Simple Pleasures

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    Simple Pleasures is the band’s sixth studio album. The 13 tracks are a mix of traditional songs and instrumental tunes, and most of the instrumental sets include original compositions by the band. In addition to concertina, bouzouki, banjo, fiddle, whistles, flutes and bodhrán, former band member and sax player Helena Marková, who played sax and whistles on Hot Days (2006) and Bofiguifluki (2010), returns as a special guest on this album.

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Simple Pleasures is the band’s sixth studio album. The 13 tracks are a mix of traditional songs and instrumental tunes, and most of the instrumental sets include original compositions by the band. In addition to concertina, bouzouki, banjo, fiddle, whistles, flutes and bodhrán, former band member and sax player Helena Marková, who played sax and whistles on Hot Days (2006) and Bofiguifluki (2010), returns as a special guest on this album.

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released September 1, 2016

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Poitín Czech Republic

Poitín are an award-winning traditional Celtic band from Pilsen in the Czech Republic. They explore all forms of Celtic music but are firmly grounded in the pub session tradition and like nothing better than sitting round a table in the corner of a cosy pub playing old favourites about tarry sailors, merry maids and drunken nights. Poitín have performed at festivals across Europe. ... more

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Track Name: The Jolly Beggarman
The Jolly Beggarman

There was a jolly beggarman, came traipsing o’er the plain,
he came up to a farmer’s door, some lodging for to gain
The farmer’s daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin,
said ‘Father he’s a handsome lad, I pray you let him in’

We’ll go no more a-roving, a-roving in the night, we’ll go no more a-roving when the moon it shines so bright, we’ll go no more a-roving

He would not lie within the barn nor within the bier,
but he would in the corner lay beside the kitchen fire
And so the beggar’s bed was made with good clean sheets and hay
and down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay

We’ll go no more a-roving, a-roving in the night, we’ll go no more a-roving when the moon it shines so bright, we’ll go no more a-roving

The farmer’s daughter she came down to bolt the kitchen door
and there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor
He took the girl all in his arms and to the bed he ran,
‘Oh kind sir be easy now, you’ll waken my old man!’

We’ll go no more a-roving, a-roving in the night, we’ll go no more a-roving when the moon it shines so bright, we’ll go no more a-roving

‘I hope you are no beggar man, you are some gentleman,
for you have stole my maidenhead and I am quite undone’
‘I am no lord, I am no squire, a beggar’s heart you’ve won
and beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone’

We’ll go no more a-roving, a-roving in the night, we’ll go no more a-roving when the moon it shines so bright, we’ll go no more a-roving
Track Name: Spencer the Rover/The Last Pint
Spencer the Rover

This song was composed by Spencer the rover,
Who travelled old England and most parts of Wales
He’d been so reduced which caused great confusion
And that was the reason he went on the roam

In Yorkshire near Rotherham he’d been on his rambles,
Being weary of travelling he laid down to rest
At the foot of yon mountain there runs a clear fountain,
With bread and cold water himself did refresh

It tasted more sweeter than the gold he had wasted,
More sweeter than honey and gave more content
But the thought of his babies lamenting their father
Brought tears in his eyes and made him repent

The night fast approaching to the woods he resorted,
With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make
There he dreamt about sighing, lamenting and crying,
Go home to your family and rambling forsake

On the fifth of November I’ve reason to remember,
When first he came home to his family and wife
They stood so surprised when first he arrived,
For to see such a stranger once more in their life

Well his children gathered round him with their prittle-prattling stories,
With their prittle-prattling stories to drive cares away
Now they are united like birds of one feather,
Like bees in one hive contented they’ll stay

And now he’s a-living in his cottage contented,
With woodbine and roses growing all round the door
He’s as happy as those that’s got thousands of riches,
Contented he’ll stay and go roving no more
Track Name: The Two Magicians
The Two Magicians

A lady sat by her own front door as straight as a willow wand
And by there came a blacksmith with his hammer in his hand
What do you do my lady fair, all in your robes of red,
I’ll come back tomorrow and I’ll have your maidenhead
Away, away you coal black smith would you do me this wrong,
For to have my maidenhead that I have kept so long?
I’d rather I was dead and cold and buried in me grave
Than a rusty, dusty, coal black smith me maidenhead should have

Bide lady bide there’s nowhere you can hide,
For the lusty smith will be your love and he will lay your pride

So the lady she held up her hand and swore upon her soul
He’d not have her maidenhead for all of a pot of gold
And the blacksmith held up his hand and swore upon the mass
He would have her maidenhead for a half of that or less
So the lady she turned into a sheep and grazed upon the common
And he became a horny ram and soon he was upon her
So the lady turned into a full-rigged ship and sailed upon the sea
But he became a bold sea captain and aboard of her went he

