PEACOCK STREET (words, music, ©: Aunt Molly Jackson) As I was a-walking down Peacock Street No clothes on my back, no shoes on my feet. I was cold, I was hungry, it was late in the fall I knocked down some old big shot, took his money, clothes and all. Yeah, I took everything that old big shot had And they called me a robber, they called me bad. They called me a robber, they called me bad But misery and starvation done drove me mad. Chorus Tell me how long must I look for a job? I don't want to have to steal, I don't want to have to rob. They put me in jail for a year and a day For taking all that ol' big shot's money and clothes away. They turned me loose 'bout a hour ago To walk these ol' streets again in the rain and snow. I got no money for room rent, I got nothing to eat You just can't live by walking the street. (Chorus)

HANG ME words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger, Calum and Neill MacColl (long-neck 5-string banjo, C-tuning) supporting vocals: Calum and Neill MacColl My daddy was a gambler, learned me how to play My daddy was a gambler, learned me how to play Said, Son, don't go beggin' while you got your ace and trey. Way down in old Missouri, sick as I could be (2) 'Long comes a letter: Dear Son, come home to me. Well, if I'd a-listened to Momma, I wouldn't been here today (2) But I was young and foolish and easy led astray. So Chorus Hang me, O hang me and I'll be dead and gone Hang me, O hang me, I'll be dead and gone Well, I don't mind hangin' but you lay in the grave so long Lay in the grave so long. Momma and Poppa, little sister make three (2) Marchin' up that hangin' hill for to see the end of me. Go send for my two babies to come and see me die (2) Go send for my two babies for to hang their heads and cry. (Chorus) They'll put that rope around my neck, they'll pull me very high (2) Very last words I'll hear 'em say, Won't be long till he die. (Chorus)

WAGONER'S LAD words, music: traditional USA arrangement, Peggy Seeger and Calum MacColl (2 guitars, one in tuning D-A-D-G-B-E) O hard is the fortune of all womankind They're always controlled, always confined Controlled by their parents until they are wives Then slaves to their husbands for the rest of their lives. O I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me highly by night and by day Now his wagon is loaded and he's goin' away. Your parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor They say I'm not worthy of entering your door But I work for my living, my money's my own And if they don't like me they can leave me alone. Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay Come sit down here by me as long as you may My horses ain't hungry they won't eat your hay So fare you well, darlin', no longer to stay. Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend Come sit down here by me as long as you can My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand So fare you well, darlin', no longer to stand. The heart is the fortune of all woman kind We're always controlled, always confined Controlled by our parents until we are wives Then slaves to our husbands for the rest of our lives.

NAPOLEON words, music: traditional USA arrangement, Peggy Seeger and Calum MacColl (two guitars; backing guitar tuned to open G with strings tuned down a whole tone: C-F-C-F-A-C) Old Boney is away from his warring and his fighting He has gone to the place that he ne'er can take delight in He may sit down and tell of the battles he has been in While forlorn he does mourn on the Isle of St. Helene. No more in St. Cloud is he seen in such splendour Nor follow with the crowds like the great Alexander For the prince of Rome and the young prince of Ghana Say they'll bring their father home from the Isle of St. Helene. The rude rushing waves all around the shores are washing And the wild billows heave and the great rocks are dashing He may look to the moon over great Mount Diana With his eyes on the waves that surround St. Helene. Ye Parliaments of England and your Holy Alliance To the prisoner of war you may now bid defiance For your base intrigues and your baser misdemeanours Have caused him to die on the Isle of St. Helene. Those of ye who have got wealth, pray beware of ambition For but one degree in fate may reverse your condition Be ye steadfast in faith for what is to come ye know not For fear you be betrayed, like him on St. Helene.

MOLLY BOND words, music: traditional USA If all the girls in London City was placed in a row Molly Bond she would glitter like the moon in the snow. She was going to her uncle's when the shower come on. She sat down under a green tree till the shower pass on. Her lover was a hunting, a-hunting for swan In the forest near the green tree when the shower come on. He went on a-hunting, a-hunting in the dark And he shot his own true love and he missed not his mark. With her apron wrapped around her he took her for a swan. But alas, for all sorrow, he shot Molly Bond. Then he ran to his father and threw down his bow Father, dear father, I've shot my dear girl. With her apron wrapped round her I took her for a swan But alas, for all sorrow, I've shot Molly Bond. Down came his father, his hair hangin' grey. Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away. Stay in this county till your trial come on They never would hang you for shooting of a swan. If all the girls in London City was placed in a row Molly Bond she would glitter like the moon in the snow.

