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Down By The Sea
03:42
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the stones shine like diamonds
the sea shivers silver
the white marble clouds
forget-me-not sky
that's where you'll find me
down by the sea
the gulls dance on wind
the wind sings to me
a sweet melody
of seas siren song
thats where you'll find me
down by the sea down
the roaring race
the rolling grace
of the wreck-less waves
giving chase to shore
the hushed gossip
of the sea and the sand
the icy cold kisses
on my curious hand
thats where you'll find me
down by the sea
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COME ALL YOUNG WOMEN AND MAIDS
THAT ARE ALL IN YOUR PRIME
MIND HOW YOU WEED YOUR GARDEN GAY,
LET NO ONE STEAL YOUR THYME
AND I HAVE THYME (TIME) ENOUGH
TO LAST ME NIGHT AND DAY
THERE CAME TO ME A FALSE YOUNG MAN
STOLE ALL MY THYME AWAY
AND NOW MY THYME IS DONE
I CANNOT PLANT NO NEW
THERE LAYS THE BED WHERE MY OLD THYME GREW
TIS ALL OVER RUN WITH RUE
RUE IS A’RUNNING ROOT
RUNS ALL ACROST A’MAIN
IF I COULD PLUCK THAT RUNNING ROOT
I’D PLANT MY OLD THYME AGAIN
STAND YOU OFF STAND YOU OFF JOLLY OAK
EITHER WITHER OR DIE
I’LL BE TRUE TO MY OWN TRUE LOVE
AS THE STARS ARE TRUE TO THE SKY.
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3. |
Poppyland
03:51
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Time hangs heavy
In the Garden of Sleep
Here among the Poppy's
Old memories run deep
Lost in the long grass lies a basket of bones
In the shade of a church saved stone by stone
The grey and greedy North Sea
Devours the land
A home a top the failing cliffs will certainly be damned
Wind in the windows
A mournful howl
Lost to Davey Jones
Another home falls down
Follow the strand
There upon the cliffs you'll find Poppyland
Where it all began
For those who lived and died in Poppyland
Air of Rosemary
A paradise tranquil
The day Scott met Louis
The maid of the Mill
With one stroke of his pen
He changed her life
From far And wide they came
For her blackberry pie
Follow the strand
There upon the cliffs you'll find Poppyland
Where it all began
For those who lived and died in Poppyland
The darkest night filled with a thundering roar
Of a thousand souls amassing for war
One metal bird fell out of the sky
The first heroes of this final battle to die.
Follow the strand
There upon the cliffs you'll find Poppyland
Where it all began
For those who lived and died in Poppyland
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Tower By The Sea
03:47
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THE TOWER BY THE SEA
THE LAND IS SAD WITHOUT THEE,
AND THE HILLS ARE DRAPED IN MIST
THE FLOWERS DREAM ABOUT THEE
IN THE FIELDS THY FEET HAVE KIST
THEY HAVE REAPED THE PURPLE CLOVER
THAT THE SKYLARK SOARED ABOVE
BUT THE HARVEST TIME IS OVER
OF AN EVER LASTING LOVE
NEATH THE CLIFFS THE SHIPD ARE SAILING
WOMEN WATCH THEM JOYFULLY
BUT THE WIND COMES WAILING WAILING
BY THE TOWER BY THE SEA.
THE PAST AND PRESENT MINGLE
IN A SIGH OF DEEP REGRET
FOR AT LAST THE TWAIN ARE SINGLE
AND THE SUN OF LOVE HAS SET.
'TIS ROUGH THE WAY WE WENDED
THERE ARE CLOUDS ACROSS THE SUN
FOR THE SOWING TIME IS ENDED
AND THE REAPING HAS BEGUN.
LIFE AND LOVE HOW UNVAILING
IN THE GRASS THEY'LL BURY ME.
BREATH A PRAY'R WHEN WINDS ARE WAILING
ROUND OUR TOWER BY THE SEA
These Lyrics are a poem written by Clement Scott. Scott was a journalist, theatre critic and poet who bestowed the name Poppy-Land on Noth Norfolk when he visited in 1883. His article, published in teh Daily Telegraph directly led to a tourist boom in Cromer and surrounding villages.
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5. |
Lines On The Beck
04:52
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Lines on the Beck
It's many years ago, they say,
Since I began to run this way
And as no water can be found
By digging deep into the ground,
To Mundesley I'm a gift divine.
Though in the eyes of few I shine.
Yet quietly I run along,
And do not mind the noisy throng
Of boys and girls who me frequent
And never ask why I was sent.
And men and women, too, are found,
Who take supplies the year all round.
And never on the bended knee
Do thank the Lord for sending me.
And some complain too when they come
That I'm not nearer to their home;
And others say I'm not so clear
As water they have seen elsewhere.
