SHEPWAY FOLK - VARIOUS ARTISTS


1974


SIDE 1

1. Keys of Canterbury (Trad. arr. Hoodeners/Danejohn) - Handbell Hoodeners & Danejohn
2. The King (Trad. arr. H/Targe) - Hackett Targe
3. Three Merry Men of Kent (Trad. arr. Danejohn) - Danejohn
4. Reiver’s Galley (Wiliamson - Argyle Music) - Hackett Targe
5. Liverpool Judies (Trad. arr. Mick/Martin) - Mick & Martin
6. Sinnerman (Trad. arr. Pendulum) - Pendulum
7. Congo River (Trad. arr. Mick/Martin) - Mick & Martin
8. Mandy (Trad. arr. Pendulum) - Pendulum
9. Grandad’s Flannelette Shirt (E. Latta) - Mick & Martin
10. Winster Gallop (Trad. arr. Hoodeners) - Handbell Hoodeners
SIDE 2

1. Flower of Scotland (Williamson - Argyle Music) - Hackett Targe
2. I Was A Cowboy (McTell - Essex Music) - Mick & Martin
3. I Once Loved A Lass (Trad. arr. H/Targe) - Hackett Targe
4. Are You Dreaming (B. Hack) - Pendulum
5. Wark O’ The Weavers (Trad. arr. H/Targe) - Hackett Targe
6. A Hundred Years Ago (Trad. arr. Danejohn) - Danejohn
7. Sitting On The Ice (J. Cohrell) - Mick & Martin
8. ‘Tis A Gift To Be Simple (Trad. arr. Hoodeners) - Handbell Hoodeners

Produced by Ron Milner
Recorded at Steenhuis Studios, Broadstairs, Kent, UK

Liner notes from the back of the sleeve:

The district of Shepway, a new area as the result of Local Government re-organisation, has reverted to its ancient Saxon name and, oddly enough, its boundaries are almost the same as those of the old lathe of Shepway. The Lathe was a Saxon land division in Kent used for administration purposes and they are depicted in the reproduction of a 17th century Dutch atlas on the front of the album.

Overlooking Hythe and Romney Marsh, the Shepway Cross situated on the Lympne ridge of hills, supposedly marks the site where the early Court of Shepway was held. This was the common Court of Justice for the Cinque Ports, a royal court known as the King’s High Court of Shepway, which goes back to the year 1150. It was presided over by an officer of the King.

The name Shepway is derived from ‘the ship way’, the way of ships and here the Romans, finding safe anchorage for ships, built the famous fort and port PORTUS LEMANIS. Ships from Gaul sailed into the port and, centuries later, from Norway came the Vikings and from Denmark the Jutes and Danes. Shepway is famed in fiction in the well-known ‘Dr. Syn’ books, the genial parson CUM highwayman CUM smuggler.

Although the harbour has now silted up and the sea receded, along the resultant shallow beaches immigrants from many countries have attempted to effect a landing, Spaniards, Dutchmen, Frenchmen, German. These last in World War II had planned their invasion of England along these shores and, even today, illegal immigrants are not deterred from trying to make landfall here.

With such varied nationalities, whose roots are in exciting folklore traditions, it is surprising few local folk songs have survived; Danejohn perform two of the most popular Kentish songs on the album. But folk music and dance still flourish in most Kentish towns. Every other year the Folkestone International Folklore Festival is held and, since 1961, over 200 folk dancers, singers and musicians from almost every country in Europe have performed there on each occasion.

Folk customs have rapidly disappeared from the Kent countryside but hoodening still continues. The Hooden Horse is associated with our Scandinavian ancestors who worshipped the God ODIN (Saxon WODEN) who rode his famous eight-footed horse SLEIPNER. At the festival of JUL (the winter solstice) the tribes sacrificed horses and devoured the flesh. When the Jutes arrived in Kent in 449AD they continued to worship WODEN - hence WEDNESDAY (from WODEN’s DAY) and WOODNESBOROUGH (the town in Kent). With the spread of Christianity, Pagan Gods, animal sacrifices and the eating of horse flesh were condemned, the latter specifically by Archbishop Theodore. However, it is from the Pagan worship of WODEN that we trace the Hooden or Woden Horse which survives in some parts of Kent today. magistrates suppressed the custom in Broadstairs after a woman was alleged to have been frightened to death by the Hooden Horse and in 1859, at Lower Hardres, a crippled woman jumped from her chair and fled - which so delighted her husband he bought the horse and took it to Germany with him. An inn in Wickhambreux is named ‘The Hoodeners’.

