These songs provide glimpses of some of the many faces of men's love. They give honest expression to the deepest feelings of devotion, loss and betrayal; some acknowledge how delicate matters at times cause awkwardness while others reflect the importance of humour in helping to cope with emotional situations. But whatever the form they take, the songs on this record are honest and legitimate expressions of love from a male perspective. I hope you enjoy them and that they may even revive some cherished memories.
When a man's in love he knows no cold, like me not long ago,
And he will to his truelove come all through the frost and snow.
The Moon did shed her silver light along me weary way,
Until, I came to that sweet place where all my pleasures lay.
I knocked gently at the door saying "Love are you within",
And shyly she has slipped the lock and slyly I slipped in.
Her waist was neat, her breath was sweet and her tongue did gently glide,
As I gave her a kiss and I surely didn't miss and I asked her to be my bride.
"Oh, take me to your bedroom love, come take me to your bed,
Come take me too your bedroom love to rest my weary head".
"To take you to my bedroom love, my parents would never agree,
So you sit by the warm fireside and I'll sit close to thee".
"Many's the month I've courted you against your parents will,
And never once came to your bed so now my love be still,
Tomorrow I'm going to cross the main, to far Van Dieman's Shore,
And you will never ever see your gentle lover no more".
"Oh are you going to leave me now, whatever shall I do,
I'll break every bond of love my darling to please you.
Perhaps my parents will forgive or maybe they'll forget,
But I'm resolved this very night, to take you to my bed.
And with a kiss the bond was sealed my joys they did come round,
From courtships cares I was released as we became as one.
Though all outside was frost and cold, two fires they burned within
As we rolled together in that sweet place until the day did dawn.
Chorus after each verse,
Ding dong de dilly um, blower and nailer, (x3)
My wife's gone away with a tailor.
Oh I can't mend a slan and I can't make a spade,
I feel my heart has been betrayed,
For the lovely girl that once was mine
Has gone with a fop without land or kine.
Where's the girtl I love so well
Where my strength and where's my skill,
I wear the horns upon my brow
Since she's gone with the flighty tailor-o.
Wandering girl with the snow-white breast,
Far better come home and take your rest
With your honest smith forever and aye
Don't roam with a tailor beneath the sky.
It's of a London Cockney a story I'll relate,
He went into the country, to find himself a mate. (rep)
He rode and he rode 'til he came to a public town,
And there he has unlighted and drank at the 'Crown'. (rep)
A pretty little damosel appeared all in his eyes
Which caused him to tarry and there for to bide. (rep)
He said "My pretty fair maid, if you will be mine
The all the gold and silver I have shall be thine. (rep)
But there was this 'ere ploughboy and he heard him say so,
And he said " Me London Cockney, I know what I know". (rep)
"Oh, we will take up arrows and go to fight in field,
And there we'll do great battle to win her good will". (rep)
But then this 'ere ploughboy he give him such a blow
And said "Me London Cockney, now you know what I know". (rep)
"Oh never let it be said all on a plough bench
That a ploughboy was not willing to fight for his wench". (rep)
"Oh carry me to London and there bury me,
Please don't let me die in this strange counterie". (rep)
I met my love at Woolwich Pier, beneath the big crane standing
And all the love I felt for her it passed all understanding;
Took her sailing on the river, flow sweet river flow,
London Town was mine to give her, Sweet Thames flow softly.
Made the Thames into a crown, flow sweet river flow,
Made a brooch of Silver Town, Sweet Thames flow softly.
At London Yard I held her hand at Blackwall Point I faced her,
At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth and tenderly embraced her.
Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, flow sweet river flow,
All the time my heart was singing , sweet Thames flow softly.
Limehouse Reach I gave her there, flow sweet river flow,
As a ribbon for her hair, sweet Thames flow softly.
From Shadwell dock to Nine Elms Reach, we cheek to cheek were dancing,
Her necklace made of London Bridge her beauty was enhancing.
Kissed her once again at Wapping, flow sweet river flow,
After that there was no stopping, sweet Thames flow softly.
Richmond Park it was her ring, flow sweet river flow,
I'd have given her anything, sweet Thames flow softly.
