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Pre-existing songs in These five songs were not written for Engineering Paradise the Musical but were pre-existing traditional or out-of-copyright songs or more recent songs used with the permission of the copyright owners. I would like to have new recordings of these songs on the Soundcloud showcase channel for the project, though since it is easy to find other versions I don't consider this as important as recordings of the original songs. If you would like to have your version of any of these songs featured please email me at David Gardiner to discuss the idea, attaching a music file if you wish. |
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by Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852) Set to a traditional Irish melody called "Aislean an Oigfear" or "The Young Man's Dream" (male voice) 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone All her lovely companions are faded and gone No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead So soon may I follow when friendships decay And from love's shining circle the gems drop away When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone? This bleak world alone John McDermott version The Wagoner's Lad (traditional) (female voice) Oh hard is the fortune of all woman kind. She's always controlled. She's always confined. Controlled by her parents until she's a wife, A slave to her husband the rest of her life. Oh, I'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad. I've always been courted by the wagoner’s lad. He's courted me daily, by night and by day And now he is loading and going away. Oh, my parents don't like him because he is poor. They say he's not worthy of entering my door. He works for a living, his money's his own And if they don't like it they can leave him alone. Oh, your horses are hungry go feed them some hay, And sit down here by me as long as you may. My horses ain't hungry they won't eat your hay, So fare thee well darlin', I'll be on my way. Oh, your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend, And sit down here by me as long as you can. My wagon is greasy, my whip’s in my hand. So fare thee well darling, no longer to stand. Joan Baez version (1961) You Don't Own Me (David White, John Madara) (female voice) You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys And don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say And please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display, 'cause You don't own me, don't try to change me in any way You don't own me, don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay Oh, I don't tell you what to say I don't tell you what to do So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please A-a-a-nd don't tell me what to do Oh-h-h-h don't tell me what to say And please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display I don't tell you what to say Oh-h-h-h don't tell you what to do So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want... Lesley Gore version (1963) The Orange Maid of Sligo (traditional) (female voice) On Ben Bulben's high and lofty heights When evening sun was setting bright It cast a shower of golden light Across the Bay of Sligo A tiny craft with glancing oars And flowing sails, the wind before It drove the tiny craft ashore To this, the Bay of Sligo And at the bow there sat a girl With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls Her tender beauty was like a pearl The Orange maid of Sligo And glancing o'er the vessel's side She saw upon the water's glide An orange lily's golden pride Upon the Bay of Sligo Make haste, make haste and save that flower I prize it more than any other No traitor must have it in his power Around the Bay of Sligo" An Orange youth then with a bow, Did pluck that flower and with a vow Bestowed it on the gentle brow Of the orange maid of Sligo She soon became his bonny bride And oft he thought at evening tide About that lily's golden pride Upon the Bay of Sligo So come all true blues and fill your glass No finer toast could ever pass So here's unto that bonny lass The Orange Maid of Sligo 'Houl Yer Whisht' version The Diggers' Song (attributed to Gerrard Winstanley, c.1650, with two added verses) (mixed trio, two male one female) You noble Diggers all, stand up now, stand up now, You noble Diggers all, stand up now; The waste land to maintain, seeing Cavaliers by name Your digging do disdain, and persons all defame. Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. Your houses they pull down, stand up now, stand up now, Your houses they pull down, stand up now; Your houses they pull down to fright poor men in town, But the Gentry must come down, and the poor shall wear the crown. Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now, stand up now, With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now; Your freedom to uphold, seeing Cavaliers are bold To kill you if they could, and rights from you withhold. Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. The club is all their law, stand up now, stand up now, The club is all their law, stand up now; The club is all their law, to keep poor men in awe; But they no vision saw to maintain such a law. Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. To conquer them by love, come in now, come in now, To conquer them by love, come in now; To conquer them by love, as it does you behove, For He is King above, no Power is like to Love. Glory here, Diggers all, stand up now! The centuries go by, stand up now, stand up now, The centuries go by, stand up now. The centuries go by, but the vision will not die, As to change men’s hearts we try, reason our ally, Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. On a new St. George’s Hill, stand up now, stand up now, On a new St. George’s Hill, stand up now. On a new St. George’s Hill, built with scientific skill, Your words inspire us still, your dreams we’ll yet fulfill. Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. Your vision long delayed, stand up now, stand up now, Your vision long delayed, stand up now. Your vision long delayed, all the plans that you have laid, Will be manifold repaid, let the greedy be afraid, Stand up now, Diggers all, stand up now. 'Chumbawamba' version |
