CP: Carole Pegg; RT: Radik Tülüsh; RP: Richard Partridge; DW: Dan Wilde; KH: Ken Hill

See CD booklet for explanations of songs.

1. A GAY GOSHAWK (Words & Melody: C. Pegg)

A gay goshawk came to my window sill,

The snow it fell fast and the stars stood still,

‘Oh, won’t you take me in from the storm,

Won’t you take me between your sheets so warm?’

Gold was the colour of his wings so fair,

His eyes they were bold and of silver so clear,

As I laid his brown body upon the pillow,

He became a man, live as a willow.

‘Don’t breathe a word, don’t scream, don’t shout,

Or I’ll turn the whole world round about,

I’ll lay the moon flat on the land,

Twist a rope out of flying sand.’

Whispering women say I have been beguiled,

Now the deed’s done, she must care for the child,

Jasmine’s the colour of his hair,

A nut brown boy with a silvery stare.

The night has gone and the seasons slip by,

Knowing seducers still give me the eye,

But on cold winter’s evenings alone I walk,

I watch and I pray for my gay goshawk.

CP: vocals, fiddle; RT: Tuvan igil, dünggür shamanic drum, borbangnadyr and sygyt throat-singing; RP: double bass

2. THE TREE OF LIFE (BEN’S SONG) (Words & Melody: C. Pegg)/ Oscar’s Tune (C. Pegg)

Mary sits on a mountainside, combing out her curls,

Only one on the earth and her tears made the rivers of the world,

Tears made the rivers of the world.

‘What’s the use in being so fair when there’s no one to see?’

Prayed to the Lord above: ‘Won’t you send a mate for me?

Send a mate for me.’

Mary went a’ rambling, Mary went a’ scrambling, to see what she could see,

Over the hill, a’ shuffling and shaking, comes a big fat tree,

Comes a big fat tree.

‘Oh, I am the tree of happiness. I am the tree of life,

I will show you the way. You are to be my wife,

You are to be my wife’.

‘Oh no’, she cried, ‘oh no’, she cried, ‘this can never be’,

‘I’m so young and beautiful and you’re just a tree,

You’re just a dirty old tree.’

She became a snow white dove and flew into the sky,

He took up a ball of mud and hit her in the eye,

Hit her in the eye.

It bounced into the universe and so became the moon,

As the branches pulled her down, she fell in a swoon,

She fell in a swoon.

Fruit came from the branches, birds came from the trunk,

All the creeping creatures came, from where the roots had sunk,

From where the roots had sunk.

Ten thousand years he held her there, ‘Til her belly grew big and round,

And she gave birth to the peoples of the earth, the tree they danced around,

The tree they danced around.

From a branch they made a bow, from a twig they made a flute,

From the bark they made a fiddle, from the trunk they made a lute,

From the trunk they made a lute.

They clapped and stamped upon the earth, sang praises from the heart,

They danced to the beat of the tree of life, the music then did start,

The music then did start …..

CP: vocals, fiddle; RT: Tuvan igil fiddle, shoor end-blown flute; RP: viola

3. THE LADY & THE WELL (Words & Melody: C. Pegg)

The lady she sits on the side of the hill,

Watching the mist rise o’er the rhines from the sea,

Surrounded by silence, she made for the tower,

To the gods of old, she made her plea:

‘Oh, bring me a lad with hair like the sun,

And face as fair as an apple on a tree,

Oh, bring me a lord, with rings on his fingers,

In a year and a day, I will give him to thee.

The mist it did rise ‘til it swirled at her feet,

And she seemed on an island in the middle of the sea,

Above her the sky, endlessly reaching,

Beneath her no sign of the land could she see.

Then a silvery shaft shattered the gloom,

Filling a niche in the side of the well,

Showing a sluice that held back the water,

Trembling, she heard the sound of a bell.

Slowly, slowly, the mist it did clear,

‘Til in the distance a lad she spied,

Velvet his eyes and hair like the sun,

Three ladies in white were at his side,

The lad appeared to be in a dream,

As smiling he told her of her charms,

The days slid by as they laughed in the heather,

With teazles in her hair, she tumbled in his arms.

She told of the thorn that would blossom in winter,

They laughed in the ferns and the leaves as they fell,

But sometimes at night along the road from the marshes,

The black mounds of peat seemed like an army from hell.

She watched with alarm the approaching midsummer,

Laughed at her fears as the mist it did rise,

Searched in vain for her love that was missing,

Saw the silver beam come from the skies.

Running and tripping she came to the well side,

The night was black as any crow,

The sluice was pulled, the well it was full,

The three white ladies sat in a row.

