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APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:00:05 | 0:00:08 | |
We'll start off with a song | 0:00:19 | 0:00:21 | |
that's set in the frozen wastes of Northwest Canada, | 0:00:21 | 0:00:25 | |
a place called Mercy Bay. | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
# £10,000, the price was set | 0:00:40 | 0:00:43 | |
# To find the Northwest Passage | 0:00:43 | 0:00:46 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:00:46 | 0:00:48 | |
# So many ships had tried | 0:00:50 | 0:00:53 | |
# And yet the ice floes will not let them through | 0:00:53 | 0:00:56 | |
# 1850 was the year We sailed out of Plymouth | 0:01:01 | 0:01:05 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
# On a mighty ship with a little fear | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
# With steel in our hull and our hearts | 0:01:13 | 0:01:16 | |
# We set a course for old Cape Horn | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
# And out across the ocean | 0:01:22 | 0:01:24 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:01:24 | 0:01:26 | |
# And I worked the night watch dusk till dawn | 0:01:28 | 0:01:31 | |
# While many a man had his dream | 0:01:31 | 0:01:35 | |
# From Bering Strait to the Beaufort Sea | 0:01:39 | 0:01:41 | |
# The air was growing colder | 0:01:41 | 0:01:43 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:01:43 | 0:01:48 | |
# The sea like rock in a mighty freeze | 0:01:48 | 0:01:51 | |
# This winter will just have to stay | 0:01:51 | 0:01:54 | |
# And the snow came down | 0:01:58 | 0:02:02 | |
# From an endless sky | 0:02:02 | 0:02:07 | |
# To the gods on high | 0:02:07 | 0:02:12 | |
# I did pray | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
-# Turn the ship around -Turn the ship around | 0:02:16 | 0:02:22 | |
-# From these frozen grounds -From these frozen grounds | 0:02:22 | 0:02:25 | |
# And let's be homeward bound | 0:02:25 | 0:02:30 | |
# Find a way | 0:02:32 | 0:02:33 | |
# Summer came and the waters moved And the wind blew in our freedom | 0:02:37 | 0:02:42 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
# But the end of the strait had not improved | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
# So to the north of Bank's Isle we did steer | 0:02:48 | 0:02:51 | |
# Crushed and held by the frozen cold In a candlelit prison | 0:02:55 | 0:03:00 | |
# Go down | 0:03:00 | 0:03:01 | |
# With a hot meal worth its weight in gold | 0:03:05 | 0:03:08 | |
# McClure says we mustn't give in | 0:03:08 | 0:03:11 | |
# But the snow came down | 0:03:14 | 0:03:18 | |
# From an endless sky | 0:03:18 | 0:03:24 | |
# To the gods on high | 0:03:24 | 0:03:27 | |
# I did pray | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
-# Turn this ship around -Turn this ship around | 0:03:34 | 0:03:38 | |
-# From these frozen grounds -From these frozen grounds | 0:03:38 | 0:03:43 | |
# And let's be homeward bound | 0:03:43 | 0:03:47 | |
# Find a way | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
# Months go by and we walk and sleep | 0:03:52 | 0:03:55 | |
# Rations getting smaller | 0:03:55 | 0:03:57 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
# It's enough to make a grown man weep | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
# Well, the ice won't be melting this year | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
# McClure set out for the Melville Isle | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
# In search of our salvation | 0:04:32 | 0:04:34 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:04:34 | 0:04:37 | |
# And his bulldog spirit mile on mile | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
# Made up for him landing us here | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
# In April 1853, the Resolute sailed | 0:04:48 | 0:04:52 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:04:52 | 0:04:56 | |
# And at Melville Isle they found the note | 0:04:58 | 0:05:01 | |
# That told of our place and our plight | 0:05:01 | 0:05:04 | |
# We left that ship in the frozen cold | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
# We buried the poor men who died | 0:05:09 | 0:05:12 | |
# Three mounds that looked out to the sea | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
# The names writ in copper on wood | 0:05:19 | 0:05:23 | |
-# And we sailed away -And we sailed away | 0:05:26 | 0:05:30 | |
