0:03:07 > 0:03:08# As I was sitting with a jug and spoon
0:03:08 > 0:03:11# On one fine morning in the month of June... #
0:03:11 > 0:03:13The members of the Hampstead Folk Club
0:03:13 > 0:03:16enjoy a rather different sort of music.
0:03:16 > 0:03:19The club, which meets every Sunday night in a room over a pub,
0:03:19 > 0:03:21has been going for nine months.
0:03:21 > 0:03:26It's typical of at least 200 other similar clubs which have been mushrooming up all over the country.
0:03:26 > 0:03:30500 members pay an annual subscription of two bob.
0:03:30 > 0:03:33There's an average weekly attendance of about 100.
0:03:33 > 0:03:36Entrance fee is four bob for members, five for non-members
0:03:36 > 0:03:38and profits go to the local hospital.
0:03:38 > 0:03:42The secretary of the club is Don Wallace, a chartered accountant.
0:03:42 > 0:03:46The first night we opened was a wet night with lots of rain.
0:03:46 > 0:03:50We had about 150 people there - packed out.
0:03:50 > 0:03:53And this interest has continued ever since.
0:03:53 > 0:03:58I think it's because people in this area, young people especially, like coming along and singing.
0:03:58 > 0:04:02Not just being a passive receiver of what's given to them, but joining in.
0:04:02 > 0:04:04# ..Too-ra-loo-ra-loo
0:04:04 > 0:04:06# Too-ra-loo-ra-loo
0:04:06 > 0:04:07# Too-ra-loo-ra-loo
0:04:07 > 0:04:10# Just lay me down in my native peat
0:04:10 > 0:04:14# With a jug of punch at my head and feet. #
0:04:18 > 0:04:22At the Hampstead Club, the singers are encouraged to get up from the floor
0:04:22 > 0:04:24and as it were, cut their teeth.
0:04:24 > 0:04:28Terry Gould is, in fact, one of the founder members of the club.
0:04:28 > 0:04:30- Thank you very much.- All right?
0:04:30 > 0:04:31Yes, lovely.
0:04:31 > 0:04:39Thank you very much. I'd like to sing you a little French love song
0:04:39 > 0:04:44that I discovered and I hope you'll like.
0:04:53 > 0:05:01# Cette sauce de haute qualite est un melange
0:05:01 > 0:05:09# De fruits orientaux, d'epices et de vinaigre de malt... #
0:05:09 > 0:05:14Terry Gould runs a coffee, tea and honey shop in Hampstead,
0:05:14 > 0:05:18which he started on a £400 gratuity from the air force.
0:05:18 > 0:05:20He's 31 now and unmarried.
0:05:20 > 0:05:25He first started playing the guitar when he was 19, at Southampton University,
0:05:25 > 0:05:28where, incidentally, he got a degree in Economics.
0:05:28 > 0:05:31He played classical guitar music for a while
0:05:31 > 0:05:35and then took up folk singing again when the Hampstead Club was formed.
0:05:35 > 0:05:38The rest of his family is quite unmusical.
0:05:38 > 0:05:40Like many singers on the folk scene today,
0:05:40 > 0:05:43he composes much of his own material,
0:05:43 > 0:05:45mainly comment on the contemporary scene.
0:05:52 > 0:05:57# ..Elle est egalement excellent pour... #
0:05:57 > 0:06:01This romantic French love song is, in fact, not a love song at all
0:06:01 > 0:06:04but the instructions in French on a bottle of sauce.
0:06:04 > 0:06:07# ..Potage et le pudding... #
0:06:07 > 0:06:09LAUGHTER
0:06:09 > 0:06:13# ..Birmingham, Angleterre. #
0:06:13 > 0:06:15APPLAUSE
0:06:15 > 0:06:22But for its high attendance figures, the club relies on professionals, like Isla Cameron.
0:06:22 > 0:06:25# Don't sing sad songs
0:06:25 > 0:06:29# You'll wake my mother
0:06:29 > 0:06:34# She's sleeping here, close by my side
0:06:34 > 0:06:39# And in her right hand, a silver dagger
0:06:39 > 0:06:45# She knows that I won't be your bride
0:06:46 > 0:06:51# All men are false, says my mother
0:06:51 > 0:06:57# They tell you wicked, lovin' lies
0:06:57 > 0:07:02# The very next evening, they'll court another
0:07:02 > 0:07:09# Leave you alone to pine and sigh... #
0:07:09 > 0:07:15I don't want to sound like the high priestess of English folk music
0:07:15 > 0:07:21but it's been going on in England for some time...a good ten years.
0:07:21 > 0:07:25But it wasn't as popular as it is now and the nice thing about now is everybody's singing.
0:07:25 > 0:07:27Before there were just a few of us.
0:07:27 > 0:07:32Ewan MacColl, Seamus Ennis, AL Lloyd and myself.
0:07:32 > 0:07:35We did these rather esoteric programmes on The Third Programme.
0:07:35 > 0:07:39Saint Cecilia And The Shovel, I think one was called.
0:07:39 > 0:07:43They were all right, we used traditional music.
