Songs from the album
'PARCEL OF ROGUES'

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Intro (Instr.)
[Am] [G] [C] [E7]

[Am] [G] [C] [E7]
[C] [G] [Am] [D] [E7]
[Am] [E] [E7] [Am]

Verse 1
[Am]Alison [G]Gross that [C]lives in yon[E]tower
The[Am] ugliest[G] witch in the[C] North[D]Coun[E]try
Has[C]trysted me one[G] day up to[Am]her[E]bower
And[Am]many a fair[E]speech she[E7] made to[Am] me

Verse 2
She stroked my head and she combed my hair
She set me down softly on her knee
Saying if you will be my lover so true
So many good things I would give to you

Verse 3
Away, away, you ugly witch
Go far away and let me be
I never will be your lover so true
And wish I were out of your company

Chorus
[Am]Alison Gross[G] she must be
The[Am] ugliest[E] witch in the[G]North Coun[D]try
[Am]Alison Gross[G]she must be
[Am]The ugliest[E]witch in the[G]North Coun[D]try [E]

Verse 4
She showed me a mantle of red scarlet
With golden flowers and fringes fine
Saying if you will be my lover so true
This goodly gift it shall be thine

Verse 5
She showed me a shirt of the softest silk
Well wrought with pearls abound the band
Saying if you will be my lover so true
This goodly gift you shall command

Chorus

Instrum.
[Am] [G] [C] [E]

Verse 6
She showed me a cup of the good red gold
Well set with jewels so fair to see
Saying if you will be my lover so true
This goodly gift I will give to thee

Verse 7
Away, away, you ugly witch
Go far away and let me be
I never would kiss your ugly mouth
For all of the gifts that you could give

Chorus

Verse 8
She turned her right and round about
And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn
She swore by the moon and the stars of above
That she'd make me rue the day I was born

Verse 9
The out she has taken a silver wand
She's turned her three times round and round
She muttered such words till my strength it did fail
And she's turned me into an ugly worm

Chorus

Alison Gross transcribed by CLAUDE CALTEUX.
Thanks Claude.

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Intro [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F]

Verse 1
Young[F] women they run like hares on the[Bb] moun [F]- tain
Young[C] women they run like[F] hares on the[Bb] moun -[F] tain
And if[Bb] I was a[C] young man I[G] soon go a[C] hunting

Chorus
To me[F] right folder diddle[Bb] dero
[F]Right folder[C] diddle[F] day[Bb] [F] [C] [F]

Verse 2
Young women they sing like birds in the bushes
Young women they sing like birds in the bushes
And if I was a young man I'd go beat them bushes

Chorus

Verse 3
Young women they swim like ducks in the water
Young women they swim like ducks in the water
And if I was a young man I'd soon go swim after

Chorus

Verse 4
Young women they run like hares on the mountain
Young women they run like hares on the mountain
And if I was a young man I'd soon go a hunting

Last Chorus
To me[F] right folder diddle[Bb] dero
[F]Right folder[C] diddle[F] day

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Verse 1
One[G] misty moisty morning when[D7] cloudy[G] was the[D7] weather
I[G] met with an old man a[D7] clothed all in[F] leather
He was[G] clothed all in leather with a[D7] cap be -[G] neath his[D7] chin
Singing.......

Chorus
[Em]How d'ya do and[G] how d'ya do and[D7] how d'ya do a -[G] gain

Verse 2
This rustic was a thresher as on his way he hied
And with a leather bottle fast buckled by his side
He wore no shirt upon his back but wool unto his skin
Singing.......

Chorus

Verse 3
I went a little further and there I met a maid
A-going a-milking a-milking sir she said
Then I began to compliment and she began to sing
Saying.......

Chorus

Verse 4
This maid her name was Dolly clothed in a gown of grey
I being somewhat jolly persuaded her to stay
And straight I fell a-courting her in hopes her love to win
Singing.......

Chorus

Instrumental
[G] [Em] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [Em] [G] [D] [F]
[G] [Em] [G] [C] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D7] [G]

Verse 5
I having time and leisure, I spent a vacant hour
A-telling of my treasure while sitting in her bower
With many kind embraces I stroked her double chin
Singing.......

