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Wild Roving No More
02:55
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2. |
Red Rockin' Chair
03:26
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Well I ain't got no use / Ain't got no use for that red rockin' chair / I got no sugar baby now / Got no sugar, honey baby now
Well I laid her in the shade. / I laid her in the shade I gave her every dime I made. / What else could a poor boy do? / What else could a poor boy do.
Well who will call me honey? / Who will call me honey and who will sing that song? / Who will rock the cradle when I'm gone? / Who will rock the cradle when I'm gone?
I'll rock the cradle. / I'll rock the cradle and I will sing that song. / I will rock the cradle when you're gone. / I will rock the cradle when you're gone.
Well I ain't got no use / Ain't got no use for that red rockin' chair / I got no sugar baby now / Got no sugar, honey baby now
Well I ain't got no use / Ain't got no use for that red rockin' chair / I got no sugar baby now / Got no sugar, honey baby now
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Courtin' In the Kitchen
03:43
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4. |
The Black-Eyed Girl
04:11
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There once was a girl that I loved so well / She lived with her parents and sisters three. / My intentions were pure, my advances were tame, / But the heart of this young maid I struggled to gain.
And those black eyes have gone from me, oh the girl I loved so well!
I courted her long and I gazed in her eyes / But they always seemed to look down to the side. / Our love, she explained, it could never be, / For she'd given her hand to a sailor at sea.
The news came one morning her sailor at sea / Had married a lass in the Caribee. / Her heart it was broken and she flew away / And she swore she'd not stop while there's light in the day.
Her mother and sisters were all kind to me / But nothing could tear me from my grief. / Seeing them there did only awake / More feelings of loss that she'd left in her wake.
Next morning early I'll set out to start / To find this girl and to win her heart. / Though mountains are tall and the oceans have tides, / The tides may be strong and the rivers be wide...
But I'll find her, where she has gone. She's the girl I love...
And those black eyes have gone from me, She's the girl I love so well!
She's the girl I love so well.
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5. |
Song of Sacrifice
04:23
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6. |
Si Bheag, Si Mhor
02:12
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7. |
After the Rain
02:49
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8. |
Whiskey in the Jar
03:16
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9. |
There Were Roses
05:32
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10. |
Come Thou Fount
04:15
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Ben-David Warner Charlottesville, Virginia
Ben-David Warner is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, and songwriter with roots in Celtic, Classical, and Folk music. He was a member of the band Scythian for 4 years. He plays a mix of Irish, Old-Time, and Original music.
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