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The Unquiet Grave

by Mother of Order

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Lyke Wake Dirge 03:16
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This one night, this one night Every night and all Fire and fleet and candle light And Christ receive thy soul When thou from hence away are past Every night and all To Whinny moor thou comes at last And Christ receive thy soul If ever thou gavest hosen and shoes Every night and all Sit thee down and put them on And Christ receive thy soul If hosen and shoes thou never gave none Every night and all The whinnies shall prick thee to the bare bone And Christ receive thy soul From Whinny moor when thou mayst pass Every night and all To brig of dread though comes at last And Christ receive thy soul From brig of dread when thou mayst pass Every night and all To purgatory fire thou comes at last And Christ receive thy soul If ever thou gavest meat or drink, Every night and all The fire shall never make thee shrink; And Christ receive thy soul If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st none, Every night and all The fire will burn thee to the bare bone; And Christ receive thy soul This one night, this one night Every night and all Fire and fleet and candle light And Christ receive thy soul
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Bonny Bows of London 04:42
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There were two little sisters a-walking alone Hey the gay and the grinding Two little sisters a-walking alone By the bonny bonny bows of London And the eldest pushed her sister in Hey the gay and the grinding Pushed her sister into the stream By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she pushed her in and she watched her drown Hey the gay and the grinding Watched her body floating down By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she floated up and she floated down Hey the gay and the grinding Floats till she come to the miller's dam By the bonny bonny bows of London And out and come the miller's son Hey the gay and the grinding Father dear here swims a swan By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh they laid her out on the bank to die Hey the gay and the grinding Fool with a fiddle come a-riding by By the bonny bonny bows of London And he took some strands of her long yellow hair Hey the gay and the grinding Took some strands of her long yellow hair By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made some strings from this yellow hair Hey the gay and the grinding Made some strings from this yellow hair By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone Hey the gay and the grinding Made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made a fiddle out of her breastbone Hey the gay and the grinding Sound would pierce the heart of a stone By the bonny bonny bows of London The only tune the fiddle would play Hey the gay and the grinding Was the bonny bonny bows of London By the bonny bonny bows of London So the fool's gone away to the king's high hall Hey the gay and the grinding There was music dancing one and all By the bonny bonny bows of London And he laid this fiddle all down on a stone Hey the gay and the grinding Played so loud it played all alone By the bonny bonny bows of London It sang yonder sits my father the king Hey the gay and the grinding Yonder sits my father the king By the bonny bonny bows of London And yonder sits my mother the queen Hey the gay and the grinding How she'll grieve at my burying By the bonny bonny bows of London And yonder she sits my sister Anne Hey the gay and the grinding She who drowned me in the stream By the bonny bonny bows of London
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The Unquiet Grave 03:19
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Cold blows the wind to my true love and gently drops the rain I only had but one true love and in greenwood she lies slain I'll do as much for my true love as any young man may I'll sit and mourn al-grave for a twelve-month and a day When the twelve months and one day was past the ghost began to speak: "Why sit thou'st here a-grave and will not let me sleep?" "There's one thing that I want sweetheart, there's one thing that I crave And that is a kiss from your lily white lips then I'll go from your grave" "My lips they are as cold as clay my breath smells earthy strong And if you kiss my cold clay lips your days they won't be long Go fetch me water from the desert and blood from out of stone Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast that a young man never had known" 'Twas down in Cupid's Garden where you and I would walk The finest flower that ever I saw is Dm] withered to a stalk The stalk is withered and dry sweetheart the flower will ne'er return And since I lost my one true love what can I do but mourn? "When shall we meet again sweetheart? When shall we meet again?" "Ere the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again" "When shall we meet again sweetheart? When shall we meet again?" "Ere the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again"

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Lyke Wake Dirge is an old West Riding song about the journey to the afterlife, Bonny Bows of London is a supernatural tale of sibling murder and haunted fiddles, and The Unquiet Grave is a love song between a man and his dead beloved.

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released October 28, 2020

Cath Rogan - Vocals, Ukulele
Martin Hall - Vocals, Ukulele, bass
Gráinne Hall Rogan - Chimes

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Mother of Order England, UK

Mother of Order were Cath Rogan and the late Martin Hall. Born from shared politics, shared concerns and a general anarcho- syndicalist outlook on life.

They write and sing songs of industry and songs of love.

Their first album, Warp and Weft is songs of and about the Lancashire Cotton Famine.

They also have a repertoire of bawdy folk songs and modern material with a folk twist ... more

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