herring?
Why didn’t you tell me so? So I did long ago. Thou lie.
Thou lie. Well, well, everything. Do you think I’ve done well with my jolly herring? What lie make of me old herring’s eyes?

2 minutes, 3 seconds
40 jack doors and 50 magpies, larks,
lin, and everything. Do you think I done well with my jolly herring? Why didn’t you tell me so? I did long ago. Thou lie.
Thou lie. Well, well, everything. Do you think I done well with my jolly earring? What have I made of me old her ribs?
Bloom and great tower and bloom and great bridge. Bridges and towers and everything. Do you think I’ve done well with my jolly herring?
Why didn’t you tell me so? So I did long ago. Thou lie.
Thou lie. Well, well everything. Do you think I’ve done well with my jolly herring? What lie, mate? And the old Erin’s guts.
40 bright wenches and 50 bright slats. Oh, slats. Wanttons and everything.
Do you think I done well with my jolly earring? Why didn’t you tell me so? I did long ago. Oh, lie.
Oh, lie. Well, well, everything. Do you think I done well with my jolly earring?
What I mate of the old herin’s navl? It will make as good barer as ever draw gravel. Gravel and shovels and everything. Do you think I’ve done well
with my jolly herring? Why didn’t you tell me so? So I did long ago. Thou lie.
Thou lie. Well, well, everything. Do you think I’ve done well with my jolly herring?
What I make of me old herring’s tail? Make us fine ship has ever set sail.
Sails rigging and everything. You think I’d done well with my jolly herring? Why didn’t you tell me so?
I did long ago. Thou lie. Thou lie.
Well, well, everything. Do you think we’ve done well with our jolly herring?

4 minutes, 37 seconds
I was a young m truly lived in Sit Street. I thought to marry a good man for to keep me warm at night. raise an ugly body, a bubbly body, an ill-fed,
hideous loon. I’ve married a ke man and me good deers are done. I thought to marry a person for to hear me say me
prayers, but I’ve married a ke man and he kicks me down the stairs. I thought to marry a dier for to dye me apron
blue, but I’ve married a kman and he makes me solely ruly body, a bubbly body, an ill-fed hideous loon. I’ve
married a Kman and me good dears are done. I thought to marry a joiner for to make me chair and stool, but I’ve married a kman and he’s a perfect fool.
I thought to marry a sailor for to bring me sugar and tea, but I’ve married a ke man and that he lets me see. He’s an
ugly body, a bubbly body, an ill-fed hideous loon. I’ve married a keman and me good dears are done.

5 minutes, 44 seconds
A friend of mine was married to a scold.
To me, he came and all his troubles told. He said, “She’s like a woman raven mad.”
Alas, my friend, says I, that’s very bad.
It is not so bad, says he, for with her true, I got both house and land and money, too. Then that was well, says I.
It was not so well, says he, for I and her own brother went to law with one another. I was cast, the suit was lost,
and every penny went to pay the cost. That was bad, says I. No, not so bad,
says he, for we agreed that he the house should keep, but give to me four score of Yorkshire sheep, all fat and fine and fair they was to be.
Well then, my friend, says I, then that was well for thee.
It was not so well, says he, for when the sheep I got, they everyone died of the rot.
That was bad, says I.
No, not so bad, says he, for I had thought to scrape the fat and keep it in an open vat and into tallow melt for winter store.
Well, then, my friend says, I that’s better than before.
To us, not so well, says he, for having got a clumsy fella to scrape the fat and melt the tanner into the meltton fat the fire catches, and like Brimston matches,
burn my house to ashes. That was bad, says I.
No, not so bad, says he. For what was best, my scold wife was burnt with all the rest.

