The Good Old Future

by A Walk Around Britain

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    This is low-fi two-part accapella traditional British song. We learned all these songs while walking round Britain. Please enjoy them. Your download helps the walking and singing continue. Our aims are good.

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This is an E.P. of lo-fi British songs.

It was recorded in Ed's childhood home, during the act of final removal.

We used shoddy hardware, badly. But we feel the results are hearty.

It's the first recording Ed and I have made as a pair. Please do enjoy it.

Cheerio for now.

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released November 5, 2012

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A Walk Around Britain UK

Our names are Ed and Will, and we walk around Britain.

With traffic jams, badger culls, Coldplay, and the future being sold to international investors, it’s easy to think you don’t like Britain.

But deep between the roads are the places we take for granted, and here the secret green heart of Britain beats on.

To these places we journey, with songs as old as seas and copyright-free.
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Track Name: Coronation Ode (exerpt)
Rejoice! Rejoice! The Most High King of Britain is Nigh!
Track Name: The Burning of Auchidoon
As I come in by Fiddich side,
all on a May morning,
I spied Willy McIntosh,
an hour before the dawning.

"Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid ye,
if you burn Auchidoon, Huntley he will head ye."

"Head me or hang me, that will never fear me,
I will burn Auchidoon, ere the life leave me."

As I come in by Fiddich side,
all on a May morning,
Auchidoon was in a blaze,
an hour before the dawning.

Crawing, crawing, for all your crows crawing,
you've burnt your crops and tint your wine,
an hour before the dawning.
Track Name: Gower Wassail
A wassail, a wassail, throughout the town,
our cup it is white, and our ale it is brown,
our wassail is made of the good ale and cake,
some nutmeg and ginger, the best you can bake.

Fal dee dal, fal dee dal dee dal,
fal dee dal dee dal,
fal dee dair-o,
fal dee daddy,
sing too-rar-lie-o

Our wassail is made from the elderberry bough,
and so my good neighbour, we'll drink unto thou,
besides all the earth, you have apples in store,
so let us come in, for it's cold by the door.

fal dee dal...

There's a master and a mistress, sitting down by the fire
while we poor wassail boys stand out in the mire
come you, pretty maid, with your silver-headed pin,
pray open the door and let us come in,

fal dee dal...

We know by the moon that we are not too soon,
and we know by the stars that we are not too far,
we know by the sky that we are not too high,
and we know by the ground that we are within sound.

fal dee dal
Track Name: Chappy Skit
Turn your chapati down...
Track Name: The General
If you're looking for the General,
I know where he is (x3)
If you're looking for the General, I know where he is,
He's pinning another medal on his chest.

I saw him, I saw him,
pinning another medal to his chest (x2).

And if you're looking for the Colonel,
I know where he is (x3),
and if you're looking for the Colonel, I know where he is,
He's sitting in comfort, stuffing his bloody gob.

I saw him, I saw him,
Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gob (x2).

And if you're looking for the Sergeant,
I know where he is (x3),
if you're looking for the Sergeant, I know where he is,
He's drinking all the company rum.

I saw him, I saw him,
Drinking all the company rum (x2).

And if you're looking for the Private,
I know where he is (x3)
if you're looking for the Private, I know where he is,
He's hanging on the old barbed wire.

I saw him, I saw him,
hanging on the old barbed wire (x2).
Track Name: The Colour of Amber
O the colour of amber is my true love's hair,
and his two blue eyes, they enticed me,
and his ruby lips, they being soft and fine,
O many's the time, they've been pressed to mine.

I'll go out fishing in yonder brook,
there i'll catch my love, with a line and a hook,
and if he loves me, O like I love him,
no man on Earth shall part us two.

I wish, I wish, though 'twere all in vain,
O I wish I were a maiden again,
but a maid again I never shall be,
while apples grow on an orange tree.
Track Name: The Mower
Now as I rode out one morning,
on the fourteenth of July,
I met a maid, and asked her age,
and she gave me this reply:
I have a little meadow,
i've kept for you in store,
and it's only due, I should tell you true,
it never was mowed before.

Then she says: my handsome young man,
if a mower that you be,
i'll give you good employment,
so come along with me.
Well it was my good employment
to wander up and down,
with my tearing scythe all for to strive,
to mow her meadow down.

Well my courage being undaunted,
I stepped out on the land,
and with my tearing scythe I then did strive,
to mow her meadow down.
Well I mowed from noon till dinner-time,
It was far beyond my skill.
I was obliged to yield and to quit the field
and her grass was growing still.

Well the more she kissed and did caress,
this fair maid being so young,
her eyes they shone like diamonds,
all in the rising sun.
She says: I'll strive to sharpen your scythe,
so set it in my hand,
and then perhaps you will return again,
to mow my meadow land.
Track Name: The Good Old Way
Lift up your hearts with song, my friends,
and taste the pleasure life do lend.
Let nothing cause you to delay,
but hasten in the good old way.

For I have a sweet hope of glory,
I have a sweet hope of glory,
and I know I have, and I feel I have,
A sweet hope of glory in my soul.

Lord Satan may his powers employ,
our happiness for to destroy.
Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
by marching in the good old way.

For I have a sweet hope...

Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend,
remember glory is at the end.
Our God will wipe our tears away,
When we have run the good old way.

For I have a sweet hope...

And far beyond this mortal shore,
we'll meet with those who have gone before,
and shout to think we've gained the day,
by marching in the good old way.

For I have a sweet hope...