Despite condemnation by Churchmen and Magistrates alike Hoodening was a custom in East Kent until World War I. Around the dark winter streets parties ringing handbells accompanied the wooden-headed horse with a man concealed beneath the cloth. The horses opened and clacked their jaws and collected money for a deserving cause and usually beer for the man inside. The Handbell Hoodeners of Folkestone District national Dance Group still accompany the Hooden Horse at Christmas and local Morris Dancers accompany the Horse at Whitsuntide bringing tidings of Spring fertility to the countryside and coast.

There are naturally many folk artists who live in Shepway, too numerous to include in one album. The five groups present a contrast of styles to provide variety and balanced entertainment. the album opens with the clacking of the horse and the Handbell Hoodeners of Folkestone playing their handbells ‘The keys of Canterbury’ which is sung by the Canterbury based quartet of DANEJOHN. MICK & MARTIN come from Dymchurch and the PENDULUM trio from Hythe. Although the Scottish trio were all born in Dundee (HACKETT TARGE is Gaelic for ‘battered shield’) they were, until recently, students at nearby Nonington College. Now teachers, they rejoin during vacations to perform in Shepway and elsewhere.

It is noted in Record Collector Rare Record Price Guide 2010 that a mint copy of this LP is worth £30 though copies on ebay sell for £60

LYRICS

THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY

Oh Madam I will give to you the keys of Canterbury
And all the bells in London to ring to make us merry
If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear
And walk along with me anywhere

Oh, Madam I will give to you a long and silken gown
With a-nine a-yards a-danglin’ and a-trailin’ on the ground
If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear
And walk along with me anywhere

Oh, Madam I will give to you a fine silver bell
To summon all my servants to make them serve you well
If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear
And walk along with me anywhere

Oh, Madam I will give to you the key unto my heart
To cherish it forever and say we’ll never part
If you will be my joy, my sweet and only dear
And walk along with me anywhere

THE KING

Joy, health, love and peace be all here in this place
By your leave we will sing concerning our king
(repeat)

Our king is well dressed in a-silks of the best
In ribbons so rare, no king can compare

We have travelled many miles over hedges and stiles
In search of our king unto you we bring

We have powder and shot to conquer the lot
We have cannon and ball to conquer them all

Old Christmas is past, twelve times is the last
And we bid you our due, great joy to the new

THREE MERRY MEN OF KENTt

He that will not merry, merry be
With a generous bowl and a toast
May he imbibe, will be shut up
And a-fast bound to a post

Let him be merry, merry, merry there
And we shall be merry, merry here
For who may go where we may go
To be merry another year, brave boys
To be merry another year

He that will not merry, merry be
And take his glass in course
May he be obliged to drink small beer
And never a penny in his purse

Let him be merry, merry, merry there
And we shall be merry, merry here
For who may go where we may go
To be merry another year, brave boys
To be merry another year

He that will not merry, merry be
With a company of jolly, jolly boys
May he be a-plagued with a scolding wife
To confound him with her noise

Let him be merry, merry, merry there
And we shall be merry, merry here
For who may go where we may go
To be merry another year, brave boys
To be merry another year

REIVER'S GALLEY

Sails she swiftly from the harbour
Fa la le oh fa la le
Like a lone gull before the storm winds
Fa la le oh fa la le
Kismael’s galley goes a reiving
Sails she switly to Isla’s shore
To isles of daring, of blades and laughter
Fa la le oh fa la le

Through the moonlight she lays her coursing
Fa la le oh fa la le
Far beneath her the grey blue limpets
Fa la le oh fa la le
Spoils of glory is her venture
Deeds of valour in brightest dawn
On through Moorla to fair green Isla
Fa la le oh fa la le

