Folk Awards Highlights BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

MUSICAL INTRO STARTS

# Way down south where the whale-fish blow

# Way down in Florida

# The girls all dance to the roll-and-go

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# When I was a young man in my prime

# Way down in Florida

# I was courting pretty girls two at a time

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# Rollin', rollin'

# Rollin' the whole world round

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# But now I'm old and getting grey

# Way down in Florida

# I can only manage one a day

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# Rollin', rollin'

# Rollin' the whole world round

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# We'll haul 'em high and we'll haul 'em low

# We'll bust their blocks and away we'll go

# Oh, "Rouse 'em, buster!" is the cry

# A poor man's wage is never high

# Rollin', rollin'

# Rollin' the whole world round

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# Rollin', rollin'

# Rollin' the whole world round

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# Rollin', rollin'

# Rollin' the whole world round

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down

# That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line

# And we'll roll the woodpile down. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Hello, from Julie Fowlis and me, Mark Radcliffe.

And welcome to the 2014 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards

here at the Royal Albert Hall.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Our first award of the evening is for Best Duo

and here are the nominations.

Ross Ainslie and Jarlath Henderson.

Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker.

# You've got to live some way... #

LYRICS INDISTINCT

Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin.

# ..Tale I tell

# And hungry and cold we were that day... #

Catrin Finch and Seckou Keita.

APPLAUSE

Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin.

Now for some more live music.

Our next performer began her career

in the cafes and bars of New York's Greenwich Village.

Her breakthrough album, Solitude Standing,

was an international bestseller

and gave us modern classics like Luka and Tom's Diner.

Tonight, she's joined by Gerry Leonard,

who's also guitarist of choice for David Bowie,

and Classical Brit award-winning trumpet soloist Alison Balsom.

Please give a warm welcome to the perennially cool Suzanne Vega.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

# There is a road beyond this one

# It's called the path

# We don't yet take

# I can feel how it longs to be entered upon

# It calls to me with a cry and an ache

# As we go along this one

# And we live

# The way we do

# Love pulls us on to that distant horizon so true

# I knew a man

# He lived in jail

# And his tale is often told

# He dreamed of that line

# That we call the divine

# And when he was free He led his country

# Yes, he taught the way of love

# And he lived in that way too

# Love pulled him on to that distant horizon so true

# There is a road beyond this one

# It's called the path we don’t yet take

# I can feel how it longs to be entered upon

# It calls to me with a cry and an ache

# As we go along this one

# And we live the way we do

# Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

# Love pulled him on to that perfect horizon

# Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

# So true. #

APPLAUSE

MARK: Suzanne Vega.

On to our next award of the evening,

which is for Musician of the Year.

And this is given to a band member, a solo artist or a session musician

who has made a big impression in the last 12 months

by, frankly, showing off quite a lot.

Here are the nominations.

Aidan O’Rourke.

Will Pound.

Sam Sweeney.

Martin Simpson.

The Musician of the Year award goes to Aidan O'Rourke.

APPLAUSE

Unexpected.

Um, of all the "aren't you glad you practised" moments,

this is the ultimate, I would say.

So, um...I'll be brief.

I'd like to thank my parents,

who always encouraged me to work hard

and be humble.

Yes!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

On to the first of our special awards this evening.

The Good Tradition Award is given

to an individual, a group or an organisation

to recognise their contribution to the preservation, dissemination

and continuance of traditional music over a number of years.

APPLAUSE

Our next performance brings together two blokes from Sheffield

who, until a meeting at the Folk Awards in London a few years back,

had failed to notice that they frequented the same local pub

and their houses actually backed onto each other.

In fact, before they knew each other,

they used to throw dog dirt over the fence

into each other's gardens.

So, it could all have ended up on Neighbours From Hell.

But thankfully, it's ended up here.

Both are quality songwriters and very nifty guitarists,

albeit from different musical worlds.

