X:1
T:1. Yonder Stands A Lovely Creature
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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Z:Transcribed by Lewis Jones and Simon Furey
A A B c | e e (d/c/) B | e B B G | A B F2 |$ 
w: 1.~Yon-der stands a |love-ly crea-*ture, | Who she is I | do not know; |
F G/A/ B c | B E C E | F (G/A/) B c |[M:2/4] B F | |1-5 [M:4/4] E2- E z :|6 HE4|]
w: I'll go and court her | for her beau- ty | Let her _ an- swer | "yes" or | "no." _ |way.
T: - 
W: 2. Madam, I am come to court you, 
W: If your favour I can gain:
W: First your hand, love, then your welcome, 
W: P'rhaps that I'll not come again.
W: 
W: 3. Madam, I have gold and silver;
W: Madam I have house and land;
W: Madam, I have the world of pleasure, 
W: All to be at your command.
W: 
W: 4. What care I for gold and silver?
W: What care I for house and land?
W: What care I for the world of pleasure,
W: So long as I've got a nice young man?
W: 
W: 5. Ripest apples soonest rotten,
W: Hottest love, it soon gets cold;
W: Young men's words are soon forgotten,
W: So pray, young man, don't speak too bold!
W: 
W: 6. After nettles then come roses,
W: After night then in comes day;
W: After false love then a true love,
W: So we pass our time away.



X:2
T:2. A Blacksmith Courted Me
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~A _ | black-smith court-ed | me nine long | months and | bet-ter, He_ |
A2 F2 B2 B2 | E4 F3 G |[M:2/4] c3 B |[M:4/4] G2 F4 E2 |$ 
w: stole my heart a- | way, wrote to | me a | let-ter, His |
FF F2 e2 f2 | c6 (FG) |  A2 B2 e2 (cB) | A2 B4 e !courtesy!^d |$
w: ham-mer all in his | hand he_ | looked so brave and_ | cle- ver, And if |
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w: I was with my | love, I would | live for | e-ver._2.~My_  | o-ther._ |
T: - 
W: 2. My love's gone across those fields with his cheeks like roses;
W: My love's gone across those fields gathering sweet posies,
W: I fear the scorching suns will shine and spoil his beauty,
W: And if I was with my love I would do my duty.
W: 
W: 3. Strange news is come from abroad, strange news is carried;
W: Strange news is come to tell that my love is married.
W: There is no truth in man, nor in father nor in brother
W: And since I have lost my love I will seek no other.



X:3
T:3. Sowing The Seeds Of Love
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~I_ | sow- ed the seeds of | love, It will | blos- som all in the _ | spring, It will |
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w: blos-som in A-pril, in | May, and in June, When the | small_ birds do sweet-ly | sing. 2.~My_ | mine. |
T:-
W: 2. My gardener was standing by;
W: I asked him to choose for me.
W: He chose me the lily, the violet and pink;
W: Each of them I refused all three.
W: 
W: 3. The lily I did not like
W: Because it does fade so soon.
W: The violet and pink I did both overlook
W: And so now must bide till June.
W: 
W: 4. In June there's a rosy bud,
W: And it runs all over me;
W: Oft times I've been kissed by those red rosy lips
W: Till I gained the green willow tree.
W: 
W: 5. The willow tree will twist
W: And the willow tree will twine,
W: And I wish that I was in that young man's arms
W: That has stolen this heart of mine.



X:4
T:4  A Lawyer He Went Out
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~A | law-yer he went | out one day, A- | ri-ding through the | ci-* ty, It was |
e2 c d3 c2 B |$ (AB)c (E2 D) C2 D |[M:6/8] EEE E2 D |[M:9/8] (A2 G) A3-A z z |1-4 [M:6/8] z3z2 E :|5 z3 z3|] %9
w: there he met with a | hand-*some maid,_ And he | thought her so sweet and | pret-* ty._ | 2.~"Good |
T:-
W: 2. "Good morning to you, pretty maid, 
W: "Oh whither are you going?" 
W: "I'm going a-down yonder meadow", she said, 
W: "where my father is a-mowing."
W: 
W: 3. "I'll take you up to London town, 
W: "and all such lovely places.
W: "I will not be busked into a silken gown, 
W: "gold rings, gold chains and laces."
W: 
W: 4. "I'll have none of your London town, 
W: "nor any other places.
W: "I will busk you into a silken gown, 
W: "gold rings, gold chains and laces."
W: 
W: 5. And now she is a poor man's wife,
W: Her husband dearly loves her
W: And she lives a sweet and contented life;
W: There's no lady in town above her.