7 minutes, 38 seconds
It was late last Saturday evening. I went to see my dear. The candles were all burning and the moon shone bright and clear. I wrapped on her window to
ease her of her pain. She rose and let me in, then barred the door again. I like well your behavior and this I often
say I cannot rest contented while you are far away. But the roads they are so muddy I cannot roam about. So roll me in your arms love and blow the candle out.
Your father and your mother and yonder room do lie hugging one another. So why not you and I hugging one another
without a fear or doubt. So roll me in your arms love blow the candle out. And
if we prove successful love, please name it after me and hug it neat and kiss it sweet and dap it on your knee. When my
three years are ended and my time it is run out, then I will prove my indebtedness by blowing the candle out.
The maidens came when I was in my mother’s bar. I had all that I would.
The bailey beareth the bell away. The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
The silver is white, red is the gold. The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the lull away. The lily, the rose, the rose I lay,
and through the glass window shines the sun. How should I love and I so young?
The bailey beareth the lull away. The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.

10 minutes, 21 seconds
A brisk young lass, so brisk and gay,
she went unto the mill one day with a pe of corn all for to grind. But the devil a miller could she find? But soon the
miller he came in, and thus to him did she begin. I have a pe of corn all for to grind, and I can stay but little time. Then sit you down, me sweet,
pretty dear. I cannot grind you now, I fear. Me stones are high and me waters low, and I cannot grind cuz the mill
won’t go. So she sat down or on a sack and they talked of this and they talked of that and they talked of love and of
love grown kind. And she soon found out that the mill would grind. Then up he got the mill to grind and left her down
the stones to mind. And then an easy up down. She scarce could tell when her corn was ground. Then go ye home me
sweet pretty dear. Your corn is ground and the mill is clear. She swore she’d been ground by a score or more, but never been ground so well before.

