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Portobello Road
03:30
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Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello road.
You’ll find what you want in the Portobello road.
Rare alabaster? Genuine plaster!
A filigreed samovar owned by the czars.
A pen used by Shelley? A new Boticelli?
The snipper that clipped old King Edward’s cigars?
(Made in Hong Kong, 2 bob a dozen would you say?)
Waterford Crystals? Napoleon’s pistols?
Society heirlooms with genuine gems!
Rembrandts! El Greco’s! Toulouse-Letrec’os!
Painted last week on the banks of the Thames!
Portobello road, Portobello road!
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello road.
You’ll meet all your chums in the Portobello road
There’s pure inspiration in every creation.
No cheap imitations, not here in me store.
With garments as such as was owned by a Duchess.
Just once at some royal occasion of yore.
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Artifacts to glorify our regal abode
Are hidden in the flotsam in Portobello Road
You’ll find what you want in the Portobello Road
Tokens and treasures, yesterday’s pleasures
Cheap imitations of heirlooms of old
Dented and tarnished, scarred and unvarnished
In old Portobello they’re bought and they’re sold
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You gallants and you swaggering blades,
Give ear unto my ditty,
I am a boon companion known
In country, town, and city,
I always lov'd to wear good clothes,
And I ever scorned to take blows,
I am belovèd by all me knows,
But God I've got no money
My father was a man well born,
Who loved to hold his money,
His bags of gold, be would declare
Far sweeter were than honey,
But I, his son, I do let it fly
In tavern and ordinary,
Yes, I am beloved in company,
But God I've got no money.
All parts of London I have tried,
Where merchant's wares are plenty,
The Royal Exchange, and fair Cheapside,
With speeches fine and dainty,
They bid me in for to behold
Their shops of silver and of gold,
That I may choose what wares I would,
But oh I've got no money.
And for my contentment once a day
I walk for recreation,
Saint Paul's, Ludgate, and Fleet Street way;
I gaze an elevation;
Sometimes my humour it is to range
Through Temple, Bank, and New Exchange,
For to view the fashions rare and strange,
But god I've got no money.
all parts of London I have come
Both I and my sweet penny
Got entertainment in the same,
And we won the love of many,
Both tapsters, cooks, and vintners fine,
With other jovial friends of mine,
They do pledge my health in beer and wine,
But God I've got no money.
But never shall I miser be,
While I have life in earth,
I'll spend my money frolickly
In friendship, love, and mirth;
I will drink my fill, I will pay my score,
And I'll eke dispense some of my store,
And to the needy and the poor,
I'll freely give my penny.
Thus to conclude as I began
I wholly am inclin'd,
Wishing each true hearted man,
A faithful friend may find:
And you that my verses stay to hear,
Draw money for to buy my cheer,
The price of it is not too dear,
'T will cost you but a penny
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Flash Company
04:15
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Once I had a colour as red as a rose
Now my colour has fade like the lily that grow
Now my colour has fade like the lily that do grow
And if it wasn't for flash company I should never been so poor.
So you take this yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
And tie that round your neck, my love, in flash company
Flash company's been the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
If it wasn't for flash company I should never been so poor.
Now it's singing and a dancing sure that is my delight
Flash company being the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
Flash company being the ruin of me and a great many more
If it wasn't for flash company I should never been so poor.
Now you take a yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
And tie that round your neck, my love, in a flash company
Now flash company's been the ruin of me and a great many more
If it wasn't for flash company I should never been so poor.
Now its all you little flash girls take a warning by me
And never build your nest my love on the top of a tree
For the green leaves they will wither and the roots they will decade
And the beauty of a fair young maid that will soon fade away
So you take this yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
And tie that round your neck, my love, in your flash company
Flash company's been the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
If it wasn't for flash company I should never been so poor.
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Willow's Song
04:25
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Heigh ho, Who is there?
No one but me, my dear
Please come say, How do
The things I'll give to you
A stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together
Heigh ho, I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll show to you
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight
Fair maid, white and red
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull
And every stroke a bucketful
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Nick Field London, UK
Nick is a singer-songwriter, harpist & performing artist from London. His influences include folk and electronica to create layered and textured worlds of sound.
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