As I roved out upon the May morn, to take a pleasant walk

I sat down beside an old stone wall, to hear two lovers talk

To hear what they might say, my dear, to hear what they might say

So that I might know a little more about love, before (that) I might go away

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‘P’ stands for Paddy I suppose, and ‘J’ for my love John

‘W’ stands for false Willy oh, but Johnny is the fairest man,

Johnny is the fairest man, my dear, Johnny is the fairest man

I don’t care what anybody says, my Johnny is the fairest man!

Ah, come and sit beside me love, together on the green,

It’s a long three-quarters of the year or more, since together we have been,

Since together we have been, my dear, together we have been

It’s a long three-quarters of the year or more, since together we have been,

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I’ll go climb a high high tree, and rob a little bird’s nest

And I’ll bring back a pretty little flower to the girl that I love best

To the girl that I love best, my dear, the girl that I love best

Yes, I’ll bring back a pretty little flower to the girl that I love best.

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I’ll not sit beside you now, nor at any other time

For I have heard you love a pretty little chap and your heart’s no longer mine,

Your heart’s no longer mine, my dear, your heart’s no longer mine,

I don’t care what anybody says, your heart’s no longer mine.

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Oh aimez-moi, plaisante brûne
Oh aimez-moi, Oh aimez-moi
Vous aimerez le fils d’un prince
Le fils d’un roi, le fils d’un roi

“Come lie with me, my noble lady

Come lay you down, come lay you down

And win the love of a fine prince

Son of a king, heir to his crown”

“But, gracious lord, how may we ever?

(For) married am I, married am I 

And my good lord, he works in the vineyard, 

And would us espy, would us espy ”

“Then to the wood, my noble lady 

We shall repair, we shall repair 

There slice the head from a green viper 

We shall ensnare, we shall ensnare”

“Then, in a mortar we will grind it 

In muslin we’ll tie, muslin we’ll tie

(And) into a flask of red wine we’ll place it

 Where it may brew and where it may lie”

“And, when your lord, his labours are over

His throat will be dry, throat will be dry

He’ll call for his wine, he’ll call for his brandy

And poisoned will die, poisoned will die”

And, so, this lord did call to his lady

“Bring me red wine, bring me red wine

For my dry lips I surely would wetten

Ere that I dine, ere that I dine”

But up spoke a babe who’d ne’er before spoken, 

Loud he did call, loud he did cry,

“Drink not the wine, my loving father

Else you will die, else you will die!” 

 “Come tell me true, my noble lady, 

This is not so, this is not so, 

Here, take my glass, drink me a health,

That I may know, that I may know”

And as through her lips, the poison passed, 

First, she did trip, then she did fall 

And as her heart did flutter and falter

Soft she did call, soft she did call 

“Oh cursed be thou wilful princeling,

(That) I could not deny, could not deny

For love of you, I brewed this poison,

(And) now I must die, now I must die”

Father, oh Father, just look what you’ve done

You’ve ruined the life of another man’s son

So, where is the justice for what you’ve done wrong?

When they hide you away and they move you along?

Hide you away and they move you along?

Betraying good people that held you in trust

Defiling their children to sate your own lust

Taking confessions, sins petty and small,

And you the very worst sinner of all

And you the very worst sinner of all

They sent you to lie on the therapist’s bed

To “Draw forth the demons that lurk in your head”

They called it addiction, I call it a crime

Without cassock or cottar, you’d surely do time.

Without cassock or cottar, you’d surely do time.

Sent to a parish an ocean away

“Turn a new page”, “start a new day”

A different city, a far distant shore

(And gifted a licence to do it once more

Gifted a licence to do it once more

And those bishops who knew of your evil and shame

Solely concerned to save their own name,

By placing themselves before what was right

Enabled the monster to hide in plain sight

Enabled the monster to hide in plain sight

Father, oh Father, just look what you’ve done

You’ve ruined the life of another man’s son

So, where is the justice for what you’ve done wrong?

When they hide you away and they move you along?

Hide you away and they move you along?

où allez-vous,  la belle, avant soleil levé ?

où allez-vous,  la belle avant soleil levé ?

je m'en vais à la messe (l'avez-vous)

entendue sonner, beau garçon jardinier?

Where do you roam, my dearie, ere the sun is in the sky? 

Where do you roam, my dearie, ere the sun is in the sky? 

Do you not hear the bells that ring so clear?

It’s to mass I’m going now my bonny gardener boy

Then pray hold a while, my dearie, for I would stroll along with thee

Pray hold a while, my dearie, for I would stroll along with thee

And, he’s ta’en her by the milk white hand 

Into the garden midst the roses and the busy bee 

Come pick a rose, my dearie, and that bloom I’ll give to thee

Come pick a rose, my dearie, and that bloom I’ll give to thee

So, she has stooped to pick the pinkest flower

And fell a-weeping midst the roses and the busy bee 

Why do you weep, my dearie, come dry those tears that run so free? 

Why do you weep, my dearie, come dry those tears that run so free? 

I’m grieving for the loss of a tender heart

That’s been stolen midst the roses and the busy bee 

Then, come mourn no more, my dearie, for I’ll I return your heart to thee 

Then, come mourn no more, my dearie, for I’ll return your heart to thee 

My heart is not a loan, passed to and fro,

Like some petty purse of silver, bonny gardener boy

In Sweden, they hide behind pretty blue flowers

In Hungary, a white cross that sits upon green

In Germany, Denmark, it’s sweeping red arrows

Italy’s five shining stars are their screen

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Yet, on they march - increasing in number 

Bells ring out for the danger is clear

Good folks rise - awake from your slumbers

Time is short……and the peril is near

In Greece they believe that their dawn should be golden,

In Poland, an arm and a sword they think true,

In France it’s a torch to which they’re beholden,

In Holland, a bird coloured red, white and blue,

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Bristol, they sport the Wolfangel and Odal,

In Luton, the circle and flash are on show, 

Hooligans mixing their dogma with football,

Dripping their poison wherever they go

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For evil will triumph when the good they stand idle,

As dangerous fools seek to harness this hate,

Prepare the defences, ere this wave proves tidal,

Fight for what’s right, before it’s too late.

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