0:07:43 > 0:07:49But it wasn't as alive as it is now and the nice thing about now is that everybody sings.
0:07:49 > 0:07:53Because singing's an expression of joy and I'm all for people being happy.
0:07:53 > 0:07:57# Well... #
0:07:57 > 0:08:00This pair, who don't usually work together,
0:08:00 > 0:08:04are a different kind of professional, sort of itinerant troubadours.
0:08:04 > 0:08:08They're full-time folk singers, though both have had a variety of jobs before coming to it.
0:08:08 > 0:08:11# ..Oh, Mary, don't you weep
0:08:11 > 0:08:14# Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn
0:08:14 > 0:08:18# Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn
0:08:18 > 0:08:21# Pharaoh's army got drownd-ed
0:08:21 > 0:08:24# Oh, Mary, don't you weep... #
0:08:24 > 0:08:29Red Sullivan, on the left, started life as a messenger boy at Broadcasting House
0:08:29 > 0:08:31and later, was a Merchant Navy fireman.
0:08:31 > 0:08:35# ..Pharaoh's army got drownd-ed
0:08:35 > 0:08:38# Oh, Mary, don't you weep... #
0:08:38 > 0:08:42Martin Windsor claims to have been entertaining since the age of four.
0:08:42 > 0:08:46A singer, cabaret artist, impersonator and fire-eater.
0:08:46 > 0:08:48He's 40 now, twice married and divorced
0:08:48 > 0:08:50and already a grandfather.
0:08:50 > 0:08:52# ..don't you weep. #
0:08:52 > 0:08:54# First mate, he got drunk
0:08:54 > 0:08:57# Broke up the people's trunk... #
0:08:57 > 0:09:00The whole point of this pair is that they'll sing anywhere,
0:09:00 > 0:09:04anytime they can find an audience to listen and to pay them.
0:09:04 > 0:09:08On this occasion, lunch time workers at Tower Hill.
0:09:08 > 0:09:11- # ..Let me go home - Let me go home
0:09:11 > 0:09:14# I feel so break up
0:09:14 > 0:09:17# I want to go home
0:09:17 > 0:09:21# I want to go home
0:09:21 > 0:09:24# I feel so break up
0:09:24 > 0:09:32# I want to go home...
0:09:32 > 0:09:37# I want to go home... #
0:09:37 > 0:09:40But folk singing is, in essence, an amateur activity.
0:09:40 > 0:09:43Its Mecca is Cecil Sharp House in London,
0:09:43 > 0:09:47dedicated to a man who rescued much folk music from oblivion,
0:09:47 > 0:09:51but at the cost, some say, of purification of the more earthy lyrics.
0:09:51 > 0:09:54Right, in the chord of C, ballad lick or arpeggio,
0:09:54 > 0:09:57we're going to start I Never Will Marry.
0:09:57 > 0:09:59Just follow me to start with.
0:10:04 > 0:10:09# One morning I rambled
0:10:09 > 0:10:14# Down by the seashore... #
0:10:14 > 0:10:19Altogether, there are five classes going on here at the same time.
0:10:19 > 0:10:22This is the second stage class.
0:10:22 > 0:10:26Students pay half a crown for as many lessons as they want.
0:10:26 > 0:10:30Learning to play the guitar well takes at least a year.
0:10:30 > 0:10:33# ..A pitiful cry
0:10:33 > 0:10:38# And it sounded so lonely
0:10:38 > 0:10:44# In the waters nearby... #
0:10:44 > 0:10:46The demand for folk guitars,
0:10:46 > 0:10:49round hole guitars, we call them in the trade,
0:10:49 > 0:10:53has grown to such proportions that we hardly know where to turn.
0:10:53 > 0:10:58The price field starts at about 8 guineas and runs as high as 215 guineas.
0:10:58 > 0:11:00I don't know where it's going to end.
0:11:00 > 0:11:08# Michael, row the boat ashore Hallelujah
0:11:08 > 0:11:12# Michael row the boat ashore... #
0:11:12 > 0:11:15Pete Seeger is, as it were, the Toscanini of the folk singing world.
0:11:15 > 0:11:19The present revival in folk music is probably as much due to him as anyone.
0:11:19 > 0:11:22He's an extraordinary man.
0:11:22 > 0:11:24Humble, almost unaware of his fame.
0:11:24 > 0:11:27Yet made of steel, utterly uncompromising.
0:11:27 > 0:11:31# ..Hallelujah... #
0:11:31 > 0:11:36He stopped off in London recently on his way back from a world tour.
0:11:36 > 0:11:40Members of folk clubs from all over the country came to hear him.
0:11:40 > 0:11:53# ..Michael, row your boat ashore Hallelujah... #
0:11:53 > 0:12:00Most musicians travel in a fairly restricted area around their own country,
0:12:00 > 0:12:04to people that know their kind of music.
0:12:04 > 0:12:09But I think it's worth remembering that in the Middle Ages,
0:12:09 > 0:12:14musicians were always crossing language barriers.