ROVING GAMBLER words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger (5-string banjo tuning: lowC-G-middleC-D-middleC) I am a roving gambler, gambled all around Whenever I meet with a deck of cards I lay my money down. I've gambled down in Washingtown, gambled over in Spain I'm on my way to Birmingham to knock down my last game. I had not been in Birmingham many more weeks than three Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl, she fell in love with me. She took me to her parlour, she cooled me with her fan Whispered low in her mother's ear, "I love the gambling man." O daughter, dearest daughter, how could you treat me so To leave your dear old mother, with a gambler go? O mother, dearest mother, you know I love you well But the love I bear for the gambling man no human tongue can tell. I would not marry a farmer, he's always in the rain; The man I want is the gambling man who wears a big gold chain. I would not marry a doctor, he's always away from home All I want is a gambling man, he'll never leave me alone. I would not marry a railroad man, here's the reason why: I never seen a railroad man a-wouldn't tell his wife a lie. I hear the train a coming, coming round the curve A-whistling and a-blowing and a-straining every nerve. Hear the train a-coming, she's coming round the bend Prettiest girl as ever I saw's gone with the gambling man. O mother, dearest mother, forgive me if you can If ever you see me a-coming back it'll be with the gambling man.

NEWLYN TOWN words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger and Neill MacColl In Newlyn Town I was bred and born On Stephen's Green I die in scorn I served my turn at the weaving trade But I always was a roving blade. At seventeen I took a wife I loved her dearly as I did my life All for to keep her fine and gay I went a-robbing on the King's highway. I robbed Lord Gould and I do declare I robbed Lady Mansfield in Grosvenor Square I robbed them all of their gold so bright And I took it home to my heart's delight. To Coving Garden we went straightaway Me and my wife went to the play Ned Fielding's gang there did me pursue Taken I was by that cursed crew. My father cried, I am undone! My mother wept for her only son My darlin' screamed and tore her hair What shall I do? I'm in deep despair. When I am dead and go to my grave A decent funereal let me have Six highwaymen for the carry me Give them broadswords and sweet liberty. Six blooming virgins to carry my pall Give them white gloves and sweet ribbons all When I am gone they will tell the truth Here lies a wild and a wicked youth.

DINK'S SONG words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger and Neill MacColl If I had wings like Norah's dove I'd fly upriver to the one I love Fare ye well, my honey, fare ye well. I got a man, he's long and tall He move his body like a cannonball Fare ye well, my honey, fare ye well. One of these days and it won't be long You'll call my name and I'll be gone Fare ye well, my honey, fare ye well. I went to the river, sat down and cried, Heard you singing on the other side Fare ye well, my honey, fare ye well. Late last night it was drizzling rain Round my heart felt an aching pain Fare ye well, my honey, fare ye well.

LITTLE BIRDIE words, music: traditional USA (banjo tuning from the playing of Roscoe Holcombe, Daisy, Kentucky; from 5th string downward: E-lowC-G-A-D) Little birdie, little birdie, Come sing to me your song; Got a short time to stay here A long time to be gone. Little birdie, little birdie, What makes your wings so blue? It's nothing but that old grievin', Grievin' over you. Little birdie, little birdie, What makes you fly so high? Well, I know that my little lover Is a-waiting in the sky. Well, I'd rather be in deep darkness Where the sun don't never shine, Than for you to be another one's darling And to know that you'd never be mine. Well, I'd rather be a little birdie Sailing over the deep blue sea Than for to be a married girl With a baby on my knee. A married girl sees trouble Single girl sees none. You've caused me so much sorrow Lord, you caused me to do wrong. Fly down, fly down, little birdie, Sing to me your song. O, sing it now while I'm with you I can't hear you when I'm gone.