X:5
T:5. Come My Own One.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~"Come my | own one, come my | fond one, Come my | dear-** est  un- to | me, Will you |
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w: wed a poor _ | sail- or lad That has | just re- turned _ from | sea?"||
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w: 2.~"You are | rag-ged, love, you are | dir-ty love, And your | clothes-** smell  much of | tar, So be- |
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w: gone you sau-cy | sail-or boy, So be- | gone you_ Jack | Tar"|
T:-
W: 3. "If I'm ragged, love,if I'm dirty, love,
W: "And my clothes smell much of tar,
W: "I've silver in my pocket, love, 
W: Bright gold in great store."
W: 
W: 4. As soon as she heard him say so
W: Down on her bended knees she fell.
W: "I will wed my dear Henry,
W: "For I love a sailor lad well."
W: 
W: 5. "Do you think that I am foolish, love?
W: "Do you think that I am mad?
W: "To wed a poor country girl
W: "Where no fortune is to be had?"
W: 
W: 6. "I'll across the briny ocean
W: "Where the meadows are green,
W: "And since you refuse the offer, love,
W: "Some other girl shall wear the ring."
W: 
W: 7. "I'm frolicsome, I'm easy,
W: "Good tempered and free.
W: "I don't give a single pin, my boys,
W: "What the world thinks of me."



X:6
T:6. The Cuckoo.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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Z:Transcribed by Lewis Jones and Simon Furey
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w: 1.~The | cuck-oo is a | mer-ry bird, she | sings as she | flies, She | brings us good_ |
(E/^F/) G A | D !courtesy!=F E | D2 (A/B/) | c (c/B/) A | c (c/B/) A | d A D |$
w: ti-*dings and | tells us no | lies; She_ | sucks the_ sweet | flow- ers_ to  | make her sing |
G2 ^F/G/ | A A (G/^F/) | (E/^F/) G A | D !courtesy!=F E |1-3 D3- | D z A :|4 D3- | HD2 |] 
w: clear, And she | ne-ver sings_ |"cuck-*oo" till | sum-mer is | near._ 2.~Oh, | way_ |
T: - 
W: 2. Oh, meeting is a pleasure, but parting a grief;
W: An inconstant lover is worse than a thief;
W: For a thief will but rob you and take all you have,
W: But an inconstant lover will bring you to the grave.
W:
W: 3. The grave it will rot you and bring you to dust;
W: There is not one in twenty young men girls can trust;
W: They will kiss you and court you and swear to be true,
W: And the very next moment they'll bid you adieu.
W:
W: 4. Come all you young women wherever you may be;
W: Build never your nest in the top of a tree;
W: For the leaves they will wither, the branches decay
W: And the beauty of fair maids will soon fade away.



X:7
T:7. A Brisk Young Sailor Courted Me.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~A | brisk young sail-*lor | court-ed me, He | stole a-way_ my |
d2 c B2 B | (B c) d e d e | (c B) c (G F) E |
w: li-ber-ty, He | won_ my heart with a | free_ good-will,_ He's |
F2 G B c B |1-3 G2 F E3- |[M:3/4]E z G [M:6/4] :|4  G2 F E3- | E z z z3 |]
w: false, I know, but I | love him still._ 2.~There | he loves me,_ |
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W: 2. There is an alehouse in yonder town
W: Where my love goes and sits him down.
W: He takes another girl on his knee,
W: And don't you think that's a grief to me?
W: 
W: 3. A grief to me! I'll tell you why: 
W: Because she has more gold than I.
W: Her gold will waste and her beauty blast
W: And she'll become like me at last.
W: 
W: 4. Oh what a foolish girl was I
W: To give my heart to a sailor boy.
W: A sailor boy although he be
W: I love him better than he loves me.



