2 - Mary Morison 5 - Stanley's Song For The Women 8 - They Sent A Wumman 9 - One May Mornin' 14 - My Mother's Sewing Machine Mary Morison Verses: Robert Burns Tune: Duncan Davison Arrangement: Enoch Kent O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure The lovely Mary Morison Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the townh, I sigh'd, and said among them a' "Ye are na' Mary Morison". O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison ======================= My Mother's Sewing Machine Tune: A Man's A Man (trad.) Lyrics/Arrangement: Enoch Kent I'd sit and watch my Mother's feet upon the cast iron treadle Of the Singer sewing machine and see the silver dancing needle As it chased around the button holes and around the pockets Then made lapels and collar for my Father's good tweed jacket I read in the news the other day Singer is closing the door They won't make Singer sewing machines but they'll make missiles for the war They can't make profit from machines upon the sweat shop floors They're not interested in piece goods now - tae hell wi' peace, make war I'd sit and watch my Mother's feet upon the cast iron treadle Of the Singer sewing machine and see the silver dancing needle Skip around the pinafores and petticoats with laces Then put an edge on a kitchen towel to make wash cloths for our faces Mahatma Ghandi, a man of peace once said that in his time No better invention had ever been made to benefit mankind Now Ghandi's dead and little progress made to united ununited nations And Singer is quietly goin' tae work upon annihilation I'd sit and watch my Mother's feet upon the cast iron treadle Of the Singer sewing machine and see the silver dancing needle Sew pillow slips and sisters' shirts and mend a little tear Or shorten, pleat and take up hems for the younger ones to wear The sewing machine, the sewing machine A girl's very best friend If my Ma didn't have that sewing machine We'd have come tae a no good end Now Singer is going to make machines And billions will be spent To make sure that somebody and his Ma Come tae a no good end I'd sit and watch my Mother's feet upon the cast iron treadle Of the Singer sewing machine and see the silver dancing needle That made the clothes for all of us, clothes for son and daughters Now Singer is going to make machines that only can cause slaughter I'd sit and watch my Mother's feet upon the cast iron treadle Of the Singer sewing machine and see the silver dancing needle ======================= Stanley's Song for the Women Lyrics/Music: Enoch Kent In muddy farms and courtrooms, in palaces and jails On battlefields and city squares, history tells the tale Of the fight for basic freedom and how many people fell For the right of men and women just to be themselves It's hard to learn from history when you don't know all the facts And just to let us be ourselves seems such a normal act When I delved into the books and saw what women had to bear Thank God I wasn't one of them, thank God I wasn't there I never was a virgin buried alive beneath the sod To bring a better harvest or appease another's God I never had a baby squatting in a farmer's ditch And I never died by dunking to prove that I never was a witch I wasn't drowned in the Yangtzee's muddy stinking swirl For being born without a penis, just being born a girl My feet were never bound until my arches broke I wasn't burned at the stake in France in hellish fire and smoke My tongue was never cut out for speaking out of place In the presence of my tribal chief and looking him in the face I wasn't sold into a harem to lead a life of doom I never had a bastard child condemned within my womb They never hanged me by the thumbs and beat me with a lash Just because I dropped my veil in front of a lower class I was never made to marry at the tender age of nine And I never saw my daughter become a concubine I never wore a chastidy belt and endured the running sores I wasn't raped by prison guards then accused of being a whore They never stoned me in the square for touching a holy book An abortionist never killed me with a rusty wiry hook The history I was taught at school didn't tell the worst Of how being born a woman a person could be cursed And the right to her own body taken clean away By a court, a church, a government That history's still with us today =============== They Sent A Wumman Lyrics/Music: Nancy Nicolson Ah sent for the doctor, Ah telephoned the day The doctor wis an affa time a-comin Ah sent for the doctor, bit sorry for tae say A doctor never came, they sent a wumman But Ah let her make me better Then Ah asked her could she no get intae nursin Ah sent for the doctor, bit when she went away Ah couldnae understan why she wis cursin Ah sent for the pilot, Ah telephoned the day The pilot wis an affa time a-comin Ah sent for the doctor, bit sorry for tae say A pilot never came, they sent a wumman But she roared off an she soared off Then in