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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Standing Stones
The Standing Stones
Performer
Jimmy Cauty
Jimmy Cauty
Performer
Jeremy Max Finer
Jeremy Max Finer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cauty James Francis
Cauty James Francis
Songwriter
Jeremy Max Finer
Jeremy Max Finer
Songwriter

Lyrics

Two pretty boys were going to the school
And one evening coming home
Said William to John, ‘Oh, can you throw a stone
Or can you play at ball, ball
Or can you play at ball?’
‘I can neither throw a stone
Nor little can I play at ball
But if you come down to yon merry greenwood
I'll try you a wrestling fall, a fall
I'll try you a wrestling fall’
So they’ve gone down to yon merry green woods
Beneath a spreading moon
The little penknife slipped out of William's pocket
Which gave John his deadly wound, wound
Gave John his deadly wound
‘It’s you take off your white Holland shirt
And you tear it from gore to gore
And you will bind my deadly wounds
And they will blood no more, no more
And they will blood no more’
So he took off his white Holland shirt
And he's torn it from gore to gore
And he did bind his deadly wounds
But they bled ten times more, and more
Oh, they bled ten times more
‘What shall I tell to your father dear
This night when I go home?’
‘You can tell him I'm away to a London school
And the good scholar I'll come home, home
The good scholar I'll come home’
‘And what shall I tell to your sister dear
This night when I go home?’
‘You can tell her I'm a running in yon greenwood
A-bringing my school books home, home
A-bringing my school books home’
‘And what shall I tell to your stepmother dear
This night when I go home?’
‘You can tell her I'm dead and in grave laid
For she prayed I might never come home, home
She prayed I might never come home’
Written by: Cauty James Francis, Jeremy Max Finer
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