0:12:14 > 0:12:18How do you suppose it is that some of these melodies that you and I know
0:12:18 > 0:12:23are also known in Finland and Russia, and Italy?
0:12:23 > 0:12:25That little tune...
0:12:25 > 0:12:27HE HUMS TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
0:12:29 > 0:12:31..is known in every single country of Europe.
0:12:31 > 0:12:33Absolutely.
0:12:33 > 0:12:35Sung in Norway...
0:12:35 > 0:12:37HE SINGS MELODY
0:12:41 > 0:12:43And in Sweden...
0:12:43 > 0:12:45HE SINGS MELODY
0:12:48 > 0:12:49In the Ukraine...
0:12:49 > 0:12:51HE SINGS MELODY
0:12:55 > 0:12:57And in Israel...
0:12:57 > 0:13:03HE SINGS MELODY
0:13:06 > 0:13:10That pentatonic minor, which is only known in Japan, I believe.
0:13:10 > 0:13:12HE HUMS PENTATONIC MINOR
0:13:15 > 0:13:19If you hear a song in that, right away you see Japan in your mind's eye.
0:13:19 > 0:13:25HE HUMS MELODY
0:13:25 > 0:13:30Same thing, in Japan, I found people trying to play Tennessee mountain style fiddling.
0:13:30 > 0:13:37They'd heard the Grand Ole Opry on shortwave radio and decided that was the thing for them.
0:13:37 > 0:13:41In Tokyo, they now have a thing called the Tokyo Grand Ole Opry.
0:13:41 > 0:13:45LAUGHTER
0:13:49 > 0:13:54- I'll do a little bit of Colours, then?- Yes, please. That would be great.- OK, tell me when.
0:13:55 > 0:14:00Like I was telling you about Darrell Adams,
0:14:00 > 0:14:01when I wrote Colours,
0:14:01 > 0:14:06I was kind of transposing a banjo style...to guitar.
0:14:06 > 0:14:11Just like the Carter Family had transposed the style from banjo to guitar.
0:14:11 > 0:14:18I actually played banjo on Colours in Darrell Adams' style.
0:14:18 > 0:14:20So this was the second single.
0:14:22 > 0:14:27# Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
0:14:27 > 0:14:30# In the mornin'
0:14:30 > 0:14:32# When we rise
0:14:32 > 0:14:36# In the mornin'
0:14:36 > 0:14:38# When we rise
0:14:38 > 0:14:41# That's the time
0:14:41 > 0:14:44# That's the time
0:14:44 > 0:14:47# I love the best
0:14:50 > 0:14:55# Blue is the colour of the sky-y-y
0:14:55 > 0:14:58# In the mornin'
0:14:58 > 0:15:01# When we rise
0:15:01 > 0:15:04# In the mornin'
0:15:04 > 0:15:07# When we rise
0:15:07 > 0:15:09# That's the time
0:15:09 > 0:15:12# That's the time
0:15:12 > 0:15:16# I love the best
0:15:19 > 0:15:24# Freedom is a word I rarely use
0:15:24 > 0:15:27# Without thinking
0:15:27 > 0:15:30# Uh-huh
0:15:30 > 0:15:32# Without thinkin'
0:15:32 > 0:15:35# Uh-huh
0:15:35 > 0:15:38# Of the time
0:15:38 > 0:15:41# Of the time
0:15:41 > 0:15:45# When I've been loved
0:15:48 > 0:15:53# Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
0:15:53 > 0:15:55# In the mornin'
0:15:55 > 0:15:58# When we rise
0:15:58 > 0:16:01# In the mornin'
0:16:01 > 0:16:04# When we rise
0:16:04 > 0:16:07# That's the time
0:16:07 > 0:16:09# That's the time
0:16:09 > 0:16:11# I love the best. #
0:16:18 > 0:16:21The train's in the station now.
0:16:21 > 0:16:25They make beautiful music. All the songs they sing they wrote themselves.
0:16:25 > 0:16:29They're Robin and Mike, The Incredible String Band.
0:16:57 > 0:16:59# Who moved the white castle?
0:16:59 > 0:17:01# Who moved the black queen?
0:17:01 > 0:17:06# When Gimmel and Daleth were standing between
0:17:06 > 0:17:10# And out of the evening was growing a veil
0:17:10 > 0:17:15# That pined for the pinewoods and ached for the sail
0:17:15 > 0:17:19# There's something forgotten I want you to know
0:17:19 > 0:17:25# The freckles of rain They are telling me so...
0:17:25 > 0:17:29# Oh...
0:17:29 > 0:17:36# It's the half-remarkable question
0:17:38 > 0:17:42# What is it that we are part of?
0:17:42 > 0:17:54# And what is it that we are?
0:18:06 > 0:18:11# An elephant madness has covered the sun
0:18:11 > 0:18:15# And the judge and the juries still play for the fun
0:18:15 > 0:18:20# They've torn all the roses, washed all the soap
0:18:20 > 0:18:25# And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
0:18:25 > 0:18:30# Oh...
0:18:30 > 0:18:37# It's the never-realised question
0:18:39 > 0:18:42# What is it that we are part of?
