Biografía:
June Tabor (born 31 December 1947 in Warwick, England) is considered one of the foremost English folk singers of her generation. Aside from her highly-acclaimed solo music career, she has also combined her talents with greats such as Maddy Prior (as one half of Silly Sisters), Martin Simpson, Elvis Costello and Oysterband. In 2004, and again in 2012, she was named Folk Singer of the Year at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards. In 2011 the album "Ragged Kingdom" by June Tabor & Oysterband was named "Album of the Year" in the fROOTS critics poll.
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Otras canciones:
- A Proper Sort Of Gardener
- Bonny Bunch Of Roses
- Bonny May
- Cold And Raw
- Fair Margaret And Sweet William
- I Love My Love
- Lord Maxwells Last Goodnight
- No Mans Land Flowers Of The Forest
- Now Im Easy
- Reynard The Fox
- Scarecrow
- Soldiers Three
- Streets Of Forbes
- The Auld Beggarman
- The Dancing
- The Earl Of Aboyne
- The Fair Maid Of Islington
- The Grey Funnel Line
- The Old Garden Gate
- Turn Of The Road
- Unicorns
- Where Are You Tonight
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm x2
[Verse]
F#m
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
Bm F#m7 Bm
And all his nobles with him
F#m
Sad was the heart of his lady fair
Bm F#m7 Bm
Because she could not go with him
[Verse]
D F#m7
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
Bm F#7
And all his nobles with him
Bm F#m
Better he had stayed at home
Bm F#m7 Bm
Or taken his lady with him
[Verse]
F#m
And as she walked out upon the green
Bm F#m7 Bm
Among the gentlewomen
F#m
Sad was the letter that came to her hand
Bm F#m7 Bm
That her lord was wed in London
[Verse]
F#m
And as she looked over the castle wall
Bm F#m7 Bm
She saw two boys a-running
F#m
“What news, what news, my bonny little boys
Bm F#m7 Bm
What news have you of London?”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh, good news, good news, my lady gay
Bm F#7
For the Earl of Aboyne is coming
Bm F#m
And ere he's within two miles of your walls
Bm F#m7 Bm
You hear his bridles ringing”
[Verse]
F#m
“Oh, my groom's all be well in call
Bm F#m7 Bm
And happy all days are shining
F#m
Oh, gone are days spent on the stays
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming
[Verse]
F#m
“And my mate's all be well in call
Bm F#m7 Bm
And happier flowers are shining
F#m
And cover the stair with herbs sweet and fair
Bm F#m7 Bm
And the floors with the finest linen
[Verse]
F#m
“And deck my body in the finest array
Bm F#m7 Bm
My hood of the brightest linen
F#m
And my apron shall be of the good silk cloth
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming”
[Verse]
D F#m7
So stately she stepped down the stair
Bm F#7
To see if he was coming
Bm F#m
And her gown was of the good green silk
Bm F#m7 Bm
Trimmed with her red silk trimming
[Verse]
F#m
She's called to Kate, her waiting maid
Bm F#m7 Bm
And Jean, her gentlewoman
F#m
“Come fetch me a glass of the very best wine
Bm F#m7 Bm
To drink his health, he's coming”
[Instrumental]
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
D F#m7 Bm F#7
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
[Verse]
F#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
Bm F#m7 Bm
Says, “Welcome for your coming”
F#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
Bm F#m7 Bm
Says, “Thrice welcome from London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh, if I be of this welcome as you say
Bm F#7
Then kiss me for my coming
Bm F#m
For tomorrow should have been my wedding day
Bm F#m7 Bm
If I'd stayed any longer in London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
Oh, she's turned then around with a look of distaste
Bm F#7
Says, “Woe's me for your coming
Bm F#m
Since tomorrow should have been your wedding day
Bm F#m7 Bm
Then go kiss your whore in London”
[Verse]
F#m
“My nobles, all come, mount your steed
Bm F#m7 Bm
I'm sorry for my coming
F#m
Tonight we shall lie at the bonny Bogie's side
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since tomorrow the course is to London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh Tom, my man, run after him
Bm F#7
And beg him to take me with him.”
Bm F#m
“Oh, I've asked him once and I've asked him the more
Bm F#m7 Bm
And it's never a mile you'll ride with him.”
[Verse]
F#m
Then a year and a day she lived in woe
Bm F#m7 Bm
And the doctors they were dealing
F#m
Until at last her heart it broke
Bm F#m7 Bm
And letters were sent to London
[Verse]
F#m
When he saw the letters all edged in black
Bm F#m7 Bm
Oh, he's bound to grievest weeping
F#m
“Oh, she is dead that I loved best
Bm F#m7 Bm
And I had but a heart in keeping.”
