Two Songs Of England

Volume 1
Where We Begin
Eye and Ear
Industry
From Town and City
Travellers Tales
What Celia Sees
Daniel Defoe 1660-1731
William Camden 1551-1623
The Mysteries Of London
The Life of a Coster Girl
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Further Notes From The Midlands
Lichfield Miscellanies
Seven Strong Spires
Before Us Stands Yesterday
Albion Band 1998 - 1999
London Calling
Stuart Hibberd 1893 - 1983
John Logie Baird 1888 - 1946
Are You Sitting Comfortably?
Ghosts and Marvels
Casting the Runes
An Episode Of Cathedral History
The Tractate Middoth
More Ghosts and Marvels
Negotium Perambulans
Venus
Musicks
Dulce Et Decorum Est
War Requiem
Poems by Wilfred Owen
"They called it Passchendaele"
1914
Other Poets 1914 - 1918
C.S. Lewis: A Letter
C. S. Lewis 1898 - 1963
Joyce Grenfell 1919 - 1979
An Interview With Richard Thompson
BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2006
Horkstow Grange
The Radio Ballads
Two Songs Of England
A Band For England
Waterloo Sunset
Vashti Bunyan
Just Another Diamond Day
David Gilmour
On An Island
Live From An Island
Where We Start

The Copper Family Website

The Old Songs
(Bob Copper and Peter Bellamy)

Oh, you may moan, with plaintive tone, your gormless modern tune,
But I will roar along the shore beneath a blood red moon,
And songs that Nelson's sailors sang shall ring across the wave,
And a fifty thousand sailor men will join the chorus brave --
A chorus brave and tarry that savours of the sea,
And a fifty thousand sailor men will rise to sing with me.

Cho: The old songs, yes, the old songs, that gave our fathers joy --
     The songs they sang till the welkin rang when Nelson was a boy.

Or in the dusty sunlit barn, a farmer's song I'll sing,
A country rhyme to a rhythmic time, of flails do pump and swing,
Full up and down the threshin' floor to win the golden grain,
And a fifty thousand thresher men will join the bold refrain --
A bold refrain and fearless that's springs from English soil,
And a fifty thousand thresher men will join my song of toil

Or in the depths of cellar cool, reclining for a bench,
When I've dispersed an honest thirst that ale alone can quench,
I'll wake the vaulted echoes wide in praise of barley-brew,
And a fifty thousand drinking men will join the chorus true --
A chorus true and hearty, of hops and barley malt,
And a fifty thousand drinking men will prove they're worth their salt

They will echo onward down the years and never, ever fade,
For fifty thousand singing men will never be afraid
For to raise their lusty voices, their spirits to revive,
And tell to all eterni-tie, "We're glad that we're alive."

As sung by Peter Bellamy on
"Songs an' Rummy Conjurin' Tricks,"
Fellside Records. FSC. 5
 (cassette)

The New St. George
(Richard Thompson)
 

The time has come for action
Leave your satisfaction
Can't you hear St. George's tune
St. George's tune is calling you on?
Freedom was your mother
Fight for one another
Leave the factory, leave the forge
And dance to the new St. George

Don't believe pretenders
Who say they would defend us
While they flash their teeth and wave
The other hand is being paid
They choke the air and bleed us
These noble men who lead us
Leave the factory, leave the forge
And dance to the new St. George

The fish and fowl are ailing
The farmer's life is failing
Where are all the backroom boys?
The backroom boys can't save us now
We're poisoned by the greedy
Who plunder on the needy
Leave the factory, leave the forge
And dance to the new St. George

As sung by Richard Thompson on
Henry the Human Fly
Island Records ILPS-9197/IRSP-20 1972 

Wake The Vaulted Echoes

albion miscellanies volume 1
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