With something more than a little bit special, please welcome -

already in town, of course, for London Fashion Week -

Martin Simpson and Richard Hawley.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

# Well, since my baby left me

# I found a new place to dwell

# It's down at the end of Lonely Street

# At Heartbreak Hotel

# You make me so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely

# I get so lonely I could die

# Although it's always crowded

# Well, you still can find some room

# Where a broken-hearted lover

# Can just cry away his gloom

# You make me so lonely, baby

# You make me so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely I could die

# Now, the bell-hop's tears keep fallin'

# The desk clerk's dressed in black

# They've been so long on Lonely Street

# They ain't never lookin' back

# I get so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely

# I get so lonely I could die

# So, if your baby leaves you

# And you got a tale to tell

# You just take a little walk down Lonely Street

# To Heartbreak Hotel

# You make me so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely I could die

# Well, since my baby left me

# I found a new place to dwell

# It's down at the end of Lonely Street

# At Heartbreak Hotel

- # You make me so lonely, baby - # You make me so lonely, babe

# I get so lonely, baby

# I get so lonely I could die. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Thank you. - Thank you.

JULIE: Martin Simpson and Richard Hawley.

Moving on to our next award,

the BBC Radio 2 Young Folk Award,

which celebrates the remarkable young musical talents

these islands are producing.

To enter the Young Folk Award,

you have to be between 16 and 21 years old,

live in the UK and play folk, roots or acoustic music from any culture.

Ten acts from across the UK were selected

to take part in a weekend of workshops in October,

where they also performed in a public concert

and had very limited access to alcoholic beverages.

The BBC, safeguarding trust as ever, well done, us.

APPLAUSE Thanks, thanks.

It was there that a panel of judges selected

the four nominees and the eventual winner.

Here are, then, the nominations

for the 2014 BBC Radio 2 Young Folk Award.

# Many times I've stepped into your shoes... #

Hattie Briggs.

# Though mine may be bigger

# You stepped in mine too... #

The Mischa Macpherson Trio.

Granny's Attic.

Gentlemen of Few.

Mischa Macpherson Trio.

I'm going to go and give these two dashing lads

the biggest hug of their lives

and maybe have a little glass of champagne.

Thank you very much. Cheers!

APPLAUSE

OK, it's time now for the first of tonight's

Lifetime Achievement Awards,

given for an outstanding contribution to folk and acoustic music.

You could probably have worked that out for yourselves.

To present the award, one of Ireland's most acclaimed singers,

who's performed with Mike Oldfield, Peter Gabriel and Paul Brady,

as well as on The Transatlantic Sessions.

Please welcome Cara Dillon.

APPLAUSE

How are you doing?

When I was growing up in County Derry in the late '70s and '80s,

the musical landscape was dominated

by a handful of Irish music Leviathans.

However, one act above all the rest has gone on to cross more boundaries,

reach further into the corners of the globe and touch more hearts.

With record sales in excess of 15 million

and a trademark sound that is immediately identifiable,

Clannad's legendary career has seen their music entwine the traditional

and the modern with stunning results.

From their humble beginnings in the family pub in Donegal,

heavily influenced by traditional music of their kin and of the land,

to Hollywood movie soundtracks

featuring expansive and contemporary themes

that have defined an entire genre,

they are the only band in history to have had a top 10 hit

with a song entirely in Irish Gaelic.

I for one cannot imagine the soundtrack to my life

not including at least half a dozen of the Clannad songs.

And I'm sure I'm not alone.

Moya, Pol, Ciaran, Noel and Padraig -

Clannad.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

# Imtheochaidh soir is siar

# A dtainig ariamh

# An ghealach is an ghrian

# Fol lol the doh, fol the day

# Fol the doh, fol the day

# Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian

# An duine og is a chail 'na dhiadh

# Fol lol the doh, fol the day

# Fol the doh, fol the day

# Fol lol the doh, fol the day

# Fol the doh, fol the day

# Imtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh

# An duine og is a chail ne dhiadh

# Fol lol the doh, fol the day

# Fol the doh

# Fol the day. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

JULIE: Clannad, ladies and gentlemen.

We move on now to the Horizon Award,

which is given to a relatively new or emerging artist

who's made a big impression during the past year.

Previous winners have included Chris Drever, The Unthanks,

Cara Dillon and Julie Fowlis...

who seems to have done all right.

Here are the nominations.

# Chasing shadows... #

Olivia Chaney.

# ..Clutching precious things... #

Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker.

LYRICS INDISTINCT

# Born in September... #

Greg Russell and Ciaran Algar.

# ..She read all the books She was different from me... #

# Oh-oh... #

Georgia Ruth.

