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Come philander, let’s be marching
First for France, then for Holland
Cannons roar, colors flying
Oh my love, there’s no denying
Ring farewell, to my love farewell
We’re all marching around very well
Oh my love, you know I love you
Nothing on this earth that I love like I love you
Over and over, ten times over
Drink up the liquor, boys, turn the glasses over
Ring farewell, to my love farewell
We’re all marching around very well
So come Lysander, we’re on for marching
Everyone his true love searching
Cannons roar, drums a-beating
Oh my love, there’s no retreating
Ring farewell, to my love farewell
We’re all marching around very well
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Carriebelle
03:49
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Carriebelle, don’t weep
Carriebelle, don’t moan
Don’t you hang your head
And cry
Ever since I lay
In the barroom floor
I said I’d never get drunk
Anymore
Carriebelle, don’t weep
Carriebelle, don’t moan
Don’t you hang your head
And cry
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Wish I was in London
Some other seaport town
Step my foot on a steamboat
I’d sail the ocean ’round
Sail it ’round
Don’t you remember, Molly?
You gave me your right hand
You said if we ever married
I would be the man
I’d be the man
While sailing ’round the ocean
Sailing ’round the sea
I’d dream of Handsome Molly
Wherever she might be
Where she might be
When I’m for miles and miles away
All on some distant shore
Among the rocks and mountains where
The wild beasts howl and roar
They howl and roar
If I had a breast of glass
Wherein you might behold
Your name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold
In bright gold
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And them rolling mills are burning down
And them rolling mills are burning down, plumb down
And them rolling mills are burning down
Down to the ground
And they’ll never build them back anymore
Oh darling, my darling round here
Come and look me in the eye
The best of friends must fall out and fight
So why not you and I?
And them rolling mills are burning down
And them rolling mills are burning down, plumb down
And them rolling mills are burning down
Down to the ground
And they’ll never build them back anymore
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There was a little ship that sailed on the sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Willow Tree
And she sailed on the low and lonesome water
And she sailed on the lonesome sea
Up stepped a little sailor, saying “What’ll you give to me
If I sink that ship to the bottom of the sea
If I sank her in the low and lonesome water
If I sank her in the lonesome sea”
“Well I have a house and I have land
And I have a daughter who shall be at your command
If you’ll sink her in the low and lonesome water
If you’ll sink her in the lonesome sea”
He bowed on his breast and away swam he
And he swam ’til he came to the Turkish Reveille
As she sailed on the low and lonesome water
As she sailed in the lonesome sea
He had a little auger fit for the bore
And he bored nine holes in the bottom of the floor
And sunk her in the low and lonesome water
And he sunk her in the lonesome sea
Some had hats and some were using caps
A-trying to stop the saltwater gaps
As she sunk in the low and lonesome water
As she sunk in the lonesome sea
Some were playing cards, some were shooting dice
While others stood around just a-giving good advice
As she sunk in the low and lonesome water
As she sunk in the lonesome sea
He bowed on his breast and away swam he
And he swam ’til he came to the Golden Willow Tree
“Now I’ve sunk her in the low and lonesome water
Now I’ve sunk her in the lonesome sea
“Now, Captain will be you be as good as your word
Or either will you take me in on board
Now I’ve sunk her in the low and lonesome water
Now I’ve sunk her in the lonesome sea”
“I will not be as good as my word
Nor neither will I take you in onboard
Though you’ve sunk her in the low and lonesome water
Though you’ve sunk her in the lonesome sea”
“If it weren’t for the love I have for your men
I would do unto you just as I’ve done unto them
I would sink you in the low and lonesome water
I would sink you in the lonesome sea”
He bowed on his breast and down sunk he
A-bidding farewell to the Golden Willow Tree
He sunk in the low and lonesome water
He sunk in the lonesome sea
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In Florida
03:08
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Washington
03:37
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General Washington
Noblest of men
His house, his horse, his cherry tree, and him
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Jake Xerxes Fussell Durham, North Carolina
"Fussell is creating his own legacy within the long lineage of traditional folk musicians and storytellers that have come
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– NY Times
"So elegant … relaxing in the way that pondering a Zen koan is relaxing, and sweet in the way that the wounded, honey-voiced blues of Miss. John Hurt are sweet."
– Pitchfork
"Music that resides at the seams of Appalachia and the cosmos."
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