-# On the Northern Star -On the Northern Star | 0:05:30 | 0:05:36 | |
# Back to England's green once more | 0:05:36 | 0:05:41 | |
-# Held in high esteem -Held in high esteem | 0:05:44 | 0:05:49 | |
-# By our MPs' words -By our MPs' words | 0:05:49 | 0:05:54 | |
# And £10,000 reward | 0:05:54 | 0:06:01 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:06:07 | 0:06:12 | |
# Go down, go down, go down | 0:06:17 | 0:06:21 | |
# Go down, go down, go down. # | 0:06:26 | 0:06:31 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
Thanks very much. Gerry Conway on drums. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
Chris Leslie, author. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:25 | |
He wrote it. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
Thanks. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:35 | |
It's great to be back in the Union Chapel | 0:07:35 | 0:07:37 | |
and we're going to play you a song now from way back in 1970, | 0:07:37 | 0:07:43 | |
written by Richard Thompson and Dave Cyril Eric Swarbrick, | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
two people who wised up | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
and left our band at an early age. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:51 | |
This is track one, side one on the Full House album | 0:07:51 | 0:07:55 | |
which was the very first track I played on | 0:07:55 | 0:07:59 | |
all those years ago, when I joined Fairport. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
You probably know it, if you know it, join in on the chorus. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:06 | |
It's called Walk Awhile. Thank you. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
# A one, two, tickety-boo | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:08:38 | 0:08:40 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
The more we walk together, love | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:08:45 | 0:08:49 | |
# We'll agree | 0:08:49 | 0:08:52 | |
# One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye | 0:08:54 | 0:08:58 | |
# Undertakers bow their heads | 0:08:58 | 0:09:00 | |
# As you go walking by | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:09:07 | 0:09:08 | |
# The more we walk together, love | 0:09:10 | 0:09:12 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
# We'll agree | 0:09:15 | 0:09:20 | |
# Well, here comes another Sunday | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
# Ringin' on the bell | 0:09:45 | 0:09:46 | |
# Here comes your own dear child | 0:09:48 | 0:09:50 | |
# With another tale to tell | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:09:56 | 0:09:58 | |
# The more we walk together, love | 0:09:58 | 0:10:01 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:10:01 | 0:10:05 | |
# We'll agree | 0:10:05 | 0:10:09 | |
# "Bring along," the brewer said "And bring the cuckoo tree" | 0:10:31 | 0:10:36 | |
# Bring your lady mother along | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
# To keep us company | 0:10:38 | 0:10:40 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
# The more we walk together, love | 0:10:47 | 0:10:49 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:10:49 | 0:10:52 | |
# We'll agree | 0:10:52 | 0:10:57 | |
# Two miles down the road | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
# Henry Tompkin's wife | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
# Three miles down the road And he's running for his life | 0:11:24 | 0:11:30 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:11:30 | 0:11:32 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:11:32 | 0:11:35 | |
# The more we walk together, love | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
# We'll agree | 0:11:40 | 0:11:44 | |
# Oh-oh | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
# Walk awhile, walk awhile | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
# Walk awhile with me | 0:11:48 | 0:11:51 | |
# The more we walk together, love | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
# The better we'll agree | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
# We'll agree. # | 0:11:56 | 0:12:02 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:12:33 | 0:12:35 | |
Thank you. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:42 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:15:09 | 0:15:11 | |
