1. Pastime with Good Company by Henry VIII, 1513

2. an 18th century Broadside Ballad 3. Francis James Child (1825-1896) 4. The Child Ballads 5. Trafc 6. 1970 7. John Barleycorn There were three men came out of the west Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die.They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead.They let him lie for a very long time Till the rains from Heaven did fall, And little Sir John sprung up his head And so amazed them all.They've let him stand till Midsummer's day, Till he looked both pale and wan. And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard And so become a man.They've hired men with the scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knee, They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barbarously. 8. They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him through the heart And the loader, he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart.They've wheeled him around and around a eld, Till they came unto a barn, And there they made a solemn oath On poor John BarleycornThey've hired men with the crab-tree sticks, To cut him skin from bone, And the miller, he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones.And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl And his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl Proved the strongest man at lastThe huntsman, he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly to blow his horn, And the tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots without a little barley corn 9. Simon and Garfunkel 10. 1966 11. Scarborough Fair / Canticle Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Between the salt water and the sea strand, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Remember me to one who lives there.Then she'll be a true love of mine. She once was a true love of mine.Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions) (A hill in the deep forest green)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; (Generals order their soldiers to kill) (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown) And gather it all in a bunch of heather, Without no seams nor needle work,(And to ght for a cause they've long ago (Blankets and bedclothes the child of theforgotten) mountain)Then she'll be a true love of mine. Then she'll be a true love of mine. (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Tell her to nd me an acre of land,Remember me to one who lives there. (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) She once was a true love of mine. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; (Washes the grave with silvery tears) 12. Davy Graham (1940-2008) 13. Bert Jansch (1943- ) 14. Blackwater Side One morning fair I took he air Down by blackwater side twas gazing all al around me The Irish lad I spiedAll through the fore part of the night We lay in sport and play Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying 'Fare thee well todayThat's not the promise that you gave to me When rst you lay on my breast You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the WestWell then go home to your father's garden Go home and weep your ll And think on your own misfortune That you ve brought with your want and will. 15. Led Zeppelin 16. 1969 17. The Pentangle 18. House Carpenter Well I once could have married the king's third son And a ne young man was he But now I'm married to a house carpenter And a noisy old man is he.quot;(but) Will you forsake your house carpenter And a go along with a me I will take you to where the grass grows green On the bank of the river deep.quot;quot;But will you have to maintain me a bound To keep me at in slavery?quot; quot;Well I have seven ships They will soon be at land And they at your command shall be.quot;She took her two babes by the hand And gave them kisses three Said, quot;Stay at home you darling little babes, Keep your father sweet company.quot;Now she dressed herself in her very best Like a high born lady was she She shivered and she shimmered and she proudly stepped As they walked by the banks of the sea 19. Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time Until she wept for sor' quot;I would give all the gold in this round world Just to see my babes once more.quot;Well if you had all the gold and the silver too That ever did cross the sea You never would be at land anymore And your babes you will never more seeWell they hadn't been sailing but a short, short time About two weeks three or four When the ship sprang a leak and they were doomed And they were far away from the shorequot;I see bright hills of heaven my dear Where angels come and go I see bright hills that tell my dear Where you and I must go.quot;quot;Well I wish I was back to my house carpenter I'm sure he would treat me well But here I am in the raging sea And my soul is bound for hell.quot; 20. Fairport Convention 21. 1969 22. Richard Thompson (1949- ) 23. Sandy Denny (1947-1978) 24. Matty Groves A holiday, a holiday, and the rst one of the year Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd quot;Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till lightquot; quot;Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your ngers I can tell you are my master's wifequot; quot;But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornelds bringing the yearlings homequot;And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swamLittle Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying quot;How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?quot; quot;Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleepquot; quot;Well, get up, get up,quot; Lord Donald cried, quot;get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked manquot; 25. quot;Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knifequot; quot;Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very rst blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I canquot;So Matty struck the very rst blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying quot;Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?quot; And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free quot;I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your neryquot;Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall quot;A grave, a grave,quot; Lord Donald cried, quot;to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin 26. Led Zeppelin 27. 1971 28. Battle of Evermore Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. 29. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and y. The sky is lled with good and bad that mortals never know.Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the re at night that lights the face so cold.Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With ames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back... 30. Steeleye Span 31. 1975 32. Hard Times of Old England Come all brother tradesmen that travel along And now to conclude and to nish my song O pray, come and tell me where the trade is allLet us hope that these hard times, gone they will not last long Long time have I travelled, and I cannot nd noneI hope soon to have occasion to alter my song,and sing And sing all the hard times of old England Oh, the good times of old England In old England, very hard timesIn old England, jolly good times! Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true But if you've no money, there's none there for you So what's a poor man and his family to do?You must go to the shop and you'll ask for a job They'll answer you there with a shake and a nod And that's enough to make a man turn out and robYou will see the poor tradesmen a-walkin' the street From morning to night for employment to seek And scarce have they got any shoes to their feetOur soldiers and sailors have just come from war Been ghting for Queen and country this year Come home to be starved, better stayed where they were 33. 1968 34. Koeeoaddi There the natural cards revolve ever changing seeded elsewhere planted in the garden fair grow trees, grow trees tongues of the sheer wind setting you foot where the sand is untrodden, the ocean that only beginslisten a woman with a bulldozer built this house now carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home we were trying to buy it buy it buy it someone was found killed there all bones bones dry bonesearth water re and air met together in a garden fair put in a basket bound with skin if you answer this riddle you'll never beginborn in a house where the doors shut tight shadowy ngers on the curtains at night cherry tree blossom head high snow a busy main road where I wasn't to go I used to sit on the garden wall say hello to people going by so tall 35. hallo to the postman's stubbly skin hallo to the baker's stubbly grin mrs thompson gave me a bear brigitte and some people lived upstairs skating on happy valley pond various ministers and guards stood around the ice was nice hallo the invisible brethren and there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in, don't worry we won't send anyone after you they screamed but me and licorice saw the last of them one misty twisty day across the mournful morning moor motoring away singing ladybird, ladybird what is your wish your wish is not granted unless it's a sh your wish is not granted unless it's a dish a sh on a dish is that what you wishearth water re and air met together in a garden fair put in a basket bound with skin if you answer this riddle you'll never begin 36. The Pogues 37. 1987 38. 1987 39. Fairytale of New YorkThey've got cars big as barsThey've got rivers of gold It was Christmas Eve babeBut the wind goes right through you In the drunk tankIt's no place for the old An old man said to me, won't see another one When you rst took my hand And then he sang a songOn a cold Christmas Eve The Rare Old Mountain DewYou promised me I turned my face awayBroadway was waiting for me And dreamed about youYou were handsome Got on a lucky one You were pretty Came in eighteen to oneQueen of New York City I've got a feeling When the band nished playing This year's for me and you They howled out for more So happy Christmas Sinatra was swinging, I love you babyAll the drunks they were singing I can see a better timeWe kissed on a corner When all our dreams come trueThen danced through the night 40. The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing quot;Galway Bayquot; And the bells were ringing out For Christmas dayYou're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our lastI could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I rst found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you 41.