But still to duty I attend.
Whether I please them or offend;
I'm free to all, whoever will,
May all their empty vessels fill.
And still I run along the way,
And serve the people day by day,
And all the cattle I supply
That come and drink as I pass by.
And if I only stop one day,
The people are in such a way,
No water they can get for tea.
To wash their clothes they must have me.
But now no longer I must stay
And talk the precious time away;
For I've a duty to fulfil.
And so must hasten to the mill,
For there, I turn a ponderous wheel,
And grind the precious grain to meal;
I run along a darksome cell,
And lose the light I love so well.
But soon my liberty I find
And leave the horrid place behind;
I run along a darksome cell,
And lose the light I love so well.
But soon my liberty I find
And leave the horrid place behind;
I run with one triumphant boast
Into the sea, and there I'm lost.
And mixing with the briny spray,
I'm tossed about from day to day;
And so, as far as some can see,
I never more shall be set free.
But lo!! I'm drawn again on high.
And float in clouds along the sky.
And soon descend in drops of rain
To refresh the thirsty plain.
And thus a witness I would be
Of Him, who still sustaineth me.
And with a soft sweet murmur tell
The Lord has ordered all things well.
Tom Thurlow, Shepherd
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6. |
Good Matches
03:22
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MATCHES
COME BUY MY GOOD MATCHES, COME BUY THEM OFF ME
THEY ARE THE BEST MATCHES THAT EVER YOU SEE
FOR LIGHTING A CANDLE OR KINDLING A FIRE
THEY ARE THE BEST MATCHES THAT YOU CAN DESIRE
MY MOTHER SHE LIVE IN ROSEMARY LANE
SHE MAKE EM AND DIP EM AND WE DO THE SAME
MY FATHER HE LIVE AT THE SIGN OF THE PLOUGH
IF WE DON’T SELL OUR MATCHES HE’LL KICK UP A ROW.
A PENNY A BUNDLE THE PRICE
I’M SURE YOU WONT FIND IT TOO MUCH
THEY’RE DONE UP SO TIDY AND NICE
AND READY TO LIGHT AT A TOUCH
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7. |
Winding Fallant
02:25
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Boderels and Polsoms
Stonehills and Corks
Bullock Box, Padlocls and Spong.
Old Womans, Pegs Dyke by Sextons Piece
And Winding Fallent
Duffers and Bysteads
Stileham and Gays
Gants, CUbbits and Greys
Watch house Piece, Lantermans Loke
I-rons Macko and Snacks
SHrieking Pits and Grave Holes
The Rippers
Rotten Meadow
Oh! Hagg’s Close
Hellgates and Hobgates
Down to the Dams
ALl lead up to Hangmans on Gallow Hill
Roundabouts, Thoroughfare
old ways close
Scratchems, the Dellons, Button Stalls
Pitchers amd Playfers and Amis’s Pightles,
and Great Towns - end
Eves and Deves
Buddells Cox
Bullen, Buck and Rudrams
Gazel Pits, Water Slads
Spring Pightle and Old Backhouse
First Byeswell, Middle Byeswell and Further Byeswell
While that Byzewell over there
Ent Byeswell over here
That’s Byeswell down Agin Moore’s.
First Marl, Further Marl
Top Carr’s and Lonods
Summers Ten, Hulber Bush
Kemps and Plum Pudding
Boderels and Polsoms
Stonehills and Corks
Bulloclk Box, Padlocls and Spong.
Old Womans, Pegs Dyke by Sextons Piece
all lead to Winding Fallent
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8. |
Still I Love Him
02:15
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when I was single I had a black shawl,
Now I'm married, I've nothing at all.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
He took me to the alehouse and bought me some stout
Before I could drink it he'd ordered me out.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
He came up the row and he whispered me out,
Then he went off with young Kitty MacLeod.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
He bought me a handkerchief, red, white and blue,
Then to clean windows he tore it in two.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
My back is a-breaking, my fingers are sore,
Gutting the herrin' he brings to the shore.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
The storm is a-raging, his boat isn't in,
Doesn't one tell me what's happened to him.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
If he's gone to heaven, he'll come to no harm.
If he's gone to hell, then he'll keep himself warm.
Still I love him, I'll forgive him,
I'll go with him wherever he goes.