Albert and Ted! | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
Thank you! | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
The next song appeared on a Fairport album in the early 1970s. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:30 | |
It was on what we called a concept album. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:32 | |
This was a particular album about a man called John Babbacombe Lee. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:37 | |
He was a man from Devon, accused of a dreadful murder down there | 0:15:37 | 0:15:43 | |
and sentenced to be hung at Exeter Prison. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:47 | |
This song we're going to do next is a snapshot from the story. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:50 | |
It's the moment where John is in his prison cell | 0:15:50 | 0:15:53 | |
for what he believes to be his last night on Earth | 0:15:53 | 0:15:56 | |
before he's taken out the next morning. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:00 | |
# There's a tiny little window | 0:16:10 | 0:16:16 | |
# Where the sun comes shining through | 0:16:16 | 0:16:22 | |
# Dancing with the dust that's in my cell | 0:16:22 | 0:16:32 | |
# There's a sparrow sitting on the sill | 0:16:33 | 0:16:38 | |
# He stays for a minute or two | 0:16:38 | 0:16:43 | |
# But he's frightened by the ringing of the bell | 0:16:44 | 0:16:51 | |
# There's a bed that I must lie on | 0:16:54 | 0:17:00 | |
# When at night I take my rest | 0:17:00 | 0:17:07 | |
# And a chair for me to sit on through the day | 0:17:07 | 0:17:18 | |
# The men who wait beside me | 0:17:18 | 0:17:24 | |
# Always know what's best | 0:17:24 | 0:17:30 | |
# For a man who doesn't have too much to say | 0:17:30 | 0:17:40 | |
# Throw a laugh into the corner | 0:18:24 | 0:18:29 | |
# Blow a tear against the wall | 0:18:29 | 0:18:35 | |
# Learn a game to play | 0:18:36 | 0:18:40 | |
# Improve the mind | 0:18:40 | 0:18:47 | |
# Confess your sins, you sinner | 0:18:47 | 0:18:52 | |
# And see how the seconds fall | 0:18:52 | 0:18:58 | |
# Leave all earthly cares and woes behind | 0:18:58 | 0:19:09 | |
# And when my short affair with life | 0:19:09 | 0:19:15 | |
# Is ended and I'm gone | 0:19:15 | 0:19:21 | |
# Will you tell the world the story of John Lee? | 0:19:21 | 0:19:32 | |
# All you see is nothing | 0:19:32 | 0:19:37 | |
# And yet everything lives on | 0:19:37 | 0:19:43 | |
# I was born to pay the hangman's fee. # | 0:19:44 | 0:19:56 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:19:59 | 0:20:01 | |
Chris Leslie! | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
# John Gaudie was a fine young Man | 0:20:20 | 0:20:22 | |
# In Shetland so it's told | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
# Many's the crowd in Lerwick town his fiddle and he did hold | 0:20:25 | 0:20:30 | |
# They've danced it up They've danced it down | 0:20:30 | 0:20:32 | |
# As he fiddled the tunes around. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:35 | |
# Of all the players in Shetland Isles | 0:20:35 | 0:20:36 | |
# No better could be found When John broke the prison door | 0:20:36 | 0:20:40 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore And wrote himself a tune | 0:20:42 | 0:20:46 | |
# John had his eye on a fair young girl | 0:20:46 | 0:20:48 | |
# That lived not far away | 0:20:48 | 0:20:51 | |
# His were not the only eyes So the rumours say | 0:20:51 | 0:20:56 | |
# It happened down the Sandwick mines hewing the copper bed | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
# His rival dropped a hammer down which struck John on the head | 0:21:00 | 0:21:04 | |
# When John broke the prison door | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore And wrote himself a tune | 0:21:09 | 0:21:13 | |
# It struck him such a fearful blow Weakening his mind | 0:21:13 | 0:21:18 | |
# Left him with his fiddling still But a job he couldn't find | 0:21:18 | 0:21:23 | |
# For now he was prone to a fearful rage like the heat of the blazing sun | 0:21:23 | 0:21:28 | |
# He would warn friends nearby I find her coming on | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
# One day while in Lerwick town on Commercial Street | 0:22:09 | 0:22:14 | |
# Between the trance and the half napkin | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
# He felt this terrible heat | 0:22:16 | 0:22:19 | |
# He was seized by many hands and locked in the tolbooth | 0:22:19 | 0:22:25 | |
# Under Sergeant Nicols' eye his fury tried to soothe | 0:22:25 | 0:22:29 | |
# When John broke the prison door | 0:22:29 | 0:22:31 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:22:31 | 0:22:33 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore | 0:22:33 | 0:22:35 | |
# And wrote himself a tune | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
# Waking up on the prison floor His temper got much worse | 0:22:37 | 0:22:42 | |
# Kicking and stamping behind the door | 0:22:42 | 0:22:44 | |
# He began to swear and curse | 0:22:44 | 0:22:47 | |
# Pushing then with all his strength | 0:22:47 | 0:22:49 | |
# The door at last gave way | 0:22:49 | 0:22:51 | |
# He ran and ran across the fields | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
# At home he meant to stay | 0:22:53 | 0:22:57 | |
# When John broke the prison door | 0:22:57 | 0:22:58 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore | 0:23:00 | 0:23:02 | |
# And wrote himself a tune | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
# When John broke the prison door | 0:23:05 | 0:23:07 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
# And wrote himself a tune | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
# When John broke the prison door | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
# The jailer hadn't seen his like before | 0:23:15 | 0:23:18 | |
# He ran back to the Levenwick shore And wrote himself a tune. # | 0:23:18 | 0:23:22 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:24:52 | 0:24:55 | |
Thank you very much! | 0:24:55 | 0:24:58 | |
Chris Leslie, author! | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
The one we're about to do now, | 0:25:11 | 0:25:14 | |
which was written by Sandy Denny | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
before she joined the band, is about Mary, Queen of Scots. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:18 | |
And its title comes from her last... | 0:25:18 | 0:25:21 | |
Well, the place where she drew her last breath, | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
which is a village in Northamptonshire called Fotheringay. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:27 | |
# How often she has gazed from castle windows all | 0:25:55 | 0:26:01 | |
# To watch the daylight passing beneath her captive walls | 0:26:01 | 0:26:08 | |
# With no-one to heed her call | 0:26:08 | 0:26:13 | |
# The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun | 0:26:24 | 0:26:29 | |
# And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone | 0:26:30 | 0:26:36 | |
# And the last of all the young birds flown | 0:26:36 | 0:26:43 | |
# Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before | 0:26:51 | 0:26:58 | |
# To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door | 0:26:58 | 0:27:06 | |
# But those days will last no more | 0:27:06 | 0:27:12 | |
# Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away | 0:28:10 | 0:28:18 | |
# Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay. # | 0:28:18 | 0:28:25 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:29:06 | 0:29:09 | |
Simon Nichol! | 0:29:09 | 0:29:11 | |
Thank you! | 0:29:11 | 0:29:13 | |
This is a little song | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
that was written by a lady called Carolyn Evans, | 0:29:24 | 0:29:27 | |
who's half of a duo called Red Shoes. | 0:29:27 | 0:29:29 | |
Her and her husband, Mark. | 0:29:29 | 0:29:32 | |
A couple of years ago invited Chris and myself to play on their CD, | 0:29:32 | 0:29:37 | |
and we had such a good time making the record with them | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
that we stole this song and put it on our Festival Bell album. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:45 | |
Here it is. Celtic Moon. | 0:29:45 | 0:29:47 | |
Thanks very much. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:48 | |
