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The First Christmas BellRecorded In December 2012 - written in 1993 by Kevin Lovatt
Come gather round all gentlefolk, a tale to you I’ll tell,
About a shepherd and a lamb that wore a shiny bell, Out on the hillsides they would be for many days and nights, The shepherd took good care of them and guarded them from frights One night they all were fast asleep, and not a sound was heard, They always lay till they were woke by singing of the birds. But this one night was special ‘cause a baby boy did dwell, In a town down in the valley, waiting for His Christmas bell. The shepherd was awakened by the sound of angel song, They told him to be full of joy, this night a King has come. Go swiftly down, you’ll find the Prince by listening for a sound, The shepherd rose and started down, but his lamb could not be found. The village now was very close, and many sounds were heard But just one faint familiar sound was caught by the shepherd, He followed on through market place and round behind the well, The only sound that he now heard was a beautiful tinkling bell A stableplace he now approached which seamed to glisten like gold, He followed still the tinkling sound by the angels he was told, The baby boy was cradled there, the lamb was there as well, And the sound he followed to the crib was the very first Christmas bell! |
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A Thousand Bars - © Rob BeattieThanks to Rob Beattie for giving his permission to sing, record and video this song and modify parts of it to reflect on a few of the pubs that no longer exist.
In a thousand public bars across the land There are people crossing swords and holding hands There are attitudes and arguments and actual fisticuffs Where those who search for trouble, can never find enough The Horse and Groom, the Pig and Poke The Sun and Moon, the Piston Broke The Fox and Flagon, the George and Dragon The Earth and Stars, a thousand bars In a thousand public bars across the land There's pay-per-view football on demand Families on Sundays, hen nights passing through And solitary drinkers, with nothing else to do The Horsе and Groom, the Pig and Poke The Sun and Moon, thе Piston Broke The Fox and Flagon, the George and Dragon The Earth and Stars, a thousand bars In a thousand public bars across the land There are people feeling grim and feeling grand Come evening's end we're singing some old forgotten song How you and I are just the same, why can't we get along The Horse and Groom, the Pig and Poke The Sun and Moon, the Piston Broke The Fox and Flagon, the George and Dragon The Earth and Stars, a thousand bars The Little Crown, the John O’Gaunts, the old Pamona Inn. Lord Nelson and the Gardeners Arms are warm and welcoming There’s the Dog & Partridge, the doors are open wide A stone's throw from the chapel and all……… my friends inside In a thousand public bars across the land There are people trying hard to understand There are first drinks and last orders And all the time between And everything I should have done, and all I might have been The Bird in Hand, The Knutton Forge, The Sutherland, Newcastle's George, The Dunkirk Tavern, The Lymestone's cavern, The Super Star, A Thousand bars. |
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