With trembling fingers she tore at the water,

Tried to hold back the icy flow,

Then watching she saw her fair face did wrinkle,

And her hair turn the colour of muddy snow.

The lady she sits on the side of the hill,

She stares at the sun, counts the stars in her pain,

She waits for the mist to rise over the rhines,

She waits for the bell to sound, once again.

CP: vocals, fiddle, demchik Buddhist finger cymbals; RT: dünggür shamanic drum; kargyraa throat-singing; RP: bowed double bass; DW: acoustic guitar; KH: 1973 fender bass.

4. THE ROVING GYPSY/ GYPSY HARRIS’ TUNE (Trad/ Trad)

I was born on the road when me mother was hawking pegs,

And I’ve been a roving Gypsy since I learnt to use me legs,

All I ask for is to wander and to let the world go by,

And I’ll be a roving Gypsy now until the day I die.

Chorus: Just give me the open road and I’ll travel to the end,

Let me wander round the corner, let me travel round the bend,

With me wagon and me horses, me fiddle and me wife,

I’ll be a roving Gypsy now ‘til I wear out me life.

They tell me I should change my ways and learn to settle down,

They would root me in a factory, they would cage me in a town,

Let me live in open country, let me see a starry sky,

And I’ll be a roving Gypsy now until the day I die.

I can catch meself a rabbit, I can catch meself a hare,

And a partridge or a pheasant, I can find them anywhere,

Oh, the way I gets me livin’ the city never understands,

For no matter where I wander, I can still live off the land.

A wild rabbit he is never tamed, he’s born to wander free,

And, like a soaring seagull, he’s a rover same as me,

Oh life to them is freedom, just the same as I,

And I’ll be a roving Gypsy now until the day I die.

CP: vocal, fiddle; RT: Tuvan igil fiddle, shoor flute, sygyt throat-singing; RP: viola

5. FLASH COMPANY/ TURUG BAZHY (Trad/ Trad)

Oh once I loved a young man as I loved my life

To keep him in flash company has ruined me quite,

Has ruined my life, like a great many more,

If it hadna been for flash company, I should never been so poor.

Chorus: So it’s take the yellow handkerchief in remembrance of me,

Tie that round your neck my love in your flash company

Flash company’s been the ruin o’ me like a great many more,

If it hadna been for flash company, I should never been so poor.

Oh once I had a colour as red as a rose,

Now my colour has changed, love, like the lily that grows,

Like a flower in the garden with me colour all gone,

Don’t you see what I am coming to for love of that one.

Oh it’s fiddling and a’dancing, sure it was my delight,

Flash company’s been the ruin of me, the ruin of me quite,

Flash company’s been the ruin of me like a great many more,

If it hadna been for flash company, I’d never been so poor.

So come all you pretty fair young maids take a warning by me,

Never build your nest my love in the top of a tree,

For the green leaves will wither and the branches will decay,

And the beauty of a fair young maid will soon fade away.

CP: vocals, fiddle; RT: vocals, Tuvan igil fiddle, borbangnadyr and sygyt throat-singing.

6. THE FACTORY GIRL (Words: Trad adapt. C. Pegg, Melody: Trad)/ Jinny’s Jig (C. Pegg)

As I went a’walking one fine summer’s morning,

The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing,

The lads and the lasses in couples were sporting,

Going back to the factory, their work to begin.

I spied one among them, she was fairer than any,

Her cheeks like red roses, jet black were her curls,

Her skin like the lily that grows in the valley,

Oh she was a hardworking factory girl.

I stepped up to her more closely to view her,

Saying ‘Beauty like this could bring you great fame’.

She said: ‘I am Jane Dear of the bold Linby miners,

I’m a factory girl and I think it no shame.’

‘I have land, I have houses adorned with ivy,

I have gold in my pocket and silver as well,

And if you will go with me, I’ll make you a lady,

No more will you answer the factory bell.’

‘Oh money and temptation ruined many a nation,

There’s many a girl, would go and be glad.

But I love my Harry of Hucca’s Halh valley,

He’s a Butler’s Hill hosiery factory lad.

So away with your gold, your land and your houses,

In Hucknall and Linby are my kith and kin,

And when work is out, I meet with my Harry,

He holds me close and calls me his Jin.

Oh my Harry is sweet, my Harry is handsome,

Proud as a peacock and fit for a king,

Though his father don’t like me, his mother she slights me,

He’ll wed his factory girl in the spring.

With me shoes of fine leather and hat full of feathers,

We’ll dance to the fiddle of my uncle Jim,

I’ll sport with my Harry, together we’ll tarry,

Then go back to the factory, our work to begin.’