Sails she swiftly from the harbour
Fa la le oh fa la le
Like a lone gull before the storm winds
Fa la le oh fa la le
Kismael’s galley goes a reiving
Sails she switly to Isla’s shore
To isles of daring, of blades and laughter
Fa la le oh fa la le

LIVERPOOL JUDIES

From Liverpool to ‘Frisco a-rovin’ I went
For to stay in that country was my good intent
But drinkin’ stromng whiskey like other damn fools
I was very soon shanghaied back to Liverpool
Singin’ roll, roll bullies roll,
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

I shipped in the Alaska lyin’ out in the bay
We were waitin’ for a fair wind to get underway
But the sailors on board they were all sick and sore
They’s lost all their whiskey and couldn’t get no more
Singin’ roll, roll bullies roll,
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

Well, along comes the mate in his jacket of blue
He’s lookin’ for work for the matlows to do
And it’s “Up tops’l Harriet,” he loudly does roar
And it’s “Lay aloft Harry, ye son-o’-a-whore
Singin’ roll, roll bullies roll,
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

And now we’ve arrived in Blamleymoor Dock
And all the flash judies on the pierhead do flock
Our barrel’s run dry and our six quid advance
And I thin that it’s time for to git up and dance
Singin’ roll, roll bullies roll,
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

Here’s a health to the Captain where’er he may be
He’s a devil on land and a Bucko at sea
But as for the first mate, the lousy ol’ brute
We hope when he dies strainght to hell he’ll skyoot!
Singin’ roll, roll bullies roll,
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

SINNERMAN

Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
All on that day

I run to the rock, rock won’t you hide me?
I run to the rock, rock won’t you hide me?
I run to the rock, rock won’t you hide me?
All on that day

I run to the sea, sea a-be a-boiling
I run to the sky, sky a-be a-boiling
I run to the moon, moon a-be a-bleeding
All on that day

I run to my Lord, Lord won’t you hide me?
I run to my Lord, Lord won’t you hide me?
I run to my Lord, Lord won’t you hide me?
All on that day

Oh, sinnerman, you ought to be a-praying
Oh, sinnerman, you ought to be a-praying
Oh, sinnerman, you ought to be a-praying
All on that day

I run to the Devil, Devil won’t you hide me?
I run to the Devil, Devil won’t you hide me?
I run to the Devil, Devil won’t you hide me?
All on that day

Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
All on that day

Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
All on that day

CONGO RIVER

Well, was you ever on the Congo River?
Blow, boys, blow
Black fever makes the white man shiver
Blow, me bully boys, blow

A Yankee ship came down the river
Blow, boys, blow
Her masts and yards they shone like silver
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now blow, me boys, and blow forever
Blow, boys, blow
Why blow me down that Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now what do you think they had for cargo?
Blow, boys, blow
Why, black sheep that had run the embargo
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now what do you think they had for dinner?
Blow, boys, blow
Why, a monkey’s heart and a donkey’s liver
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now blow, me boys, and blow forever
Blow, boys, blow
Why blow me down that Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now yonder comes The Arrow packet
Blow, boys, blow
She fires her guns, can’t ya hear the racket?
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now what do you think of the skipper of her?
Blow, boys, blow
Why bully, he’s the sailor of her
Blow, me bully boys, blow

Now blow, me boys, and blow forever
Blow, boys, blow
Why blow me down that Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow

MANDY

Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

She was married on a Saturday night
She was married on a Saturday night
Was the best night of her life
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

Mandy had a little baby
Mandy had a little baby
Put that babe upon my knee
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

Baby made my Mandy cry
Baby made my Mandy cry
Cried so hard she soon to die
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

Buried her on Bahama sand
Buried her on Bahama sand
Wedding ring all on her hand
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

Mandy there’s a tear in my eye
Mandy there’s a tear in my eye
There to stay until I die
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy was a Bahama gal
Mandy, oh Mandy, Mandy mine

GRANDAD'S FLANNELETTE SHIRT

Now in our family we’ve got an heirloom
They handed it to me a year ago
It’s been in our possession since Grandad was a lad
I’ll tell you what it is and then you’ll know

It’s me Grandad’s flannelette nightshirt
In it I was Christened one day
Down at the church they were in a whirl
No one seemed to know if I were boy or girl
They’d had one or two and ee they were in a mess
“But it’s alright,” said the preacher rather curt
“I’ve been and had a quiz and I’ve found out what it is
By his Grandad’s flannelette shirt
Lordy, Lordy
His Grandad’s flannette shirt.”

