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The Year of '42
03:45
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The Spark was coming, the people knew
The workers must be heard
On Crown Bank they gathered, thousands strong
Singing Chartist words
Here come the Colliers!
As fire and fury, filled the air
And they sank more wine and ale
See you Gentry! Marching to you!
As the musket fire prevails
Here come the Colliers!
In the year of '42
In the year of '42
As the Soldiers restored a calm
And the round-up had begun
Some got jail, others Labour in Australia
One day the charter would be won
Here Come the Colliers!
Here Come the Colliers
In the year of '42, they did their best
In the year of '42.
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The Cooper's Lad
03:45
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My name it is Marcus, and I live way down
With the Pimpernel's and the ne'er-do-wells on the darker side of town
My father's a tradesman and well respected in this place
But it's not enough to be allowed to love the daughter from the Manor House
I'm the Cooper's Lad - but I can't stay
I'm the Cooper's Lad - I'm on my way
We loved each other so we hatched a plan and loaded up the Old Grey Mare
Headed out under cover of darkness before her brothers were aware
When they woke, their fury meant that they then swore me dead
And headed out in hot pursuit - their family name to protect
I'm the Cooper's Lad - but I can't stay
I'm the Cooper's Lad - I'm on my way
Why am I being hunted?
Why I am I being stalked?
Why can't I live my life with the Girl that I love?
A victim of circumstance
Injustice of Social Class
They'll never let me live my life with the Girl that I love
This won't end well - I'll see you in Hell.......
They tracked me down to a Farmhouse - it was forty miles from Town
And they stole that Girl away from me and in the dirt made me kneel down
They said "You are not worthy and you will never take her hand"
And then and there, I said a prayer and my blood flowed to the land
I'm the Cooper's Lad - but I can't stay
I'm the Cooper's Lad - I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
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In working hours, it's true they own me
For fourteen hours, do as I'm told
But when that bell goes, I am a free man
I'm through the door for to get me home
Because they don't own dreams and don't own my thoughts
I can always wander freely
Because in dreams, I am still a young man
And in dreams I do all I want
CHORUS:
When these boots come off, and I'll sit by the fire
Close my eyes and dream - of the day I'll retire
When these boots come off, I'll be dreaming of the life that we will have
When we, grow old, together
For thirty years, I have toiled and grafted
To feed my family, and keep them safe
But now here I am, I'm nearly fifty
My back is aching and my eyes have gone
But I still have dreams and still have my thoughts
They can never take them from me
Because in dreams, I am still a young man
And in dreams I can run and play
REPEAT CHORUS
And we'll dream of the day, when we're far and away
And we'll leave these city streets far behind us, for the coast
No more pit helmet for me, No more coal dust to breathe
and I'm starting to believe that it is close
REPEAT CHORUS
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Gallows Humour
03:15
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I could shout a bit, Let it out
Curse my luck, or maybe make a scene
For I've lost a lot, and times are tough
I could laugh at it - just to let off steam
Chorus:
So we giggle, we chuckle - if we didn't would we buckle
Under hard times, Hard times
We giggle, we chuckle - if we didn't would we buckle
Under hard times, oh hard times
Cut your cloth accordingly, is what they say
To folks a bit like me
I don't need rope, can drink or smoke
But I won't hold out - for bits of sympathy
Repeat Chorus Twice:
I could drive away, sail away
Fly away, but cannot meet the cost
and the World won't wait, if my love's late
So every winner sometimes lost
Repeat Chorus Twice:
I must cut my cloth
Rather than run away
But I could shout a bit
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5. |
Row
04:12
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You can dress me for the Weather, Warm up my blood
Be calm my still Water, if this is the year of the flood
It's true that we were never Sailors, Sailor's we won't be
Too much land between us, blocking the call of the Sea
But we could ride a storm at tide, and Row, row row, row.
Cruel winds could be blowing, biting from all sides
One day spent waiting, for clearer skies
But you've got the strength to pull me, to Life's safer shores
Not here to conquer, or seek something more
But we could ride a storm at tide and row, row, row, row
Row, row, row - but we could ride a storm at tide and row
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Wilcox:Hulse England, UK
Previously two-thirds of established folk act ‘The Queensberry Rules’, Gary Wilcox and Phil Hulse have over 17 years’
experience of playing music together, releasing seven albums - three of these on the legendary Fellside record label.
Laden with strong harmonies and social conscience, the new songs on the 'First Born EP' are already winning praise on the pairs’ exciting new musical journey.
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