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When first I came to Caledonia

[trad.]

When first I came to Caledonia
And I got loading at number three
And I got lodging with Donald Norman
He had a daughter could make good tea

And it was me and my brother Charlie
Two bigger shavers you'd never see
We're spearing eels in the month of April
And starving slaves out on Scataree

I went to Norman to buy some brochan
A cake of soap and a pound of tea
But Norman said I could not have them
Till fish got plenty on Scataree

So I went over to the big harbour
I only went for to see the spray
I saw a maid from Boulardrie over
She looked to me like the queen of May

If I had pen from Pennsylvania
And I had paper of snowy white
And I had ink of the rosy morning
A true love letter to you I'd write

I wish I was on the deepest ocean
As far from land as once I could be
I wish I was on the deepest water
Where woman's love never bothers me

I'd lay my head on a cask of brandy
And it's a dandy I do declare
For when I'm drinking I'm hardly thinking
How I could gain that young lady fair

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The Snows they melt the soonest

[trad.]

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest as the frosts are settling in
And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget
Before we part I'll wage a bet he'll be fain to follow it yet

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring
When springtime goes and winter blows, my lad, and you'll be fain
With all your pride to follow me across the stormy main

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the bee that flew in summertime in winter will not sting
I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn
It's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn

So never bid me farewell for no farewell I'll receive
You will lie with me, my love, and kiss me and then take your leave
And I'll wait here till the woodcock calls and the martlet takes it's wing
For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing

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Hares on the Mountain

[trad./Chris Wood]

If all you young girls were like hares on the mountain
We'd soon get our boots on and go out a-walking
If all you young girls were like swans on the water
We'd soon get our boots off an dive in thereafter

If all you young girls were like stars in the dark
We'd chase round the world to avoid the dawns spark.
But if all you young girls were like the sun in the morning
We'd sit bleary-eyed just to see the day dawning.

If all you young girls were like the rain in the sky
We'd stand out in T-Shirts and shun all things dry
If all you young girls girls were like the hot August sun
We'd sit with our eyescreens and get nothing done

If all you young girls flew south like the swallow
There'd be nothing for it but to upstakes and follow.
But if all you young girls were like my own true lover
All you young men love them as I love her.

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Sandy Bell's Broadstreet

[Dougie McLean]

Oh I'm sure that the way you're laughing
Doesn't mean that you're feeling good.
It's a lovely morning - we should be happy.
Just a little sunshine and it could be so good.

Refrain:

Sandy Bell he was a good man, but they strung him up on the gallows tree
Down on Broadstreet, they're all crawling down, down on their knees.
But I won't go down. They don't frighten me.

Caledonia, you've me running
You've got me loosing a lot of sleep.
Someone's not too happy 'bout the way I'm singing
Now it seems he's stinging everyone he meets.

Refrain

Take them all across the water
Let them bathe in the silver stream
And when, when this game is over
Maybe they'll give me back all my dreams

Refrain

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