LYRICS INDISTINCT

APPLAUSE

Do you like my suit, by the way?

WHOOPS Last year, I didn't think we'd win,

so I just wore half a nice outfit, and then jeans.

So I thought I'd go for it this year.

But thank you very much, we'll go... Bye.

Bye, thank you.

APPLAUSE

So, now, an English folk supergroup,

nominated tonight for Best Group and Best Album,

who were established to celebrate

the new digital archive of songs and dances

stored in the great Vaughn Williams Memorial Library.

Rounded up and led by Yorkshire's Fay Hield

and featuring some truly top-class players -

Seth Lakeman, Nancy Kerr, Rob Harbron,

Sam Sweeney, Ben Nicholls and Martin Simpson -

it's just a shame that Francis Bacon wasn't available.

And possibly someone with the surname Egg,

or someone with the double-barrelled surname Hash-Brown.

Um, please welcome The Full English.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

One, two, three...

# Come, neighbours and listen a while

# If ever you wish for to smile or hear a true story of old

# Attend to what I do unfold

# A fella whose fame did resound through every village and town

# For fun, for frolic and whim

# None ever was equal to him

# Arthur being stout and bold

# And near upon 30 years old

# He needs a-wooing must go

# To get him a lady, you know

# So getting young Dolly's consent

# Away to be married they went

# To make himself noble appear

# He mounted the old padded mare

# Come neighbours and listen a while If ever you wish for to smile

# Or hear a true story of old Attend to what I do unfold

# So he packed up his drudgery hose

# And put on his holiday clothes

# His coat it was scarlet so fine Full trimmed with buttons behind

# Two sleeves it had, it is true

# One yellow, the other was blue

# The cuffs and capes of green The longest that ever were seen

# His hat, though greasy and tore Cocked up with a feather before

# Under his chin it was tied

# With a strip from an old cow's hide

# His breeches three times had been turned

# And two holes in the left side were burned

# This was a misfortune, you'll say

# Still he looked gallant and gay

# Thus kitted away he did ride

# While Dolly did trudge by his side

# And coming up to the church door

# Amid five thousand or more

# Then from the old mare he did 'light

# Which put the old clerk in a fright

# And the parson so dreadfully shook

# That he presently dropped down his book

# Which Arthur soon picked up again

# And swore that he must now begin

# Crying, “Dolly, my dearie, come hither

# "And let us be married together"

# Come, neighbours and listen a while

# If ever you wish for to smile

# Or hear a true story of old

# Attend to what I do unfold

# The parson his duty discharged Without any fee or reward

# He swore no money he'd have

# And poor Arthur had none to give

# To make him a little amends

# He invited him home with his friends

# Take a sweet kiss on the bride

# And eat a good dinner beside

# The dishes though few were good

# The sweetest of all living food

# There was roast guinea pig and a bantam

# Sheep's head stewed in a lanthorn

# Two calves' feet and a bull's trotter

# The fore and hind leg of an otter

# Lampfish, limpets and dabs

# Crayfish, cockles and crabs

# Red herrings and sprats by the dozen

# To feast all his uncles and cousins

# Who were so well pleased with the treat

# Heartily they did all eat

# Come, neighbours and listen a while

# If ever you wish for to smile

# Or hear a true story of old

# Attend to what I do unfold

# The guests being well satisfied

# The dishes were laid on one side

# And Arthur, to make their hearts merry

# Brought pale ale, perkin and perry

# "Come, give us a dance," quoth Doll

# "Come, Geoffrey and play us Mad Moll

# "'Tis time to be merry and frisky

# "But first let us have some more whisky"

# "Me lily, me lark, me love

# "Me daffy down dilly, me dove

# "Me everything and me wife

# "I ne'er was so pleased in me life"

# The pipers then screwed up their bags

# And the girls began shaking their rags

# While some only one leg had gotten

# And that which they had it was rotten

# The parson let off at the top

# Some danced while the others did hop

# There was lead up and down, figure in

# Cross hands and then back again

# Dancing they spent the whole night

# Till Phoebus appeared in their sight

# When each took a kiss of the bride

# And hopped home to his own fireside. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Now we come to the award for Best Original Song.

This is given to a work that's either been written in the past 12 months

or has come to prominence through a new recording or interpretation

during the past year.

