Ebb n Flow Song Lyrics


I've Endured - Ola Belle Reed

Born in the mountains, many years ago
Climbed these hills and valleys through the rain and snow
I've seen the lightning flashin', heard the thunder roll

I've endured, I've endured, how long must one endure

Barefoot in the summer, on into the fall
Too many mouths to feed, they couldn't clothe us all
Sent to church on Sunday to learn the golden rule

I've endured, I've endured, how long must one endure

I've worked for the rich, I've lived with the poor
I've seen many heartaches and I'll see many more
I've lived loved and sorrowed, been through success's door

I've endured, I've endured, how long must one endure 


Say Darlin Say - Traditional Oldtime

Say little darlin, wont you marry me
Live in a holler neath the old oak tree
Say Darlin Say
Neath the old oak tree we'll make our home
Never more this world to roam
Say darlin say

Oh say little darlin if you were mine
Wouldnt do nothin but starch and iron
Say darlin say
Oh Starch and iron would be your trade
and I'd get drunk and lay in the shade
Say darlin say

Say little darlin wont you marry me
Livin in a holler neath the old oak tree
Say darlin say
Livin in a holler neath the old oak tree
Babies bouncin on daddys knee
Say darlin say

Hush little baby dont say a word
Daddys gonna buy you a mocking bird
Say darlin say
And if that mocking bird dont sing
Daddys gonna buy you a diamond ring
Say darlin say
And if that diamond ring is brass
Daddys gonna buy a you a looking glass
Say darlin say
And if that diamond ring is brass
Daddys gonna buy you a looking glass
Say darlin say
And if that lookin glass gets broke
Daddys gonna buy you a billy goat
Say Darlin Say
And if that billy goat wont pull
Daddys gonna buy you a cart and bull
Say darlin say
And if that cart and bull falls down
You're still the prettiest gal in town
Say darlin say

Say little darlin wont you marry me
Livin in a holler neath the old oak tree
Say darlin say
Livin in a holler neath the old oak tree
Babies bouncin on daddys knee
Say darlin say


Wife of Ushers Well - Traditional / Child Ballad 79

There lived a wife at Usher's Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them over the sea.

They had not been a week from her,
A week but barely one,
Whan word came to the carline wife,
That her three sons were gone.
Chorus:

"I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fashes in the flood,
Till my three sons come home to me,
In earthly flesh and blood."
It befell about the Martinmass,
When nights are long and dark,
The carlin wife's three sons came home,
And their hats were o the birk.

"Blow up the fire my maidens,
Bring water from the well;
For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well."

CHORUS

Up then crew the red, red, cock,
And up the crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
'Tis time we were away.

The cock he hadna crowed but once,
And clappd his wings at a',
When the youngest to the eldest said,
Brother, we must away.

CHORUS

"Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire!"
"I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fashes in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood."


Beside the Sea – Damien Dempsey

When can we go down beside the sea, beside the sea
When can we go down just you and me, just you and me
Warm I am feeling inside your arms, inside your arms
I want to vanish into your charms, into your charms

Travelling out to the sandy coast, the sandy coast
Mountains and valleys revive my ghost, revive my ghost
Go with the river down to the sea, down to the sea
Flow like the river so carelessly, so carelessly

The ocean goes rolling, it rolls to the land
And that's where we meet it, we greet on the sand
And everytime I'm angry the sea gets angry too
And everytime I'm happy the sea is calm and blue

When can we go down beside the sea, beside the sea
When can we go down just you and me, just you and me 


Sugar Babe - traditional

Ain't got no use.
Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair.
I got no sugar baby now.
I got no sugar honey baby now.

I laid her in the shade.
Laid her in the shade, gave her every dime I made.
What else could a poor boy do?
What else could a poor boy do?

Some rounder come along.
Rounder come along with his mouth full of gold.
Rounder stole my greenback roll.
And I got no sugar honey baby now.

Who'll call me honey?
Who'll call me honey and who'll sing this song.
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone.

I'll rock that cradle.
I'll rock that cradle and I'll sing that song.
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.

Ain't got no use.
Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair.
I got no sugar baby now.
Got no sugar honey baby now.