13 minutes, 6 seconds
St. Catherine. St. Catherine. Oh, lend me your aid. And grant that I never may die an old maid. A husband, St.
Catherine. A good one, St. Catherine. But anyone better than no one, St. Catherine. A husband, St. Catherine. Handsome, St. Catherine. Rich, St.
Catherine. Young, St. Catherine. Soon, St. Catherine.
It’s easy enough to be 21. It’s easy enough to marry. But when you try both games at once, it is a bloody big load to carry.
He marth a wife upon a Monday. If she be not good upon a Tuesday, let him go unto ye would upon a Wednesday, and cut him a
cudel upon a Thursday, and beat her soundly upon a Friday. And she meant not your devil take her upon a Saturday, so
he shall eat his meat in peace upon a Sunday.
God bless me and me wife, me son John and his wife. Us four, no more.
And yonder there be a vye.
If I go near, he’ll bite eye. But he won’t point cuz
ma. Yes, my dear. Do plums have legs?
No, my dear. Then danged if I ain’t at a snotty wig.
Old stories tell how Hercules a dragon slew at learner with seven heads and 14 eyes to see and well discerner but he
had a club this dragon to drin had done it I warn you but more of more hall with
nothing at all he slew the dragon of wantley this dragon had two furious wings, each
one upon each shoulder, with a sting in his tail as long as a flail, which made him bolder and bolder. He had long
claws, and in his jaws four and 40 teeth of iron, with a hide as tough as any buff which round him did envy.
Have you not heard how the Trojan horse held 70 men in his belly? This dragon was not quite as big, bought very near
artelli. Devoured he poor children three that could not with him grapple. And at one s yet them up as one would eat an
apple. All sorts of cattle this dragon did eat. Some said he’d eat up trees and the forest sure he would devour be slow degrees. For houses and churches were to
him as geese and turkeys. Yet up all left none behind. But some stones, dear Jack, which he could not crack, which on
the hills you will find. Some said this dragon was a witch. Some said he was a devil, and from his nose a smoke arose,
and with it burning snivel, which he cast off when he did cough in a well that he did stand by, which made it look more like a brook flowing with burning brand.
hard by a furious knight there dwelt of whom all towns did ring for he could wrestle play at quarter staff kick off
cuff call drinks for the score do any kind of thing but the tail and the man he with his hands twain swung a horse till he were dead that which is stranger
he for very anger at him all up but his head these children as I spoke of bayonet mens and boys came sighing and
sobbing to his lodging and made a hideous boys. Oh, save us all more of more. Oh, thou peeless night of these
woods. Do but slay this dragon who won’t leave us a ragon and will give thee all our goods. To quot thee, no goods I
want, but I want I want faith the fair maid of 16 that is brisk and keen with smiles about the mouth. Hair black as a
slow both above and below and a blush her cheek adorning to anoint me all night. that I go fight and arrest me in
the morning. This being done, he did engage to he this dragon down, but first he went new armor to bespeak at Sheffield Town, with spikes all about,
not within, but without, of steel so sharp and strong, both behind and before, legs, arms all some five or 6 in
long. Had you but seen him in this dress, how fierce he looked and big. You would have took him for to be an Egyptian porcup. He frightened all cats,
dogs and all, each horse, each cow, each hog in feared flee. But they took him to be some strange outlandish hedgehog. To
see this fight all people there got up on trees and houses, on churches some and chimneys too, but they put on their trousers not to spoil their hoes. As
soon as he rose to make him strong and mighty, he drank by the tail six pots of ale and a bucket of aquavite. But it is
not strength that always wins. For wit do strength excel, which made our cunning champion creep down into a well
where he did think this dragon would drink. And so he did in truth. And as he stooped low, he rose up and cried, “Bo!”
and hit him in the mouth. Your words quote a dragon I do not understand. Then
to it they fell for all like two wild boars if I may compare things great to small. Two days and a night with this dragon did fight our champion on the
ground. Though their strength it was great yet their skill it was neat and they never had a wound. At length the hard earth began to quake. The dragon
gave him such a knock as made him reel and straightway he thought to lift him high as a rock and then let him fall.
But more of more hall that gallant son of Mars as he came like a lout. So he turned him about and hit him a kick on the ass.
Qu the dragon with a deep sigh and turned six times together sobbing and
swearing cursing and tearing out of his throat of leather. Oo more of more hall.
Oo thou rascal.
Would I had seen thee never with a thing at thy foot? Thou hast pierced my nut. And I’m quite undone forever. Murder.
Murder. The dragon cried. Alas a lack for grief. Had you but missed that place you had done me no mischief. Then his
head he shaked, trembled, and quakd. And down he lay and cried. First on one
knee, then on back tumbled he. So groaned, kicked, spat, and died.

21 minutes, 26 seconds
This train is bound for glory. This train.
This train is bound for glory. This train. This train is bound for glory.
This train, if you’re riding it, you must be holy. This train, this train don’t pull no extras. This train, this train don’t pull no extras. This train,
this train don’t pull no extras. This train don’t pull nothing but the midnight special. This train, this train, this glorious train, this train
don’t pull no sleepers. This train, this train don’t pull no sleepers. This train, this train don’t pull no sleepers. This train don’t pull nothing
but the righteous people. Just the right people. Just right. Just the right people. This train.
This train don’t pull. No joke. Cuz it’s train. This train don’t pull. No joke. Cuz it’s train. This train don’t pull.
No joke. Cuz this train don’t pull no sem.
Throw away that cigar. Get on this train.
Glory. This train for glory. Train. This train is bound for glory. This train.
This train is bound for glory. This train. The train is bound for glory.
This train if you’re riding it you must be holy
just right just be just right just left
this a night. This a night. every night and all fire and sleep and candle light and Christ receive thy soul.
When thou from hence away at past every night and all to winny mure thou comest at last and Christ receive thy soul.
If ever thou gavest hosen and shun every night and all, sit thee down and put them on and Christ receive thy soul.
If hosen and shu thou n gave nane every night and all the winnies shall prick
thee to the bare bane and Christ receive thy soul from winny mure that thou mayast pass
every night and all to brig of dread thou comest at last and Christ receive thy soul
from brig of dread that thou mayest pass every night and to purgatory fire thou comst at last and Christ receive thy soul.
If ever thou gavest meat and drink every night and all, the fires shall never
make thee shrink and Christ receive thy soul.
If meat and drink thou nare gave nain every night and all, the fire shall burn thee to the bare bane,
and Christ receive thy soul.
This a night. This a night. Every night and all.
Fire and sleep and candle light and Christ receive thy soul.