Here are the nominations, then, for Best Original Song.

# They say the longest river... #

Swimming In The Longest River, Olivia Chaney.

# ..Is denial, is denial... #

# I just had an hour... #

None The Wiser, Chris Wood.

# ..He's a nice chap

# But I'm none the wiser... #

Love's For Babies And Fools, Linda Thompson.

# ..Love's for babies and fools... #

# October's silver breeze... #

Two Ravens, Lisa Knapp.

APPLAUSE

Two Ravens by Lisa Knapp.

Oh, Lordy!

I can't believe I'm wearing the same top as the picture they used.

But apart from that...

Our next award is for Best Traditional Track.

This award is designed to encourage and celebrate

new recordings of traditional music and song.

And here are the nominations.

SINGS IN WELSH

Codi Angor, Georgia Ruth.

Les Bras De Mer, Catrin Finch and Seckou Keita.

# ..And when they came... #

Willy Of Winsbury, Anais Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer.

# ..By one, by two and by three... #

Mary Macdonald, Rant.

APPLAUSE

# The King has been a prisoner

# And a prisoner long in Spain

# And Willie of the Winsbury

# Has lain long with his daughter Jane

# "What ails you, what ails you, my daughter, Jane?

# "Why you look so pale and wan?

# "Oh, have you had any ill sickness?

# "Or yet been sleeping with a man?"

# "I have not had any ill sickness

# "Nor yet been sleeping with a man

# "It is for you, my father dear

# "For biding so long in Spain"

# "Cast off, cast off your robe and gown

# "Stand naked on the stone

# "That I might know you by your shape

# "If you be a maiden or none"

# And she’s cast off her robe and gown

# Stood naked on the stone

# Her apron was tight and her waist was round

# Her face was pale and wan

# "And was it with a lord or a gentleman

# "Or a man of wealth and fame?

# "Or was it with one of my servingmen

# "While I was a prisoner in Spain?"

# "No,

it wasn't with a lord

or a gentleman

# "Or a man of wealth and fame

# "It was with Willie of Winsbury

# "I could bide no longer alone"

# And the King has called his servingmen

# By one, by two and by three

# Saying, "Where is this Willie of Winsbury?

# "For hanged he shall be"

# And when they came before the King

# By one, by two and by three

# Willie should've been the first of them

# But the last of them was he

# And Willie of the Winsbury

# All dressed up in red silk

# His hair hung like the strands of gold

# His breast was white as milk

# "No wonder, no wonder," the King, he said

# "That my daughter's love you did win

# "If I were a woman as I am a man

# "In my own bed you would have been

# "And will you marry my daughter, Jane

# "By the faith of your right hand?

# "And I'll make you the lord of my servingmen

# "I'll make you the heir to my land"

# "Oh, yes, I'll marry your daughter, Jane

# "By the faith of my right hand

# "But I'll not be the lord of any man

# "I'll not be the heir to your land"

# And he's raised her up on a milk-white steed

# And himself on a dapple grey

# He has made her the lady of as much land

# As she can ride in a long summer's day. #

APPLAUSE

Anais

Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer.

Special guests, Aidan O'Rourke and Martin Green.

Moving on now to something very special for the 15th anniversary,

the

launch of the Folk Awards

Hall of Fame.

Each year,

we'll be honouring somebody whose significant contribution

has made a lasting impression

on the world of folk,

and our first inductee is a man whose contribution to traditional music

and dance has

been quite remarkable.

Cecil Sharp was born in 1859.

Though a teacher by trade, it was his personal vocation

as a folk song collector that became his life's passion.

He travelled from village to village on his bicycle, seeking out

source singers and writing down the music and the words

to songs that, until then,

had been passed on only through the oral tradition.

In 1911, he founded the English Folk Dance Society

for the promotion of traditional dance, and in 1932,

it became the English Folk Dance and Song Society which,

to this day, has had its headquarters in Camden's Cecil Sharp House.

He passed away in 1924, leaving behind an amazing

collection of almost 5,000 songs and tunes collected in Britain

and in North America.

So, now,

we present a rather special

tribute, featuring music,

song and dance from Sharp's collection

and a portrayal of the man himself in his own words.

Ladies and gentlemen, a tribute

to Cecil Sharp.