[Verse]
F#m
There were fifteen of the noblest lords
Bm F#m7 Bm
That London could provide him
F#m
From their hose to their hat, they were all dressed in black
Bm F#m7 Bm
To mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine
[Verse]
D F#m7
And the farther he rode the sorer he wept
Bm F#7
For he had but a heart in keeping
Bm F#m
“Oh, sooner I had lost all the lands of Aboyne
Bm
Than my bonnie Peggy Irvine.”
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm x2
[Verse]
F#m
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
Bm F#m7 Bm
And all his nobles with him
F#m
Sad was the heart of his lady fair
Bm F#m7 Bm
Because she could not go with him
[Verse]
D F#m7
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
Bm F#7
And all his nobles with him
Bm F#m
Better he had stayed at home
Bm F#m7 Bm
Or taken his lady with him
[Verse]
F#m
And as she walked out upon the green
Bm F#m7 Bm
Among the gentlewomen
F#m
Sad was the letter that came to her hand
Bm F#m7 Bm
That her lord was wed in London
[Verse]
F#m
And as she looked over the castle wall
Bm F#m7 Bm
She saw two boys a-running
F#m
“What news, what news, my bonny little boys
Bm F#m7 Bm
What news have you of London?”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh, good news, good news, my lady gay
Bm F#7
For the Earl of Aboyne is coming
Bm F#m
And ere he's within two miles of your walls
Bm F#m7 Bm
You hear his bridles ringing”
[Verse]
F#m
“Oh, my groom's all be well in call
Bm F#m7 Bm
And happy all days are shining
F#m
Oh, gone are days spent on the stays
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming
[Verse]
F#m
“And my mate's all be well in call
Bm F#m7 Bm
And happier flowers are shining
F#m
And cover the stair with herbs sweet and fair
Bm F#m7 Bm
And the floors with the finest linen
[Verse]
F#m
“And deck my body in the finest array
Bm F#m7 Bm
My hood of the brightest linen
F#m
And my apron shall be of the good silk cloth
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming”
[Verse]
D F#m7
So stately she stepped down the stair
Bm F#7
To see if he was coming
Bm F#m
And her gown was of the good green silk
Bm F#m7 Bm
Trimmed with her red silk trimming
[Verse]
F#m
She's called to Kate, her waiting maid
Bm F#m7 Bm
And Jean, her gentlewoman
F#m
“Come fetch me a glass of the very best wine
Bm F#m7 Bm
To drink his health, he's coming”
[Instrumental]
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
D F#m7 Bm F#7
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
[Verse]
F#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
Bm F#m7 Bm
Says, “Welcome for your coming”
F#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
Bm F#m7 Bm
Says, “Thrice welcome from London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh, if I be of this welcome as you say
Bm F#7
Then kiss me for my coming
Bm F#m
For tomorrow should have been my wedding day
Bm F#m7 Bm
If I'd stayed any longer in London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
Oh, she's turned then around with a look of distaste
Bm F#7
Says, “Woe's me for your coming
Bm F#m
Since tomorrow should have been your wedding day
Bm F#m7 Bm
Then go kiss your whore in London”
[Verse]
F#m
“My nobles, all come, mount your steed
Bm F#m7 Bm
I'm sorry for my coming
F#m
Tonight we shall lie at the bonny Bogie's side
Bm F#m7 Bm
Since tomorrow the course is to London”
[Verse]
D F#m7
“Oh Tom, my man, run after him
Bm F#7
And beg him to take me with him.”
Bm F#m
“Oh, I've asked him once and I've asked him the more
Bm F#m7 Bm
And it's never a mile you'll ride with him.”
[Verse]
F#m
Then a year and a day she lived in woe
Bm F#m7 Bm
And the doctors they were dealing
F#m
Until at last her heart it broke
Bm F#m7 Bm
And letters were sent to London
[Verse]
F#m
When he saw the letters all edged in black
Bm F#m7 Bm
Oh, he's bound to grievest weeping
F#m
“Oh, she is dead that I loved best
Bm F#m7 Bm
And I had but a heart in keeping.”
[Verse]
F#m
There were fifteen of the noblest lords
Bm F#m7 Bm
That London could provide him
F#m
From their hose to their hat, they were all dressed in black
Bm F#m7 Bm
To mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine
[Verse]
D F#m7
And the farther he rode the sorer he wept
Bm F#7
For he had but a heart in keeping
Bm F#m
“Oh, sooner I had lost all the lands of Aboyne
Bm
Than my bonnie Peggy Irvine.”
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