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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Lloyd

  1. Anthem For Doomed Youth
  2. Basket Of Eggs
  3. Bitter Withy
  4. Blood Red Roses
  5. Bring Em Down
  6. Coal Owner And Pitmans Wife
  7. Corpus Christi Carol
  8. Dumiama Dingiama Dumiama Day
  9. Haul Away For Rosie
  10. Haul On The Bowline
  11. Heave Away Me Johnnies
  12. Heres To The Grog
  13. Husband With No Courage In Him
  14. Mccassery
  15. New South Wales
  16. Nine Times A Night
  17. Oh Shepherd Oh Shepherd Or The Sheep Are In The Wi
  18. One Night As I Lay On My Bed
  19. Oxford City Jealous Lover
  20. Prince Heathen
  21. Rosin The Beau
  22. Rounding The Horn
  23. Santy Anna
  24. The Black Ball Line
  25. The Blackleg Miners
  26. The Bold Black And Tan
  27. The Coast Of Peru
  28. The Liverpool Judies
  29. The Mermaid
  30. The Molecatcher
  31. The Road To Gundagai
  32. The Seven Joys Of Mary
  33. The Sheep Stealer
  34. The Ship In Distress
  35. The Troopers Horse
  36. The Two Magicians
  37. The Wanton Seed


Lloyd
Miscellaneous
Bitter Withy
BITTER WITHY

As it fell out on a high holiday
Small rain from the sky did fall
Sweet Jesus asked of his own mother dear
Whether he might play at ball

To play, to play, dear child she did say
It's time that you have been gone
And don't let me hear complaints about you
At night when you do come home

Now our Savior walked down into yonder town
As far as the holy, holy well
And there he met three of the finest children
That ever any tongue could tell

Good morn, good morn, good morn, said they
Good morning, then said he, said he
Now which of you three fine children
Will play at ball with me

Oh we are lords and ladies sons
Born in a bowery hall
And you are but a maiden's child
Born in an oxen stall

Now our savior built a bridge with the beams of the sun
and over the water ran he, ran he
And the three jolly children followed after him
And drowned they were all three

The upward ball and the downward ball
Their mothers they did wail and squall
Saying, Mary mild, fetch home your child
For ours are drownded all

Then Mary mild picked a handful of withies
And laid our dear savior across her knee
And with that handful of withy twigs
She gave him slashes three

Oh cursed be to the bitter withy
That has caused me to smart, to smart
And that shall be the very first tree
That shall perish right at the heart

recorded by MaColl & Lloyd- English & Scottish Ballads; Roberts &
Barrand - Nowell Sing We Clear
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