APPLAUSE

ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

Is this Somerset? This collecting lark can be very wearing.

Yes, I sometimes spend a whole day toiling along on my trusty bicycle

to trace a singer or dancer of whom I've heard,

to find him perhaps only a few miles from where I had first started.

I tell you, I'm not likely to have many competitors

at this job.

But there are compensations. Oh, yes.

I have made many friends, whom I value,

and have had more than a few adventures.

One Christmas, I was noting songs by phonograph

from a gypsy woman in her caravan.

Suddenly, she stopped singing and announced that

she heard

her

husband approaching, and he was of a jealous disposition.

Well, I flung open the caravan door and shouted to

the man,

"A happy Christmas to you. Stop a moment and listen.

"I have your wife's voice here in a box."

The man stopped and listened to the record of his wife's song

and was so amazed and delighted, that we became good friends. Hmm.

And to think all this started for me

when I heard

The Seeds of Love

sung in a garden.

# I sowed the seeds of love

# And I sowed them in the spring

# I gathered them up in the morning so soon

# As the small birds do sweetly sing

# As the small birds do sweetly sing

# My garden was planted well

# With flowers everywhere

# But I had not the liberty to choose for myself

# The flowers that I loved so dear

# The flowers that I loved so dear

# Oh, the gardener was standing by

# And I asked him to choose for me

# He chose me the violet, the lily and the pink

# But these, I refused all three

# But these, I refused all three. #

APPLAUSE, BANJO MUSIC PLAYS

I

went collecting in America.

Hmm, in the Appalachians, good roads were scarce, or nonexistent.

They were for the most part rough tracks over the mountain passes

or along the creeks.

Wherever possible, the faithful Maud and I walked,

although this was often a tiring business

when it meant a tramp of 15 or 16

miles in great heat

over a track so rough that it was necessary to pick out every footstep.

But I can recall a wonderful evening

at Pine Mountain, Kentucky

on a back porch.

It was after dark and we had but one dim lantern with us,

but the moon streamed fitfully in and illuminated the dancers

and the crowd of onlookers who encircled them.

And when the excitement rose to fever heat,

the scene presented a strange, weird picture.

The visual effect heightened by the clappings and the stampings

of the patters, the tramp of the dancers,

the room was full of rhythm.

Folk dancing was introduced to the Army

in May 1917.

It was extraordinarily difficult to know how to begin.

You see, no-one would learn until he had seen the dance

and

there were not numbers

enough to show it him.

Miss Daking, who was responsible for starting things off,

began with a Northumbrian sword dance.

Number five danced it through with an amputated toe

and a new boot, number three sat down looking pale and shiny,

a heart-case, but the thing went.

Men came in slowly, a paper and comb provided the music.

Eventually, the English Folk Dance Society sent out more people to teach

and displays were put on with squads of men dancing

and a band playing.

In fact, it became the most popular sideshow in France.

But my favourite dances that I have collected

are the Morris.

APPLAUSE

UPBEAT TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

That was a tribute to Cecil Sharp,

featuring

John Kirkpatrick on vocal

and concertina,

Simon Care on melodeon,

Paul Sartin on fiddle and Benji Kirkpatrick on guitar and banjo.

The dancers...

APPLAUSE

The dancers were Morris Offspring, led by Laurel Swift,

and Ashley Hutchings was Cecil Sharp.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

On now to the award for Best Album, which once again has been

voted for

by listeners of Radio 2,

and here are the nominations.

# Nimbly, nimbly rose she up... #

Child Ballads - Anais Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer.

# ..But the louder that this lady cried

# The louder blew the wind... #

The Full English - The Full English.

Hidden Seam - Lisa Knapp.

# You are the sunshine and I am the rain... #

Vagrant Stanzas - Martin Simpson.

Won't Be Long Now - Linda Thompson.

# Then, now and always

# I'll love you... #

The BBC Radio 2 Folk Award for the Best Album goes to...

The Full English.

# Awake, it is dawn of day

# Go tell your tales to some other lover

# And whisper softly all in her ear... #

Can I just first say that there is nobody I would rather lose to

than The Full English?

APPLAUSE

Tonight is all about the celebration of music in its various forms

and the celebration of the lives of the people who have made it,

and the next part

of the show

is no exception.

