Hartwell Horn

by William Pint & Felicia Dale

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Peter "Wing" Grabowski
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Peter "Wing" Grabowski What a delightful surprise! I stumbled on this while looking for versions of traditional songs. Great mix of folk and early music, finely performed with unique touches such as the hurdy gurdy-driven take on perennial favorite "She Moved Through the Fair". The music has the exuberance of a renaissance fair but way more authentic than what you expect from a fair! I'd love to see them live and since they're from Washington (I'm in Oregon) I'll definitely keep my eye out for their performances. Favorite track: She Moved Through the Faire/An Dro/Watson.
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Captain Grant traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale My name is Captain Grant I am bound to say I'm one of them bold heroes Found on the highway With a brace of pistols And my bright long sword "Stand and deliver" was always my word Now to do the dirty act I had always scorned But taking from the rich - I thought it no harm I went collecting I did cash secure One half I spent and the other I gave to the poor For I saw the people starve Down in Truro Drive I found myself some faire ones And did them supply In pleasant company I spent my store When it was gone I went Boldly collecting more My name is Captain Grant I am bound to say I'm one of them bold heroes Found on the highway With a brace of pistols And my bright long sword "Stand and deliver" was always my word Off to Edinburgh town then I made my way good And I took up my lodging That night in a wood But there was a woman there Who did me betray I was surrounded as asleep I did lay I was surrounded - and away I could not get I flew to pistols but my powder was wet In dark misfortune I gave myself up To that noted hero lord Natty Take up My name is Captain Grant I am bound to say I'm one of them bold heroes Found on the highway With a brace of pistols And my bright long sword "Stand and deliver" was always my word Then off to Edinburgh jail then I was passed along And there I was confined 'Til my trial it came on Was sentenced to be hanged For shooting at the king But I had my hand in naught but robbery My name is Captain Grant I am bound to say I'm one of them bold heroes Found on the highway With a brace of pistols And my bright long sword "Stand and deliver" was always my word Then off to Edinburgh jail then I was passed along And there I was confined 'Til my trial it came on God bless my wife and child May they never want May the lord have mercy on the soul Of poor Captain Grant
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'Twas in the Pleasant Month of May traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale 'Twas in the pleasant month of May, In the springtime of the year, And down in yonder meadow There runs a river clear. See how the little fishes, How they do sport and play; Causes many a lad and many a lass To go there a-making hay. Then in comes the scythesman, That meadow to mow down, With his old leathered bottle And the ale that runs so brown. There's many a stout and a laboring man Goes there his skill to try; He works, he mows, he sweats, he blows, And the grass cuts very dry. Then in comes both Tom and Dick With their pitchforks and their rakes, And likewise black-eyed Susan The hay all for to make. There's a sweet, sweet, sweet and a jug, jug, jug; How the harmless birds do sing From the morning to the evening As we were a-haymaking. It was just at one evening As the sun was a-going down, We saw the jolly piper Come a-strolling through the town. There he pulled out his tabor and pipes And he made the valleys ring; So we all put down our rakes and forks And we left off haymaking. We called for a dance And we tripped it along; We danced all round the haycocks Till the rising of the sun. When the sun did shine such a glorious light, How the harmless birds did sing; Each lad he took his lass in hand And went back to his haymaking.
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L'Orsque J'Etais Jeune Fille traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale L'orsque j'etais jeune fille, J'etais bien jolie, gai Il n'y avait pas beaucoup, De fille comme moi, gai Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite, Maint'nant je ne suis plus, La belle que j'etait Quand arriva pour moi l'age, De me marier, gai Il y avait bien des jeune, Dont flambaient les yeux, gai Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite-o Au jourd'hui, jamais plus, Les yeux ne vont vers moi Ah, que je marchais donc vite, Alland aux pardon, gais Toutes mes jolies parures, Ne me pesaient pas, gais Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite-o Maint'nant je ne suis plus, Rien qu'un pauvre debris L'orsque j'etais jeune fille, J'etais bien jolie, gai Il n'y avait pas beaucoup, De fille comme moi, gai Mais la vieillesse, helas, M'a beaucoup maltraite, Maint'nant je ne suis plus, La belle que j'etait
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It Was a Lover and His Lass traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no With a hey nonni nonni no That o'er the green cornfields did pass In springtime, in springtime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing Hey ring a ding a ding Hey ring a ding a ding Hey ring a ding a ding Sweet lovers love the spring Between the acres of rye With a hey and a ho And a hey nonni no With a hey nonni nonni no These pretty country folks would lie In springtime in springtime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing Hey ring a ding a ding Hey ring a ding a ding Hey ring a ding a ding Sweet lovers love the spring And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho And a hey nonni no With a hey nonni nonni no For love is crowned with the prime In springtime, in springtime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Sweet lovers love the spring
