Turn The Glass

by Wolfscote

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released April 18, 2015

Wolfscote are: Cathy Lesurf. Garry Southwell. Jim Kimberly, Isobel Kimberly. Special Guests on 'Turn The Glass' : Dave Swarbrick. Gordon Giltrap. Andy Cutting.

All arrangements by WOLFSCOTE. Recorded at Tiny Studios, Leicester. mixed by Neil Segrott, Jim Kimberley, Cathy Lesurf & David Wilson. Studio Engineer: Neil Segrott. Mastered by Jonathan Mcmillan at BluePro, London. Executive Producer: David Wilson.
A Plains Records Release.

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Tasting notes: An elegant distillation of traditional songs with complexity and depth: Notes of smoke and honey melting into top notes of breathtaking clarity.

Great voices, rich harmonies, powerful acoustic arrangements that find the heart of every song, from artists at the peak of their powers.

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Track Name: The Twa Corbies
As I was walking all alone
I saw two corbies, making moan
And one unto the other did say-o
Where shall we gang and dine today-o
Where shall we gang and dine today

In behind yon old fell dyke
I know there lies a new slain knight
And nobody knows that he lies there-o
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair

His hawk is to the hunting gone
His hound will fetch the wild fowl home
His lady lies with another mate-o
So we may make our dinner sweet-o
We may make our dinner sweet

You'll sit on his white breast bone
And I'll poke out his bonny blue eyes
With every lock of his yellow hair-o
We'll thatch our nest where it grows bare-o
We'll thatch our nest where it grows bare

Many a one for him makes moan
But none shall know where he lies slain
O'er his white bones, when they are bare-o
The wind will blow for ever more-o
The wind will blow for ever more.
Track Name: Edward
How came this blood on your shirt sleeve
O dear love tell me
It is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed the field for me, me, me
That ploughed the field for me

It does look too pale for the grey mare’s blood
That ploughed the field for thee, thee, thee
That ploughed the field for thee

How came this blood on your shirt sleeve
O dear love tell me
It is the blood of the old grey hound
That traced the fox for me, me, me
That traced the fox for me

It does look too pale for the greyhound’s blood
That traced the fox for thee, thee, thee
That traced the fox for thee

How came this blood on your shirt sleeve
O dear love tell me
It is the blood of my brother-in-law
Who would not ride with me, me, me
Who would not ride with me

And it’s what did you fall out about
O dear love tell me
About a little bit of bush
That soon would have made a tree, tree, tree
That soon would have made a tree

And it’s what will you do now my love
O dear love, tell me
I’ll set my foot into yonder ship
And I’ll sail all across the sea, sea, sea
I’ll sail all across the sea

And it’s when will you come back again
O dear love, tell me
When the sun sets into yonder sycamore tree
And I know that will never, never be - Never be
I know that will never, never be
Track Name: Here's The Tender Coming
Here’s the tender coming, pressing all the men
Oh dear, hinny, what will we do then
Here’s the tender coming off at Shield’s Bar
Here’s the tender coming, full of men of war

Hide thee, canny Geordie, hide thyself away
Hide thee till the tender makes for Druid’s Bay
If they take thee, Geordie, who’s to win our bread?
Me and little Jackie better off be dead

Here’s the tender coming, stealing of my dear
O dear, hinny, they’ll ship you out of here
They will ship you foreign that is what it means
Here’s the tender coming, full of red marines

Hey, bonny lassie, let’s go to the Hawe
See the tender lying off at Shields Bar
With her colours flying, anchor at her bow
Took my bonnie laddie, best of all the crew
Track Name: Nonesuch / The Bitter Withy
The Bitter Withy

As it fell out on a bright summer’s day
Small rain from heaven did fall
Our Saviour asked his mother dear
If he might go play at the ball

“At ball, at ball, my own dear son
It’s time that you were gone
But don’t let me hear of any doings
This night when you come home.”

Then it’s up the hill and down the hill
Our bright young Saviour run
Until he met three rich young lords -
Good morning to each one

“Good morn, good morn, good morn, good morn
Good morn to you,” says he
“Now which of you three rich young lords
Will play at the ball with me?”

“Oh, we are lords’ and ladies’ sons
Born in bower and hall
And you are nothing but a poor jew’s child
Born in an ox’s stall.”

“Well if you are lords’ and ladies’ sons
Born in bower and hall
I’ll make you believe at your latter end
I’m an angel above you all.”

Then he built him a bridge of the beams of the sun
And over the bridge ran he
Those three young lords ran after him
And drowned they were all three

Then it’s up the hill and down the hill
Three rich young mothers run
Saying “Mary mild, call home your child
For ours he’s drowned each one.”