0:18:42 > 0:18:54# And what is it that we are?
0:18:58 > 0:19:03# Oh, long, oh, long e'er
0:19:03 > 0:19:08# Yet my eyes
0:19:08 > 0:19:17# Braved the gate's enormous fire
0:19:17 > 0:19:26# And the body folded round me
0:19:26 > 0:19:33# And the person in me grew
0:19:58 > 0:20:02# The flower and its petal, the root and its grasp
0:20:02 > 0:20:06# The earth and its bigness, the breath and its gasp
0:20:06 > 0:20:11# The mind and its motion, the foot and its move
0:20:11 > 0:20:16# The life and its pattern, the heart and its love
0:20:16 > 0:20:20# Oh...
0:20:20 > 0:20:27# It's the old forgotten question
0:20:29 > 0:20:33# What is it that we are part of?
0:20:33 > 0:20:44# What is it that we are? #
0:21:18 > 0:21:20APPLAUSE
0:21:42 > 0:21:46# Come all you fair and tender girls
0:21:46 > 0:21:50# That flourish in your prime
0:21:50 > 0:21:55# Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
0:21:55 > 0:22:01# Let no man steal your thyme
0:22:01 > 0:22:05# Let no man steal your thyme
0:22:07 > 0:22:12# For when your thyme is past and gone
0:22:12 > 0:22:17# He'll care no more for you
0:22:17 > 0:22:21# And in the place your thyme was waste
0:22:21 > 0:22:27# Will spread all o'er with rue
0:22:27 > 0:22:32# Will spread all o'er with rue
0:23:13 > 0:23:17# A woman is a branchy tree
0:23:17 > 0:23:21# And man's a clinging vine
0:23:21 > 0:23:26# And from the branches, carelessly
0:23:26 > 0:23:31# He'll take what he can find
0:23:31 > 0:23:38# He'll take what he can find
0:23:38 > 0:23:44# He'll take what he can find. #
0:23:47 > 0:23:50APPLAUSE
0:23:56 > 0:23:59# Blessed are the meek
0:23:59 > 0:24:06# For they shall inherit
0:24:06 > 0:24:09# Blessed is the lamb
0:24:09 > 0:24:14# Whose blood flows
0:24:17 > 0:24:22# Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon,
0:24:22 > 0:24:29# Ratted on
0:24:29 > 0:24:35# Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me... #
0:24:37 > 0:24:41Judith was born 46 years ago in Germany.
0:24:41 > 0:24:44A Jew by race, though never by religion,
0:24:44 > 0:24:46she was brought up as an atheist.
0:24:46 > 0:24:49Her mother committed suicide when she was three
0:24:49 > 0:24:53and when she was 13, her father fled from the Nazis.
0:24:53 > 0:24:55She was arrested as a hostage,
0:24:55 > 0:25:00taken to Berlin Gestapo headquarters, imprisoned and tortured.
0:25:00 > 0:25:04Three months later she was released and subsequently, escaped from Germany.
0:25:04 > 0:25:07For several years she wandered through Europe,
0:25:07 > 0:25:10stateless, homeless and destitute.
0:25:10 > 0:25:13Just before the War, she came to England.
0:25:13 > 0:25:16And in 1946, she became a Christian.
0:25:16 > 0:25:19# Just like anything
0:25:19 > 0:25:24# To sing, to sing, to sing
0:25:24 > 0:25:28# Is a state of mind... #
0:25:28 > 0:25:32The young people I know in the folk clubs of Soho
0:25:32 > 0:25:34don't go to church much.
0:25:34 > 0:25:36And I doubt if they watch Meeting Point.
0:25:36 > 0:25:43They don't much go on organised religion, but they do go on songs like these.
0:25:43 > 0:25:45Songs that express what many of them feel.
0:25:45 > 0:25:50Songs that arise out of the situation in which I work.
0:25:50 > 0:25:56This one, by Jackson Frank, just explains why people sing.
0:25:56 > 0:26:02But some of the songs that I want you to hear are not particularly pretty,
0:26:02 > 0:26:04nor are they intended to be.
0:26:04 > 0:26:09But they are true and the truth sets us free.
0:26:09 > 0:26:14The troubadours of the Middle Ages sang to win the love of a lady.
0:26:14 > 0:26:20These troubadours of the 1960s sing to win your love for the unloved,
0:26:20 > 0:26:23the despised, the rejected.
0:26:23 > 0:26:30The outsider speaks for the outcast who cannot speak for himself.
0:26:30 > 0:26:32Listen to them...
