1. |
The Severn Waterman
04:54
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My name is John Lloyd and I sail on the river
From Shrewsbury to Worcester and ports far beyond
My home is in Jackfield alongside The Severn
It's all that I've known and the water's my bond
A bargeman by trade my cargo's pig iron
Produced by the furnaces in old Coalbrookdale
It's hard work with long hours and the payment is little
And it's usually spent on strong beer and good ale.
In The Black Horse at Arley I made the acquaintance
Of sweet Eliza Newnham the landlord's fair lass
We spent time together 'til I had to leave her
But I said I would visit when next I did pass
You have to be careful when you're looking for loving
Edward Lloyd was pick-pocketed in a Worcester whorehouse
And Tom who's from Broseley got a case of the venereal
I don't fancy his chances with his long suffering spouse.
I was woken one morning at my home down in Jackfield
By a-knocking and banging, my doorstep defiled
By young Eliza Newnham who brazenly stood there
Demanding I marry her because she's with child
I politely refused but her father he summonsed me
To Hereford Court Assizes where he'd put in a claim
It cost me five pounds for the expense of confinement
And despoiling his daughter and ruining her name
So all you bold Watermen from me take a lesson
When plying the river I'll have you take care
And when you're enjoying your nights of fine passion
Watch out for her father, he'll have you I swear.
Oh my name is John Lloyd and I sail on the river
From Shrewsbury to Worcester and ports far beyond
My home is in Jackfield alongside The Severn
It's all that I've known and the water's my bond
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2. |
Two Hills
03:10
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Geologists say it's just lava and ash
But we know that's not true so that myth we must dash
Come all and sit down and the truth I will tell
Concerning The Wrekin and Ercall as well.
A wicked Welsh giant had made some demands
For Shrewsbury girls to be sent his lands
Unbeknown by the townsfolk he treated them sore
But one girl escaped and she fled through the door
She made it back home and her plight did relate
So no more young maidens were sent to their fate
This giant was furious and vowed he’d go down
And block up The Severn, thus flooding the town
So early next morning his plans they were laid
And he scooped up a large clod of earth with his spade
Then set off a-walking, but took the wrong routes
So he sat by the roadside to scrape off his boots
Along came a cobbler on his shoulder a sack
Full of shoes for repairing when to home he got back
“Tell me how far to Shrewsbury?” the giant he cried
“And what will you do there?” the cobbler replied
“I’ve a lesson to teach them, they’ve all let me down
So I’m damming the Severn to flood out the town"
The quick witted cobbler saw this couldn’t be
So replied “At least two days, perhaps even three"
“You see all these shoes I’ve got here in my sack
Well I’ve worn them all out in the time I’ve walked back
To my home here in Wellington, so take it from me
It’s an awful long way from here to Shrewsbury"
Well the giant he pondered and then he did say
“Well I only allowed to get there in one day"
The cobbler he smiled for the tale he had told
Caused the giant to tire of his wearisome load
So the giant he tipped all the soil from his spade
And that’s now the Wrekin, that’s how it was made
And alongside, The Ercall still sits there compliant
Just the scrapings of mud from the boots of the giant
So here’s to the cobbler, lets raise him a toast
He saved Shrewsbury from drowning when they needed him most
And as for the giant, well he went back to Wales
And was never more heard of except in folk tales!
When you climb The Wrekin through Heaven and Hell’s Gate
Think what might have happened had the cobbler been late
Or if the giant had walked the right path
Well the people of Shrewsbury would have taken a bath.
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3. |
Coracle Men
03:23
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Coracles round with green ash ribs are bound
Stringers and seat must be fashioned so neat
Calico wrapped with folds pleated and tacked
And a thick bitumen coat waterproofs the fine boat.
Dibo and Harry learnt the skills from their old father Tom
And kept up the tradition when their father he passed on
Then Eustace, who was Harry's son, joined the coracle makers ranks
And continued with the ancient art upon the Severn's banks
For the Rogers men of Ironbridge the Severn was their home
And while most men on land were found on water they did roam
They knew the vicious under - currents, each shallow, depth and eddy
And if you ever floundered there, you'd find them ever ready
Tommy saved eight lives in all, but was also known for poaching
You'd often see him heading off when night it was approaching
With his trusty gang of local men, all crafty artful dodgers
Like pirates on the river you will find the jolly Rogers!