25 minutes, 55 seconds
I was mighty good-looking when I was young. hurt and black eyed and slim with fell as a caught in me Sunday nights,
especially Jim. The likeliest one of them all was he, chipper and handsome and trim. But I tossed up my head and
made fun of the crowd, especially Jim. I said I hadn’t no opinion of men and I wouldn’t take stocking him, but they kept up coming in spite of me fun.
Especially Jim. I got so tired of having him round, especially Jim, I made up my mind to settle down and take up with
him. So we was married one Sunday in church. It was crowded full to the brim.
It was the only way to get rid of them all, especially Jim. Jim and I as children played together.
Best of friends for many years were we.
I alas had no look was a Jonah. Jim my chum was lucky as could be.
Oh lucky Jim how I envy him.
Years passed by. Still Jim and I was comrades. He and I both loved the same sweet maid. She loved Jim and married
him one evening. Jim was lucky. I unlucky stayed. Oh, lookie Jim, how I envy him.
Years rolled on and death took Jim away. Boys left his widow and she married me.
Now we’re married oft I think of Jim boys sleeping in the churchyard peacefully.
Oh, lookie Jim, how I envy him.
He says to me, he says, “Do you want a thick hair?” He says, “Whoes you?” He says, “Me?” I says, “Yes.” He says, I says, “Oh,

29 minutes, 11 seconds
Maiden in the mlay. In the mlay. Seven nightful. Seven night full. Maiden in the mole.
In the mlay.
Seven nights full. And a day. Well was her meat. What was her meat?
The primal and the primal and the Well was her meat.
What was her meat? The primal and the violet. Well, was her drink. What was her drink?
The chelled water of the The chel water of the well was her drink. What was her drink? The chelled water of the wellspring.
Well, was her bower. What was her bower? The red rose.
The red rose and the well was her bower. What was her b? The red rose and the lily flower.

30 minutes, 48 seconds
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you. The sniper was speaking of you in her deep marsh. It is you are
the lonely bird through the woods and that you’ll be without a mate until you find me.
You promised me and you said a lie to me that you’d be before me where the sheep are flocked. I gave a whistle and 300
cries to you and I found nothing there but a bleeting lamb.
You promised me a thing that was hard for you. A ship of gold under a silver mast. 12 towns and a market in all of
them. And a fine white court by the side of the sea.
You promised me a thing that is not possible.
That you’d give me shoes of the skin of a fish. That you’d give me gloves of the skin of a bird and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.
It is early in the morning that I saw him coming,
going along the road on the back of a horse.
He did not come to me. He made nothing of me.
It is on my way home that I cried my fill.
When I go by myself to the well of loneliness, I sit down and I go through my trouble.
When I see the world and do not see my boy, he that has an amber shade in his hair.
It was on that Sunday that I gave my love to you. The Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday.
myself on my knees reading the passion and my two eyes giving love to you forever.
My mother told me not to be talking with you today or tomorrow or on Sunday.
It was a bad time she took for telling me that. It was shutting the door after the house was robbed.
My heart is as black as the blackness of the slow, or as the black coal that is on the smith’s forge, or the print of a shoe left in white halls.
It was you who put that blackness over my heart.
You have taken the east from me. You have taken the west from me. You’ve taken what is before me and what is
behind me. You’ve taken the sun. You have taken the moon from me. And my fear is great.
You have taken God from me.