From Rotherhithe to Putney Bridge, my love I was declaring,
And she from Kew to Isleworth her love for me was swearing,
Love had set me heart a-burning, flow sweet river flow,
Never saw the tide was turning, sweet Thames flow softly.
Gave her Hampton Court to twist, flow sweet river flow,
Into a bracelet for her wrist, sweet Thames flow softly.
But now alas the tide has turned, me love she has gone from me
And winter frost has touched me heart and put a blight upon me.
Creeping fog is on the river, flow sweet river flow,
Sun, and Moon, and stars, gone with her, sweet Thames flow softly.
Swift the Thames runs to the sea, flow sweet river flow,
Bearing ships and part of me, sweet Thames flow softly.
I went out in the hazel-wood, because a fire was in my head,
Cut and peeled a hazel-wand and tied a berry to a thread.
And when white moths were on the wing and moth like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in the stream and caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the ground and turned to stir the fire to flame,
Something rustled on the floor and someone called me by my name.
It had become a glimmering girl, with apple blossom in her hair,
Who called me by my name and ran and vanished in the lightening air.
Though I am old with wandering, through hilly land and hollow land,
I will find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and hold her hand;
And wander mid long dappled grass and pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the Moon, the golden apples of the Sun.
Now that we've agreed that we're in love,
We'll have to face the la-di-da, the eye wash,
All of the fancy pantomime, I love you very much, I'll try love
I'll bill and coo with your gruesome auntie Susan cross me heart, I'll play it cool;
And I'll let your tetchy uncles get me back up cross me heart,
And I wont get shirty when they say I look peculiar.
I'll be nice to your mummy, I'll come all over la-di-da
Although she always gets up me nose, I love you very much,
And so I'll smile and I'll acquiesce, when she invites me to caress, her scabby cat;
I'll sit still while she knits and whitters cross me heart,
And I wont lay a finger on the crabby old bat-face
I'll be polite to your daddy, frightfully la-di-da
Although he always bores me to my boots, I love you very much,
And so I won't boo and hiss when he starts to reminisce, I won't flair up, I won't drop of
The runs he used to score and how he won the war cross me heart;
But I'll have to grit me teeth when he goes on about his rupture.
I'll behave at the wedding breakfast I'll be la-di-da, I promise,
Hearty toasts and risqué jokes, I love you very much, so help me,
I'll force a laugh for the flicking photographs, so have no fear, I wont turn tail,
And I wont run amuck when the females chuck confetti in my ears,
And cross me heart love, I'll keep off the Pale Ale.
When we're off on our own, no more la-di-bloody-da, I promise,
We just wont have the time, we wont have time for such, fancy pantomime,
I love you far too much.
These words were composed by Spencer the Rover,
Who traveled Great Britain and most parts of Wales;
He being reduced did cause great confusion,
And that was the reason a rambling he went.
In Yorkshire near Rotherham he being on his rambles,
Being weary of traveling he sat down to rest,
At the foot of yon mountain where grows a clear fountain,
With bread and cold water he himself did refresh.
It tasted more sweeter than the gold he had wasted,
More sweeter than honey and gave more content;
Till the thought of his babies, lamenting their father,
Brought tears to his eyes and caused him to lament.
The night fast approaching to the woods he resorted,
With Woodbine and Ivy his bed for to make;
He dreamt about sighing, lamenting and crying,
'Go home to your family and rambling forsake'.
On the fifth of November I've a reason to remember,
When first he arrived home to his children and wife;
They stood so surprised to see him before them
To see such a stranger once more in their sight.
His children came around him with their prittle-prattling stories,
With their prittle-prattling stories to drive care away.
Now they are united, like birds of one feather,
Like bees in one hive, contented they'll be.
And now he is living in his cottage of contentment,
With Woodbine and Ivy growing all round the door;
He's as happy as them that has plenty of riches,
Contented he'll be and go rambling no more.
Tis what they say, thy little heel fits in a shoe,
Tis what they say thy little mouth kisses well too;
Tis what they say, a thousand loves ye've left me to rue,
That the tailor went the way, that the wife of the red-haired man knew.