she came an made a perfect landin Bit why she simply widnae juist hae been an air hostess Ah've got tae say is past ma understandin Ah sent for the polis, Ah telephoned the day The polis wis an affa time a-comin Ah sent for the polis, bit sorry for tae say A polis never came, they sent a wumman But she nabbed the boy that grabbed the Payroll fae the office in the High Street But still Ah felt she should be telt it's no lassie's job Ah widnae wint her on the beat in my street Ah sent for the fairmer, Ah telephoned the day The fairmer wis an affa time a-comin Ah sent for the fairmer, bit sorry for tae say A fairmer never came, they sent a wumman Bit her coos were an her soos were The very best, the top of a' the biddin An a' Ah did wis ask her hed her faither steyed at hame The next Ah kent wis Ah wis in the midden So Ah prayed til God Almichty, Ah prayed til him the day The guid Lord wis an affa time a-comin Ah prayed til God Almichty, an Glori-Glori-Ay The Great Almichty came, she wis a wumman An she viewed me, She How-d'ye-do-ed me Said, Ma lad, ye willne listen, ye're no learnin So here's a little lesson, boy, ye're comin back again An this time as a wumman ye're returnin =============== One May Mornin' Lyrics/Music: Trad. Arrangement: Enoch Kent As I roved out one May mornin' One May mornin' quite early I overtook a daughter dear Oh my God but she was bonnie Where are you goin' me pretty maid Where are you goin' me darlin' She answered me quite modestly On an errand for me Mammy How old are you, me pretty maid How old are you, me darlin' She answered me quite modestly I'll be sixteen come Monday mornin' Wid ye fancy a man, me pretty maid Wid ye fancy a man, me darlin' She answered me quite modestly O, I cannot for me Mammy But if ye come tae the house when the moon is bright The moon is bright and clear O I'll slip down and I'll let ye in When me Mammy will not be hearin' O So I went to the house, when the moon was bright The moon was bright as dawnin' She slipped down and she let me in And I rolled in her arms 'til the mornin' At six of the clock the next mornin' We heard the bugles blowin' Meg, the maid, sat up and she said Oh, my God but I am ruined Oh, hold your tongue me pretty maid And from me take this warnin' The fife and the drum, they are my delight I'll be back for yer Mammy in the mornin' 1. I'm A Workin' Chap (4:57) 3. Green Eyes (3:24) 5. The Farm Auction (4:40) 6. Flo'or of Northumberland (3:46) 8. My Father's Cause (3:44)   I'm A Workin' Chap Verses: Trad. with additions by Enoch Kent Tune: Fill To Me The Parting Glass / Arrangement: Enoch Kent I am a workin' chap as you can see and work was what I was born tae dae I am marrit tae a workin' lass and ma family's aye been workin' class And I've never lived above ma means or sought assistance frae ma friens But day and nicht through thick and thin I've been workin' life oot just to keep life in Chorus: Nae maitter friens wate'er befa the poor folk they maun work awa Through frost and snow and sleet and wind, workin' life oot just to keep life in Have ye seen the wummin that mak the gowns for them that live in other parts o' town Well it's a picture sorrowful tae see and I'm sure wi' me ye will a' agree Meagre is their daily pay just tae feed and cled their bairnies wi' They're overworked they're tired and thin, they been workin' life oot just to keep life in Well I hope I huvnae stayed o'er lang or affendit onybody wi' ma sang For I only want't for tae show just how the poor folk ha'e tae go A workin' ma wi' a couple of bairns tae keep them taks a' that he earns He has a willin' heart and a coat gae thin he's been workin' life oot just to keep life in ======================================================= The Farm Auction by: Enoch Kent A rusting tractor on the hill The fence post with the printed bill That said the sale was on until Everything was gone Chorus: The auctioneer comes here today Privacy upon display The highest bidder takes away But they can't take it all The letter came on a Wednesday The bank said that we'd have to pay Or else they'd take the farm away And they said they'd take it all Chorus: There's bone and silver napkin rings Elastic bands 'round spoons and things Tiny fingers held the strings Of that fiddle in the case And there's coffee pots we never used Silver frames a little bruised Around the portraits that amused us In the parlour and the hall Chorus Like fireglow and favorite songs And laughter, they're the things among The memories that still belong Within those empty rooms O remember when the lights were low Pies, balloons and mistletoe Morning sunlight on the snow Who will buy a broken sleigh? Chorus There's a jar of nails and a box of tacks The dining chairs with the wicker backs They're in the garden piled and stacked And being spotted by the rain The auctioneer comes here today Cars line the sidewalk black and grey Children watch the odd display While their mothers