0:26:32 > 0:26:34# Born in England's pleasant green
0:26:34 > 0:26:37# Like a picture postcard scene
0:26:37 > 0:26:41# To childhood spread with fond, maternal care
0:26:41 > 0:26:46# From that day that he was born Proud relations came to fawn
0:26:46 > 0:26:50# And compliment his pretty golden hair
0:26:52 > 0:26:57# In boyhood sent away To a boarding school to stay
0:26:57 > 0:27:01# Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
0:27:01 > 0:27:06# And his friends in this new world Said he looks more like a girl
0:27:06 > 0:27:13# With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
0:27:13 > 0:27:18# From safe secluded youth into manhood's search for truth
0:27:18 > 0:27:22# His mother's eyes, now wet had turned to stare
0:27:22 > 0:27:27# For he said I must be bound This day for London town
0:27:27 > 0:27:31# I do believe my fortune's waiting there
0:27:33 > 0:27:38# So like an eager cutting knife He plunged in a new life
0:27:38 > 0:27:42# One never known beforehand anywhere
0:27:42 > 0:27:46# And the thought that he might trip In his ignorance and slip
0:27:46 > 0:27:51# Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
0:27:53 > 0:27:58# Oh, but the days soon grew thin And boredom fast set in
0:27:58 > 0:28:02# His job was thrown away without a care
0:28:02 > 0:28:07# For a man softly said You'll learn twice as much instead
0:28:07 > 0:28:12# With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
0:28:14 > 0:28:18# For London town possessed Oh, many a tempter's nest
0:28:18 > 0:28:23# And thus he fell with scarce a thought or care
0:28:23 > 0:28:27# And so easily he slipped Into prostitution's grip
0:28:27 > 0:28:32# Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
0:28:37 > 0:28:41# And the years quickly flew And his mind slowly grew
0:28:41 > 0:28:46# From early freedom into deep despair
0:28:46 > 0:28:50# As the money ceased to roll A tired and lonely soul
0:28:50 > 0:28:55# Put curses on his pretty golden hair
0:28:57 > 0:29:01# Oh, the years stole their time Now the living's hard to find
0:29:01 > 0:29:06# And early friends have vanished in the air
0:29:06 > 0:29:10# And the gay parties' ease Changed to public lavatories
0:29:10 > 0:29:16# Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
0:29:17 > 0:29:22# Oh, his life was only used And his body just abused
0:29:22 > 0:29:26# By those who never think and never care
0:29:26 > 0:29:32# If his file said suicide No, that wasn't why he died
0:29:32 > 0:29:41# It was murder by his pretty golden hair. #
0:29:43 > 0:29:46# When sadness fills your heart
0:29:46 > 0:29:52# And sorrow hides the longing to be free
0:29:52 > 0:29:57# When things go wrong each day
0:29:57 > 0:30:03# You fix your mind to escape your misery
0:30:03 > 0:30:08# Your troubled young life has made you turn
0:30:08 > 0:30:14# To the needle of death...
0:30:17 > 0:30:21# How strange your happy words
0:30:21 > 0:30:27# Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
0:30:27 > 0:30:32# How tears have filled the eyes
0:30:32 > 0:30:37# Of friends that you once had walked among
0:30:37 > 0:30:43# Your troubled young life had made you turn
0:30:43 > 0:30:49# To the needle of death...
0:30:52 > 0:30:58# One grain of pure white snow...
0:30:58 > 0:31:03# Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
0:31:03 > 0:31:08# In this your mind withdraws
0:31:08 > 0:31:13# Death so near yet still can feel no pain
0:31:13 > 0:31:20# Your troubled young life had made you turn
0:31:20 > 0:31:24# To the needle of death
0:31:29 > 0:31:34# Through ages man's desires
0:31:34 > 0:31:39# To free his mind to release his very soul
0:31:39 > 0:31:43# Has proved to all who live
0:31:43 > 0:31:49# That death itself is freedom for ever more
0:31:49 > 0:31:55# And your troubled young life will make you turn
0:31:55 > 0:32:00# To the needle of death... #
0:32:10 > 0:32:13# A Winter's day
0:32:13 > 0:32:18# In deep and dark December
0:32:18 > 0:32:22# I am alone
0:32:22 > 0:32:24# Gazing from my window
0:32:24 > 0:32:27# To the streets below
0:32:27 > 0:32:30# On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
0:32:30 > 0:32:32# I am a rock
0:32:32 > 0:32:40# I am an island
0:32:44 > 0:32:46# I've built walls
0:32:46 > 0:32:52# A fortress deep and mighty
0:32:52 > 0:32:55# That none may penetrate
0:32:55 > 0:32:58# I have no need of friendship
0:32:58 > 0:33:00# Friendship causes pain
0:33:00 > 0:33:03# Its laughter and its loving I disdain
0:33:03 > 0:33:05# I am a rock
0:33:05 > 0:33:13# I am an island
0:33:13 > 0:33:15# Don't talk of love
0:33:15 > 0:33:20# I've heard the word before
0:33:20 > 0:33:24# It's sleeping in my memory
0:33:24 > 0:33:28# I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
0:33:28 > 0:33:32# If I never loved I never would have cried