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I Went to the Market to Buy a Cock traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale I went to the Market to buy a cock And this cock did very well please me Every time I fed my cock I fed him all under a tree And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a hen And this hen did very well please me Every time I fed my hen I fed her all under a tree And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a duck And this duck did very well please me Every time I fed my duck I fed her all under a tree And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a goose And this goose did very well please me Every time I fed my goose I fed her all under a tree And the goose went gaggle And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a pig And this pig did very well please me Every time I fed my pig I fed her all under a tree And the pig went 'grunt' And the goose went gaggle And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a sheep And this sheep did very well please me Every time I fed my sheep I fed her all under a tree And the sheep went 'baaa' And the pig went 'grunt' And the goose went gaggle And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a cow And this cow did very well please me Every time I fed my cow I fed her all under a tree And the cow went 'mooo' And the sheep went 'baaa' And the pig went 'grunt' And the goose went gaggle And the duck went quack, And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow I went to the Market to buy a wife And this wife did very well please me Every time I fed my wife I fed her all under a tree And me wife went 'dammit' And the cow went 'mooo' And the sheep went 'baaa' And the pig went 'grunt' And the goose went gaggle And the duck went quack And the hen went cackle And the cock went cock-n cock-n cock-n cock a doodle do And after every farmer's cock did my cock crow
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The Widow and the Devil Mick Ryan, arranged by Pint and Dale High upon a lonely moor A widow lived alone An inn she kept and e'er she slept The pillow heard her moan "Oh, many is the traveler Who's spent the night with me, But there's not a man in all creation Gives content to me. For some might manage once or twice And some might three or four But it seems to me the rarity Is the man who can do more. I'll do anything to find him, In heaven or in hell" And as these words were spoken, There rang her front door bell And the wind blew cold and lonely All across that widow's moor And she never, ever turned away A traveler from her door Boldly the widow ran down the stairs And the door flung open wide And as she did a tall and handsome Stranger stepped inside She gave him bread and brandy And when that he was fed He said, "My dear, well have no fear, It's time to go to bed. For I heard you call away down below And I've come to see you right But you must come to hell with me If I can last the night." She said, "You horny devil, To your bargain I'll agree, For hell on earth or hell in hell It's all the same to me." So the widow and the devil fell into bed And the devil was working well And he thought before the night was out She'd be his in hell But when they came to number nine, The widow cried, "Encore!" And when they came to number twelve She boldly called for more At twenty five the poor devil Felt compelled to take a rest The widow she said, "Come raise your head And put me to the test!" At sixty-nine the widow laughed, "Again! Again!" she cried And the devil he said, "Well I can see Just how your husband died." At ninety-nine the poor devil He began to moan and weep Oh, he said, "I'll give you anything If you'll only let me sleep!" Before the morning light was up The devil hobbled home And the widow still not satisfied Once more was left alone. Well, she lay there and she grumbled As she thought of ninety-nine "If only that old devil Could have made it one more time. With a little more application He might make it to the ton. "I'll call him up again tonight To see what might be done, But when she called to him that night No devil he did appear For the first time in eternity The old devil he shook with fear "Of all the pain and torment I've witnessed here in hell, Well I never knew what pain was Till I rang her front door bell!"
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The White Cockade traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale 'Twas on one Sunday morning As I walked o'er the moss, I had no thought of enlisting, Till some soldiers did me cross. They kindly did invite me to a flowing bowl in town They advanced me (they advanced me) They advanced me (they advanced me) Some money, ten shillings from the crown. Oh yes, my love's enlisted And he wears the white cockade, He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade. He is a handsome young man, and he's gone to serve the king And my very (And my very) And my very (And my very) Heart is aching all for the love of him. Oh yes my love is handsome And comely for to see But through some sad misfortune a soldier now is he May the very man that 'listed him may he suffer night and day. And I wish that (And I wish that) And I wish that (And I wish that) The Hollanders would sink him in the sea. Oh may he never prosper, and may he never thrive At anything he takes in hand for as long as he's alive. May the very ground he walks on, the grass refuse to grow Since he has been (Since he has been) Since he has been (Since he has been) The source of my sorrow, grief and woe. Then he took out his handkerchief To wipe her flowing eyes, Leave off these lamentations, likewise these mournful cries. Leave off these lamentations while I march o'er the plains, We'll be married (We'll be married) We'll be married (We'll be married) In the springtime when I return again. Oh yes, my love's enlisted, And for him I will rove I'll carve his name on every tree that buds in yonder grove. Where the huntsman he do holler and the hounds do sweetly cry To remind me (To remind me) To remind me (To remind me) Of my ploughboy until the day I die.