34 minutes, 44 seconds
Heat. Heat.
While going the road to sweeter thigh.
Haru haru. While going the road to sweeter thigh. Haru haru. While going the road to sweeter thigh. A stick in me
hand and a drop in me eye. A doeful damsel I heard cry. Ah Johnny, I hardly knew you. Me darling dear, you looked so
queer. Johnny, I hardly knew you. Where drums and guns and guns and drums the enemy nearly slew you. My darling dear,
you looked so queer. Ah, Johnny, I hardly knew you. Where are your eyes that looked so mild when my poor heart
you first begiled? Why did you run from me and the child? Ash Johnny, I hardly knew you. Where are your legs with which
you run when first you went to carry a gun? Indeed, your dancing days are done.
Ash Johnny, I hardly knew you. It broke my heart to see your sail, though from my heart you took leg bale like a cud
doubled up head and tail. Ah, Johnny, I hardly knew you. You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg. You’re an eyeless,
noseless, chickenless egg. You’ll have to be put in a bowl to beg. A Johnny I hardly knew you were with drums and guns
and guns and drums the enemy nearly slew you. Me darling dear you looked so queer. A Johnny I hardly knew you. I’m
happy for to see your home all from the island of Saloon. So low in flesh and so high in bone. A Johnny I hardly knew
you. But sad it is to see you so and to think you now as an object of woe. Your pe still keep yan as her bow. H Johnny I
hardly knew you were with drums and guns and guns and drums the enemy nearly slew you. Me darling dear you looked so
queer. Rock Johnny, I hardly knew you.
Flamed in a first story window of a burning building. I peed a human head.
Jump into this net while we are olden and you will be quite all right. But he wouldn’t jump and the flames rose higher and higher and higher.

38 minutes, 45 seconds
Flamed in the second story window of a burning building. I ped a human jump into this net what we are loading and
you will be quite all right. But he wouldn’t jump. And the flames rose higher and higher and higher.
Truth framed in the third story window of a burning building.
I bit a human head.
Jump into this net what we are holding and you will be quite all right.
honest and he jumped
and he broke his blooming neck to the east there came a hard man. Oh yeah. All the way for a brickton.
Gloral cuddly royal and the orange juice. He went into a pub and came with Paulic.
Oh yeah. VP Insider Glority C Liver in the orange juice.
Does this bus go to the dentist and pal? I’m looking for a lumber.
Glory. Cuddly Roy in the orange juice.
At the dancing he met Mary. Oh yeah. Flower of the garbles.
Aha. Glor allelujah. Cuddle liver oil and the orange juice. He says to Harry Mary. Are you dancing?
Oh no, it’s just the way I’m standing.
Uhhuh. Glory hallelujah. A cuddly in the orange juice. He says to Harry Mary,
you’re one in a million. Oh yeah. And so’s your chances.
Glor. Hallelujah. God liver island. and orange juice. He says to Harry Mary,
“Shall I run him? I got a pair of sand shoes.” Oh yeah. Hell of a funny.
Uhhuh. Glory. Hallelujah. C oil and the orange juice.
Up the back close and dun by the dunny. It wasn’t here for the first time. No,
it wasn’t for the first time. Glor.
Hallelujah. Cud liver oil and the orange juice. Don comes her m to go to the clergy.
Him. He buggers off sharpish. Of course he does. Glory. Hallelujah. C oil and the orange juice.
Mary. He’s looking for a hard man. Him.
He’s joined the fal legion. Of course he has. Sahara camels. Glor. Hallelujah.
Cuddle of royal and the orange juice.
Harry Mary’s had a little baby. His father’s in the army.
Uh-huh. Glor allelujah. Cud liver oil and the orange juice.

42 minutes, 20 seconds
Oh, goodbye. Forever know.
My foolish days will soon be all. Oh, we had a good time,
but become a free.
You see what has done for me?
Oh, we had a good time.
You’ll see what those has done for me.
Heat. Heat. N.