Singing bide lady bide……

So the lady turned into a glass, crystal shining clear
And he became the finest wine and he poured himself into her
Then the lady she turned into an oven and he became a cake,
And every change that lady made the blacksmith was her mate
So the lady ran into her room and climbed into her bed
And he became a green coverlet and he gained her maidenhead
And when she woke he held her still and still he bid her bide
And he had gained her maidenhead for all of her mighty pride

Singing bide lady bide, there’s nowhere you can hide, for the lusty smith will be your love and he will lay your pride
Track Name: Reynardine
Reynardine

One evening as I rambled, all on the springing thyme,
I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue, her lips were red like wine
and he smiled as he gazed upon them, that sly bold Reynardine
That sly bold Reynardine, that sly bold Reynardine,
and he smiled as he gazed upon them, that sly bold Reynardine

She says, ‘Kind sir, be civil, my company forsake,
for to my good opinion I fear you are a rake’
‘Oh no,’ says he, ‘I am no rake, brought up in Venus’ train,
but I’m searching for concealment, all from the judge’s men’
All from the judge’s men, all from the judge’s men,
‘I’m searching for concealment, from the judge’s men’

Her cherry cheeks, her ruby lips, they lost their former dye,
and she fainted there all in his arms, all on the mountainside
He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, till she came to again,
and modestly she asked him, ‘Pray, tell to me your name’
Pray, tell to me your name, oh pray, tell to me your name,
and modestly she asked him, pray, tell to me your name

If by chance you look for me, perhaps you’ll not me find,
but I’ll be in my castle green, enquire for Reynardine
So day and night she’s followed him, so bright his teeth did shine,
and he’s led her over the mountain, that sly bold Reynardine
That sly bold Reynardine, that sly bold Reynardine,
and he’s led her over the mountain, that sly bold Reynardine
Track Name: The Pleasant Month of May
The Pleasant Month of May

It was in the pleasant month of May, in the springtime of the year
And down in yonder meadow there runs a river clear
See how the little fishes, how they do sport and play
Causing many a lass and many a lad to go there a-making hay

Then in comes the scythesman, that meadow to mow down
With his old leathered bottle and the ale that flows so brown
There’s many a stout and labouring lad, comes there his skill to try
He works he blows, he sweats he mows, and the grass cuts very dry

Then in comes both Tom and Dick with their pitchforks and their rakes
And likewise black eyed Susan, the hay all for to make
There’s a sweet sweet sweet and a jug jug jug, how the harmless birds do sing
From the morning till the evening when we were haymaking

It was just about one evening as the sun was a-going down
We saw the jolly piper come a-strolling into town
Then he takes out his tapering pipes and he makes the valleys ring
And we all put down our rakes and forks and left off our haymaking

We called for a dance and tripped it along
We danced all round the haycocks till the rising of the sun
When the sun did shine such a glorious sight, how the harmless birds did sing
And every lad took his lass in hand and went back to their haymaking….
When the sun did shine such a glorious sight, how the harmless birds did sing
Each lad he took his lass in hand and went back to their haymaking!
Track Name: The Cotton Mill
The Cotton Mill

I took my lover for a walk in the merry month of May,
The birds were singing sweetly as we went along our way
She said she loved me dearly, to me she would be true,
If you will stay with me my love, then I will stay with you

We strolled along the Downs, the birds sang loud and gay,
‘Twas there I met my pretty brunette and she stole my heart away,
Her lips they were like roses red, her skin as white as snow,
She was the darling of my heart and the pride of the Springfield Road

Now we’ll be getting married, for she has named the day,
And happy we’ll together be as we go along our way
I’ll find a tidy little house with a garden for to till,
We’ll bring our children up like us, to work in the cotton mill

We strolled along the Downs, the birds sang loud and gay,
‘Twas there I met my pretty brunette and she stole my heart away,
Her lips they were like roses red, her skin as white as snow,
She was the darling of my heart and the pride of the Springfield Road

I’ll bid youse all good evening for now I must away,
I’m off to meet her parents to hear what they will say
She said they’ll treat me kindly and glasses they will fill,
And drink a toast to the bride and the groom who work in the cotton mill

We strolled along the Downs, the birds sang loud and gay,
‘Twas there I met my pretty brunette and she stole my heart away,
Her lips they were like roses red, her skin as white as snow,
She was the darling of my heart and the pride of the Springfield Road