Chorus

Verse 6
I said that I would married be and she would be my bride
And long we should not tarry and twenty things beside
I'll plough and sow and reap and mow and you shall sit and spin
Singing.......

Chorus

Verse 7
Her parents then consented, all parties were agreed
Her portion thirty shillings, we married were with speed
Then Will the piper he did play whilst other dance and sing
Saying.......

Chorus

Verse 8
Then lusty Ralph and Robbin with many damsels gay
Did ride on roan and dobbins to celebrate the day
And when they met together their caps they off did fling
Singing.......

Last Chorus
[Em]How d'ya do and[C] how d'ya do and[G] how d'ya do and[D] how d'ya do a -[G] gain

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Verse 2
As we jogged on together mr boys, together side by side
By chance this fair maids garter, by chance it came untied
For fear that she might lose it I unto her did say
O your garter's come untied my love Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day
O your garter's come untied my love Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day.

Verse 3
As we rode on together me boys to the outskirts of the town
At length this fair young damsel she stopped and looked around
"Oh since you've been so venturesome pray tie it up for me".
"O I will if you go to the apple grove" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day
"O I will if you go to the apple grove" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day.

Instrumental
[E] [A] [E] [A]
[E] [D] [A] [E]
[A] [E] [A] [E] [A]

Verse 4
And when we got to the apple grove the grass was growing high
I laid this girl upon her back her garter for to tie
While tying of her garter such sights I never did see
And we both jogged on together me boys Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day
And we both jogged on together me boys Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day.

Verse 5
"O since you've had your will with me come tell to me your name
Likewise your occupation and where and whence you came".
"My name is Micky the drover boy from Dublin Town come I
And I live at the sign of The Ups and Downs" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day
"O I live at the sign of The Ups and Downs" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day.

Instrumental

Verse 6
And when she got to Aylesbury her butter was not sold
And the losing of her maidenhead it made her blood run cold
"He's gone, he's gone, he's gone" she said "He's not the lad for me
For he lives at the sign of The Ups and Downs" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day
"For he lives at the sign of The Ups and Downs" Fol-der-ol diddle-ol-day.

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Intro [Cm] [Fm] [Cm] [Bb]
[Ab] [Cm] [Bb] [Cm] [Fm]
[Cm] [Bb] [G]
[Cm] [Fm] [Cm] [Bb]
[Ab] [Cm] [Bb] [Cm] [Fm]
[Cm] [Bb] [G] [Ab]

Verse 1
[Cm]Came Ye o'er frae [Fm]France
[Cm]Came ye down by [Bb]Lunnon
I [Ab]saw ye Geordie [Cm]Whelps
[Bb]And his bonny woman
Oh [Cm]were ye at the [Fm]place
[Cm]Ca'd the Kittle Housie
Saw ye Geordie's [Bb]grace
A riding on a [G]goosie[Ab]

Verse 2
Geordie he's a man
There is little doubt o't
He's done a' he can
Wha can do without it
Down there came a blade
Linkin' like my lordie
He wad drive a trade
At the loom o' Geordie

Verse 3
Though the claith were bad
Blythly may we niffer
Gin we get a wab
It makes little differ
We hae tint our plaid
Bannet, belt and swordie
Ha's and mailins braid
But we hae a Geordie

Verse 4
Jocky's gone to France
And Montgomery's lady
There they'll learn to dance
Madam, are ye ready
They'll be back belyue
Belted brisk and lordly
Brawly may they thrive
To dance a jig wi' Geordie

Verse 5
Hey for Sandy Don
Hey for Cockolorum
Hey for Bobbing John
And his Highland quorum
Mony a sword and lance
Swings at Highland hurdie
How they'll skip and dance
O'er the bum o' Geordie

Finish
[Cm]

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Verse 1
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame.
Fareweel our ancient glory
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name
Sae fam'd in martial story
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands
And Tweed rins to the ocean
To mark where England's province stands:
Sush a parcel of rogues in a nation.

Verse 2
What force or guile could not subdue
Through many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor's wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valour's station
But English gold has been our bane:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

Verse 3
I would, or had I seen the day
That treason thus could sell us
My auld grey head had lain in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll make this declaration
We're bought and sold for English gold:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

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