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Witch Of Westmoreland

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Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.

Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.

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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!

Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

This song was actually written by Archie Fisher, as I believe was Giant.

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The Witch of the Westmorland
Archie Fisher

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Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield

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Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field

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Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound

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There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound

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So turn turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the wind

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And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind

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And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by

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Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry

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Saying Why do you ride this way and wherefore came you here

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I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere

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And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way

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Til through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water lay

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He said Lie down my brindled hound and rest ye my good grey hawk

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And thee my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk

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But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call

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For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all

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And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield

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And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield

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And wet rose she from the lake and fast and fleet went she

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One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body

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And loud long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side

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High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride

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Say Course well my brindled hound and fetch me the jet black mare

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Stoop and strike my good grey hawk and bring me the maiden fair

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She said Pray sheathe thy silvery sword Lay down thy rowan shield

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For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field

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And she stood in a gown of velvet blue bound round with a silver chain

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and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again

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And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod full fast in her arms he lay

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and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day

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She said Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand

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There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland