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Anita Botman I loved this album! It's like reading a book of folktales, full of good stories sung with so much depth and warmth. The songwriting is as always excellent and the way the traditional songs are woven in is also very well done. What more can I say? Love it, love it, love it!!!
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    Findings are the parts used to join jewellery components together to form a completed article. This is an album about daughters and their homelands, wives and their husbands, sisters and their brothers, children and their parents, fathers and their grandfathers, parting and joining, mothers and their families.

    It’s also about Lukas and I writing, recording and performing as a duo. We’ve created an album of music together that neither one of us could have created alone. Interwoven with new songs that we've written this album contains our own findings, traditional songs that we’ve found a love for and verses or lines from traditional material that have found their way into our songs.

    This album is simultaneously my most stripped back and most full on piece of production. It's had more studio time than any other album I've recorded to date. As well as me (vocals, guitar, harp, whistle) and Lukas Drinkwater (vocals, guitar, double bass) the album features the incredible musical contributions of Archie Churchill-Moss (diatonic accordion), Ciaran Algar (fiddle), Evan Carson (percussion), Nancy Kerr (guest vocals), Kathryn Roberts (guest vocals) and Steve Pledger (backing vocals).

    The CD has been masterfully presented, embossed and hot foiled with a booklet containing lyrics and the stories behind the songs. The digital download will have a digital booklet.
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1.
Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet! Be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns. And call for the men to come in from their tall ships, call for the men to come in from the storms. And call for the men to come in from their horses, call for the men to come in from the corn. Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet, be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns. Mary sat by the hollow tree (the hollow tree, the hollow tree!). Mary sat by the hollow tree down by the fields of maize. And Annie sat by the old ore mine (the old ore mine, the old ore mine!). Annie sat by the old ore mine, down by the mineral line. Mary’s love was a farmer’s hand, took to the fields to farm the land. From sun up until sun down he worked the long day through. And Annie’s man was a miner’s son, took the family business on, worked all day and all night long down by the mineral line. Molly sat by the briny sea (the briny sea, the briny sea!). Molly sat by the briny sea down by the harbour wall. And Sally sat by the railway line (the railway line, the railway line!). Sally sat by the railway line down by the old steam train. Molly’s love was a longshoreman, the work was hard and the hours long, but it kept them fed it kept him strong, he’d not be to complain. And Sally’s man was a fireman, he stoked the fires of a steam engine, cleared the soot from the black ash pan down by the old steam train. Call your men you daughters fine (daughters fine, daughters fine!). Call your men you daughters fine, call your men to home.
2.
Oh brother, dear brother, oh brother of mine, will you tell our father to sharpen the tine? For I am to gather the straw from the ground, and you are to herd and to tether the cows. Oh brother, dear brother, oh brother so sweet, will you tell our father to call off the beat? For scared are the cattle to hear such a din and I must be working the barn they are in. Oh brother, dear brother, oh brother of mine, where are you now roaming and what did you find to call and distract you away from your task? For I am to find you did not what I ask. “Oh Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep’s in the meadow, The cow’s in the corn; But where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He’s under the haystack, Fast asleep.” Oh brother, dear brother, oh brother so sweet, will you tell our father to stand at my feet? And pray for his daughter all trodden and tanned, Who fell to the floor and on rough tine did land.
3.
Trees they do grow high, leaves they do grow green. Many’s the cold winter’s night my love and I have seen. Of a cold and winter’s night, my love, you and I alone have been, while my bonny-bonny boy he is growing. Growing, growing, my bonny bonny boy he is growing. Oh father, dearest father you’ve done to me great harm! You’ve tied me to a boy when you know he is too young! Oh daughter, dearest daughter if you wait a little while
a young lady you shall be while he’s growing. Growing, growing, my bonny bonny boy he is growing. At the age of sixteen he was a married man, and at the age of seventeen he was a father to a son... and at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him, cruel death soon put an end to his growing. And now my love is dead! And in his grave doth lie. The green green grass grows over him so very very high. I’ll sit and I shall mourn his fate until the day I die and I’ll watch all over our child while he’s growing. Growing, growing, my bonny bonny boy he is growing.
4.