CP: vocal, fiddle; RT: Tuvan igil fiddle, shoor flute; sygyt throat-singing.

7. I AM HARE (Melody & Words: C.Pegg)/ Hare in the Corn (Trad)

Chorus: I am Hare.

I can save your soul and bring you life,

I can steal your spirit and bring you strife,

For - I am Hare.

With mortar and pestle, Moon Hare sounds

Your time on earth with every pound,

Riding the rhythms, you will hear,

A silvery sound, soft but clear, singing:

Heavenly Hare springs from her form,

Carrying the light of the Spirit of Dawn,

Drumming and dancing, circling the earth,

Scattering moonbeams, bringing rebirth, singing:

Leaping and creeping, Mountain Hare,

Last in the corn when the reapers appear,

Dodging old Gos, swooping higher,

Racing with the hounds, flaunting the fire, singing:

When the moon is dark, Ghost Hare’s about,

Don’t try to follow, don’t try to shout,

My shape I change, a last farewell

To those I love, only they can tell, singing:

Wise all- knowing, Boudica’s Hare,

Leapt from her bosom, into the air,

Bucking and weaving, her battle plan drew,

For Iceni’s victory, the Romans she slew, singing:

When Noah found a leak, Lady Hare

Plugged it with her body to do her share,

‘Fine Jack’ Hare, all alone,

Gave birth to ‘Sally’ and both went home, singing:

Chorus: We are Hare.

We can save your soul and bring you life,

We can steal your spirit and bring you strife,

For - We are Hare.

CP: vocals, fiddle, guitar; RT: Tuvan 4-string byzaanchy fiddle, dünggür shamanic drum, Ken’s 1973 fender jazz bass; RP: ukulele, viola

8. OCHY BALA (Words & Melody: C. Pegg)

Lady of the Mountains,

Turn your face to me,

I’ve travelled the seven continents,

I’ve travelled the seven seas

Spirit of the Altai,

Touch me across the years,

Teach me your ancient ways,

Help me stem your people’s tears.

Chorus: Rise up Ochy Bala,

Who slaughtered Khan Tadi,

Born of the sun and the moonlit land,

You set your people free.

Angel of the Altai,

Spirit of the Land,

Princess of the Plateau,

Raped by a foreign hand,

Elks and griffons gambol

On the canvas of your skin,

Free to dance while others glance

At the prison that you’re in.

Priestess of the people,

Two thousand years you lay in grace,

In your woollen gown and long felt crown.

Frozen in time and space.

Spirit of the Altai,

Your land is torn with rage,

That so highly born you were rudely torn,

From your ancient resting place.

Chorus: Rise up Ochy Bala,

Who slaughtered Khan Tadi,

Born of the sun and the moonlit land,

You set your people free.

Rise up Ochy Bala, eezi of the land,

Rise up Ochy Bala, take your sword in hand,

Rise up Ochy Bala, your grazing herds still roam,

Rise up Ochy Bala, rise up, and come back home.

CP: vocals; RT: vocals, khomys jaw’s harp, kargyraa throat-singing

9. NOTTINGHAM TOWN (Words & Melody: C. Pegg)/MR BAKER’S TUNE (Trad)

In Nottingham town, a fog in the air,

It was the time of the old Goose fair,

A lady was walking as she made her way,

She met an old man, she met an old man,

These words to her did say.

‘Oh you seem so young, and you seem so gay,

It’s a shame I know that I should you stay,

With your long black hair and your voice so free,

But your time has come, love, your time has come

And you must away with me.’

Oh the lady did weep and the lady did moan:

‘The path is so steep and I’m all alone,

The night’s so black, love, and I cannot see,

Oh won’t you wait, sir, oh won’t you wait,

And come again for me?’

‘Beneath my coat, see what I hold,

A bow of silver, a fiddle of gold,

These will guide you and show you the way,

Through the darkest night, love, through the darkest night

Until the break of day.

She played for the lords of the earth and air,

For those who laugh and those who despair,

With a fiddle of gold and a silvery bow,

For very life, love, for very life,

She played both long and low.

She played for the souls of the craftsmen of old,

Lace makers, miners and blacksmiths so bold,

For the forests of Sherwood and Trent water deep,

For very life, love, for very life,

She played for their dancing feet.

When morning broke, a song in the air,

‘You shall have your fun at the fair’,

A gentle breeze in her hair,

And when she turned, love, and when she turned,

He was no longer there.

CP: vocals, fiddle; RT: shoor flute, kargyraa throat-singing; RP: double bass; DW: acoustic guitar