A year ago, whilst preparing for a performance in Guildford,

The Fisherman's Friends

lost singer Trevor Grills

and tour manager Paul McMullen in a tragic accident.

The bonds in the group run deep.

Members have known each other a lifetime

and

so it has been, using overused

words but never more fittingly,

an emotional journey back to the concert platform.

So, tonight, we welcome them back with open arms

as they sing once again.

Your deep appreciation, please, for The Fishermen's Friends.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

#

I thought I heard the old man sing

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Today, today, it's a holiday

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Too-rye-ay! Oh, too-rye-ay!

# John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# We're bound away at the break of day

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# We're bound away for Frisco Bay

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Too-rye-ay! Oh, too-rye-ay!

# John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Them Frisco girls ain't got no clothes

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# They comb their hair with herring back bones

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Too-rye-ay! Oh, too-rye-ay!

# John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Just one more heave and that'll do

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# For we're the crew to pull her through

# Oooh! John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Too-rye-ay! Oh, too-rye-ay!

# John Kanaka-naka too-rye-ay!

# Well, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do

us any harm

# And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm

# And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm

# And we'll all hang on behind

# Come on and roll the old chariot along

# Yes, we'll roll the old chariot along

# We'll roll the old chariot along

# And we'll all hang on behind

# And a damn good flogging wouldn't do us any harm

# And a damn good flogging wouldn't do us any harm

# And a damn good flogging wouldn't do us any harm

# And we'll all hang on behind

# Come on and row the old chariot along

# We'll roll the old chariot along

# We'll roll the old chariot along

# And we'll all hang on behind

# And a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm

# And a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm

# And a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm

# And we'll all hang on behind

# Come on and roll the old chariot along

# Yes, we'll roll the old chariot along

# Roll the old chariot along

# And we'll all hang on behind

# And a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm

# And a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm

# And a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm

# And we'll all hang on behind

# Come on and roll the old chariot along

# Yes, we'll roll the old chariot along

# Come on and roll the old chariot along

# And we'll all hang on behind

# In South Australia I was born

# Heave away, haul away

# In South Australia, around Cape Horn

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away, you'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia

# As I walked out one morning fair

# Heave away, haul away

# It was there I met Miss Nancy Blair

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away, you'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia

# I shook her up and I shook her down

# Heave away, haul away

# I shook her round about the town

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away, you'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia

# There ain't but one thing grieves me mind

# Heave away, haul away

# To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away, you'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia

# As we went down around Cape Horn

# Heave away, haul away

# You'll wish to God you'd never been born

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away, you'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia

# In South Australia I was born

# Heave away, haul away

# In South Australia, around Cape Horn

# We're bound for South Australia

# Haul away, you rolling kings

# Heave away, haul away

# Haul away

# You'll hear me sing

# We're bound for South Australia! #

RAUCOUS APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Went down quite well!

LAUGHTER

And so, we move on to our second Lifetime Achievement Award

of the evening and we're delighted to have with us

to present this award, a man of diverse and considerable talents.

Having been, at various times, let's see, pop star, author,

6 Music DJ - some of the good guys - cultural curator

and guest editor of the Today programme.

With his band, Pulp,

known by the disco fraternity

as The Shabby Chic,

he staked a claim for entry into the pantheon of rock legend

when Glastonbury embraced Common People as its anthem in '95 and just

a few months later, he rubber stamped that status with an infamous,

cheeky stage invasion at... What's that other thing that they do?

Erm, oh, the Brit Awards, that's it.

Hopefully, tonight, with his kecks emphatically belted,

please welcome Jarvis Cocker!

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you.

Hello.

LAUGHTER

I'm here to present a Lifetime Achievement Award, erm,

and this person...you probably... actually, I was thinking,

"Oh, we can make it, like, you know, a mystery."

But it's printed in the programme, so, you know who it is.

LAUGHTER

But this person has been mentioned a lot already tonight, erm,

and so I think that shows what an influential person he is.

I was just involved in a book called "Singing From the Floor",

which is like a history of folk clubs in the UK.

This is all told in the voices of the people who were part of it

and his is the first voice.

So, that shows you, people, they bandy those words around,

don't they?

Pivotal, legendary, all that, they get used a bit too often,

but I think we can say, this person is a pivotal and legendary person.