0:33:32 > 0:33:34# I am a rock
0:33:34 > 0:33:40# I am an island
0:33:45 > 0:33:48# I have my books
0:33:48 > 0:33:53# And my poetry to protect me
0:33:53 > 0:33:58# I'm shielded by my armour
0:33:58 > 0:34:02# I'm hiding in my room, safe within my womb
0:34:02 > 0:34:05# I touch no-one and no-one touches me
0:34:05 > 0:34:08# I am a rock
0:34:08 > 0:34:13# I am an island
0:34:13 > 0:34:17# And a rock can feel no pain
0:34:17 > 0:34:24# And an island never cries. #
0:34:24 > 0:34:28# They say you were victorious
0:34:28 > 0:34:31# Over hell and over death
0:34:31 > 0:34:35# We know the hell of heroin
0:34:35 > 0:34:39# The dying that is meths
0:34:39 > 0:34:45# So come down, Lord, from your heaven
0:34:45 > 0:34:50# You whom we can't confess
0:34:50 > 0:34:54# And be the Resurrection
0:34:54 > 0:34:58# Of this our living death. #
0:35:02 > 0:35:08# Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
0:35:08 > 0:35:14# Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
0:35:14 > 0:35:20# Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I opened my eyes to take a peep
0:35:20 > 0:35:27# To find that I was by the sea Gazing with tranquillity
0:35:27 > 0:35:33# 'Twas then when the hurdy gurdy man Came singing songs of love
0:35:33 > 0:35:36# Then when the hurdy gurdy man
0:35:36 > 0:35:42# Came singing songs of love
0:35:42 > 0:35:49# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:35:49 > 0:35:51# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy,
0:35:51 > 0:35:54# Hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:35:54 > 0:36:00# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:36:06 > 0:36:12# Histories of ages past Unenlightened shadows cast
0:36:12 > 0:36:18# Down through all eternity The crying of humanity
0:36:18 > 0:36:24# 'Tis then when the hurdy gurdy man Comes singing songs of love
0:36:24 > 0:36:27# Then when the hurdy gurdy man
0:36:27 > 0:36:33# Comes singing songs of love
0:36:33 > 0:36:39# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:36:39 > 0:36:45# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurd
0:36:45 > 0:36:51# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:37:44 > 0:37:50# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:37:50 > 0:37:56# Here comes the roly-poly man He's singing songs of love
0:37:56 > 0:38:02# Roly-poly, roly-poly, roly-poly-poly he sang
0:38:02 > 0:38:08# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:38:08 > 0:38:10# Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy,
0:38:10 > 0:38:13# Hurdy gurdy-gurdy he sang
0:38:13 > 0:38:16# Roly-poly, roly-poly... #
0:38:16 > 0:38:20- Ready?- Yep.- Yes.- OK.
0:38:20 > 0:38:24I'll give you a cue. In your own time.
0:38:26 > 0:38:31# Adieu, adieu, hard was my fate
0:38:31 > 0:38:36# I was brought up in a tender state
0:38:36 > 0:38:41# Bad company did me entice
0:38:41 > 0:38:47# I left off work and took bad advice
0:38:47 > 0:38:53# Which makes me now to lament and say
0:38:53 > 0:38:59# Pity the fates of young felons all
0:38:59 > 0:39:06# Oh, well-a-day Well-a-day
0:39:06 > 0:39:12# I robbed Lord Goldwyn, I do declare
0:39:12 > 0:39:17# And Lady Masefield in Grosvenor Square
0:39:17 > 0:39:22# I shut the shutters and bid them goodnight
0:39:22 > 0:39:27# And then went home to my heart's delight
0:39:27 > 0:39:33# Which makes me now to lament and say
0:39:33 > 0:39:39# Pity the fates of young felons all
0:39:39 > 0:39:47# Oh, well-a-day Well-a-day
0:39:47 > 0:39:52# Before Judge Aldred I was took
0:39:52 > 0:39:57# Before Judge Aldred I was tried
0:39:57 > 0:40:02# My Lady Kempe says this will not do
0:40:02 > 0:40:08# My iron chest you have broken through
0:40:08 > 0:40:14# Which makes me now to lament and say
0:40:14 > 0:40:20# Pity the fates of young felons all
0:40:20 > 0:40:27# Oh, well-a-day Well-a-day
0:40:27 > 0:40:33# And when I'm dead and going to my grave
0:40:33 > 0:40:38# No costly tombstone will I crave
0:40:38 > 0:40:44# Six bonny lasses to carry my pall
0:40:44 > 0:40:50# Give them broadswords, cups and ribbons all
0:40:50 > 0:40:56# Which makes me now to lament and say
0:40:56 > 0:41:02# Pity the fates of young felons all
0:41:02 > 0:41:05# Oh, well-a-day
0:41:05 > 0:41:13# Well-a-day. #
0:41:16 > 0:41:20- Very nice. Thank you very much. - Thank you.
0:41:27 > 0:41:29# Missed the morning too
0:41:29 > 0:41:33# Didn't rise before noon
0:41:33 > 0:41:41# She's a lazy lady today
0:41:41 > 0:41:42# Always yawning
0:41:42 > 0:41:49# You, with your eyes on the moon
0:41:49 > 0:41:55# You're a crazy lady, I'd say
0:41:55 > 0:42:02# Da-dum, da-da
0:42:10 > 0:42:13# Now should I say more?
0:42:13 > 0:42:16# For I know you so well
0:42:16 > 0:42:24# And you're no hazy maiden in a grave
0:42:24 > 0:42:26# How can I be sure?
