White Rose

by Róisín Bán

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    An cracking album of predominantly Irish and general celtica - no toe left untapped here - no siree!

    Standard CD Jewel Case with Artwork by Mark Davies, recorded by Alistair Russell at Glade Studios Cleckheaton - Spring 2014

    Includes unlimited streaming of White Rose via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    But that's not all - Along with our gratitude for being a valued customer, you get the original CD artwork by Mark Davies so you can burn your own copy to disc... Only one mind you, or we'll send the Folk Police around to break your door down with a mummers horse and make you do some Morris Dancing in front of your neighbours and colleagues.

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Collected Irish and general celtica. Foot tapping stuff indeed - so it is. Squirt these puppies onto your favourite digital player and pop your ear buds in and let the vibes wash over you.

No animals were harmed in the making of this recording - does not contain GM organisms, low in fat, may contain nuts and is an aid to weight loss as part of a calorie controlled diet. - enjoy.

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released June 6, 2014

Our special thanks go to the following splendid people for making us look and sound brilliant! ...

Mike Harding - Alistair Russell - Steve Noon of Eagle Music - Tim Howard of The Music Room - Maddie Smythe - Ben Gwynne and Steve Warren productions - without whom non of this would have happened, or at least it would not be half as good. Recorded at Glade Studios Cleckheaton Spring 2014.

Why not visit our website roisinban.co.uk or say hello or heckle us on our facebook page facebook.com/roisinban

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Róisín Bán Leeds, UK

It's actually pronounced [Rowsheen Bawn] just thought we'd clarify that :-) The shared love of RB, is music from the Irish tradition, but if they stumble upon a number which suits them, they're happy to tackle other styles. The 'craic' is an important concept for the boys and no toe is left un-tapped in a Róisín Bán show. There's also more than a few laughs along the way as well. Come see us... ... more

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Track Name: Worcester City
In Worcester City there lived a damsel
And now the truth to you I'll tell;
She by her servantman was courted,
Who often told her he loved her well.
She loved him true, but at a distance;
He did not think to be very fond.
‘Now for your convicts and inconstant lovers
I pray you'll end your sweet tender love.’
By a young master, this fair young damsel
Was invited to a ball, you know.
This wicked young man he followed after
And soon prepared for her overthrow.
As she was dancing all with another
Jealousy it filled his mind;
Then to destroy his own true lover
This wicked young man he was inclined.
Oh, quickly he prepared some poison,
He mixed it with a glass of wine,
And gave it to his own true lover;
She drank it with a most fearful mind.
A little after this fair young damsel,
‘Now take me home, my dear,’ said she
‘For the liquor that you have lately gave me
Has made me very ill indeed.’
As they was walking along together,
He then unto her did say,
‘I gave you poison all in your liquor,
All for to take your sweet life away.’
‘And I have drunk of the same, my jewel,
I hope to die as well as thee.’
So in each other's arms they died;
And young men, beware of jealousy.
Track Name: Lord Franklin
Franklin

I WAS HOMEWARD BOUND ONE NIGHT ON THE DEEP
SWINGING IN MY HAMMOCK I FELL ASLEEP
I DREAMT A DREAM, AND I THOUGHT IT TRUE
CONCERNING FRANKLIN AND HIS GALLANT CREW

WITH A HUNDRED SEAMAN HE SAILED AWAY
TO THE FROZEN OCEAN IN THE MONTH OF MAY
TO SEEK A PASSAGE ALL AROUND THE POLE
WHERE WE POOR SAILORS DO SOMETIMES GO

THROUGH CRUEL HARDSHIPS THEY MAINLY STROVE
THEIR SHIP ON MOUNTAINS OF ICE WAS DROVE
ONLY THE ESKIMO IN HIS SKIN CANOE.
WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO MADE IT THROUGH

IN BAFFINS BAY WHERE THE WHALE FISH BLOW
THE FATE OF FRANKLIN NO MAN WILL KNOW
THE FATE OF FRANKLIN NO TONGUE CAN TELL
LORD FRANKLIN ALONG WITH HIS SAILORS DWELL

AND NOW MY BURDEN IT BRINGS ME PAIN
FOR MY LONG LOST FRANKLIN I'D CROSS THE MAIN
TEN THOUSAND GUINNIES I'D FREELY GIVE
TO SAY ON EARTH THAT FRANKLIN LIVES
Track Name: The Roseville Fair
Roseville Fair.

The night was clear, the stars were shining
the moon came out, bright in the sky
people gathered round, the band were tuning
I can here them now, playing coming through the rye
She was dressed in blue, she looked so lovely
simple flowers a small town girl
He took her by the hand, they danced to the music
with a simple smile, she became his girl

And they danced all night, to the fiddle and the banjo
tunes were churning through the air
so long ago now, I can still remember
how they fell in love, at the Roseville Fair.

Well they courted well, they courted dearly
rocked for hours in the front porch chair
and a year went by from the time he met her
and they made their vows at the Roseville Fair

Chorus

Here's a song for you lovers
here's a tune you all know well
and may you dance to the fiddle and the banjo
the way they did at the roseville fair

Chorus
Track Name: As I roved out
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly:
I am me mother's darling.

cho: With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh.

And will you come to me mother's house,
When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat )
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil 'o one would hear us.

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly ( repeat )
Shc opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us.

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable ( repeat )
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
To eat it if he's able."

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table ( repeat )
Saying: There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you're able.

Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy ( repeat )
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying: Lassie, are you able?

And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us ( repeat )
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying: Lassie, I must leave you.

And when will you return again
And when will we get married ( repeat )
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married.
Track Name: The Daily Growing
The daily growing lyrics.

The trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green
many s the time, my true love I've seen
many s an hour I watched him all alone
he's young but he's steadily growing.

Father dear father you've done me great wrong
you have married me to a boy who is too young
I am twice twelve and he is just fourteen
He's young but he's steadily growing



Daughter dear daughter I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lords son
and he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone
He's young but he's steadily growing



Father dear father if you see fit
I'll send him to college for another year yet
I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head
to let the maidens know that he's married

One day I was looking O my fathers castle wall
I spied all the boys playing with a ball
and my own true love was the flower of them all
he's young but he's steadily growing



And so early in the morning at the dawning of day
They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play
and what they did there oh she never would declare
but she know more complained of his growing



At the age of fourteen he was a married man
at the age of fifteen the father of my son
at the age of sixteen his grave it was green
death had put an end to his growing

I'll buy my love some flannel and make my a shroud
and every stitch I put in it how the tears they'll fall down
every stitch I put in it how the tears they will flow
cruel fate had put an end to his growing.