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9. |
Gangster & The Spy
05:29
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Underneath the wide and open skies
Where the sea and land meet for all time
Listen for the lonely buzzards cry
As she searches for her partner in crime
Golden Gangster polishing his guns
On fields of green he keeps a lazy eye
one night goes out drinking at the Nelson
And finds there, drinking rum, a Russian spy
With a jackdaw standing on her shoulder
A raven haired young girl at her side
The Golden Gangster gazed at her in wonder
And asked if she would be his bride
He made her a crown of golden fur
Of the like that you have never seen
Only msde more beautiful worn by her
On the day he crowned her his woodland queen
Time went by, he kept an eye on her
But nothing that she did seemed strange at all
Except the time she disappeared to Colchester
But she claimed she was teaching art, thats all
Then one night a thud came at their door
He went off to see who’d made the din
On opening a fist threw him to the floor
And a drunken raving man came rushing in
With all his threats and noise he didn’t hear
Until the gun was pressed against his head
The quiet beauty whispered in his ear
If you ever touch whats mine again, I’ll shoot you dead!
In fear the big man sank down to his knees
The Golden Gangster looked on in surprise
Finally he knew that he had seen
Proof that he had married a deadly spy
Underneath the wide and open skies
Where the sea and land fight for all time
Listen for the lonely buzzards cry
And forty years on you will find
The Gangster & The Spy
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10. |
Midwinter
03:54
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From the album and project Poppyland Songs; Life On A Cliff Edge.
Nominated for the Norfolk Arts Awards 2022 ‘Poppyland Songs’ is a musical tapestry telling the stories of life on a cliff edge through song inspired by 100 year old journals . With support from Arts Council England, Bertie gathered stories & memories from people past & present in Poppyland, North Norfolk and composed a song cycle.
There is also an accompanying podcast to this album.
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11. |
Lighthouse Lights
04:16
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From the album and project Poppyland Songs; Life On A Cliff Edge.
Nominated for the Norfolk Arts Awards 2022 ‘Poppyland Songs’ is a musical tapestry telling the stories of life on a cliff edge through song inspired by 100 year old journals . With support from Arts Council England, Bertie gathered stories & memories from people past & present in Poppyland, North Norfolk and composed a song cycle.
There is also an accompanying podcast to this album.
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A vision, perhaps an ancient quill featherless, waiting to be dipped in inky blue.
Take me and bury me someplace safe, away from the danger of a wandering dog's teeth, or being swallowed by the ocean never to be found.
I have soured in times gone by to beautiful places, but my final flight rests at heaven's door.
If you find me, place my weary bone somewhere to remember me by, a dish of potpourri a box of treasured nik-naks or a pin to hold silken hair
I have soured in times gone by to beautiful places, but my final flight rests at heaven's door.
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When the skies are weeping,
When the soft rains fall
Where the flower lies sleeping
By the Abbey wall
Wake me from me slumber
Ere the moonbeams glow
Sing that golden number
Love, I long to know
Heigh ho! Merrily oh!
Clear falls the moonlight
O’er blossoms of snow
The Beauties of earth air and sea
Are never so fair
My true love, as thee
When the silv’ry morning
Breaks with rosy light
Night and darkness scorning
Clad in robes of white
As into thy casement,
Soft the breezes blow
Let me hear thee singing,
Singing sweet and low
Chorus
When the skies are weeping,
When the morn is grey
Tho the flowers lie sleeping
Tho their blooms decay
Let me gear thee singing
Songs to okease mine ear
Strains as now are ringing
O’er the moonlight clear
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14. |
Life On A Cliff Edge
04:36
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Walking down this narrow street
I hear the echoes of the feet Of those who
came before me,
List,
If we could shoot the breeze
Would they share my love of the fickle North Sea
Our swimwear may have changed, but how much have we?
Life on a cliff edge
Welcome to Arcadia
Life on a cliff edge
When the North sea is your neighbour
Life on a cliff edge
And The horizon spreads its arms out to us all
She wore a yellow dress For the coronation
He picked her out at the celebration
Where Peter baker made kit do the long dance
And That night she saw a plane come down
Whilst primroses lay on the ground
Mrs Chadwick, Royal & Genders went to see
Life on a cliff edge
John Bullimore Pulls him free
Life on a cliff edge
Later in peters field
Life on a cliff edge
They found the boots of another fallen brother
Little boy just turned 11
Sneaked out one night went down the pavilion
There he heard a slice of history
With Johnny Ringing in his ears
In that moment it all became so clear,
He joined the choir and Went up city
Life on a cliff edge
Singing the misererei
Life on a cliff edge
And Parry’s I was Glad - and he was
Life on a cliff edge
singing Tallis with inner anarchy
Tick tock, tuning all the clocks
In the village of millionaires
Great Scott! gave us what we got
What a very British (beautiful) affair
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15. |
Sally Bean
04:35
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Bertie Anderson Haggart Cromer, UK
Bertie Anderson Haggart is an internationally acclaimed, award winning musician and composer. She grew up in North Norfolk where her musical journey began. Known most for her work with Bowjangles, the comedy theatrical string quartet and The BeauBowBelles a swing folk band. ... more
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