The policemen by the Severn in the twilight shadows stand
They hope to catch the poachers as they bring their catch to land
They're thinking that they know them well, the places they will be
But they will be kept in the dark, the night's work they'll not see
Bunkers and Fursley on the bank distract the policeman so
That Tommy in his coracle can ride the river's flow
A rewarding evening's poaching and with fifty rabbits stowed
He'll keep on down to Jackfield, find a safe place to unload
The memories they will long live on, it's what they all deserved
A wooden shed down by the bridge, their heritage preserved
And perhaps one day the witch will fly across the gorge again
A memory of the playfulness and humour of the men.
Coracles round with green ash ribs are bound
Stringers and seat must be fashioned so neat
Calico wrapped with folds pleated and tacked
And a thick bitumen coat waterproofs the fine boat.
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4. |
The Coalport Dodger
07:23
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CHORUS:
The Coalport Dodger works the track, rides up and down the line
Just hear that Jinty working hard, will it be here on time
The Coalport Dodger works the track, rides up and down the line
Just hear that Jinty working hard, will it be here on time?
The sloping track from Coalport it's a gradient one in three
It's hard work for the engine as it climbs up through the trees
Like thunder rumbling through the hills it chugs along the rails
And you can hear it miles away, it's whistle shouts and wails
The glowing fire is almost white inside the firebox hole
As furiously the fireman shovels in great piles of coal
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
At Madeley Market station we are waiting for the train
But it looks as if our waiting here might well have been in vain
For we've just seen a bus pull up, it is a Midland Red
And Stationmaster Mott says that today it's that instead
The Dodger is not coming, it's held up at Blesser's Hill
The tunnel's blocked, it can't get past, the train is standing still
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
Bert Tyler found the blockage that's now holding up the train
And the reason for him finding it we'd better now explain
That on his way to Kemberton, a miner was this man
He took a shortcut up the line before the first train ran
Five pounds reward was given to Bert, which suited him just fine
And then they went and told him off for trespass on the line
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
It's common practice if someone has not arrived on time
For the train to wait a bit for locals down the line
A quick head count will soon reveal they're missing one or two
And a loud ‘toot’ on the whistle's made to give them all clue
That at the station waits the train, we’ll hang on for a while
And if we're lucky we might see the first four minute mile.
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
And when the sun's high in the sky with days no longer short
Those in the know all climb aboard and head off to Coal - port
The Swinney bank it draws them down beside the River Severn
They paddle and they picnic on the banks, they're all in heaven
Then back on-board the Dodger to our homes in Malinslee
And Oakengates and Wellington and Madeley and Stirchley.
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
The final train for passengers was nineteen fifty two
'Twas on the thirty first of May the final whistle blew
A goods train once a day still ran along the iron way
But only for a few short years 'til it had had it's day
In nineteen sixty half the route was closed for ever more
And total closure came about in nineteen sixty four.
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
Now as you walk or ride your bike when you're out for the day
Please enjoy the peaceful trail along the Silkin Way
But stop a while and think about the men who's graft and toil
With only picks and shovels shifted many tons of soil
To cut through all the obstacles so that the train could run
From the valley down in Coalport to the town of Wellington
CHORUS: The Coalport Dodger . . .
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5. |
Mad Jack
04:10
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At Halston Hall in Shropshire, the Master had a son
The year was seventeen ninety six, the boy was christened John
When he was two his father died, inheritance to him came
But education was required, Westminster School by name
But fighting with a master there was not perceived correct
So Harrow School took on the lad, but soon did him eject
And as his nickname he acquired: 'Mad Jack' from Halston Hall
Two thousand bottles of best port, he took to Cambridge Halls
At twenty one, the money his, he set off on a spree
And quickly he worked through the lot with passion and with glee
To be MP was his next jaunt, ten pounds to bribe all near
But politics they bored him so he resigned within the year
He rode a bear through his drawing room, hunted naked in the wood
Dressed cats and dogs in livery, Champagne and steak their food
His favourite horse called Baronet had free reign of the house
'Twould lie beside the fire with Jack as quiet as a mouse
Four horse gigs he drove at speed and tested them to see
If a horse pulled carriage could jump a gate: quite unsuccessfully!
He downed eight bottles of Port each day and his own dogs did bite
Ate hazelnuts at formal meals and hunted ducks at night
But soon his money it was gone, to France he did retire
And trying to cure his hiccups there set his nightshirt on fire!
But life in France was not for him, to England he came back
But unable to pay his debts he was sent to Southwark
Where at the King's Bench Prison there, they locked him up inside
And in the year of thirty four, Mad Jack Mytton died.
