Nightjar wrote:

This is actually Ricky T on lead guitar.

You sure about that? He's not mentioned as playing on the Sleeve notes, I think the wikipedia page track 11 was a demo version or something.

There's a hole in the wall were a lorry came in - let's split.

This actually happened.

Dave Swarbrick very nearly died.

Fuzz bass!

Track 7 - Banks of the Sweet Primroses.

Back to the Trad.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

This is actually Ricky T on lead guitar.

You sure about that? He's not mentioned as playing on the Sleeve notes, I think the wikipedia page track 11 was a demo version or something.

Oh, perhaps.

It would appear he was a co-writer.

Perhaps the bonus track is the original with RT playing.

I don't have that bonus track.

Mind you this sounds a bit like him. Holding back a bit.

The Swarb' is the greatest Brummie singer ever.

After Noddy Holder perhaps.

But before Plant.

I'm quite proud to have stood within a few feet of these boozy, brilliant blokes when they played.

You can't quite etc

Track 8 - Instrumental Medley: The Cuckoo's Nest / Hardiman the Fiddler / Papa Stoor.

Now, a warning to Wendi, this is an instrumental.

Cuckoo.

Nightjar wrote:

The Swarb' is the greatest Brummie singer ever.

After Noddy Holder perhaps.

But before Plant.

They're Yamyams

:cuckoo:

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

The Swarb' is the greatest Brummie singer ever.

After Noddy Holder perhaps.

But before Plant.

They're Yamyams

I own three Fairport albums and one Judas Priest single.

That's about 30/2 in actually songs stakes.

This is a great version of a classic folk tune.

Track 9 - The Bonny Black Hare.

I wonder if anyone can work what the subtext of the song is?

On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day
With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game if the weather proved fair
To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare
Oh, I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
And her skin was as fair as the lily that blows
I says "My fair maiden, why mumble you so?
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?"
Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "No
But it's under me apron they say it do go
And if you'll not deceive me I vow and declare
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"
Well, I laid this girl down with her face to the sky
And I took out my ramrod and my bullets likewise
I says "Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels
For the closer we get, oh, the better it feels"
The birds they were singing in the bushes and trees
And the song that they sang was "Oh, she's easy to please"
I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done
Says I "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?"
Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "Nay
It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way
And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?"
"Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone
My ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on
But I'll be back in the morning and if you are still here
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"