Found upon the Sayo far away from land. All adrift a sailor-o far from land. Harsh the winds in Essen blow, far away from land. Under way due south to go far from land. And twenty years at sea alone far away from land. All adrift a sailor-o far from land. Death whenever he come to me shall come on the wide unbounded sea. Oh Death whenever he come to me shall come on the wide unbounded sea! Oh Death had come to take his soul, far away from land, left his body in the hull far from land. And salty air did dry his bones far away from land. Many years a ghost unknown far from land. And fishermen did find him so far away from land. Pulled him into Barobo, far from land. Death whenever he come to me shall come on the wide unbounded sea. Oh Death, whenever he come to me, shall come on the wide unbounded sea.
5.
Will you still be waiting when the floods of water rain? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting when the water meets the main? By the tides all as the seasons change. Will you still be waiting as they haul the boats away? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting when they call the boats to bay? By the tides all as the seasons change. Will we reach this land to find the world another way? Staying would have been for us far harder. Brother, will the time pass in our mother’s arms again? And the closing of the day bring in our father? Will you still be waiting when my lungs begin to fill? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting when the cold becomes the chill? By the tides all as the seasons change. Will you still be waiting when they find me sleeping still? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting when they take me to the hill? By the tides all as the seasons change. Will we reach this land to find the world another way? Staying would have been for us far harder. Brother, will the time pass in our mother’s arms again? And the closing of the day bring in our father? Will you still be waiting when they call the land to arms? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting while the boats are pulled from harm? By the tides all as the seasons change. Will you still be waiting when the ignorance has gone? By the tides all as the seasons change. And will you still be waiting when my hill becomes your home? By the tides all as the seasons change. By the tides all the seasons change.
6.
My grandfathers and father before me are not those who did burn you down. They were farmers and toilers and traders and workers of Somerset land. My grandfathers and father before me were farmers through famine and war, they would work in the fields and crops they would yield for those who were hungry and poor. They were men from a line of tradition who toiled for bed and for board, and their willing was their ammunition and the love of the land their reward. My grandfathers and father before me are not those who called you to arms, and they had not a bone in their bodies that could bring another man harm. My grandfathers and father before me had no need for emblem or sword. They had whetstones for scythes and well sharpened knives, but never a weapon for war. They were men from a line of tradition. Their land was their honour and pride and they had not a single intention to take or to steal or divide.
7.
True are the mothers of hazel and birch, strong is the tree for the root. Many the stages of labour and birth, throughout the ages stood. I am a mother of hazel and birch, fertile the soil through heart to the root of birth. All of my little ones call on my care to feed from the fruits of the earth. True are the mothers of ash and of oak, strong is the tree for the root. None are forgotten for good is the home, throughout the ages stood. I am a mother of ash and of oak. Many are welcome to Shelter all by my cloak, nesting my little ones all in my care to feed from the fruits of the earth. True are mothers of elder and pear, strong is the tree for the root. Feeding the little ones all in good care, throughout the ages stood. I am a mother of elder and pear. All of the sickness and poison I breathe in when nurturing little ones all in my care to feed from the fruits of the earth. We are mothers of elm and of yew, strong is the tree for the root. Never forgotten are those from our view, throughout the ages stood.
8.
A farmer lived in the West Country (with a hey-down, bow-down), a farmer lived in the West Country and he had daughters, one, two, three. As they were walking the river’s brim (with a hey-down bow-down), as they were walking the river’s brim the eldest pushed the youngest in. I’ll be true to my love, I’ll be true to thee, I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me. Oh sister, sister, give me your hand (with a hey-down bow-down), oh sister, sister, give me your hand! I’ll give you both house and land. Well I’ll neither give thee hand nor glove (with a hey-down bow-down), I’ll neither give thee hand nor glove unless you give me your true love...” I’ll be true to my love, I’ll be true to thee, I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me. So down she sank and away she swam (with a hey-down bow-down), oh down she sank and away she swam until she came to the miller’s dam. Well the miller he fetched his pole and hook (with a hey-down bow-down), oh the miller he fetched his pole and hook and fished the fair maid from the brook. I’ll be true to my love, I’ll be true to thee, I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me. Oh miller I’ll give thee guineas ten (with a hey-down bow-down), oh miller I’ll give thee guineas ten if you’ll fetch me back to my father again. The miller he took her guineas ten (with a hey-down bow-down), well the miller he took her guineas ten… pushed the fair maid in again! I’ll be true to my love, I’ll be true to thee, I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me.
9.