In debtor's prison he met his end, that was to be his fate
A broken wretched foolish man, he died aged thirty eight.
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6. |
The Blessing
03:33
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I'm home from school, there's chores to do, there's never time for play
Perhaps if I can get them done I'll have some time today
I help my father milk the cows then cans and measures found
It's off I go come rain or shine upon my nightly round
Round Gravel Leasows and up The Finney, down The Stocking Lane
It's past The Spout to Burroughs Bank and then back home again
The Clarkes, the Boycotts, Humphrey Plant, the Yapps, the Skeltons too
Would like to get their pint of milk before the evening's through
A noise from field behind the hedge, so dark I cannot see
I rattle cans and spill some milk and quickly onward flee
Then Mrs Davies scowls at me as pint of milk I measure
And with tongue sharp she soon points out her reason for displeasure
“Where's the blessing Lizzie dear? You haven't put me any”
Another splash soon satisfies and she gives me a penny.
Now chores are done, just one more task it's to The Hammer pub
I have to fetch the sup - per beer before I get my grub
Then off to sleep and in the morn it's wash the kitchen floor
Feed the chickens and the pigs then off to school once more.
Another day, I'm home from school and still the chores they come
Perhaps one day I'll get away, until then - let's get on.
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7. |
The Nine Men of Madeley
04:10
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Down Lane Pit as usual another working day
The dust as always in our lungs we work hard for our pay
When underground we're grafting hard with candle flame for light
It's sweat and toil for twelve long hours and the ceiling's two foot high
The shift it ends, it's to the shaft our passage to the sun
Back home to see our families now the day's work it is done
The doubles ready we start up, nine on the hoops, hold tight!
Although for eight is was designed the young boys were quite light
And suddenly the hook it broke, the winding chain went slack
Impossible we could survive, we plunged into the black.
Three hundred sixty feet we'd passed,that's higher than Big Ben
The nine of us hurled down the shaft, it's death for boys and men.
The six inch planks above the sump, our bodies splintered these
And thirteen feet of water there we plunged into with ease
The twenty seventh of September eighteen sixty four
Our mutilated bodies lay, we'd never work no more.
The inquest held, accidental death was how the verdict came
The chains and all equipment good, we're not sure who's to blame
October the first we were carried down to St Michael's Church, Madeley
Four hundred miners walked with us and one hundred family
And as our coffins lined the aisle Dead March from Saul was played
Then side by side in communal grave we men and boys were laid
And cast iron covers over us, Reverend Yate he did us proud.
So many people said goodbye, two thousand plus we're told
Remember us who lie below: Edward Wallett , John Tranter
Benjamin Davies, Joseph Maiden, fourteen year old John Farr
And William Jarratt, Francis Cookson and another boy John Jones
And finally, there by our side twelve year old William Owens*
Down Lane Pit as usual another working day
The dust as always in our lungs we work hard for our pay
When underground we grafted long it's where we made our mark
And now our ghosts all linger there down in the damp and dark.
*It is with sincere apologies that I admit to naming William wrongly.
His surname was in fact Onions, not Owens.
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8. |
Carpenter's Row
03:54
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Chorus: Carpenter's, Tea Kettle, Charity Row
These houses were built by the Darbys you know
Carpenter's, Tea Kettle, Charity Row
These houses were built by the Darbys you know
We don't have a tap in our home, that's for sure
And with men at work it's the housewife's chore
To fetch all the water required for the day
So to Bathwell Pumps we will all make our way
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
Then it's off to the brewhouse, our tasks for the day
Are washing and scrubbing and starching a way
And while we all gossip we brew up the beer
For it's safer to drink that than water round here.
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
The houses are small but they're fit for our needs
And a garden provides us with food grown from seeds
We don't have a toilet, it's candles for light
But we pay a fair rent for this homely delight
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
From six in the morning 'till six in the eve
The men work at furnace and forge without leave
Then in the evening the next shift goes on
For twelve more long hours 'till night it is done
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
The Coalbrookdale Company's built a new school
That educates boys with the slate and the rule
Slag cools on the Coke Hearth and gives off good heat
And bakes our potatoes, a regular treat
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
The Darbys all care for us, somebody shouts
But our sweat lines their pockets of that there's no doubt
But we're much better off than a lot we do say
We've a home and a job and there's regular pay
Chorus: Carpenter's, TeamKettle, Charity Row . . .