0:42:26 > 0:42:32# It's not easy to tell
0:42:32 > 0:42:39# But you're a crazy lady, I'd say
0:42:39 > 0:42:46# A crazy lady. #
0:43:23 > 0:43:31# Sittin' in a sleazy snack bar Suckin' sickly sausage rolls
0:43:31 > 0:43:34# Slippin' down slowly, slippin' down sideways
0:43:34 > 0:43:37# Think I'll sign off the dole
0:43:37 > 0:43:40# Cos the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:43:40 > 0:43:43# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:43:43 > 0:43:46# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:43:46 > 0:43:49# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:43:57 > 0:43:59# Could a copper catch a crooked coffin maker?
0:43:59 > 0:44:02# Could a copper comprehend?
0:44:02 > 0:44:06# That a crooked coffin maker's just an undertaker
0:44:06 > 0:44:08# Who undertakes to be a friend
0:44:08 > 0:44:11# And the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:44:11 > 0:44:14# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:44:14 > 0:44:17# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:44:17 > 0:44:22# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:44:28 > 0:44:31# Tell it to tomorrow, today will take its time
0:44:31 > 0:44:35# To tell you what tonight might bring
0:44:35 > 0:44:38# Presently we'll have a pint or two together
0:44:38 > 0:44:42# Everybody do their thing
0:45:45 > 0:45:48# We can swing together, we can have a wee-wee
0:45:48 > 0:45:51# We can have a wet on the wall
0:45:52 > 0:45:56# If someone slips a whisper that it's simple sister
0:45:56 > 0:45:59# Slap them down and slaver on their smalls
0:45:59 > 0:46:01# Cos the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:01 > 0:46:04# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:46:04 > 0:46:07# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:07 > 0:46:10# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:46:10 > 0:46:13# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:13 > 0:46:16# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:46:16 > 0:46:19# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:19 > 0:46:22# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:46:22 > 0:46:25# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:25 > 0:46:28# The fog on the Tyne is all mine
0:46:28 > 0:46:31# The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
0:46:31 > 0:46:36# The fog on the Tyne is all mine. #
0:46:55 > 0:47:00# T'was on one bright March morning
0:47:00 > 0:47:04# I bid New Orleans adieu
0:47:07 > 0:47:12# And I took the road to Jackson town
0:47:12 > 0:47:17# My fortune to renew
0:47:17 > 0:47:23# I cursed all foreign money
0:47:23 > 0:47:28# No credit could I gain
0:47:28 > 0:47:33# Which filled me heart with longing for
0:47:33 > 0:47:36# The lakes of Pontchartrain
0:47:44 > 0:47:49# I stepped on board of a railroad car
0:47:49 > 0:47:54# Beneath the morning sun
0:47:54 > 0:47:59# I rode the rods till evening
0:47:59 > 0:48:04# And I laid me down again
0:48:04 > 0:48:10# All strangers there, no friends to me
0:48:10 > 0:48:15# Till a dark girl towards me came
0:48:15 > 0:48:20# And I fell in love with a Creole girl
0:48:20 > 0:48:26# By the lakes of Pontchartrain
0:48:34 > 0:48:39# Well, I said, me pretty Creole girl
0:48:39 > 0:48:44# Me money here's no good
0:48:44 > 0:48:50# And if it weren't for the alligators
0:48:50 > 0:48:55# I'd sleep out in the wood
0:48:55 > 0:49:00# You're welcome here, kind stranger
0:49:00 > 0:49:05# Our house is very plain
0:49:05 > 0:49:10# But we never turn a stranger out
0:49:10 > 0:49:15# On the banks of Pontchartrain
0:49:58 > 0:50:03# Well, she took me in to her mammy's house
0:50:03 > 0:50:08# And she treated me right well
0:50:08 > 0:50:13# The hair upon her shoulders
0:50:13 > 0:50:19# In jet black ringlets fell
0:50:19 > 0:50:24# To try to paint her beauty
0:50:24 > 0:50:29# I'm sure t'would be in vain
0:50:32 > 0:50:36# So handsome was my Creole girl
0:50:36 > 0:50:42# By the lakes of Pontchartrain
0:50:50 > 0:50:56# I asked her if she'd marry me
0:50:56 > 0:51:00# She said this could never be
0:51:00 > 0:51:06# For she had got a lover
0:51:06 > 0:51:11# And he was far at sea
0:51:11 > 0:51:17# She said that she would wait for him
0:51:17 > 0:51:22# And true she would remain
0:51:25 > 0:51:30# Till he'd return to his Creole girl
0:51:30 > 0:51:33# By the lakes of Pontchartrain
0:51:43 > 0:51:48# So fare thee well, me bonny o' girl
0:51:48 > 0:51:53# I never may see more
0:51:53 > 0:51:59# But I'll ne'er forget your kindness
0:51:59 > 0:52:04# And the cottage by the shore
0:52:04 > 0:52:10# And at each social gathering
0:52:10 > 0:52:16# A flowin' glass I'll drink
0:52:17 > 0:52:22# And I'll drink a health to me Creole girl
0:52:22 > 0:52:26# From the lakes of Pontchartrain. #
0:52:39 > 0:52:42- Do you know how to play crackerball? - No.- I'll have to show you.