Then Mary mild called home her child
Set him across her knee
And with a bundle of withy twigs
She gave him lashes three

“O! bitter withy, O! bitter withy,
Thou caused me to smart
And the withy shall be the very first tree
To perish at the heart.”
Track Name: Derwentwater's Farewell
DERWENTWATER’S FAREWELL

Farewell to pleasant Dilston,
My father's ancient seat,
A stranger must now call thee his,
Which gars my heart to greet;
Farewell each friendly well known face
My heart has held so dear,
My tenants now must leave their lands,
Or hold their lives in fear.

No more along the banks of Tyne
I'll rove in autumn grey,
No more I'll hear at early dawn
The lav'rocks wake the day;
And who shall deck the hawthorn bower
Where my fond children strayed?
And who, when spring shall bid it flower,
Shall sit beneath the shade?

And fare thee well, George Collingwood,
Since fate has put us down,
If thou and I have lost our lives,
Our King has lost his crown;
But when the head that wears the crown
Shall be laid low like mine,
Some honest hearts may then lament
For Radcliffe's fallen line.

Farewell, farewell, my lady dear,
Ill, ill, thou councell'dst me,
I never more may see the babe
That smiles at your knee;
Then fare ye well brave Widdrington
And Foster ever true;
Dear Shaftsbury and Errington
Receive my last adieu.




And fare thee well my bonny grey steed
That carried me aye so free,
I wish I'd been asleep in my bed
Last time I mounted thee;
The warning bell now bids me cease,
My trouble's nearly oer,
Yon sun that rises from the sea
Shall rise on me no more.

And when the head that wears a crown
Shall be laid low like mine,
Some honest hearts may then lament
For Radcliffe's fallen line
Farewell to pleasant Dilston hall
My father's ancient seat
A stranger now must call thee his,
Which gars my heart to greet.
Track Name: The Lark In The Clear Air
Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.
For a tender beaming smile
To my hope has been granted,
And tomorrow she shall hear
All my fond heart would say.

I shall tell her all my love,
All my soul's adoration,
And I think she will hear
And will not say me nay.
It is this that gives my soul
All its joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.
Track Name: Sula Lula / The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry / Boatman / Flint's Maggot
Sula Lula
Sula Lula
Sula Lula Laya

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An earthly nurse sits and sings
And as she sings by lily waves
Little ken I my bairn’s father
Nor yet the land that he lives in

For he came one night to my bedchamber
And a grumly guest I’m sure was he
Saying here am I, thy bairn’s father
Although I be not comely

For I am a man upon the land
I am a Silkie in the sea
And when I am far from any land
My home is on Sule Skerry

And it shall come to pass on a bright summer’s day
When the sun shines hot on every stone
I’ll come and I’ll fetch my little young son
And I’ll teach him how to swim the foam

Then he has taken a purse of gold,
And he has laid it on her knee,
Saying, "give to me, my little young son,
And take thee up the nurse’s fee.

And you will marry a gunner good
And a right fine gunner I’m sure he’ll be
And the very first shot that e’er he shoots
Will kill both my young son and me

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Boatman, boatman, boatman
Won’t you row me o’er
Boatman, boatman, boatman,
To the far shore
Where my love waits for me
Her song I can hear
By the wide, rolling sea,
She’s my love, she’s my dear

The whole of life before us
The dawn is in her eye
And love will be our compass
Between the sea and sky
Turn the glass and ring the bell
For the long watch is done
And my heart belongs to her
Till the sands of time are run

Boatman, gentle boatman
Row me to the shore
The tide is rolling onwards
And I can wait no more
My ring she will wear
By the wide, circling sea
And I’ll hold her in my arms
The lass who waits for me.

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Set the sail for the turning tide
Set the sail, we're homeward bound
There's an isle beyond the sun
Where my heart will find it's mooring
I've seen mountains of ice
Off Greenland's shore
And I have seen the Northern Lights
Here's an end to my sailing

See the sun rise beaten gold
See the sail glint silver
Hear the blue waves call me home
Where my heart will find it's mooring
I've seen the desert shore
of North Africa
And I have heard the mermaid's call
Here's an end to my sailing

Hear the wind in the rigging moan
Lamenting for her lover
There's a voice that calls to me
Where my heart will find safe mooring
I've heard the siren's call
Promising great fortune
But I will hear love's quiet song
Here's an end to my sailing

One last sounding in the deep
Where the lost lie sleeping
This is where my fears will rest
When my heart has found safe mooring
I've sailed the boundless sea
Empty horizons
But I won't be the ocean's slave
Here's adieu to my sailing
Track Name: Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.



I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.



I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.