Songs from the album
'BELOW THE SALT'

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Verse 1
One [D]morning [G]in the [A]month of [D]May.
As from my cot I [G]strayed [D]
Just [G]at the dawning of the [D]day
I met with a charming [Bm]maid
Just at the dawning [A]of the [D]day
I [G]met with a [A]charming [D]maid

Verse 2
"Good morning to you, wither?" said I
"Good Morning to you now"
The maid replied, "Kind Sir" she cried
"I've lost my spotted cow".
The maid replied, "Kind Sir" she cried
"I've lost my spotted cow".

Verse 3
"No longer weep no longer mourn,
Your cow's not lost my dear
I saw her down in yonder grove
Come love and I'll show you where.
I saw her down in yonder grove
Come love and I'll show you where".

Instrumental
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [D] [Bm]
[A] [D] [G] [A] [D]

Verse 4
"I must confess you're very kind
I thank you sir, " she said
"We will sure her there to find
Come sweetheart go with me.
We will sure her there to find
Come sweetheart go with me".

Verse 5
And in the grove they spent the day.
They thought it passed too soon.
As night they homeward bent their way
While brightly shone the moon.
As night they homeward bent their way
While brightly shone the moon.

Verse 6
If he should cross the flowery dale
Or go to view the plough
She comes and calls, "You gentle swain,
I've lost my spotted cow".
She comes and calls, "You gentle swain,
I've lost my spotted cow".

Finish
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [D]

Intro
[Fm no 3rd.]

Chorus x 2
Here's my [Fm]sheep-crook [Eb]and my [Fm]black dog [Eb]
I [Fm]give it to[C] you.
[Fm]Here's my bag [Eb]and my [Fm]budget[Eb]
I [Fm] bid it a-[C]dieu.
[Fm]Here's my sheep-crook [Eb]and my [Fm]black dog [Eb]
I [Fm]leave them be-[C]hind.
[Fm][Eb]Fine [Bb]laurel fine [C]floral.
You've [Fm]proved all [Eb]un- [Fm no 3rd.]kind.

Bridge
[Fm no 3rd.]
[Fm] [Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
[Fm] [Eb] [Fm] [Eb] [Fm]

Verse 1
All[Fm] to my dear [Eb]Dinah these [Ab]words I did [Eb]say,
To-[Fm]morrow we'll be [Ab]married love, to-morrow is the [C]day.
'Tis[Fm] too soon dear [Ab]Willy my age is too [C]young,
[Ab]One [Bb]day to our [C]wedding is [Fm]one day [Eb] too[Fm]soon.

Verse 2
I'll go in to service if the day ain't too late,
For to wait on a fine lady it is my intent.
And when in-to service a year or two bound,
It's then we'll get married and both settle down.

Verse 3
A little time after a letter was wrote
For to see if my dear Dinah had changed her mind.
But she wrote that she'd lived such a contrary life
She said that she'd never be a young shepherd's wife.

Bridge
[Fm] [Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
[Fm] [Eb] [Fm] [Eb] [Fm no 3rd.]

Intro
The intro has no chords but you can play these single notes:-
B-F#-E-D-B-A

Verse 1
I [Bm] am a forester of the land as you may plainly see.
It's the mantle of your[D] maiden-head that [Bm]I would have from [A]Thee.

Chorus
With me [Bm]riddle dum riddle-dy rye, dom
Roddle-dy rye do[A] roddle-de [Bm]rye.

Verse 2
He's taken her by her milk white hand and by the leylan sleeve.
He laid her down upon her back and asked no man's leave.

Verse 3
Now since you've lain me down young man you must take me up again,
And since you've had your will with me of me come tell to me your name.

Instrumental
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A] [Bm]

Verse 4
Some call me Jim some call me John, begad it's all the same,
But when I'm in the King's High Court Erwilian is my name.

Verse 5
She being a good scholar she spelt it o'er again,
Erwilian that's a Latin word but Willy is your name.

Verse 6
Now when he heard his name pronounced he mounted his high horse.
She belted up her petticoat and followed with all her force.

Verse 7
He rode and she ran a long summer day
Until they came to the river, that's commonly called the Tay.

Verse 8
The water it's too deep my love, I'm afraid you cannot wade
But afore he'd ridden his horse well in, she was on the other side.

Verse 9
She went up to the King's high door, she knocked and she went in
Said, one of your Chancellor's robbed me, and he's robbed me right and clean .

Verse 10
Has he robbed you of your mantle, has he robbed you of your ring?
No, he's robbed me of my maiden-head and another I cannot find.

Verse 11
Then if he be a married man then hanged he shall be
And if he be a single man he shall marry thee.

Verse 12
This couple they got married, they live in Huntley town.
She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter and he's the blacksmith's son.

Spoken
There were three men
Came from the west
Their fortunes for to tell
And the life of John Barley-Corn
As well.

Verse 1
[D] [G]
They have [G]laid him in three furrows deep
Laid [D]clods upon his head
Then [G]these three men made a sol - [D]emn [G]vow
John [C]Barley- [G]Corn was [C]dead [D] [C]
John [D]Barley-Corn was [G]dead.

Verse 2
They have let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
Then little Sir John sprang up his head
And he did amaze them all
He did amaze them all.

Verse 3
They let him stand till the midsummer day,
Till he looked both pale and wan,
Then little Sir John he grew a long beard
And he so became a man
He so became a man.

Chorus
Fa la la la [D]it's a lovely day
Sing Fa la la [G]lay oh
Fa la la la it's a lovely day
Singing [D7]Fa la la [G]lay oh.

Verse 4
So they have hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
And they rolled him and they tied him around the waist,
They've served him barbarously
They have served barboursly.

Verse 5
And they have hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that,
He's ground him between two stones
He's ground him between two stones.

Verse 6
And they have wheeled him here, and they have wheeled him there
They've wheeled him to a barn,
And they have served him worse than that
They've bunged him in a vat,
They've bunged him in a vat.

Verse 7
Well they have worked their will on John Barley-Corn
But he lived to tell the tale,
For they pour him out of an old brown jug
And they call him home brewed ale,
They call him home brewed ale.

Instrumental
Chords as verse and chorus.

Chorus
Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus
Ex Maria virginae, gaudete
Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus
Ex Maria virginae, gaudete.

Verse 1
Tempus ad est gratiae hoc quod optabamus,
Carmina laetitae devote redamus.

Verse 2
Deus homo factus est naturam erante,
Mundus renovatus est a Christo regnante.

Verse 3
Ezecheelis porta clausa per transitor
Unde lux est orta sallus invenitor

Verse 4
Ergo nostra contio psallat jam in lustro,
Benedicat domino sallus regi nostro.

Verse 1
It's a rosebud in June and the violets in full bloom
And the small birds are singing love songs on each spray.

Chorus
We'll pipe and we'll sing love,
We'll dance in a ring love,
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass,
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low,
And the lads and the lasses do sheep shearing go.

Verse 2
When we have all sheared our jolly, jolly sheep,
What joy can be greater than to talk of their increase.

Verse 3
For their flesh it is good, it's the best of all food,
And their wool it will clothe us and keep our backs from the cold.

Verse 4
Here's the ewes and the lambs, here's the hogs and the rams,
And the fat wethers too they will make a fine show.

Intro
[F] [F7] [C] [F] [F7] [C]
[F] [F7] [Bb/D] [C]
[F] [F7] [Bb/D]
[C] [Csus4]
[C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4]
[Fm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Bb]
[C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4]
[Fm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Bb]

Verse 1
Come my [C]own one come my [Csus4]fair one come [C]now unto [Csus4]me,
Could you [Fm]fancy a poor [C]sailor lad who has just come from [F]sea. [Bb]

Verse 2
You are ragged love, you are dirty love, and your clothes smell much of tar
So be gone you saucy sailor lad, so be gone you Jack Tar .

Verse 3
If I am ragged love and I am dirty love and my clothes smell much of tar,
I have silver in my pocket love and gold in great store.

Verse 4
And then when she heard him say so on her bended knees she fell,
I will marry my dear Henry for I love a sailor lad so well.

Verse 5
Do you think that I am foolish love, do you think that I am mad,
For to wed with a poor country girl where no fortunes to be had.

Verse 6
I will cross the briny ocean, I will whistle and sing
And since you have refused the offer love some other girl shall wear the ring.

Verse 7
I am [C]frolick some, I am [Csus4]easy, good[C]tempered and[Csus4]free,
And I [Fm]don't give a [C]single pin my boys, what the world thinks of [F]me.
[F] [F add G] [F] [F7]

Instrumental to fade.
[F] [F7] [Bb] [C]

Verse 1
Let [Am]never a man [G]wooing wend
That [Am]lacketh [G]things [E] three,
A [Am]store of gold, an open heart,
And full of [G]char[Am]ity;
And this was seen of King [G]Henry
Though [Am]he lay quite [E] alone,
For he's [Am]taken him [G]to a [Am]haunted [E]hall
[Am]Seven miles [G]from the [E] town.

Verse 2
He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by the den
Till the fattest buck in all the flock
King Henry he has slain.
His huntsmen followed him to the hall
To make them burly cheer,
When loud the wind was heard to sound
And an earthquake rocked the floor.

Verse 3
And darkness covered all the hall
Where they sat at their meat,
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food
And crept to Henry's feet.
And louder howled the rising wind
And burst the fastened door,
And in there came a grisly ghost
Stamping on the floor.

Verse 4
Her head hit the roof-tree of the house
Her middle you could not span,
Each frightened huntsmen fled the hall
And left the king alone,
Her teeth were like the tether stakes,
Her nose like club or mell,
And nothing less she seemed to be
Than a fiend that comes from hell.

Verse 5
Some meat, some meat you King Henry,
Some meat you give to me,
Go kill your horse you King Henry
And bring him here to me;
He's gone and slain his berry brown steed
Though it made his heart full sore,
For she's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

Verse 6
More meat, more meat you King Henry
More meat you give to me,
Go kill your grey-hounds King Henry
And bring them here to me;
And when he's slain his good grey-hounds,
It made his heart full sore,
She's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

Verse 7
More meat, more meat you King Henry,
More meat you give to me,
Go fell your goss-hawks King Henry
And bring them here to me;
And when he's slain his gay goss-hawks,
It made his heart full sore,
She's eaten them up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but feathers bare.

Verse 8
Some drink, some drink now King Henry,
Some drink you give to me,
Oh you sew up your horse's hide
And bring in a drink to me;
And he's sewn up the bloody hide,
And a pipe of wine put in,
And she's drank up all in one draught
Left never a drop therein.

Verse 9
A bed, a bed now King Henry,
A bed you'll make for me,
Oh you must pull the heather green
And make it soft for me;
And pulled has he the heather green
And made for her a bed,
And taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it he has spread.

Verse 10
Take off your clothes now King Henry
And lie down by my side,
Now swear, now swear you King Henry
To take me for your bride.
Oh God forbid, says King Henry,
That ever the like betide,
That ever a fiend that comes from hell
Should stretch down by my side.

Verse 11
When the night was gone and the day was come
And the sun shone through the hall,
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay between him and the wall.
I've met with many a gentle knight
That gave me such a fill,
But never before with a courteous knight
That gave me all my will.

Lyrics supplied by Tor Ødemark
Thanks Tor.

Chords supplied by Holly Howarth
Thanks Holly.

Thanks also to David Waldrop.