Many months did I spend in a prison closed and tightly bound,
Chains on my arms, and a thousand locks all around.
But I would leap as the leap of the lonely swan,
To be lying down beside the wife of the red-haired man.
Many times have I thought of one house between thee love and me,
And oftimes have I thought of my child all there on your knee;
But a curse from the High One on him now let it be,
And on all the band of boys that put silence love, twix thee and me.
In the garden grows a tree and her branches tremble and shake,
Place my hand on the bark and I feel my poor heart will break;
Just one wish alone in my soul it has run,
Just one little kiss, from the wife of the red-haired man.
But a day of judgment it will come, and the seas and mountains will be rent,
And a mist shall fall from the thunder-clouds so newly sent;
And the seas will run dry and the earth under mourning shall ban,
And beloved she will cry, the wife of the red-haired man.
The week before Easter the day being fair,
The Sun it shone brightly and bright grew the air;
I went into the forest to gather wild flowers
But the forest would yield me no roses.
The roses are red the leaves they are green;
The bushes and briars are pleasant to be seen,
And the birds in the trees they are a-changing their notes
All among the wild beasts of the forest.
When I saw my own-love to the church go,
The bride and bride's party they made a fine show,
And I followed on with a heart full of woe
For she's gone to be wed to some other.
Then I saw my own-love sit down to dine
I sat down beside her and poured out her wine;
And I drank to the lassie I thought should be mine,
But she's gone to be wed to another.
The up spake the groomsman "I'll have just one word,
Will you venture your life on the point of me sword;
For courting to slowly you've lost this fair maid
And now you shall never enjoy her.
The men of the forest they asked of me,
"How many strawberries grown in the salt sea?"
But I asked of them with a tear in my e'e,
"How many fish swim in your forest?"
Oh dig me a grave, dig it long wide and deep,
And cover it o'er with the flowers so sweet.
And I'll turn me in and I'll take a long sleep
And maybe that way I'll forget her.
So they dug him a grave, dug it long wide and deep,
And covered it o'er with the flowers so sweet,
And he turned him in for to take a long sleep
And maybe by now he's forgot her.
Fare thee well me dearest Nancy for now I must leave you,
Across the salt-seas I am bound for to go;
But don't let me long voyage to trouble and grieve you,
For I will return in the spring as you know.
She said 'Like a little sea-boy I'll dress and go with you,
In spite of all dangers, your help I'll remain;
In the cold, stormy weather love, when the winds are a-blowing,
Me love I'll be ready to trim your topsail."
'Oh! Your pretty little fingers can't handle our tackle
Your delicate feet to our topmast can't go;
And your little behind love, it would freeze in the wynd love,
I would have you ashore when the bitter winds do blow".
So fare thee well me dearest Nancy for tis now I must leave you
Unto the West Indies our course we must steer,
But though we are parted, me love stay true hearted,
For I will return in the springtime of the year.
I wish that I could write a love-song, to show the way I feel
But perhaps I just ain't got it, perhaps I never will
Wish that I could write down words, that I want you to see,
Wish I could write a love-song, just to you from me.
I write the words down, then change 'em all around ,'cos I ain't to sure,
It always comes out wrong, it's just another song,
And it's all bin done before and it's gotta mean much more.
Wish that I could write a love-song, to show the way I feel,
But perhaps I just ain't got it, perhaps I never will.
Rock and roll so easy, rock and roll songs, dead easy.
Is it simply that I love you more than words can say?
Is that I feel silly when I let my feelings show
Or am I afraid to say too much, incase some day you go;
If I give in to my emotions, then I might get hurt,
If some day you run away, wiv my uncle Bert.
But I'm making fun again, trust me to make a joke, out of anything
Wish I could make up lines wish I could make up rhymes,
Ain't good for anything good to sing.
Wish I could write a love-song, to show the way I feel,
But I guess I just ain't got it, guess I never will.
Rock and roll songs so easy, rock and roll songs, dead easy.
Is it simply that I love you, more than words can say?
Think I'll write a love-song, just for you today.
Garry Gillard | New: 10 May, 2008 | Now: 15 February, 2018