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A year it has passed and I still see your face as fresh as the grass on the hill where you lay. A year it has gone and here I am weeping while angels hold you in their keeping. Two years they have passed and I still hear you speaking, as clear as the view where we lay you out sleeping. Two years they have gone, I still hear your voice while angels hold you in their keeping. Three years they have passed and I still know your laughter as real as the words on your burial marker. Three years they have gone, I still feel your mirth while angels hold you in their keeping. Four years they have passed and I’m tired of breathing, for time it does fade and my memories leaving. Four years they have gone, I too am now sleeping and angels hold me in their keeping.
10.
It’s of a brisk young sailor lad, he was apprentice bound, and she a merchant’s daughter with fifty thousand pound. They loved each other dearly in sorrow and in joy. “Let him go where he will, he’s my love still, my bonny lighter-boy.” “It was in my father’s garden, beneath the willow tree, he took me up all up in his arms kissed me tenderly. It was on the ground we both sat down and talked of love and joy. Let him go where he will, he’s my love still, My bonny lighter-boy.” Let him go where he will (go where he will), let him go where he will my bonny lighter-boy. Her father, being near her, he heard what she did say and cried: “Unruly daughter! I’ll send him far away! Upon a ship I’ll have him pressed and rob you of your joy!” “Let him go where he will, he’s my love still, my bonny lighter-boy!” Let him go where he will (go where he will), let him go where he will my bonny lighter-boy.
11.
My father’s chair is mottled and skewbald like an old chestnut mare, and he’s often there, sitting with tea and a half vacant stare. He has milk and two, and I bring him his slippers and pills with his brew and the morning news, before heading up to the little one’s room to wake little Charlie. So much to do, so I clean her and change her and tidy the room. And the bed’s wet through so I turn on the washing and make a fresh brew. The last few times the washing I’ve brought in has barely been dry; but the sun now shines, so I know that today will be better and I can take out little Charlie. The hours are gone, another day’s over and he’ll not be long. The little one, I cradle her safely and wrap her up warm. And he’ll fall through the door (and the threshold will take off his shoe) and crawl back to the chair that he came from. He quietly knew not to wake little Charlie. I know you will eventually go to your room, and I can play with my trains.
12.
Daughter dear daughter hear what I say, daughter dear daughter your mind it does stray. Come sit at my table and with me do pray, as I my dear daughter once did in my day. For the way your mind it goes about it truly baffles me. Just like the feather has no course cut out when taken by the breeze, when the water pours and weighs it down it lands and sticks to me, but I not always here will be. Daughter dear daughter will you now be strong, daughter dear daughter your mind it is not gone. But as it does wonder you must call it home as I my dear daughter I cannot be your backbone. For the way your mind it goes about it truly baffles me. Just like the feather has no course cut out when taken by the breeze, when the water pours and weighs it down it lands and sticks to me, but I not always here will be. Daughter dear daughter with your skin so fair and new, daughter dear daughter your heart is good and true! Not now nor for all time your faith will go unused, oh daughter dear daughter you’ve time and you’ve youth. For the way your mind it goes about it truly baffles me. Just like the feather has no course cut out when taken by the breeze, when the water pours and weighs it down it lands and sticks to me, but I not always here will be.
13.
Lie down lie down, lie down sweet babe, for parting must follow the meet. And be not afraid for the dawn it will break, lie down sweet babe and sleep. And sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep and be not afraid for the dawn it will break, lie down sweet babe and sleep. And be still be still, be still sweet babe, for morning shall fall into night. Be thankful in thought for the love of the Lord, be still sweet babe sleep tight. And sleep (Hush baby don’t you cry), and sleep (I’ll sing you a lullaby), and sleep (Hush baby don’t you weep), and sleep (I’ll sing you off to sleep), and be not afraid for the dawn it will break, lie down sweet babe and sleep. “Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. And all the harm that ere I’ve done, alas was done to none but me. And all I’ve done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall. So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all!” And sleep (Hush baby don’t you cry), and sleep (I’ll sing you a lullaby), and sleep (Hush baby don’t you weep), and sleep (I’ll sing you off to sleep), and be not afraid for the dawn it will break, lie down sweet babe and sleep.
14.
Fall away young Mary, fall away young Mary, fall away for the days are long and away you must be gone. Fall away young Annie, fall away young Annie, fall away for the land’s forlorn and away you must be gone. Fall away young Molly, fall away young Molly, fall away for the tides are strong and away you must be gone. Fall away young Sally, fall away young Sally, fall away for the day has drawn and away you must be gone.

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Ange Hardy England, UK

Nominated for the Horizon Award for best emerging talent at the 2015 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards, Ange Hardy is a folk singer, songwriter and recording artist from West Somerset, England. Ange performs original contemporary songs written in a traditional style with an emphasis on vocal harmony. ... more

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