Now, I also know that he'll probably be embarrassed to be called that.

That's the other aspect that makes somebody a true legend,

they don't let you know about it.

You know, they're not going, "I'm legendary, me!"

LAUGHTER

"I'm fantastic!"

Erm, I can say his name, can't I?

Martin Carthy, right...

CHEERING

..will be familiar to all of you here.

I've had the pleasure of working with him quite recently.

Back in October I was involved in a thing, Bright Phoebus, it was called.

I was very nervous about it, approaching a legendary folk album.

What the hell are they having me on the stage

there involved with that?!

And I got to view Mr Carthy's working methods up close

and how he makes you feel, erm, safe and welcome.

And I'm sure that many, many people in the folk world have benefited

from his, erm, guiding hand, but it's not applied like that.

So, I know there's a lot of people in this building,

but I think you need a bit of exercise.

I think what I'd like you to do is,

pray, all be upstanding for Mr Martin Carthy.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Wow! There's a lot of you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I'm actually really very, very happy to have this happen. It's fabulous!

And it also gives me a chance to wear this shirt.

Thank you very much.

Erm, I mean, it's been quite a long time

but I've had a lot of great teachers on the way

and it's amazing how many of them were fiddlers.

Erm, there was Dave Swarbrick, there was Peter Knight,

and there was Eliza.

And they've got one thing in common

and that is that they're all bonkers!

LAUGHTER

Erm, and there's nothing like playing next to somebody who's

completely bonkers, cos you've got to just keep up and have a good time.

It's a great learning experience.

I mean, to have played with some of the people I've had a chance

to play with, like this gent, has been absolutely wonderful!

Cos they just reveal more of a song than perhaps you knew was there.

It's extraordinary!

Erm, I had, quite late on in musical life,

I think I came to be

much closer to The Watersons, for obvious reasons, I married Norma.

She is probably the best teacher of the lot!

And she's sitting at home now,

watching this on red button and throwing things at the television...

I know she is.

"Oh, shut up!" She's saying.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

There you are, Norma, that's for you.

Thank you very much indeed, I'm a very happy man.

Thank you, thank you!

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Martin Carthy will be performing a song for us

in just a few minutes' time.

Before that, we come to our final award of the evening, which is

Folk Singer of the Year.

And here are the nominations.

# Three pieces of my heart... #

Bella Hardy.

# Three pieces of my heart... #

# Her hair was black, her eyes were blue... #

Fay Hield.

# Her age was almost 20... #

Lisa

Knapp.

Lucy Ward.

Bella Hardy.

APPLAUSE

I

am basically held together by tea

and then a huge selection of wonderful people.

A lot of them are in here tonight.

APPLAUSE

Now for some more live music from the second of tonight's

Lifetime

Achievement Award winners, Martin Carthy.

Martin and his daughter Eliza have contributed

so much to British folk music.

They have sung together on many occasions,

alongside wife and mum

Norma Waterson

in their family band Waterson:Carthy,

and also in the great multicultural project Imagined Village,

but here's the thing,

they've never

until now recorded as a duo.

Their debut album together, The Moral of the Elephant,

is due out later this year and we're going to hear a song from it now.

To perform Died For Love,

a tribute to the late Mike Waterson,

please welcome Martin Carthy and Eliza Carthy.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

# It was early, early on a sunny day in spring

# My love has listed all for to serve the King

# The

wind blow high

and the wind blow low

# And it parted me from my young sailor boy

# Oh father, father, will you build me a boat

# That on the cold ocean I may float?

# And every King's ship that we pass by

# I'll make enquiries for my sailor boy

# They hadn't been a-sailing so very far upon the deep

# When did her first King's ship she chanced to meet

# Captain, captain, please tell me true

# Does my sweet William sail on board with you?

# What colour is your true love's hair?

# What sort of jacket does your true love wear?

# His jacket's blue, it's piped round with gold

# And his hair, it is the same colour as yours

# Oh, no, fair lady, I'm afraid he isn't here

# For he's been drownded, that I greatly fear

# On yon green ocean as we passed by

# There we lost sight of your young William boy

# Did she wring her hands a little while and tore her hair

# Just like some maiden in great despair

# Oh happy, happy is the girl, she cries

# That has her own true lover by her side

# Her father, he, he come home late at night

# He's looking round for, for his heart's delight

# He went upstairs and the door he broke

# And he found her hanging by a rope

# And didn't he take him a knife so long and sharp and cut her down

# And in her bosom, well, a note was found

# Been written in blood just to testify

# That for her true love, William, she did die

# Won't you dig me a grave so very wide, so very deep

# Put a marble stone at, at my head and feet

# And in the middle place, a snow-white dove

# Just to let the world know

# That I died for love. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

And

so, now we are reaching the end

of the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards for 2014.