# There's a lady who carries a burden | 0:30:12 | 0:30:18 | |
# And the lines on her face tell it all | 0:30:18 | 0:30:23 | |
# She remembers hearing sad stories | 0:30:23 | 0:30:29 | |
# But still dances that memory home | 0:30:29 | 0:30:33 | |
# And the stars would come out just to see her | 0:30:33 | 0:30:41 | |
# And the clouds blew away all too soon | 0:30:41 | 0:30:44 | |
# Her face lit the heavens above her | 0:30:44 | 0:30:50 | |
# She was helped by the Celtic moon | 0:30:50 | 0:30:56 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:30:56 | 0:31:01 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:31:01 | 0:31:06 | |
# Once a young girl with rings on her fingers | 0:31:06 | 0:31:12 | |
# Given to her by a boy she once loved | 0:31:12 | 0:31:18 | |
# Barefoot, they sat by the river | 0:31:18 | 0:31:22 | |
# Sharing secrets with God up above | 0:31:22 | 0:31:30 | |
# And the stars would come out just to see her | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
# And the clouds blew away all too soon | 0:31:35 | 0:31:41 | |
# Her face lit the heavens above her | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
# She was helped by the Celtic moon | 0:31:44 | 0:31:50 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:31:50 | 0:31:54 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:31:54 | 0:32:01 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:32:01 | 0:32:05 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:32:05 | 0:32:09 | |
# On a cold night by the roadside she rested | 0:32:56 | 0:33:03 | |
# And pale was her skin Tired and worn | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
# Her beauty had faded from grieving | 0:33:08 | 0:33:12 | |
# She was too tired to weep Too tired to mourn | 0:33:12 | 0:33:17 | |
# And the stars would come out just to see her | 0:33:17 | 0:33:24 | |
# And the clouds blew away all too soon | 0:33:24 | 0:33:30 | |
# Her face lit the heavens above her | 0:33:30 | 0:33:33 | |
# She was helped by the Celtic moon | 0:33:33 | 0:33:39 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:33:39 | 0:33:45 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:33:45 | 0:33:50 | |
# The Celtic moon | 0:33:50 | 0:33:55 | |
# The Celtic moon. # | 0:33:55 | 0:34:01 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:36:19 | 0:36:23 | |
Dave Pegg. | 0:36:23 | 0:36:25 | |
# We are a proud land We stand for freedom | 0:36:49 | 0:36:54 | |
# We've got the franchise on how to lead them | 0:36:54 | 0:36:57 | |
# We've got the history and books to prove it | 0:36:57 | 0:37:01 | |
# Give us the mountain and we will move it | 0:37:01 | 0:37:04 | |
# We rule the waves and seven seas | 0:37:04 | 0:37:07 | |
# We bring the mighty to their knees | 0:37:07 | 0:37:11 | |
# We offer hope and inspiration | 0:37:11 | 0:37:14 | |
# A fine example to lesser nations | 0:37:14 | 0:37:18 | |
# We are Britannia the jewel in the crown | 0:37:18 | 0:37:21 | |
# We brought a system to the masses | 0:37:24 | 0:37:28 | |
# Divide a nation into classes | 0:37:28 | 0:37:32 | |
# It's in our breeding and on our faces | 0:37:32 | 0:37:35 | |
# At least we're all born knowing our places | 0:37:35 | 0:37:38 | |
# We stay within our social borders | 0:37:38 | 0:37:42 | |
# We only take what our class affords us | 0:37:42 | 0:37:46 | |
# It doesn't matter that it's not even | 0:37:46 | 0:37:50 | |
# This is the nature of the demon | 0:37:50 | 0:37:53 | |
# We are Britannia the jewel in the crown | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
# We are Britannia | 0:37:58 | 0:38:02 | |
# We crowned an empire | 0:38:02 | 0:38:06 | |
# We came and conquered | 0:38:06 | 0:38:09 | |
# We tore their borders down | 0:38:09 | 0:38:13 | |
# We need no conscience | 0:38:13 | 0:38:16 | |
# God is on our side | 0:38:16 | 0:38:20 | |
# We are Britannia | 0:38:20 | 0:38:23 | |
# The jewel in the crown | 0:38:23 | 0:38:27 | |
# We are your friendly liberators | 0:38:36 | 0:38:39 | |
# We'll free you countries from their dictators | 0:38:39 | 0:38:43 | |
# And for a small slice of your oil wells | 0:38:43 | 0:38:46 | |
# We'll send our boys in with their gun shells | 0:38:46 | 0:38:49 | |
# We are a refuge for the needy | 0:38:49 | 0:38:52 | |
# Always caring never greedy | 0:38:52 | 0:38:56 | |
# Whatever gesture could be finer | 0:38:56 | 0:39:00 | |
# We ceded Hong Kong back to China | 0:39:00 | 0:39:03 | |
# We are Britannia The jewel in the crown | 0:39:03 | 0:39:08 | |
# We are Britannia | 0:39:08 | 0:39:12 | |
# We crowned an empire | 0:39:12 | 0:39:16 | |
# We came and conquered | 0:39:16 | 0:39:19 | |
# We tore their borders down | 0:39:19 | 0:39:22 | |
# We need no conscience | 0:39:22 | 0:39:26 | |
# God is on our side | 0:39:26 | 0:39:30 | |
# We are Britannia | 0:39:30 | 0:39:33 | |
# The jewel in the crown | 0:39:33 | 0:39:38 | |
# The jewel in the crown | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
# The jewel in the crown | 0:39:44 | 0:39:47 | |
# The jewel in the crown. # | 0:39:51 | 0:39:55 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:40:04 | 0:40:09 | |
Thank you. | 0:40:11 | 0:40:13 | |