In my Grandad’s flannelette nightshirt
I got married one day
While on the train my bride gave a shout
“Ee what is that you are pulling out?”
I said, “It’s old fashioned and it’s ithered and torn
But I’ve bought it honeymooning with me Gert.”
When she said, “What is it dear?” I whispered in her ear
“it’s me Grandad’s flannelette shirt
Lordy, Lordy
Me Grandad’s flannelette shirt

The other day I got an invitation
To go and join a nudist colony
And as the life is healthy and in the open air
I trotted off as happy as can be
With me Grandad’s flannelette nightshirt
I walked up to the door
Someone said, “Now don’t make a fuss,
Just take off your clothes and you’ll be like us.”
I was bashful so I stayed by myself
Fr with the girls I didn’t want to flirt
But when I was asleep they all came and had a peek
At me Grandad’s flannelette shirt
Lordy, Lordy
Me Grandad’s flannelette shirt

WINSTER GALLOP
(instrumental)

FLOWER OF SCOTLAND

Oh, Flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Ya wee bit hill and glen

And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
For land that is lost now
Which those who dearly held

And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again

That stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Oh, Flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Ya wee bit hill and glen

And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

I WAS A COWBOY

I was a cowboy, out in the alley
Me and my six-guns kept law on the prairie

I remember my first horse well
He was mean but a fast run
We travelled miles together
Until he was stolen

And the Sheriff, “Get early to bed
And always keep your hat screwed down real tight
‘Case you get in a fight.
Well, it’s one of the tricks that you must employ
If your gonna be a cowboy.”

I travelled far and wide
Even jumped freight trains
Threw stones in the ocean
Slept out in the cold rain

It was down in some southern town
And the music was playing
And the people were talking so loud
they heard no words I was saying

And the Sheriff, “Get early to bed
And always keep your hat screwed down real tight
‘Case you get in a fight.
Well, it’s one of the tricks that you must employ
If your gonna be a cowboy.”

I dreamed of a mountain
With one lonesome rider
He was ragged and tattered
But he carried a sabre

And all through the canyon
You could hear his bones rattle
He was dead on a dying horse
And he was tied to the saddle

And the Sheriff, “Get early to bed
And always keep your hat screwed down real tight
‘Case you get in a fight.
Well, it’s one of the tricks that you must employ
If your gonna be a cowboy.”

I was a cowboy, out on the prairie
Life sure was easier
Back home in the alley

And the Sheriff, “Get early to bed
And always keep your hat screwed down real tight
‘Case you get in a fight.
Well, it’s one of the tricks that you must employ
If your gonna be a cowboy.”

I ONCE LOVED A LASS

I once loved a lass, I loved her say weel
I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she’s rewarded me well for my love
For she’s gone tae be wed tae another

I saw my love to the church door
Bridegroom and bridemaidens they made a fine show
And I followed on wi’ my hat full o’ woe
She was gone tae be wed tae another

I saw my love sit doon tae dine
I sat doon beside her and poured the wine
And I drank tae the lassie that should have bin mine
Even though she was wed tae another

The men o’ the forest, they asked to me
How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?
I answered them all wi’ a tear in my e’e
How many ships sail in the forest?

Now dig me a grave and dig it sae deep
And cover me over, my head tae my feet
And I will lie doon and tak a long sleep
And maybe in time I’ll forget her

I once loved a lass, I loved her say weel
I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she’s rewarded me well for my love
For she’s gone and got wed tae another

ARE YOU DREAMING?

