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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TheAuldGrump" data-source="post: 2075825" data-attributes="member: 6957">Greezly Bride (Harry Tuft)Lie still my newly wedded wifeRest easy as you canYou're young and ill accustomed yetTo lyin' with a manThe snow was deepThe moon was fullAs it shown on the cabin floorHis young bride rose without a wordTo run barefoot through the doorUp he went and after herAnd an angry man was heBut his young bride wasn't e'er in sightAnd only the moon shown clearlyHe followed her tracks in the new deep snowCalling alud her nameBut only the dingos in the hillsHowled back at him againHer nightgown lay upon the snowAs it might on a bed sheetBut the tracks that followed after thenWere never of human feetThe hair stood up along his neckAnd his angry mind was goneFor where the two foot track left offA four foot track went onFirst he began to walkin' backThen he began to runHis quarry turned all in her tracksAnd hunted him in turnAn empty bed still waits for himHe lies in a crimson tideBeware, beware bold trapper manBeware of a greezly bride.Greezly Bride is an Australlian song about a werewolf.Reynardine (Traditional)One evening as I rambled, all on the springing thyme,I overheard a pretty fair maiden converse with Reynardine.He said, "My pretty fair maiden, your beauty shines most clear,And on this lonesome mountain, I'm glad to meet you here."She said, "Young man, be civil; my company forsake,For to my good opinion, I fear you are a rake,And if my parents came to know, my life they would destroy,For keeping of your company, all on the mountain high."Oh no, my dear, I am no rake, brought up in Venus' train,But I'm searching for concealment, all in the judge's men.Your beauty has ensnared me, I can not pass you by.And with my gun I'll guard you, all on the mountain high.With eyes as bright as amber upon her he did gaze With that my pretty fair maid she stood all in amaze no sooner had he kissed her, her cheeks they lost their dye She fell into his arms all on the mountain high He kissed her once, he kissed her twiceTill she came to againAnd modestly she asked him"Kind sir, what is your name?"Well if by chance you look for me, by chance you'll not me find'Tis writ in ancient history, my name is Reynardine."Sun and dark she followed him, his teeth so bright did shineAnd he led her over the mountains, that sly bold ReynardineSo come all you pretty fair maidens, this warning take by me.Never go a roving, and shun bad company,For if you do, you'll surely rue until the day you die.And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountain high.Reynardine of course is a vampire...The Witch’s Reel (Traditional)Cummer go ye before, cummer go yeIf ye willna go before, cummer let meRing-a-ring-a-widdershinsLinkin' lithely widdershinsCummer carlin, crone and queenRoun' go weCummer go ye before, cummer go yeIf ye willna go before, cummer let meRing-a-ring-a-widdershinsLoupin' lightly widdershinsKilted coats and fleein' hairThree times threeCummer go ye before, cummer go yeIf ye willna go before, cummer let meRing-a-ring-a-widdershinsWhirlin' skirlin' widdershinsDe'il tak the hindmostWho'er she be There is a lot of history tied to this one, involving the King of England and Scotland, and a supposed attempt to assasinate him by witchcraft. King James of King James Bible fame is not my favorite person in history... Several thousand people were executed for witchcraft in his reign, among other things he changed the rules of evidence so the accused had to prove she was not a witch...Barrett’s Privatreers (Stan Rogers)O the year was 1778How I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowA letter of marque came from the kingTo the scummiest vessel I've ever seenGod damn them allI was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns, shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,The last of Barrett's PrivateersO Elcid Barrett cried the townHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowFor twenty brave men all fishermen whoWould make for him the Antelope's crewGod damn them all . . . .The Antelope sloop was a sickening siteHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowShe'd list to the port and her sails in ragsAnd the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jagsGod damn them all . . . .On the King's birthday we put to seaHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowNinety-one days to Montego BayPumping like madmen all the wayGod damn them all . . . .On the ninety-sixth day we sailed againHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowWhen a great big Yankee hove in sightWith our cracked four-pounders we made to fightGod damn them all . . . .The Yankee lay low down with goldHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowShe was broad and fat and loose in staysBut to catch her took the Antelope two whole daysGod damn them all . . . .Then at length she stood two cables awayHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowOur cracked four-pounders made awful dinBut with one fat ball the Yank stove us inGod damn them all . . . .The Antelope shook and pitched on her sideHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowBarrett was smashed like a bowl of eggsAnd the main truck carried off both me legsGod damn them all . . . .Now here I lay in my twenty-third yearHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowIt's been six years since we sailed awayAnd I just made Halifax yesterdayGod damn them all . . . .Stan Rogers also wrote Northwest Passage, but I only wanted to have one of his songs. The satire for Barret's Privateers -  Garnetts Homemade Beer - follows...1. Oh the year was nineteen seventy-eight,   (How I wish I'd never tried it now,)   When a score of men were turned quite green   By the scummiest ale you've ever seenChorus:   God damn them all,   I was told this beer was worth its weight in gold   We'd feel no pain, shed no tears,   But it's a foolish man who shows no fear   At a glass of Garnett's homemade beer.2. Now Garnett Rogers cried the town   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   For 20 brave men all masochists who   Would taste for him his homemade brew.3. This motley crew were a sickening sight   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   There was caveman Dave with his eyes in bags   He'd a hard-boiled liver and the staggers and jags.4. We hadn't been there but an hour or two   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   When a voice said "Give me some homemade brew"   As steeleyed Stan hove into view.5. Now steeleyed Stand was a frightening man   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   He was eight foot tall and four foot wide   Said "pass that jug or I'll tan your hide.6. Stan took one sip and pitched on his side   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   Garnett was smashed with a cupful of dregs   And his breath set fire to both me legs.7. Now here I am with my 23rd beer   (how I wish I'd never tried it now,)   It's six long years since I felt this way   On the night before my wedding day.Garnett was Stan's brother, and I gather that his homemade brew was indeed something to be feared.There are others, I collect folk music you see...The Auld Grump*EDIT* How odd, my word processor had changed dregs to drugs... So back go the dregs, I shall drink thee to the lees.</blockquote>

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