# I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour | 0:40:52 | 0:40:59 | |
# I noticed a maid in the very next row | 0:40:59 | 0:41:03 | |
# And I hoped she'd be my neighbour | 0:41:03 | 0:41:05 | |
# Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both | 0:41:06 | 0:41:12 | |
# Though I spoke not a word on the cart to the farm | 0:41:12 | 0:41:18 | |
# My heart beat in my throat | 0:41:18 | 0:41:21 | |
# My lodging was dry My master fair | 0:41:33 | 0:41:37 | |
# And I gave him full measure | 0:41:37 | 0:41:41 | |
# like the corn in the field My envy grew | 0:41:41 | 0:41:44 | |
# For in his house was my treasure | 0:41:44 | 0:41:47 | |
# I'd watch her carry water Or drive cows from the byre | 0:41:47 | 0:41:54 | |
# And the heat from the sun made the corn grow strong | 0:41:54 | 0:41:59 | |
# And with it my desire | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
# I'd see her in my dreaming and in my dreams caress | 0:42:15 | 0:42:22 | |
# Her lips, her eyes Her long, brown hair | 0:42:22 | 0:42:26 | |
# The curves beneath her dress | 0:42:26 | 0:42:29 | |
# When harvest time it came at length So heavy was our task | 0:42:29 | 0:42:37 | |
# That the women and the men worked side by side | 0:42:37 | 0:42:41 | |
# So I had her near at last | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
# I swung harder with my scythe Few words between us passed | 0:42:58 | 0:43:03 | |
# And I cursed my tongue-tied youthfulness | 0:43:05 | 0:43:08 | |
# And hoped that she'd hear my heart | 0:43:08 | 0:43:12 | |
# When all was safely gathered in and we sat down to rest | 0:43:12 | 0:43:19 | |
# My trembling fingers brushed her arm | 0:43:19 | 0:43:22 | |
# And she placed them on her breast | 0:43:24 | 0:43:27 | |
# She turned to me as the sun went down | 0:43:54 | 0:43:58 | |
# And all my senses reeled | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
# And we lay there on the scented ground | 0:44:03 | 0:44:07 | |
# Till the moon rose over the field | 0:44:07 | 0:44:11 | |
# She was safely gathered in my arms when from the barn | 0:45:37 | 0:45:44 | |
# Drifted the sound of the violin and we hurried to the farm | 0:45:44 | 0:45:51 | |
# Where all were dancing in the lantern light | 0:45:52 | 0:45:56 | |
# And the music filled the air | 0:45:56 | 0:45:59 | |
# And I thanked the Lord and the harvest moon | 0:45:59 | 0:46:03 | |
# For the girl from the hiring fair. # | 0:46:05 | 0:46:20 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:47:48 | 0:47:52 | |
Thanks to Ralph for the song. | 0:48:00 | 0:48:04 | |
Thank you. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
So, yeah, 40, 45 years of Fairport. | 0:48:13 | 0:48:17 | |
45 years. Incredible, isn't it, really? | 0:48:17 | 0:48:20 | |
I can't believe it. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:21 | |
This is a tune from the Festival Bell CD | 0:48:21 | 0:48:25 | |
and it's called Danny Jack's Reward. | 0:48:25 | 0:48:28 | |
I did especially write this tune with a wonderful rhythm section in mind. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:34 | |
You cannot give them too many rounds of applause as far as I'm concerned. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:37 | |
On the drums, Gerry Conway. On the base, Dave Pegg. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:41 | |
Yeah, they deserve that. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:46 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:53:15 | 0:53:17 | |
Mr Ric Sanders. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:23 | |
Blame him! | 0:53:26 | 0:53:28 | |
Here is a song about misadventure. | 0:53:33 | 0:53:38 | |
It's a story which has not been out of the repertoire really much | 0:53:38 | 0:53:43 | |
since it joined back on the Liege & Lief album in 1969. | 0:53:43 | 0:53:47 | |
Several people have sung it in succession, | 0:53:47 | 0:53:49 | |