0:52:42 > 0:52:45It's a nice football game. Its a marvellous game.
0:52:45 > 0:52:49We're going to take a break with some lovely music. Let's welcome Steeleye Span.
0:52:49 > 0:52:52APPLAUSE
0:52:52 > 0:52:53# All around my hat
0:52:53 > 0:52:57# I will wear the green willow
0:52:57 > 0:53:00# And all around my hat
0:53:00 > 0:53:04# For a twelvemonth and a day
0:53:04 > 0:53:08# And if anyone should ask me
0:53:08 > 0:53:11# The reason why I'm wearing it
0:53:11 > 0:53:15# It's all for my true love
0:53:15 > 0:53:19# Who's far, far away
0:53:19 > 0:53:22# Fare thee well, cold winter
0:53:22 > 0:53:26# And fare thee well, cold frost
0:53:26 > 0:53:29# Nothing have I gained
0:53:29 > 0:53:32# But my own true love I've lost
0:53:32 > 0:53:35# I'll sing and I'll be merry
0:53:35 > 0:53:39# When occasion I do see
0:53:39 > 0:53:42# He's a false, deluding young man
0:53:42 > 0:53:45# Let him go, farewell he
0:53:45 > 0:53:49# The other night he brought me
0:53:49 > 0:53:53# A fine diamond ring
0:53:53 > 0:53:56# But he thought to have deprived me
0:53:56 > 0:54:00# Of a far better thing
0:54:00 > 0:54:03# But I, being careful
0:54:03 > 0:54:06# Like lovers ought to be
0:54:06 > 0:54:09# He's a false, deluding young man
0:54:09 > 0:54:13# Let him go, farewell he
0:54:13 > 0:54:16# And all around my hat
0:54:16 > 0:54:20# I will wear the green willow
0:54:20 > 0:54:23# And all around my hat
0:54:23 > 0:54:27# For a twelvemonth and a day
0:54:27 > 0:54:30# And if anyone should ask me
0:54:30 > 0:54:33# The reason why I'm wearing it
0:54:33 > 0:54:37# It's all for my true love
0:54:37 > 0:54:41# Who's far, far away
0:54:52 > 0:54:54# All around my hat
0:54:54 > 0:54:58# I will wear the green willow
0:54:58 > 0:55:01# And all around my hat
0:55:01 > 0:55:05# For a twelvemonth and a day
0:55:05 > 0:55:09# And if anyone should ask me
0:55:09 > 0:55:12# The reason why I'm wearing it
0:55:12 > 0:55:15# It's all for my true love
0:55:15 > 0:55:19# Who is far, far away
0:55:19 > 0:55:22# All around my hat
0:55:22 > 0:55:26# I will wear the green willow
0:55:26 > 0:55:28# And all around my hat
0:55:28 > 0:55:32# For a twelvemonth and a day
0:55:32 > 0:55:36# And if anyone should ask me
0:55:36 > 0:55:39# The reason why I'm wearing it
0:55:39 > 0:55:42# It's all for my true love
0:55:42 > 0:55:47# Who's far, far away. #
0:55:47 > 0:55:49APPLAUSE
0:56:05 > 0:56:09# There came three men from out of the west
0:56:09 > 0:56:12# Their fortune for to try
0:56:12 > 0:56:17# And these three men made a solemn vow
0:56:17 > 0:56:20# John Barleycorn should die
0:56:20 > 0:56:24# They knocked him down They harrowed him in
0:56:24 > 0:56:28# Laid clods upon his head
0:56:28 > 0:56:32# And these three men made a solemn vow
0:56:32 > 0:56:37# John Barleycorn is dead
0:56:43 > 0:56:51# My mother was half English And I'm half English too
0:56:51 > 0:56:58# I'm a great big bundle of culture Tied up in the red, white and blue
0:56:58 > 0:57:02# I'm a fine example of your Essex man
0:57:02 > 0:57:06# I'm well familiar with the Hindustan
0:57:06 > 0:57:13# Cos my neighbours are half English And I'm half English too
0:57:20 > 0:57:27# My breakfast was half English And so am I, you know
0:57:27 > 0:57:35# I had a plate of Marmite soldiers Washed down with a cappuccino
0:57:35 > 0:57:39# And I have a veggie curry about once a week
0:57:39 > 0:57:43# The next day I fry it up as bubble and squeak
0:57:43 > 0:57:50# Cos my appetite's half English And I'm half English too
0:58:19 > 0:58:23# Britannia, she's half English
0:58:23 > 0:58:27# She speaks Latin at home
0:58:27 > 0:58:30# St George was born in the Lebanon
0:58:30 > 0:58:34# How he got here, I don't know
0:58:34 > 0:58:38# And those three lions on your shirt
0:58:38 > 0:58:42# They never sprung from England's dirt
0:58:42 > 0:58:49# Them lions are half English And I'm half English too, yeah
0:58:53 > 0:58:58# And I'm half English too. #
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