touch the lots That are numbered now with coloured tags Books and clothing sold in bags Bout for learning, bought for rags Everything must go Chorus ======================================================= My Father's Cause Farewell tae my father's ancient cause that all men might be free An' Revolution bring the laws and the worker's dignity An' then he died and he left tae me a world I cannae explain Where men plant bombs near children's cots and leave them dead or maimed My father telt me o' the wars that were focht in other lands An' as a young man in a uniform he merched behind the bands An' how they faced the enemy sometimes in a foreign clime My father never turned a gun on children staundin' in a line An' he never blew the legs aff o' their mothers at the shops He never killed a crippled tourist in the back wi' just wan shot An' he never made the daily news or held the world aghast At some bloody mad atrocity, my father never wore a mask My father used tae haud my hand as we went through the park Past the statues tae the heroes no tae murderers in the dark I wonder if we'll ever teach the history by the rule Or shall we jist say that "thou shalt not kill" once a week in a Sunday school An' now I sit beside my child and I try tae answer "why" A rich President would raise the cash so that innocent folk will die I wonder when you join a cause must another man go less free God, I wish my father had had the time tae explain all this tae me ============================================= Green Eyes Tune: Garnet Rogers Lyrics: Enoch Kent O there's some men count their wealth in gold, aye and some in a' their lands Some ha'e their wealth brocht tae them frae the Indies and Japan But nane have seen such beauty as that day on Glesga Green When I saw the fairest o' them a', the lassie wi' the eyes o' green There was music and there were dancers birlin' roon tae the jigs and the reels But a' turned saft and quiet just like corn staunin' in a field And ma heart it near stopped beatin' and a' ma breath came oot in sights When she turn't and look upon me wi' those bonnie bonnie eyes Noo there's braver men than me, even faced wi' a foreign foe But it's funny how my courage grew I just couldnae let her go And so wi' stumbles mixed wi' boldness I said things I never planned And afore the day was o'er I asked the lassie for her hand I said there's richer men than me but nane o' them ha'e a better pay Than tae be wi' a wuman that ye love and see her every day And if ye think the way I do, then I would like ye for my wife And when at last she said she wid I nearly burst wi' pride So noo every year roon August we gae back doon tae the Fair Just tae hear the music, see the dance, and meet our aul' friens there And I think back on that lucky day, aye an' a' the wans atween When I've had ma lassie by ma side, the lassie wi' the eyes o' green ================================================= The Flo'or O' Northumberland Tunes/Lyrics: trad. O the provost's wan dochter she was walkin' alane O and aye but her love it was easy won She heard a Scot's prisoner makin' his moan And she was the flo'or o' Northumberland And it's O gin a lassie wid borra me O and aye but her love it was easy won I wid mak her a lady o' high degree If she'd loosen me oot o' this prison sae strang O noo she has gaen ben tae her faither's bed stock O and aye but her love it was easy won And she's stolen the keys for many brave locks And she's loosened him oot o' that prison sae strang And then she has gane ben tae her faither's stable O and aye but her love it was easy won And she's stolen a horse that was baith fleet and able Tae carry them on tae bonnie Scotland As they were a ridin' across the Scots muirs He said aye but your live it was easy won Get doon frae ma horse, yer a brazen-faced whore And ye'll need tae gang hame tae Northumberland For I ha'e a wife in ma ain country O aye but yer love it was easy won So I cannae dae naithan wi' a lassie like thee So ye'll need tae gan hame tae Northumberland O it's cook in yer kitchen I sharely can be O aye but my love it was easy won Naw, ma lady she widnae hae servants like thee So ye'll need tae gan hame tae Northumberland O laith wis he the lassie tae tine O aye but her love it was easy won So he's hired an auld horse and hired an auld man Tae cairry her hame tae Northumberland O when she gaed in her faither did frown He said aye but yer love it was easy won To gang wi' a Scotsman when you're barely fifteen And ye were the flo'or of Northumberland Och but when she gaed ben her mother did smile She said aye but yer love it was easy won But you're no the first that the Scots have beguiled And you're welcome back hame tae Northumberland An' ye winnae want siller and ye winnae want wine O aye tho' yer love it was easy won Na ye winnae want money tae buy a man wi' And yer stillt he flo'or of Northumberland © Second Avenue Records Site Designed and Created By CBS Group Inc