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King of the Cats
04:43
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'Mending Wall'
by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
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4. |
The Mending Wall Set
03:49
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5. |
Come with Me
05:25
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Come with Me
by JoAnna Farrer
A maiden fair one windswept night
was walking cross the shore
the stars shone in her raven hair
no wedding ring she wore.
She’d gone into the waves at night
to shed her tears alone
when a ghostly knight on a storm-grey steed,
rode out upon the foam:
CHORUS:
"Will you come with me, my pretty love,
will you ride out to the sea?
To a castle of the deepest blue
where you’ll rule beside me.
For a fairer nor a truer love
these waves have never known
and the tide shall be your bed of gold
where the rivers find their home."
She asked “What could you want with me?
What treasure do you seek?
My heart is broke by another love
no bride’s bed will I keep.
I wander o’er the ragged shore
as restless as the tides,
and my dowry’s but a wounded smile
and everything it hides.”
[CHORUS]
She’s up in to the saddle now
she’s left the barren land,
with none here to remember her,
but just an old grey man -
who lost the love one windswept night
of a quiet maiden fair,
who went out into the dark tide,
with the stars still in her hair...
[CHORUS]
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6. |
The Oyster Wives' Set
03:36
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7. |
The Flying Song
03:23
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The Flying Song
by JoAnna Farrer
Oh I'll go as the wren in Spring
I'll follow as the fair
you'll not know me in sparrow's wing
but you'll know when I'm there!
Oh I'll go as the otter gay
I'll follow you to sea
you'll not find me in Summer sun
but you'll know when I'm there!
[CHORUS]
The cat's paw and the lion's claw
the fed and fattened hen.
The Lady's Glove, the God Above
till I fly home again.
Oh I'll go as the baying hound
I'll follow as the Fall
I'll hunt you through the risen corn
and you'll know when I'm there!
Oh I'll go as the Winter owl
I'll follow as the frost
I'll close your eyes with feather white
and you'll know when I'm there!
[CHORUS]
Then we'll run swift as greyhounds
we'll chase the Raven round!
the Lady's Glove, the God Above
till we fly home again.
[CHORUS]
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8. |
The Charm of the Selkie
07:25
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The Charm of the Selkie
by JoAnna Farrer
A fisher was out, to mend his poor nets
Out in the dark waves, as the sun set.
He came on a white seal: white, wounded fair-seal,
his heart made him carry it home for to heal.
Next day he awoke and his eyes opened wide
Where lain the seal, now a fair maiden sighed
she spoke in a strange voice, spoke in a rare voice,
spoke in a lone voice, and this to him cried:
no spear shall strike you
no sea shall drown you
no thief shall wile you
no man shall harm you
Charms I will sing for you
joys they will bring to you
sweet like the waters
of Sule Skerry
sweet like the waters
of Skerry we knew.
They grew deep in love, and his heart opened wide
Offered his life and would make her his bride
she sang like the wild gulls, far-flying high gulls,
sang like the lost hills, and this to him cried:
No spear shall strike you,
no sea shall drown you,
no thief shall wile you,
no man shall harm you.
Charms I will sing for you,
joys they will bring to you,
sweet like the waters
of Sule Skerry -
sweet like the waters
of Skerry we knew.
No bride would she be, said “What’s captured must flee.”
Promised she’d stay and ne’er stray out to sea.
She kept still her seal-skin, fair lily seal-skin,
kept her white seal-skin, and this to him cried:
No spear shall strike you,
no sea shall drown you,
no thief shall wile you,
no man shall harm you.
Charms I will sing for you,
joys they will bring to you,
sweet like the waters
of Sule Skerry -
sweet like the waters
of Skerry we knew.
With child she now grew, and his mind filled with fear:
stories said no Selkie stayed past a year.
The waves were a torrent, his mind was a torment,
he tore her fair seal-skin, out by the sea.
That evening, no bride came home to his side;
out on the cliffs, a white seal he spied.
The wind sang her mourning,
the moon was a warning
and for the last time, she this to him cried:
No spear shall strike you
no sea shall drown you
no thief shall wile you
no man shall harm you
Charms you will sing for me
sleep you will bring to me
deep like the waters
of Sule Skerry
deep like the waters
of Skerry we knew.
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9. |
Leaving the Shire
04:55
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10. |
Blood of Thy Brother
03:17
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Blood of Thy Brother
Yorkshire traditional (adapted by JoAnna Farrer)
What is that blood on thy shirt-sleeve?
My son come tell it unto me
It is the blood of my dear brother who
I killed under yonder tree
I killed under yonder tree.
What did thou kill thy dear brother for?
My son come tell it unto me
Because he shot three pretty fair birds
that flew from tree to tree
that flew from tree to tree.
What will thou do when thy father’s home?
My son come tell it unto me
I’ll plant my foot on board a ship
and sail across the sea
and sail across the sea.
What will thou do with thy dearest wife?
My son come tell it unto me
She will plant her foot on board a ship
and sail along with me
and sail along with me.
When shall I see thy good face again?
My son come tell it unto me
When the Apple blooms on the Cherry tree
and that will never be
and that will never be.
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11. |
Mistress of Beasts
04:39
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12. |
There Was an Old Man
06:40
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"There Was An Old Man"
by JoAnna Farrer
There was an old man
I met in the Glen
Ohlio - I never saw him again
His form it was strange
his eyes they were white
Ohlio - How I wish I'd not the Sight
There was an old man
I met in the Glen
Ohlio - I never saw him again
He told me my fortune
by leaves that had blown
Ohlio - How I wish I'd never known
He told me I'd weep
He told me I'd moan
He told me I'd die in the Glen all alone.
There was an old man
I met in the Glen
Ohlio - I never saw him again
I said "You old fool,
I'm to marry today,
Ohlio - All in the blessings of May"
He took out a ring
from his shimmering cloak
Ohlio - Oh twas the ring of my love!
There was an old man
I met in the Glen
Ohlio - I never saw him again
He told me he'd slept
on a Hollow high hill
Ohlio - oh how the winds were all still
A maid had come out
and taken him down
and he had dreamed hundreds of years in a day
There was a strange man
I met in the May
He told me with Them
he now had to stay....
So,
There was an old man
I met in the Glen
Ohlio - I'll never see him again
Oh how I have wept
and how I have moaned
and now I will die
in the Glen
all a-lone
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13. |
The Cropper Lads
05:29
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The Cropper Lads
English traditional
Come, cropper lads of great renown,
Who love to drink good ale that’s brown,
And strike each haughty tyrant down
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
CHORUS:
The cropper lads for me,
And gallant lads they’ll be,
With lusty stroke the shearframes broke,
The cropper lads for me.
What though the specials still advance,
And soldiers nightly round us prance,
The cropper lads still lead the dance,
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
[CHORUS]
And night by night when all is still,
And the moon is hid behind the hill,
We forward march to do our will,
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
[CHORUS]
Great Enoch he shall lead the van,
Stop him who dares, stop him who can,
Press forward every gallant man,
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
[CHORUS]
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JoAnna Farrer Vermont
JoAnna’s eclectic musical style encompasses traditional Scottish and Irish music, as well as the Classical music she has
performed professionally since age 7. JoAnna’s debut album, 'Liminal Paths' (Nov 2021) features cellist Natalie Haas and guitarist Yann Falquet.
A Juilliard graduate and current member of the NJ Symphony Orchestra, JoAnna has performed and recorded around the world.
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