LET THEM WEAR THEIR WATCHES FINE words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger, Calum and Neill MacColl Worked in a town away down south By the name of Buffalo Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash As we're often called you know. You factory girls who hear this song Will surely understand The reason why I love you so Is I'm a factory hand. I get up early every morn I work all day real hard To buy our little meat and bread Our sugar, tea and lard. We work from weekend to weekend We never lose a day And when that awful payday comes We draw our little pay. We then go home on payday night And sit down in our chair The merchant knocks all on the door He's come to get his share. When all our little debts are paid And nothing left behind We turn our pockets wrong side out But not one penny can we find. Our children they grow up unlearned No time to go to school Almost before they have learned to walk They have learned to spin and spool. The boss man jerks them round and round And whistles very keen I'll tell you what, our factory kids Is really treated mean. We work from weekend to weekend We work from soon to late We got no time to primp and fix Or dress right up to date. The folks in town who dress so fine And spend their money free They won't look at a factory girl That dresses like you and me. As we go walking down the street All wrapped in lint and string They call us fools and factory trash And other low down things. Let them wear their watches fine Their rings and pearly strings But when the day of judgment comes We'll make them share their pretty things.

O, THE WIND AND RAIN words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger and Calum MacColl Early one morning in the month of May O, the wind and rain. Two sisters went fishing on a hot summer's day Cryin' the dreadful wind and rain. Two sweet sisters, side by side O, the wind and rain Both of them want to be Johnny's bride Cryin' the dreadful wind and rain. Johnny gave the young one a gold ring, (etc) Didn't give the older one anything (etc) The sisters went a-walkin' by the water's brim (etc) The older one shoved the younger one in (etc) Shoved her in the river to drown And watched her as she floated down She floated on down to the miller's dam Father, father, there swims a swan The miller ran for his driftin' hook And pulled that poor girl from the brook He laid her on the bank to dry A fiddler man come walkin' by He saw that poor girl lyin' there He took thirty strands of her long yellow hair He made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair, He made fiddle-pegs of her little finger bones He made a fiddle of her little breast bone With a sound that could melt a heart of stone, And the only tune that fiddle could play The only tune that fiddle would play was Yonder's my sister sittin' on a rock Tyin' my Johnny a true-love's knot.

HOME, DEARIE, HOME words, music: traditional USA arrangement: Peggy Seeger, Cary Fridley, John Herrman, Rosemary Lackey, Vollie McKenzie The sailor being weary, he hung down his head, Called for a candle to light him to bed She lit him to bed as a maiden ought to do He vowed and declared she should come to him too. Chorus And it's home, dearie, home, and it's home you ought to be Home once again in your own country Where the oak and the ash and the fine willow tree Are all a-growing greener in the North Amerikee. She jumped in beside him to keep herself warm Thinking, now, a sailor couldn't do her any harm. He hugged her and he kissed and he called her his dear Till she wished the short night had been as long as a year. (Chorus) Early next morning the sailor arose Into her apron he put hands full of gold Saying, 'Take this, my dear, it will pay for milk and bread, It may pay for the lighting of a sailor to bed.' (Chorus) If I have a baby, what am I the worse? I've gold in my pocket, I've silver in my purse, I'll buy me a nurse and I'll pay the nurse's fee And I'll pass for a maiden in my own country. (Chorus) If it be a girl, she can wear a gold ring If it be a boy, he can fight for the king With his little quartered shoes and the roundabout so blue He can walk the quarterdeck the way his daddy used to do. (Chorus)

BRING ME HOME words, music, arrangement, ©: Peggy Seeger administered by Bucks Music (guitar tuning: lowD-G-middleD-G-B-highD) I heard my mother's birthing cry The day that I was born I saw the light in my father's eye And knew that I was home And knew that I was home. My brothers' hands took hold of mine They never did let go When trees were tall - they helped me climb And they always brought me home Even now they bring me home. Songs of love, tales of grace, Of flesh and blood and bone The first time ever I saw his face His heart became my own, Then his heart became my home. Long, long-gone family time Honey on the comb So many treasured hands in mine All those years of home Now all those years are gone. The reaper left an empty chair An endless, silent song I sat and cried on the topmost stair And lost the way back home I lost my way back home. A woman's hand took hold of mine In comradeship - until We poured a glass of sweeter wine And learned to drink our fill O, we drank our fill, Long nights while the watchful moon Lit the shadows in our room All that I have loved so long And the loves that I have known You bring me back where I belong You always take me home Bring me home, bring me home You always bring me home.