Many congratulations to all of tonight's nominees and winners

and many thanks also

to the

presenters and the performers.

It's been quite good, hasn't it?

AUDIENCE: Yes!

Yes.

APPLAUSE

I thought so.

But here's a surprise to finish with.

On January 27th this year, the world said farewell

to one of the true giants of folk music, Pete Seeger.

CHEERS

APPLAUSE

Pete Seeger passed away aged 94.

He came to prominence

with

The Weavers in the 1950s,

who topped

the charts for an astonishing 13 weeks

with a Lead Belly song, Goodnight Irene.

He popularised We Shall Overcome,

a song which became the anthem of the civil rights movement of the 1960s.

His songs, Where Have All The Flowers Gone?,

If I Had A Hammer

and Turn,

Turn, Turn are known, loved and sung across the globe.

He was the catalyst for what is now recognised

as a golden era of

folk

music, producing the likes of Bob Dylan,

Peter, Paul and Mary,

Phil Ochs and Joan Baez.

He brought the world together,

or at least attempted to do that, with his music.

We can't think of a better way of paying tribute

to this remarkable man than to join together and

sing one of his songs.

To lead us, on the song Quite Early Morning,

it really does give me great pleasure to introduce

a singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist

who has known Pete literally for all of her life

and for whom this loss will be felt more deeply than by any of us.

So, please welcome

Pete's sister,

Peggy Seeger.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I'd like to assume that that applause was

for Pete as well.

Now, you read about him on your last page of your book,

so I won't say much about his history,

it's too long,

too complicated, too absolutely wonderful.

My first time I ever saw him play was in a boxing ring with Lead Belly.

They weren't boxing.

He was teaching the audience

and so what I'd like to do with this song is show you

how he did that and

he expected you

to jump to right away,

no nagging,

no begging, just sing, darn it!

OK?

So, here it is.

I'll sing one line, you give it back to me.

If my suspenders hold up long enough,

we might have to sing it again, we shall see.

LAUGHTER

# We know it's darkest before the dawn... #

Now you.

# We know it's darkest before the dawn

# The coming light keeps us moving on

# The coming light keeps us moving on

# We must heed the early warnings

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# The time is now quite early morning... #

Repeat of those last two lines.

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# Some say that humankind won't long endure

# They sound so sad They sound so sure

# Stop your crying

# It's time for singing

# Make those morning bells go ringing... #

Repeat.

# Stop your crying It's time for singing

# Make those morning bells go ringing... #

Jeez, Pete would love to hear you!

# And so we go, go on while we live

# Until we have no, no more to give

# And when our fingers can play no longer

# Give the old banjo to someone stronger

# And when our fingers can play no longer

# Give the old banjo to someone stronger

# We know it's darkest before the dawn

# The coming light keeps us moving on

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# So, though it's darkest

before the dawn

# Work together

# Keep moving on

# Through all this world of joy and sorrow

# We still have hope

# Hope for tomorrow

# Through all this world of joy and sorrow

# We still have hope

# Hope for tomorrow... #

In his later years, I suppose that means the

last 20,

cos he died when he was 94, about three weeks ago,

he'd lost most of his voice,

he'd lost most of his memory.

And he'd lost a lot of his hearing.

Now, that man could stand here and start a song that he knew you knew

and he'd get you to sing it without him, cos he couldn't do it any more.

So, let's do a Pete Seeger on this one,

you're going to sing

this

by yourselves.

# We know it's darkest before the dawn... #

Louder.

# The coming light keeps us moving on... #

Louder yet.

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning... #

Do we have time for another one, another chorus?

# We know it's darkest before the dawn

# The coming light keeps us moving on... #

Wonderful.

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning

# We must heed the early warnings

# The time is now quite early morning. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE