Will Play For Kibble

by SaltyPaws

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released June 1, 2013

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SaltyPaws Green Cove Springs, Florida

When you think of wandering minstrels, do you ever think they might live on a boat? SaltyPaws is a sailing acoustic duo, living aboard their catamaran, sailing and singing the Atlantic eastern seaboard. You'll hear guitar and 5 string banjo, spiced with harmonica and concertina. Wherever the boat is in port, you'll find Bentley and Jim joining a jam, at an open mic, or busking a street corner. ... more

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Track Name: My Wild Irish Rose
If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now dropped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates,
Though each holds aloft its proud head.
Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose.
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my
wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom
from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses, which by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say.
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower where my true love grows,
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my
wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom
from my wild Irish Rose.
Track Name: Fox On The Run
(Chorus)
She walks through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun
She took all the love that this poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox on the run
Like a fox, (like a fox, like a fox) on the run.

Out here everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise hall
This woman tempted me then she took me for a ride
But like a lonely fox, boys, I need a place to hide.

(repeat chorus)

We'll drink a glass of wine boys to fortify our souls
We'll talk about some friends and the ones we used to know
I've seen a string of girls who have laid me on the floor
The game is nearly over and the hounds are at my door.
Track Name: Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

When I put out to sea,
When I put out to sea,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Turns again home,
Turns again home,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell;
When I embark;

When I embark,
When I embark,
And may there be no sadness of farewell;
When I embark.

For tho' from out our borne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

When I have crossed the bar,
When I have crossed the bar,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Track Name: Freight Train, Old Train - Cotton and Rice
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

Freight train, freight train, going round the bend
Freight train, freight train, gone again
One of these days, turn that train around
Go back to my home town

One more place I'd like to be
One more place I'd love to see
To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb
While I ride old Number Nine

When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she goes rolling by

Old train, i can hear your whistle blow
And i won't, be jumping on again.
Old train, i've been everywhere ya go
And i know, what lies beyond each bend.

(chorus)

Old train each time you pass, you're older than the last
And it seems, i'm to old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels scrape against the rail
They cry with every mile, and i think i'll stay awhile.

Old train, i grow weary after miles
And i miss, the freedom that was mine.
Old train, just to think about those times
I'll smile, when your high balling by.
Track Name: John Hardy
John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns ev'ry day.
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line,
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away....
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away....

John Hardy stood in that old baroom,
So drunk that he could not see.
And a man walked up and took him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
The tears running down from his eyes.
He said, "I've been the death of many a poor boy.
But my six-shooters never told a lie,
No, my six-shooters never told a lie.

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell,
She said, "Johnny, I've been true to you.
God knows, Johnny, I've been true to you."

The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell,
Was a little girl dressed in red.
She came down to that old jail cell,
She said, "Johnny, I had rather see you dead,
Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead."

"I've been to the East and I've been to the West,
I've traveled this wide world around,
I've been to that river and I've been baptized,
So take me to my burying ground,
So take me to my burying ground."
Track Name: The Music Never Ends
If all I had was money,
Jewels were all I owned,
I'd spend it in a hurry:
Sell those shiny stones

Buy myself a guitar
and an old banjo.
Play for all our neighbors:
Dancin' we will [G] go.

Dancin' we will go Dancin' we will go,
Play for all our neighbors Dancin' we will [G] go.

Find ourselves a singer
One of great renown.
The finest tunes he'd offer
Fifty to a pound.

If his voice is tired,
If his glass is low,
Fill it up with rum or
Whiskey, I suppose.

Whiskey I suppose, Whiskey I suppose
Fill it up with rum, or Whiskey I suppose.

Bring us all together
Music and good sound.
We will raise the rafters and
Have another round.

We'll while away the hours
Playing with our friends. Any-
Time we get together, the
Music never ends.

Music never ends. The Music never ends.
Anytime we get together, the music never ends.
Track Name: Darcy Farrow
Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain
There lived a young maiden Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range

She was as sweet as sugar candy.
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down.
Her eyes shone bright, like the pretty lights,
That shine in the night out of Yerington town.

She was courted by young Vandermeer
A fine lad was he I am to hear
He brought her silver rings and lacy things
And they promised to marry before the snows came that year.

But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us, one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet in his brain
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusty sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Vandy whose love was true

Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain
There lived a young maiden Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range.
Track Name: Rant and Roar
Chorus:
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman
I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tom Brown
I'm bound to have Polly or Biddy or Molly
As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down.

I'm a son of a sea cook, and a cook in a trader
I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the mainboom
I can handle a jigger, and cuts a fine figure
Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room.

If the voyage is good, this fall I will do it
I wants two pounds ten for a ring and the priest
A couple of dollars for clean shirts and collars
And a handful of coppers to make up a feast.

There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy
There's John Coady's Kitty and Mary Tibbo
There's Clara from Brule and young Martha Foley
But the nicest of all is me girl from Toslow.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of Valen
Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the Cove
I'm bound to the westward, to the wall with the hole in
I'll take her from Toslow the wide world to rove.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kryan's
Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona
I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy
And if I don't do so I'm afraid of her da'.

I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis
A twenty pound bed from Jimmy McGrath
I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle
And then I'll be ready for Biddy, hurrah!

O, I brought in the Ino this spring from the city,
Some rings and gold brooches for the girls in the Bay;
I bought me a case-pipe —- they call it a meerschaum —-
It melted like butter upon a hot day.

I went to a dance one night at Fox Harbour,
There were plenty of girls, so nice as you'd wish;
There was one pretty maiden a-chewin' of frankgum
Just like a young kitten a-gnawing fresh fish.

Then here is a health to the girls of Fox Harbour
Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Brule
Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy
I can't marry all or in chokey I'd be.

We hove our ship to with a wind from the Sou'west.
We hove our ship to deep soundings to take.
'Twas 45 fathoms with a light sandy bottom,
We squared our mainyard and up channel did make.

Now let every man toss off his full bumper
Let every man drink up and be glad.
We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy.
So here's to the health of each fine strappin' lad.