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Simon the King traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale One day it entered my mind That I should go up and down No company could I find 'Til I came to the sign of the crown The barman was sick with the mumps The maid was ill at her ease The tapster was drunk - in the dumps And they all had one disease: Drink shall make a man drunk Drunk shall make a man dry Dry shall make a man sick And sick shall make a man die Says old Sir Simon the king Old Sir Simon the king With his ale drop toes And his mumsy nose Sing hey ding ding-a ding ding But if a man should be drunk tonight And laid in his grave tomorrow Can you or anyone say That he died of care and sorrow? So hang all sorrow and care They say that it killed the cat Let any man drink–all right! And he's never a-feared of that For drinking shall make a man quaff Quaffing shall make a man sing Singing shall make a man laugh And laughter long life shall bring! Says old Sir Simon the king Old Sir Simon the king With his ale drop toes And his mumsy nose Sing hey ding ding-a ding ding
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Dido Bendigo traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale Well, as I was a walking one morning last autumn I overheard some nobles foxhunting Between some noblemen and the Duke of Wellington It was early just as the day was dawning. There was Dido, Bendigo, Gentry he was there-o Traveler he never looked behind him. There was Countess, Rover, Bonnie Lass and Jover These were the hounds that could find him. Well the first fox being young and His trials just beginning He's made straight way for his cover He's run up the highest hill And along the lowest rill Thinking that he'd find his freedom there forever. Well the next fox being old, And his trials past the dawning He's made straight way for the river Well the fox he did jump in But a hound jumped after him It was traveler who straited him forever. Well they run across the plain But they soon returned again The fox and the hounds never failing It's been just twelve months today, Since I heard the squire say, Hark, forward then me brave hounds forever. top of page Reynard the Fox traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale A good many gentlemen take great delight In hunting bold Reynard the fox For the very best foods I do eat in the night And I dine upon fat geese and ducks In ash pit and copse I did lie And I lived an extraordinary rate Picking the bones of young lambs Till the farmers they all me did hate All for the king's horses and hounds they did send And the huntsmen they swore I must die They made all the hair on my coat stand on end And they caused me from my young ones to fly All down stony lanes they did run me And I gave them a very good chase When I entered the woods I did pause for a breath And the hounds they drew closer a pace All through the wild woods they did chase and did gain And the gamekeeper saw me go by They chased me out into the wide-open plane And 'twas there that he fired at my thigh All in stony plains they did kill me All the bloodthirsty dogs they did follow They tore my old coat into pieces And they caused the brave huntsmen to "halloo" Now pardon me sportsmen for spoiling your game But the dogs they have caused me to die Your farmers at home rest easy tonight For your flocks are all safe for the time Now that bold Reynard is dead You'll all go to the dolphin and dine And dip my forefoot in a bumper And drink the king's health in good wine You farmers at home rest easy tonight For my turn at night hunting's gone by But I've left little brothers of mine to remain Who love young lambs far better than I
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Johnny Sands traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale Johnny Sands he was a fine young man And he married a lady gay Though she brought him gold and she brought him land She proved him a terrible plague From night 'til morn she'd curse and moan She was full of caprice and whim 'Til he has said he was tired of life For she was tired of him Right fal –la—right fa larum fa larum For she was tired of him Oh says he, "I think I'll go drown myself In the river that runs below She says, "I wish you would you silly old sot I've wished it long ago." Says he, "I'll stand all on the bank and you go up the hill Then you can come down and push me in." She says, "My love, I will." Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum She says, "My love, I will." "Oh but just in case I should lose me courage And try to save me life You must tie me hands behind me back." "I will" then says his wife So she's tied him fast as fast can be And when he's securely bound Well she goes up to the top of the hill And she commence to run Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum And she commence to run Down the hill came running his loving bride Rushing with all her force For to push him in but he jumped aside She fell in of course Then splashing dashing like a fish "Come save me Johnny Sands." He says, "I would. You surely know I would. But you have tied me hands. Right fal –la right fa larum fa larum But you have tied me hands."
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Sing Ho to the Green Wood traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale Sing ho, to the green wood now let us go Sing hey and ho And there shall we find both buck and doe Sing hey and ho The hart, the hind and the little pretty roe Sing hey and ho
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1999 album of mostly traditional English, Irish and Scots and French material from our 'Renaissance Faire' repertoire.

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released January 1, 1999

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Felicia Dale: hurdy-gurdy, whistles, vocals
William Pint: guitar, octave mandolin, bodhran, vocals.
Tania Opland violin and vocals on The Widow and the Devil

recorded, mixed and mastered at JB Productions, Bellevue, WA

produced by W.Pint and F. Dale

engineered by Jim "works for me" Bachman

graphics and layout by Adrienne Robineau and William Pint

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