Irish Girl - Traditional

As I roved out one evening down by the river side
A looking all around me an Irish girl I spied
So red and rosy were her cheeks and yellow was her hair
And costly were the robes of gold my Irish girl did wear
Now the first time that I saw my love I was sick and feeling bad
The only request I asked of her was that she might tie my head
I asked if one as bad as me could ever mind again
But love is a sore disorder, did you ever feel the pain

CHORUS

Let the wind blow high and low my boys let the seas run mountains high
It is the seamen’s duty the helm to stand by
My love she’ll not come near me for all the moan I make
And neither will she pity me though my poor heart should break
But if I were of some noble blood and she of a lower degree
She’d hear my lamentation and come and care for me

CHORUS

My only love is fairer than the lilies that do roam
She has voice that’s clearer than any wind that blows
She’s the promise of this country like Venus in the air
And let her go wherever she will, she’s my joy and only dear

CHORUS

And if I were a butterfly I’d light on my love’s breast
And if I were a linnet I’d sing my love to rest
And if I were a nightingale I’d sing till the morning clear
For once I loved her dearly she’s my joy and only dear


Cruel War - Traditional

The cruel war is raging, Johnnie has to fight.
I want to be with him from morning to night.
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so,
won't you let me go with you? No, my love no.

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you, and you must obey.
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so,
won't you let me go with you? No, my love no.

Your waist it is too slender Your fingers nimble and small
Your cheeks they are too rosey to face the cannon ball
Your cheeks they are too rosey, It grieves my heart so
Let me go with you No my love no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing 'll put on,
I'll pass as your comrade as we march along
I'll pass as your comrade noone will ever know,
Won't you let me go with you? No, my love no.

Oh Johnnie, Oh Johnnie, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better, it grieves my heart so
Let me go with you, no my love no,

The cruel war is raging, Johnnie has to fight.
I long to be with him from morning to night.
I long to be with him, it grieves my heart so,
won't you let me go with you? No, my love no.
I long to go with you more than words can ere express,
Let me go with you? Yes, my love, Yes


Slip Jigs and Reels - Steve Tilston

He was barely a man in his grandfather's coat
Sewn into the lining, a ten-shilling note
Goodbye to the family, goodbye to the shore
Till I taste good fortune, you'll see me no more

The boat on the ocean tossed like a cork
Then one fine morning they sighted New York
And he stood on the gangplank and breathed in the air
"Hello land of plenty, I've come for my share"

CHORUS:
And he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall
Of their ankles and dresses, down on the dance floor
And rolling the dice and spinning the wheels
But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels

There's talk a pistol and some say a knife
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight
He left a man dead and ran into the night

A train to St. Louis, just one jump ahead
He slept one eye open, a six-gun in bed
And he dreamt of the mountains and green fields of home
While crossing the plains where the buffalo roam

CHORUS

Oh, bad reputation's a hard thing to bear
Mothers pour scorn and young children they stare
But he found consolation in flash company
Your life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee

Oh, they called him the Kid, and by twenty-one
All that he knew was the power of the gun
And by twenty-three, he'd shot five men down
Who got in his way as he rambled around

CHORUS

There's bones in the desert and buzzards that fly
In the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die
But in matters of cruelty, it must be said
A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead

It was wild mescaleros, I heard people say
In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe
And a young buck was taken dressed in a coat
And inside the lining, a ten-shilling note

CHORUS X 2


Momma Blues

I got the blues on my mommas knee
And I know she got the blues for me
Well I got me a letter what you reckon it read
It said come on home gal now, your momma's dead
So I boarded a train and I boarded blind
She werent dead but she was surely dyin

Oh we cried... wooooooh ooooh wooooohh woh
Good bye Momma, wont see you again.

She said come here child, fall down on your knees
Wont you sing that sweet song to me
Well I fell down on my knees and I began to moan
Yes dear momma, I'll sing that song

and it went..wooooooh ooooh wooooohh woh

I got the blues on my mommas knee
And I know she got the blues for me
Well I got me a letter what you reckon it read
It said come home gal now, your momma's dead

Oh we cried... ooooooh ooooh ooooohh
Good bye Momma, wont see you again x 2