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Jump Down, Turn Around. Kisses Sweeter Than Wine. Likes Likker Better Than Me. Little Sod Shanty. Lord Of The Dance. Mountain Dew a. My Old Kentucky Home. Nine Hundred Miles. Nine-Pound Hammer. O Death Ralph Stanley version. I Want To Break Free. I Will Survive. I'm Gonna Be Miles. I'm Not The Only One. I'm Still Standing. I've Just Seen A Face.
If I Didn't Love You. If Love Was A Train. In The Midnight Hour. In The Summertime. Is That Love? It Must Be Love. It Must Have Been Love. It's A Heartache. It Ain't Me, Babe. It's Different For Girls. It's So Easy. It's Too Late. Jennifer Juniper.
Jenny Dreamed Of Trains. Johnny B. Joy To The World. Jug Band Music. Jump Into The Fire. Jumpin' Jack Flash. Just What I Needed. Keep On Truckin'. Keep Yourself Alive. Kid About It. Killer Queen.
Killing Me Softly. King Herod's Song. King Of California. King Of Pain. King Of The Road. Knock Three Times. Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand. Lady D'Arbanville original version. Lady Madonna. Land Of Oden. Last Boat Leaving. Lawyers, Guns And Money. Lay Down Sally. Lay Down Your Pain.
Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon. Leader Of The Band. Leather And Lace. Leaving On A Jet Plane. Less Than Zero. Let The Good Times Roll. Let Your Love Flow. Let's Twist Again. Life Is A Long Song. Life Is A Rock. Life On Mars. Life's Been Good. Listen To The Music. Living In The Past. The Locomotion. Locomotive Breath. Long Black Veil. Long, Cool Woman. Longer Boats. Lookin' Out My Back Door. Looking Out For Number One. Lorelei lyrics onlys. Losing My Religion.
Louie, Louie. Love In An Elevator. Love Is All Around. Love Me Two Times. Love Potion No. Love The One You're With. Lover's Cross. Make Me Smile. Man On The Moon. Man Out Of Time. Manic Monday. Martha, My Dear. Mary Jane's Last Dance. Maxwell's Silver Hammer. Mean Mr.
Mellow Yellow. Bob had the song from George Attrill, road-mender of Fittleworth in Sussex. George was a completely natural and unaffected singer. He stood there in his shirt-sleeves and braces, shoulders squared and head tilted slightly back, and sang out loud and bold. His words were clear and a strong West Sussex accent made all his songs a joy to hear.
I wrote it in or 84 during my brief sojourn in Newcastle on Tyne. Given time, I hope to post all of those here.
This is certainly not the end of the blog, but I will no longer be maintaining a strict weekly publishing schedule. So, if you want to be sure of never missing a post, do subscribe using the tools on the right. I have to say, starting up this blog was one of the best decisions I ever made. Also, a couple of years previously, I had had a medical problem with my throat, which prevented me from singing for the best part of a year.
I was am afraid that the problem might return, and I wanted to document my repertoire while I could. Primarily for my own benefit, but also for my children, and for posterity — whether or not posterity was remotely interested. So thank you, everyone who has had nice things to say.
So, what have I learned? But that turned out just to be whetting our appetite for the riches which the Full English archive would offer. The Bodleian, too, has expanded and improved its Broadside Ballad site. My heartfelt thanks to all the people involved in building and updating these sites. And a massive thank you to Reinhard Zierke, whose Mainly Norfolk site is normally my first port of call when researching a song if only because it always provides me with a Roud number and a link to the Full English , and whose comments here have been unfailingly constructive and helpful.
Then give the old bounder some more. Three men discuss various local issues over a pint of beer and a cigarette at the Wynnstay Arms in Ruabon, Denbighshire, Wales. Clearly, it was not only in Sussex that this refrain was used in such a way. On Mudcat , Robin Turner no relation, as far as I know recalls. As a lad in the late s and early 50s, I was taken to many concerts of the Ullswater Pack, in pubs such as the White Lion Patterdale, and the Travellers rest at Glenridding….
Many of the tunes I still recall, and I particularly recall the enthusiastic and knowledgeable audience participation at these concerts. Old, old songs belonging to the early Victorian age were given by soldiers who had great emotion and broke down sometimes in the middle of a verse. There were funny men dressed in the Mother Twankey style or in burlesque uniforms who were greeted with veils of laughter by their comrades. Here the refrain is.Walter "Furry" Lewis (– ) personified the relaxed and intimate character of the early blues. A master of multiple guitar techniques, he was most notably an impressive bottleneck guitarist who echoed his vocal phrasings with an expressive set of sliding notes. He was able to give his.