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29 May 2008 @ 07:42 am
Song of the Week #14 - Kate Rusby "The Old Man"  
Kate Rusby "The Old Man"

It will auto-start a random track, click the first track in the player, "The Old Man," and enjoy!

This is a cut from her new CD, Awkward Annie, released in September in the UK and in April here in the US. With amazing guitar work and that intoxicating accent from South Yorkshire she brings this song to life. It may not catch you on the first listen, but you'll find yourself singing it during the day. Would I be so in love with her voice if she wasn't English with that beautiful accent? I'm not sure. But I just fall for the enunciation, lyrical rhythm, the textures, and the cute way she says words like "go" and "spun." Musically it's brilliant as well, so it's not just her voice, but that definitely helps (and I'm a sucker for a gorgeous female vocal anyway no matter what genre or style).

Lyrics below. Click image for her myspace page - click "The Old Man" to listen.





More Kate Rusby:
Also on the myspace player:
"Village Green Preservation Society" (The Kinks cover)
"Underneath the Stars"
with Video:
"The Yorkshire Couple"
"Who Will Sing Me Lullabies"
"Sir Eglamore"

There was an old man, who lived in a wood,
As you may plainly see;
He said he could do as much work in a day,
As his wife could do in three.
With all my heart, the old woman said,
If that you will allow,
To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
And I'll go drive the plough:

But you must milk the Tidy cow,
For fear that she go dry;
And you must feed the little pigs
That are within the sty;
And you must mind the speckled hen,
For fear she lay away;
And you must reel and spool of yarn
That I spun yesterday.

The old woman took a staff in her hand,
And went to drive the plough:
The old man took up a pail in his hand,
And went to milk the cow;
But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched,
And Tidy broke his nose,
And Tidy she gave him such a blow,
That the blood ran down to his toes.

High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high!
Tidy! do stand still;
If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,
'Twill be sore against my will!
He went to feed the little pigs,
That were within the sty;
He hit his head against the beam,
And he made the blood to fly.

He went to mind the speckledy hen,
For fear she'd lay astray,
He forgot the spool of yarn
His wife spun yesterday.

He swore by the sun, the moon, and the stars,
And the green leaves on the tree,
If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,
She should ne'er be ruled by he

There was an old man, who lived in a wood,
As you may plainly see;
He said he could do as much work in a day,
As his wife could do in three.
With all my heart, the old woman said,
If that you will allow,
To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
And I'll go drive the plough