Little girl, while you’re sleeping
Is it fun while you’re dreaming?
You dream of living toys
Just like the girls and boys
Are you dreaming?

Little boy, while you’re sleeping
Is it fun while you’re dreaming?
You dream of playing games
You dream of cars and planes
Are you dreaming?

La, la, la.....

Dream dream and you’ll see
Dream dream just for me
Dream dream and you’ll see
Dream dream just for me

Little girl, how are you feeling
Can you fly to the ceiling
If you find the world is bad
And find the world is sad
Thin of your dreaming

Little boy, when you’re older
When you find you are bolder
Devote all your days
Trying to think of ways
To solve our problems

La, la, la.....

Dream dream and you’ll see
Dream dream just for me
Dream dream and you’ll see
Dream dream dream just for me

La, la, la.....

WARK O’ THE WEAVERS

We are here togither for tae sit and tae crack

Wi’ oor glasses in oor hands and oor wark on oor back
For there's no a trade among them all
Can either mend nae mak

If it wisnae for the wark o’ the weavers

If it wisnae for the weavers whit wid we do

We wadna hae clais made o’ woo'

We widnae hae a coat, neither black or blue

If it wisnae for the wark o' the weavers

Now there’ s smiths and there’s wrights
And there’s mason shields ana

There’s doctors and there’s ministers
And them that live by law

There’s oor friends we never see in South America

And they all need the wark o' the weavers

If it wisnae for the weavers whit wid we do

We wadna hae clais made o’ woo'

We widnae hae a coat, neither black or blue

If it wisnae for the wark o' the weavers

Now the weaving is a trade that never can fail
As long as we need any cloots tae mark anoother hail
So let us all be merry oor a bigger all gadale?
And we’ll drink to the health o’ the weavers
If it wisnae for the weavers whit wid we do

We wadna hae clais made o’ woo'

We widnae hae a coat, neither black or blue

If it wisnae for the wark o' the weavers

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO

A hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes oh
A hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years ago

Oh, when I sailed across the sea
Oh yes oh
My girl said she’d be true to me
A hundred years ago

I promised her a golden ring
Oh yes oh
She promised me that little thing
A hundred years ago

Oh, up aloft as the yard must go
Oh yes oh
For mister mate has told us so
A hundred years ago

I thought I heard the old man say
Oh yes oh
That we was homeward bound today
A hundred years ago

A hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes oh
A hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years ago

SITTING ON THE ICE

Now here's a new amusement that is getting all the rage

You'll find that it's good exercise for folks of every age

Now I go there most every night and sometimes take the wife

I've never had so many ups and downs in all my life.
Since I've been sitting on the ice in the ice rink

Sitting on the ice with my skates on

It's the finest fun I've ever had, stick it on the ice and it’ll never go bad.
There's lots of nice young ladies, and how I like to tease ‘em

If they don't give way or say O.K. I stick 'em on the ice and freeze 'em.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

We had some fun on the run in a one-horse open sleigh.

Last night I went out walking with a pretty little miss

She said "I like you very much" and gave me one big kiss.
She was a pretty little blonde and not so very old.
She let me hold her in my arms and 'by gum' she was cold

'Cause she'd been sitting on the ice in the ice rink,
Sitting on the ice with her skates on.
Oh how hot she must have felt
I sat her on the ice and the ice began to melt.
She was so young and pretty, what a blow that fall had dealt her

For we couldn't pick her up in the ordinary way, we had to bring a fire and melt her



Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

We had some fun on the run in a one-horse open sleigh.

Last night I went out for a drink down to the Cherry Tree

I didn't go there by myself, I took some pals with me.

We landed home at half past two, I rang the front door bell.
The wife said "Where've you bin" and I said "you can go to... bed"

'Cause I've been sitting on the ice in the ice rink,
Sitting on the ice with my skates on.

It's the finest fun I've ever had, stick it on the ice and it'll never go bad

Now the button’s bust off my trousers, I got into such a tangle.
I said "Heaven help the sailors on a night like this, And never let your doo-dah’s dangle."

'TIS A GIFT TO BE SIMPLE
(instrumental)