Jack Monroe

Jack Monroe AKA (Jackie Frazer; The Wars of Germany) [Laws N7] Roud (268)

A rich girl loves a sailor; her father does not, and has the boy pressed to war in Germany. She disguises herself in men’s apparel and enlists under the name (Jackie Monroe). When her lover is wounded, she sends for a London doctor to heal him. She reveals her identity; they are married

“Jack Monroe” dates back to 1818 in the collection of (Garret, _Merrie Book of Garlands)
The chorus Lay the lil·​ly-low ˈliliˌlō
chiefly dialectal, England
Webster’s dictionary definition: as a bright flame indicating the intensity of their love relationship.

This version comes from Hot Springs, North Carolina and was sung by Mrs Gentry, though there are many variations of this tune, including Jack a Roe and Jack the Sailor.
The melody has also been used in the popular worker’s song “Which Side Are You On?”

Lyrics:
[G] Jack he went a-sailing
With trouble on his mind
To leave his native country
And his darling girl [Em] behind

[G] Lay the lily low
[D7] So fare the well my [G] dear

She dressed herself in a man’s array
And apparel she put on
And to the field of battle
She marched the men along

Your cheeks are red and rosy
Your fingers neat and small
Your waist too slim and slender
To face the cannon ball’

‘My cheeks are red and rosy
My fingers neat and small
But it never makes me tremble
To face the cannon ball

The battle being ended
She rode the circle round
And through the dead and dying
Her darling boy she found

She picked him up all in her arms
She carried him down to town
She sent for a London doctor
To heal his bleeding crown

This couple they got married
So well they did agree
This couple they got married
So why not you and me?

The Balaena

Great whaling song about a real ship The Balaena. It was a new ship built after the golden age of sail with an engine and it was very efficient.

Lyrics:
The Balaena Lyrics

[C] The noble fleet of whalers [F] went sailing from Dundee
[G7] Well-manned by British sailors [C] to work upon the sea
On the Western Ocean passage [F] none with them can compare
[G7] But the smartest ship to make the trip is [C] Balaena, I declare

[Chorus]
[C] Oh, the wind is on her quarter, [F] her engines working free
[G7] There’s not another whaler that [C] sails out of Dundee
Can beat the old Balaena, [F] she needs no trial run
[G7] And we challenged all, both great and small, [C] from Dundee to St John

It happenеd on a Tuesday, three days out of Dundee
The gale took off hеr quarter-boat and a couple of men, you see
It battered at her bulwarks, and her stanchions and her rails
And left the old Balaena, boys, a-frothing in the gale

Bold Jackman cut his canvas and he fairly raised his steam
And Captain Guy wit Erin Boy was ploughing through the stream
And the noble Terra Nova, her boilers nearly burst
And still at the old whaling grounds, Balaena got there first

And now the season’s over and the ship half-full of oil
Our flying jib boom points for home towards our native soil
And when that we have landed, boys, where the rum is very cheap
We’ll drink success to the skippers’s health for getting us over the deep

Welcome Table

I learned this gospel song, dating back to 1874 from Bob Gibson and Bob Camp at the Gate of Horn in Chicago in 1961. It refers to “the marriage feast of the Lamb” in the New Testament Book of Revelation 19:6-9.

Lyrics:
[G] I’m gonna tell God how you treat me
[C] I’m gonna tell God how you [Am] treat me one of these days
[G] I’m gonna tell God how you [Em] treat me
[D] I’m gonna tell God how you treat me one of these [G] days

I’m gonna walk the streets of glory
I’m gonna walk the streets of glory one of these days
I’m gonna walk the streets of glory
I’m gonna walk the streets of glory one of these days

I’m gonna sit at the welcome table
I’m gonna sit at the welcome table one of these days
I’m gonna sit at the welcome table
I’m gonna sit at the welcome table one of these days

I’m going home to be with Jesus
I’m going home to be with Jesus one of these days
I’m going home to be with Jesus
I’m going home to be with Jesus one of these days

[Em] I’m gonna tell God how you treat me one of these days
[Em] I’m gonna walk the streets of glory one of these days
[Am] I’m gonna sit at the welcome table one of these days
[D] I’m gonna tell God how you treat me one of these days

I’m gonna tell God how you treat me
I’m gonna tell God how you treat me one of these days
I’m gonna tell God how you treat me
I’m gonna tell God how you treat me one of these days X2

Shady Grove

This is a modern adaptation of the classic Bluegrass song, “Shady Grove” from my Limited Edition CD. I have always liked the drums in Hip Hop music and thought it would be fun to add them to this traditional song. The result is what I call “Pho-Cop” being a combination of folk music and Hip Hop. The five string banjo adds a level of antique authenticity. Today marks the 27th anniversary of the Folk Den!
Limited Edition CD

Lyrics:
Mostly in Am

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

Wish I was in shady grove
Sittin’ in a rockin’ chair
If those blues would bother me
I’d rock away from there

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

Had a banjo made of gold
Every string would shine
The only song that it would play
Wish that girl was mine

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

When I was in shady grove
Heard them pretty birds sing
The next time I go to shady grove
Take along a diamond ring

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

When you go to catch a fish
Fish with a hook and line
When you go to court a girl
Never never look behind

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

When I was a little boy
All I wanted was a knife
Now I am a great big man
Lookin’ for a pretty little wife

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

Wish I had a big fat horse
And corn to feed him on
Wish I had a pretty little girl
To feed him when I’m gone

Shady grove my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove my little love
Going to shady grove

Mary Ann

This is a traditional calypso song about a sailor looking for his lost love in Trinidad.

Lyrics:

All day all night Mary Ann
Down by the seaside sifting sand
Even little children love Mary Ann
Down by the seaside sifting sand

Sailing down through the islands man
I am searching for me Mary Ann
Sailing down through the islands man
Searching for my Mary Ann

Down On Penny’s Farm

Got this from the Harry Smith Anthology of American Folk Music. This song feels appropriate because farmers are having a real tough time making a living these days.

Lyrics:

[G] Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song
I’ll sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong
May make you mad but I mean no harm
[G] It’s just about the renters on [D] Penny’s [Em] farm

[G] It’s hard times in the country
Down on [D] Penny’s [G] farm

Now you move out on Penny’s farm
Plant a little crop of ‘bacco and a little crop of corn
He’ll come around to see, gonna plan and plot
Till he gets himself a mortgage on everything you got

It’s hard times in the country
Down on Penny’s farm

Hasn’t George Penny got a flattering mouth
Move you to the country in a little log house
Got no windows but cracks in the wall
He’ll work you all summer and rob you in the fall

It’s hard times in the country
Down on Penny’s farm

You go in the fields and you work all day
Way into the night but you get no pay
Promise you meat or a little lard
It’s hard to be a renter on Penny’s farm

It’s hard times in the country
Down on Penny’s farm

Now here’s George Penny come into town
With his wagon-load of peaches, not one of them sound
He’s got to have his money or somebody’s check
You pay him for a bushel and you don’t get a peck

It’s hard times in the country
Down on Penny’s farm

Well Well Well

“Well Well Well” is an old gospel song that was revived by the folk community in the early 1960s and performed by many artists including Bob Gibson and Bob Camp, Peter Paul and Mary and the Seekers.

Lyrics:

[Em] Well well well who’s that a-calling
Well well [Am] well [G] hold my [B7] hand
[Em] Well well well night is a-falling
[G] Spirit is a-moving all over this [B7] land

[G] God told Noah build Him an arc
[Bm] And the rain started falling
And the skies turned dark
[Em] The old arc a-moving,
[Am] Water stared to [C] climb
[G] God said a fire [B7] not a flood next time

CH

My Lord said fire coming judgement day
All mankind gonna pass away
Brothers and sisters don’t you know
We’re gonna reap just what we sow

CH

World’s not waiting for the Lord’s command
He’ll build Him a fire that’l sweep the land
With thunder out of Heaven
Comin’ Gabriel’s call
And the sea’s gonna boil
And the sky’s gonna fall

CH X 2

Midnight Special

Prison legend had it that if you were touched by the light of the Midnight Special train, you were bound to be freed from prison. “Midnight Special” was recorded by Lead Belly but had been around for at least twenty years before his version became popular.

Lyrics:
“The Midnight Special”

[G] Well, you wake up in the [C] mornin’, you hear the work bell [G] ring
And they march you to the [D] table you see the same old [G] thing
Ain’t no food on the [C] table, and no pork is in the [G] pan
But you better not [D] complain, or, you get in trouble with the [G] man

[Chorus:]
[G] Let the Midnight [C] Special shine a light on [G] me
Let the Midnight [D] Special shine its everlovin’ light on [G] me

Yonder come miss Rosie, tell me how do you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the gov’nor, she wants to free her man

[Chorus]

If you ever go to Houston, well, you better walk right
You better not gamble, you better not fight
The sheriff will grab you and thy’ll take you on down
The next thing you know, You’re prison bound

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

Aweigh Santi Anno

Aweigh Santi Anno. The song is listed as number 207 in the Roud Folk Song Index. The theme of the shantey, which dates from at least the 1850s, may have been inspired by topical events in the news related to conflicts between the armies of Mexico, commanded by Antonio López de Santa Anna, and the U.S., commanded by Zachary Taylor, in the Mexican–American War.

The lyrics are not historically accurate: for example, both the Battle of Monterrey and the Battle of Molino del Rey (different versions refer to one or other) were US victories, not Mexican ones. Some suggest that this tradition was caused by British sailors, who deserted their ships to join Santa Anna’s forces.

Lyrics:
AWEIGH SANTI ANNO – A CAPPELLA

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

THEM NASSUA GIRLS THEY’VE GO NO COMB
THEY COMBS THEIR HAIR WITH A TIPPER BACK BONE

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

THEM CALIFORNIA GALS I DO ADORE
WITH THEIR BRIGHT BLUE EYES
AND THEIR GOLDEN HAIR

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

THEM CALIFORNIA GALS THEY LOVE ME SO
BECAUSE I DON’T TELL ‘EM ALL I KNOW

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND IN MY PRIME
I’D GO OUT WITH THEM PRETTY GIRLS
TWO AT A TIME

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

THE SKIPPER LIKES WHISKEY AND THE MATE LIKES RUM
THE CREW LIKES BOTH BUT WE CAN’T GET NONE

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW

ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO
THE WORK IS HARD AND THE WAGE IS LOW
SO WIND HER UP AND WE’LL ROLL AND GO

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

THE WIND IS HIGH AND BLOWING FREE
LET’S GET THE RAGS UP AND WE’LL DRIVE HER TO SEA

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO

MEXICO OH MEXICO AWEIGH SANTI ANNO
MEXICO IS A PLACE I KNOW
ALONG THE PLAINS OF MEXICO