Worn By The Weather

by Ruth Graelish

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released November 9, 2014

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Track Name: The Blacksmith
The Blacksmith

A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better
He fairly won my heart; wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever,
And if I were with my love, I would live forever.

O, where is my love gone, with his cheeks like roses?
He sailed across the sea, gathering primroses
I'm afraid the shining sun might burn and scorch his beauty,
And if I were with my love, I would do my duty.

Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried,
Strange news flies up and down that my love is married
O, I wish them both much joy, though they don't hear me
And if I were with my love, I would do my duty.

O, what did you promise me when you lay beside me?
You said you'd marry me, and not deny me.
"If I said I'd marry you, 'twas only to try you,
So bring your witness, love, and I'll not deny you."

O, witness have I none save God Almighty
And may He reward you well for the slighting of me.
Her lips grew pale and wan; it made her poor heart tremble
To think she loved one, and he proved deceitful.

A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better
He fairly won my heart; wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever,
And if I were with my love, I would live forever.
Track Name: I Am Stretched On Your Grave
I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
For I smell of the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

When my family think
That I'm safely in my bed
Oh, from morn until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of a girl
That I loved as a child.

Do you remember the night
Oh, the night when we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the touch of the frost?
Oh, and thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.

Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
For I smell of the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.
Track Name: Willie Taylor
Willie Taylor

Willie Taylor and his youthful lover
Full of mirth and loyalty
They were going to the church to be married
He was pressed and sent to sea

She dressed herself up like a sailor
On her breast she wore a star
Her beautiful fingers long and slender
She gave them all just a smear of tar

On this ship there being a skirmish
She being one amongst the best
A silver button flew off her jacket
There appeared her snow white breast

Says the captain to this fair maid
"What misfortune brought you here?"
"I'm in search of my true lover
Whom you pressed on the other year"

"If you're in search of your true lover
Pray, come tell to me his name"
"Willie Taylor they do call him
But Fitzgerald is his name"

"If you go out tomorrow morning
Early as the break of day
There you'll find your Willie Taylor
Walking along with his lady gay"

She got up the very next morning
Early as the break of day
There she spied her Willie Taylor
Walking along with his lady gay

She drew out a brace of pistols
That she had at her command
There she shot her Willie Taylor
With his bride at his right hand
Track Name: Spancil Hill
Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfil
There were jovial conversations 'neath the cross of Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, he's a bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still"
She is Nell the farmer's daughter and the flower of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
But she said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
But the cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
Track Name: If I Were A Blackbird
If I Were A Blackbird

I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was carefree and in love with lad
He courted me sweetly, by night and by day
But now he has left me, and gone far away

Oh if I were a blackbird could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
And flutter my wings o'er his broad golden chest

He sailed o'er the ocean his fortune to seek
I missed his caresses and his kiss on my cheek
He returned and I told him my love was still warm
He turned away lightly and great was his scorn

Oh if I were a blackbird could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
And flutter my wings o'er his broad golden chest

He promised to take me to Donnybrook Fair
To buy me fine ribbons for to tie up my hair
He offered to marry and to stay by my side
But then in the morning he sailed with the tide

Oh if I were a blackbird could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
And flutter my wings o'er his broad golden chest

I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was carefree and in love with lad
He courted me sweetly, by night and by day
But now he has left me, and gone far away