X:8
T:8. Seventeen Come Sunday.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~As | I walked out one | May morn-ing, one | May morn-ing so | ear-*ly, As |
A F D F | A A E E | A A B d | [M:3/2] (c3/2 B/) A z (c3/2 d/) |$
w: I walked out one | May morn-ing, one | May morn-ing so | ear-*ly, I_ |
[M:2/2] e e c d | [M:3/2] e e A2 (E3/2 F/) | [M:2/2] !courtesy!=G G A F/E/ | D2 E2 |$ 
w: o-ver-took a | hand-some maid, just_ | as the sun was a- | ris-ing, |
A F D2 | A A/F/ E2 | A A B/c/ d/B/ |1-4 (c3/2 B/) A A :|5 (c3/2 B/) HA2 |] %17
w: Rue dal day, | Fol did-dle day, | Right fol did-dle dod-dle | di-*do. 2.~Her | di-*do. |
T: -
W: 2. Her shoes were bright, her stockings were white and her buckles shone like silver;
W: Her shoes were bright, her stockings were white and her buckles shone like silver;
W: She had a black and a rolling eye and her hair hung down to her shoulder
W: Rue dal day, fol the diddle day,
W: Right fol diddle doddle dido.
W: 
W: 3. "Where are you going, my pretty maid, where are you going, my honey?"
W: "Where are you going, my pretty maid, where are you going, my honey?"
W: She answered me right cheerfully, "On an errand for my Mammy."
W: Rue dal day, fol the diddle day,
W: Right fol diddle doddle dido.
W: 
W: 4. "How old are you, my pretty maid, how old are you, my honey?"
W: "How old are you, my pretty maid, how old are you, my honey?"
W: She answered me right cheerfully, "I am seventeen come Sunday."
W: Rue dal day, fol the diddle day,
W: Right fol diddle doddle dido.
W: 
W: 5. And now she's with her soldier lad, where the wars they are alarming.
W: And now she's with her soldier lad, where the wars they are alarming.
W: And the drum and the fife are her delight and a merry man in the morning.
W: Rue dal day, fol the diddle day,
W: Right fol diddle doddle dido.



X:9
T:9. Roving In The Dew.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~"Where are you go- ing to, | my pret- ty fair _ maid, | Red ro- sy cheeks and|coal- black hair?"_ | "I'm going a milk- ing,|
w: 2.~"What is your fath-er, then, | my pret- ty fair _ maid, | Red ro- sy cheeks and|coal- black hair?" "My | fa-ther's a farm-er, |
w: 3.~"What is your moth-er, then, | my pret- ty fair _ maid, | Red ro- sy cheeks and|coal- black hair?" "The | wife of my fath-er, |
w: 4.~"May I come along with you, | my pret- ty fair _ maid, | Red ro- sy cheeks and|coal- black hair?"_  | "Just as it please you, |
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w: kind sir," she an- swered me, "For | rov- ing in the dew makes the | milk- maids fair."_ | milk-maids fair."_
w: kind sir," she an- swered me, "For | rov- ing in the dew makes the | milk- maids fair."_ | milk-maids fair."_
w: kind sir," she an- swered me, "For | rov- ing in the dew makes the | milk- maids fair."_ | milk-maids fair."_
w: kind sir," she an- swered me, "For | rov- ing in the dew makes the | milk- maids fair."_ | milk-maids fair."_ 5.~"Sup- |
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w: pose I ran a- way from you, | My pret-ty fair_maid, | Red ro-sy cheeks and | coal-black hair?" "The
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w: de-vil may run af-ter you, | I will stand and laugh at you,  For | rov-ing in the dew makes the| milk-maids fair." |



X:10
T:10. The True Lover's Farewell.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~"Oh_ | don't you_ see__ the | lit-tle tur-tle dove, That's_ | sit-ting on yon-*der_ |
w: 2.~"Oh,_ | fare you_ well,__my | own_ true_ love, Oh_ | fare you_ well_ for a |
w: 3.~"Shall the | stars fall_ from__ the | skies,_ my_ dear, Or the | rocks melt_ with_ the_ |
c6- c3 (c2 d) | e3 (d2 e) (c2 d) e2 G | (G2 A) (B2 G) F3 E2.-E. |$ 
w: tree_ And_ | mak-ing_ moan_ for its | own_ true_ love, As_| 
w: while;_ And_ | I will_sure-*ly re- | turn_back a-gain If I |
w:  sun?_ I will ne-ver be false_ to the girl_ of my heart Till_
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w: I shall do_ for_ | thee, my dear,_ As_ | I shall do_ for_ | thee?"_|
w: go ten thou-*sand a- | mile, my dear,_ If I go ten thou-*sand a-| mile."_ |
w: all these things_ be_ | done, my dear,_ Till_ all these things_ be_ done."_ |



X:11
T:11. Tarry Trowsers.
C:George Butterworth (1912) "Folk songs from Sussex."
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w: 1.~One fine morn- ing as | I was walk- ing, The | wea- ther _ be- ing | bright and clear, I|
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w:o- ver- * heard a | ten- der moth- er | Talk- ing to her daugh- ter | dear._ |
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W: 2. "Daughter, I would have you marry,
W: "No longer lead a single life".
W: "Oh, no," said she, "I'd rather tarry
W: "For my jolly sailor bright."
W: 
W: 3. "Sailors, they are given to roving,
W: "Into foreign parts they go;
W: "Then they leave you broken-hearted,
W: "Full of sorrow, grief and woe."
W: 
W: 4. "Mother, would you have me wed a farmer,
W: "Take from me my heart's delight?
W: "Give me the lad whose tarry, tarry trowsers
W: "Shine to my eyes like diamonds bright."