Punk's Delight EP

by Road Worrier

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All the songs on this EP are traditional folksongs from Britain, Ireland and America.

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released February 4, 2016

Arranged, performed and recorded by Joe Turner.

Photo courtesy of Andy Turner.

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Road Worrier Yeovil, UK

Punk interpretations of traditional folksongs from Britain, Ireland and America.

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Track Name: Oxford Girl
I fell in love with an Oxford Girl
With a dark and roving eye
But I felt too ashamed for to marry her
A-being so young a maid

I went up to her father's house
About twelve o'clock at night
A-asking her if she'd take a walk
Through the fields and meadows gay

I took her by her lilywhite hand
And I kissed her cheek and chin
But I had no thoughts of murdering her
Nor in no evil way

I catched a stick from out the hedge
And I gently knocked her down
And the blood from that poor innocent girl
Went a-trickling to the ground

I catched fast hold of her curly locks
And I dragged her through the fields
Until we came to a deep riverside
And I gently flung her in

Look out she go
Look out she floats
She's a-drowning on the tide
And instead of having a watery grave
She should have been my bride.
Track Name: Sailor
I am a sailor brisk and bold
Long time I sailed the ocean
I've fought for king and country too
For honour and promotion
But now my shipmates, I bid you all adieu
I may no longer go along with you
I'll travel the country through and through
And I'll be the rambling sailor

Well first I came to Portsmouth town
And there were lasses many
I boldly stepped up to one of them
To court her for her money
I says, "My gal, be of good cheer,
I will not leave you, do not fear
I'll travel the country far and near
And I'll be the rambling sailor"

And then I came to Plymouth town
And there were lasses many
I boldly stepped up to one of them
To court her for her beauty
I says, "My gal, what do you choose?
Here's ale and a wine and a rum punch too
Besides a pair of silk satin shoes
If you travel with the rambling sailor"

And then I rose up with the dawn
Just as the day was peeping
On tiptoe down the stairs I went
And I left my love a-sleeping
And if she waits until I come
She may lie there til her day of doom
I'll court some other girl in the room
And I'll be the rambling sailor

And if you want to know my name
My name it is young Johnson
I've got commission from the king
To court all girls is handsome
With my false heart and flattering tongue
I'll court them all both old and young
I'll court them all but I marry none
And I'll be the rambling sailor
Track Name: Yarn
It was on a summer's day in the merry month of May
I was strolling round my grandfather's farm
When a country maid I spied and unto her I cried
'May I wind up your little ball of yarn?'

'Oh no, kind sir,' said she, 'you're a stranger unto me
And you may love another so be true.'
I said, 'My little miss, you're the one I want to kiss
And to wind up your little ball of yarn.'

So I took the country maid and I laid her in the shade
Not intending to do her any harm
And 'twas much to her surprise when I lay between her thighs
And I wound up her little ball of yarn.

Now when the maid arose, after pulling up her clothes
She went to tell the people at the farm
So I slipped across the green, not intending to be seen
After winding up her little ball of yarn.

It was twelve months to the day, I was strolling down that way
Met a maid with a babe under her arm
I said, 'My little miss, sure I never thought of this
When I wound up your little ball of yarn.'
Track Name: Mariners
You mariners all as you pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

You tipplers all as you pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

You tipplers all if you've half a crown
You're welcome all for to sit down
Come smoke a pipe and think not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this

Now I am old and can scarcely crawl
I've a grey beard and my head is bald
Crown my desire, fulfil my bliss
A pretty wife and a jug of this

And when I'm in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows and past and fled
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this
Track Name: Hold On
One of these days about four o'clock
This old world's gonna reel and rock
Keep your hand, keep your hand to the plough, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Keep your hand, keep your hand to the plough, hold on

One of these days but I don't know when
This old world, she's going to end
Keep your hand...

Go away Satan, let me be
You fooled my brother but you can't fool me
Keep your hand...

Satan wears a sinful shoe
If you're not careful he'll put it on you
Keep your hand...

Some of these mornings at the rising sun
God's gonna stop your lying tongue
Keep your hand...

Ain't been to Heaven but I've been told
That the streets are pearl and the gates are gold
Keep your hand...

When I get to Heaven I'm gonna sit down
Wear a white robe and a starry crown
Keep your hand...

I'm going to Heaven and I ain't gonna stop
Ain't gonna be no stumbling block
Keep your hand...