frequently using the same words. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:53 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:53:53 | 0:53:55 | |
But it's a story of upstairs downstairs misadventure. | 0:53:55 | 0:53:58 | |
Love gone wrong. | 0:53:58 | 0:54:00 | |
Trouble in paradise, castles, cuckoldry, and cutlasses. | 0:54:00 | 0:54:06 | |
# A holiday, a holiday And the first one of the year | 0:54:34 | 0:54:38 | |
# Lord Arnold's wife came into the church and the gospel she did hear | 0:54:38 | 0:54:44 | |
# And when the meeting It was done | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
# She cast her eyes about | 0:54:46 | 0:54:48 | |
# There she spied little Matty Groves | 0:54:48 | 0:54:50 | |
# He was walking through the crowd | 0:54:50 | 0:54:52 | |
# Said, Come home with me Little Matty Groves | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
# Come home with me tonight | 0:54:55 | 0:54:57 | |
# Come home with me Little Matty Groves | 0:54:57 | 0:55:00 | |
# Sleep with me tonight | 0:55:00 | 0:55:01 | |
# Oh, I can't come home and I won't go home | 0:55:01 | 0:55:04 | |
# Sleeping with you tonight | 0:55:04 | 0:55:05 | |
# From the rings on your fingers I can see | 0:55:05 | 0:55:08 | |
# That you are my master's wife | 0:55:08 | 0:55:11 | |
# And what if I am Lord Arnold's wife? | 0:55:11 | 0:55:13 | |
# He is not at home | 0:55:13 | 0:55:15 | |
# He has gone to the far cornfields and he's bringing the yearlings home | 0:55:15 | 0:55:20 | |
# And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said | 0:55:37 | 0:55:42 | |
# He swore Lord Arnold, he would know Before the sun did set | 0:55:42 | 0:55:47 | |
# But in his hurry to carry his news He bent his breast and ran | 0:55:47 | 0:55:52 | |
# When she came to the broad millstream | 0:55:52 | 0:55:54 | |
# Well, he took off her shoes She swam | 0:55:54 | 0:55:56 | |
# So little Matty Groves He lay down | 0:56:14 | 0:56:16 | |
# And he took a little sleep | 0:56:16 | 0:56:18 | |
# When he awoke, Lord Arnold was standing by his feet | 0:56:18 | 0:56:23 | |
# Saying, how do you like my feather bed? | 0:56:23 | 0:56:26 | |
# How do you like my sheets? | 0:56:26 | 0:56:28 | |
# And how do you like my curtains that I got in IKEA last week? | 0:56:28 | 0:56:32 | |
# Oh, well, I like your feather bed Better I like your sheets | 0:56:32 | 0:56:37 | |
# Best of all I like your lady wife who lies in my arms asleep | 0:56:37 | 0:56:40 | |
# Get up! Get up! Get up! Lord Arnold cried | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
# Get up as quick as you can | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
# For it'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man | 0:56:46 | 0:56:50 | |
# Oh, I can't get up and I won't get up | 0:56:50 | 0:56:52 | |
# I wouldn't get up for my life | 0:56:52 | 0:56:55 | |
# For you have two long beaten swords While I've got a pocket knife | 0:56:55 | 0:56:59 | |
# It's true I have two beaten swords and they cost deep in the purse | 0:56:59 | 0:57:04 | |
# But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse | 0:57:04 | 0:57:08 | |
# And you must strike me the very first blow | 0:57:08 | 0:57:11 | |
# Strike it like a man | 0:57:11 | 0:57:14 | |
# I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can! | 0:57:14 | 0:57:19 | |
# So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arnold sore | 0:57:36 | 0:57:41 | |
# Lord Arnold struck the very next blow | 0:57:41 | 0:57:43 | |
# Matty struck no more | 0:57:43 | 0:57:45 | |
# Lord Arnold took his own dear wife | 0:57:45 | 0:57:48 | |
# And he sat her up on his knee and he said | 0:57:48 | 0:57:50 | |
# Who do you like the best of us now That Matty Groves or me? | 0:57:50 | 0:57:54 | |
# And then up spoke his own dear wife Never heard to speak so free | 0:57:54 | 0:57:58 | |
# I would rather one kiss from dead Matty's lips | 0:57:58 | 0:58:01 | |
# Than you or your finery | 0:58:01 | 0:58:03 | |
# At that Lord Arnold He jumped up | 0:58:03 | 0:58:06 | |
# Loudly did he bawl | 0:58:06 | 0:58:08 | |
# He struck his wife right through the heart | 0:58:08 | 0:58:10 | |
# And he pinned her up to the wall | 0:58:10 | 0:58:12 | |
# A grave, a grave Lord Arnold cried | 0:58:12 | 0:58:15 | |
# To put these lovers in | 0:58:15 | 0:58:17 | |
# But you bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin. # | 0:58:17 | 0:58:24 | |
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd | 0:59:13 | 0:59:15 |