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Judge Leighton was a powerful man as Chief Justice for Wales
A reputation he had built, he was as hard as nails
No leniency would he hand out, it never would be done
A hanging judge he was know as, it was his rule of thumb
His home at Plash Hall Cardington was built of local stone
Not quite befitting of the man who's status was well know
In fifteen twenty he began to plan refurbishment
A house of Tudor brick was built, a fine establishment
The house was nearing topping out, fine chimneys it would need
Sir William has a stroke of luck when before him came to plead
A man condemned, a bricklayer who was extremely skilled
Sir William said he'd pardon him if chimneys he would build
This man could not believe his luck, his pardon would not shirk
And elegant zig-zag, diamond stacks rose up from the leadwork
The finest chimneys in the land, the people stood transfixed
At the way this master tradesman used the soft red tudor bricks
The judge though pleased he was concerned that he would start a run
Of people seeking pardons when it just could not be done,
He did not wish to start a trait of sentences reduced
So he devised an evil scheme to have the builder noosed
A rope tied round the chimney pots with hangman's knot well made
And from the very end of it the master builder swayed
The chimneys to this day bleed blood, and to put fear in your heart
A ghostly rope taps at the pane to wake you with a start
When renovations on the house took place in later years
It's said a skeleton was found that answered people's fears
Rope remains around the neck in tatters they were strung
Was this the master builder who those years ago had hung?
Judge Leighton was a powerful man as Chief Justice for Wales
A reputation he had built, he was as hard as nails
No leniency would he hand out, it never would be done
A hanging judge he was know as, it was his rule of thumb
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10. |
Pink Giants
04:34
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Those blushing pink giants how proudly they stand
The colour designed to blend in with the land
They sit there content giving off clouds of steam
Four bold concrete structures in sunlight they gleam
In the year sixty three the foundations were laid
Despite the objections and challenges made
The towers and the chimney rose into the sky
Reaching two hundred and five metres high*
And the grand turbine hall at the heart of the site
Held two generators of power and might
And the Severn, it's water how freely it gives
The fire it heats up and the great turbine lives
The coal train it travels by day and by night
Coal's needed to feed the turbine's appetite
In the 'Dale o'er the viaduct slowly it goes
And crosses Albert Edward Bridge where the Severn it flows
The environment's precious, there have to be rules
To stop us from using the old fossil fuels
So coal fired power stations were not all that good
Directives insisted they start to burn wood
Pollution in the Gorge it has now had it's day
Two thousand and fifteen, it saw us all say
Goodbye to the plant and goodbye to it's power
The moment has past, it has had it's fine hour
“Please don't knock them down now” the locals all cry
Those towering pink monuments rising up high
Familiar landmarks we can spot from afar
When we're driving back home in our fine motor car.
Those blushing pink giants how proudly they stand
The colour designed to blend in with the land
For forty six years they gave off clouds of steam
Those bold concrete structures in sunlight still gleam
*It was the chimney that was two hundred and five metres high,
not the cooling towers as was rightly pointed out by someone who heard the song.
It should be pointed out that when I wrote this song the cooling towers were still standing.
They were demolished on 6th December 2019.
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11. |
A Game of Cards
03:06
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A quiet night down in The Boat
Some men were playing cards
When through the door a stranger came
They nodded their regards
And kindly they invited him
To join them at the table
The man sat down and took a hand
At winning seemed quite able
One of the men he caught his pipe
It fell unto the floor
When bending down to pick it up
Was shocked by what he saw
The stranger's feet did not look right
And seeking further proof
He got his friend to take a look
They saw a cloven hoof
Denouncing the Devil they all stood up
Old Nick he swiftly fled
But one man thought he'd come for him
And col - lapsed and fell down dead
When sitting at the table there
You may have sensed a breeze
And put it down to this old pub
As it whistled round your knees
And to the door you may have glanced
To see if it's ajar
But it's the ghost of that dead man
Just passing by the bar
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12. |
Hide and Seek
04:06
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A boy and girl ran round the streets and up the narrow lanes
Young William pretended he was the horse and Charlotte held the reins
But tiring of this Charlotte cried, "Let's play at hide and seek
Go over there and count to ten and make sure you don't peek"
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek, no harm can them befall
But Charlotte and young William are now hiding from us all.
Charlotte she then ran off to hide until by William found
And for a while they played like that before they swapped around
Young William, he went off to hide but rain started to pour
So they ran home to Magpie House and went in through the door
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek . . .
They went down to the cellar there to play their game inside
The casks and kegs of beer down there made great places to hide
But unbeknown to anyone, for no-one saw them go,
Someone locked the door above as they hid down below
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek . . .
Because the rain did not abate the Severn it did rise
A flash flood filled the cellar up before their very eyes
So those two children lost their lives beneath the Severn's swirl
And loving parents lost their boy and precious little girl
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek . . .
To ease their grief they did erect two statues of the pair
And if you walk the gardens now you're sure to see them there
But images of marble can't replace the flesh and blood
Or ease a grieving mother's heart for children lost to flood
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek . . .
If you go down the Cartway on a dark and chilly night
Soft whimpering you may just hear - the grieving mother's plight.
Unable to contain her loss the Black Lady's still there
A-weeping and a-wailing and a-tearing of her hair.
Chorus: It's just a game of hide and seek . . .
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13. |
Nellie in the Churchyard
03:49
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Old Nellie's hens were doing well
So listen to this tale I tell
It's off to market she did go
with baskets laden, eggs to show
Sit back and watch the money grow
Refrain: Sit back and watch the money grow
The sun it shone, the eggs all sold
It was a great day to behold
The heat and dust had dried her throat
She fancied she could spare a groat
The Bull's Head did fine beer promote
Refrain: The Bull's Head did fine beer promote
So in she went, soon first one gone
She ordered up a second one
With all her friends the time did fly
But all the talk soon made her dry
The remedy was quite close by.
Refrain: The remedy was quite close by.
No money left from pub she staggered
And looking just a little haggard
Into churchyard gently swayed
Where market nights she'd often stayed
And under a big slab she laid
Refrain: And under a big slab she laid
A group of lads from ale house spill
With jug of beer and time to kill
And to the churchyard make their way
To find a seat, but to her dismay
They chose the slab where Nellie lay
Refrain: They chose the slab where Nellie lay
She lay there quiet as jug they passed
And laughed and chatted 'til at last
One of the lads said with a wink
“We should offer this good man a drink”
And against the slab the jug he chinked
Refrain: And against the slab the jug he chinked
A wizened hand came from the ground
And for the jug it felt around
The five lads soon leapt to their feet
And turned as white as any sheet
And quickly ran off down the street
Refrain: And quickly ran off down the street
Back home to Clive the revellers sped
Their supernatural tale soon spread
Her version Nellie told with glee
The lads soon heard her repartee
A long time 'til in Wem they'd be!
Refrain: A long time 'til in Wem they'd be!
If on my theme I rightly think
There are five reasons why men drink
Good wine, a friend, because I'm dry
Or else I should be by and by,
Or any other reason why.*
Refrain: Or any other reason why.
*The last verse was written by Dr Henry Aldrich (1647-1710)
an English theologian and philosopher.
He became Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University in
1692 and in 1702 he was appointed Rector of Wem.
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14. |
Ippikin
03:46
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Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin keep a - way with your long chin
Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin keep a - way with your long chin
He was a bold knight but not quite what you think of
When you think how a knight in his armour should be
No riding white chargers or saving fair damsels
His actions did not include much chivalry
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
A jolly bold robber with powers supernatural
He replenished his youth every seventy years
And he and his gang roamed the land around Wenlock
And robbed anyone who came wandering too near
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
From a cave on the Edge he roamed free with his comrades
He loved rape and pillage, 'twas more of his style
His cave it was full of bright gold and bright silver
His ill gotten gains, he'd collected a pile.
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
This man Ippikin he was seemingly unstoppable
But mother nature stepped in and spoilt things for him when
One night when they sheltered from some violent weather
A lightening bolt struck the rock over his den
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
A great lump fell off and it blocked up the entrance
Preventing the robbers from leaving their cave
And stopping those villains from ever more looting
The depths of the hillside became their own grave
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
When on Wenlock Edge and stood there by the rock face
This murderous knight's still about I will pledge
And if you recite the short poem I've taught you
He'll rush out and push you right over the edge
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
Now Ippikin's Rock it still has a reminder
An imprint of a gold chain that he used to wear
But I think it more likely that it's just a fossil
Left over from times when the sea it was there.
Chorus: Ip - pi - kin, Ip - pi - kin . . .
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Roy Griffiths Telford, UK
As a folk singer / songwriter my songs are mainly written in the folk style.
I also perform traditional and contemporary songs and accompany myself with the melodeon. I will occasionally use the addition of a backing track.
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