- Blacksmith
A blacksmith courted me nine months or better
He bravely won my heart, wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever
And if I was with my love, I'd live forever
But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on, all crowned with primroses?
I'm afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty
- Cold Grey Fairyland
Children, sweet dream, hold onto your dream
Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland
The chill of the eastern wind crawls across the sea
Taunting the waves and tempting the sun
A blanket of fear in the darkness 'round us __
Down through our hopes, through our blood, down through my blood
- Ready For The Storm
The waves crash in and the tide pulls out
It's an angry sea but there is no doubt
That the lighthouse will keep shining in the night
To warn the lonely sailor
The lightning strikes and the wind cuts cold
Through the sailor's bones, to the sailor's soul
'Till there's nothing left that he can hold
- Ready to the Storm
The waves crash in and the tide pulls out
It's an angry sea but there is no doubt
That the lighthouse will keep shine the night
To warn the lonely sailor
And the lightning strikes and wind cuts cold
Through the sailor's bones to the sailor's soul
‘Till there's nothing left that he can hold
Except the rolling ocean
- The Maid That Sold Her Barley
It's cold and raw, the north winds blow
Black in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow
Oh then it was winter fairly.
As I was riding o'er the moor
I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and coal-black hair
They caused my heart to falter.
- Willie Taylor
Willie Taylor
Willy Taylor and his youthful lover
Full of mirth and loyalty
They were going to the church to be married
He was pressed and sent to sea
She dressed herself up like a sailor