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I Want to Die Easy
02:48
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I want to die easy when I die
I want to die easy when I die
I want to die easy when I die, shout salvation as I fly
I want to die easy when I die
I want to see my mother when I die
I want to see my mother when I die
I want to see my mother when I die, shout salvation as I fly
I want to die easy when I die
I want to see my father when I die
I want to see my father when I die
I want to see my father when I die, shout salvation as I fly
I want to die easy when I die
I want to see Jesus when I die
I want to see Jesus when I die
I want to see Jesus when I die, shout salvation as I fly
I want to die easy when I die
I want to die easy when I die
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Lord Randall
09:14
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Oh where have you been, Lord Randall my son,
Oh where have you been, my handsome young one?
I’ve been to the wildwood, mother make my bed soon
For I’m weary with hunting and I fain would lie down.
Where did you get dinner, Lord Randall my son,
Where did you get dinner, my handsome young man?
I dined with my true love, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m weary with hunting and I fain would lie down.
What did you eat for your dinner, Lord Randall my son,
What did you eat for your dinner, my handsome young man?
I had eels boiled in broth, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m weary with hunting and I fain would lie down.
What’s become of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall my son,
What’s become of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?
They swelled and they died, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m weary with hunting and I fain would lie down.
I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randall my son,
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man.
Oh yes I am poisoned, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at my heart and I fain would lie down.
What will you leave for your father, Lord Randall my son,
What will you leave for your father, my handsome young man?
My castle and land, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at my heart and I fain would lie down.
What’ll you leave for your mother, Lord Randall my son,
What’ll you leave for your mother, my handsome young man?
My gold and my silver, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at my heart and I fain would lie down.
What’ll you leave for your true love, Lord Randall my son,
What’ll you leave for your true love, my handsome young man?
I’ll leave her hellfire, mother make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at my heart and I fain would lie down.
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3. |
Everlasting
03:51
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Edward
07:14
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How came that blood on your shirtsleeve? Pray my son tell me
It is the blood of the old gray horse who plowed the field for me
It is much too red for the old gray horse, pray my son tell me
It is the blood of the old gray hound, who run the fox for me
It is much too red for the old gray hound, pray my son tell me
It is the blood of my brother-in-law who went away with me
And what will you do now, my love? Pray my son tell me
I’ll set my foot on yonder ship and I’ll sail across the sea
And it’s when will you be back my love? Pray my son tell me
When the sun sets yonder in the east, and that will never be
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5. |
Doxology (I)
01:12
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6. |
(A Still, Small Voice)
02:57
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Lord Bateman
20:45
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Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
He thought himself of a high degree,
He could not rest nor be contented
Till he’d sailed upon the old salt sea.
O he sailed east and he sailed to the westward,
He sailed all over to the Turkish shore,
There he was caught and put in prison
Never to be released any more.
There grew a tree inside of this prison,
There grew a tree both broad and high.
And there they took and bound him prisoner
Till he grew weak and like to die.
Now the Turk he had one only daughter
And she was fair as she could be,
She stole the keys to her father’s prison
And declared Lord Bateman she’d set free.
She took him down to the deepest cellar,
She gave him a drink of the strongest wine;
She wrapped her loving little arms around him,
Crying, O Lord Bateman, if you were mine.
They made a vow, they made a promise,
For seven long years for it to stand;
He vowed he’d marry no other woman,
She vowed she’d marry no other man.
Well, seven long years has come and gone,
Seven years felt like twenty-nine;
It’s she’s packed up all of her gay clothing
And declared Lord Bateman she’d go find.
Well, she sailed east and she sailed to the westward,
She sailed all over to the English shore;
She rode till she came to Lord Bateman’s castle
And she summonsed his porter down to the door.
Oh is this not Lord Bateman’s castle,
And is his Lordship not within?
Oh yes, Oh yes,” cried the proud young porter,
He’s just now bringing his new bride in.
Go bid him to send me a slice of bread,
Go bid him to send me a drink of wine,
And not to forget the Turkish lady
That freed him from his close confine.
What’s the news, what’s the news, you proud young porter,
What’s the news, what’s the news, that you brung to me?
There stands a lady outside of your castle,
She’s the fairest one I ever did see.
“She has got a gold ring on every finger,
And on one finger she has got three,
And enough gay gold all around her middle
As would buy Northumberland of thee.
She bids you to send her a slice of bread,
She bids you to send her a drink of wine,
And not to forget the Turkish lady
That freed you from your close confine.
Lord Bateman he pounded his fist on the table,
And he broke it in pieces one two three,
Saying I’ll forsake all for the Turkish Lady,
She has crossed that old salt sea for me.
O up now spoke that new bride’s mother,
She never was known to speak so free,
Well, what’s to become of my only daughter,
She has just been made a bride to thee.
O I’ve done no harm to your only daughter,
And she is the none of the worse for me;
She rode here on a horse and saddle
And she shall leave in coach aree.
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Doxology (II)
00:35
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise father, son and holy ghost
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