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Click for lyrics of "For whom the willow weeps"  "Is this where I come in?"

 

The songs   click CD name for details                                    

For whom the willow weeps                                Is this where I come in?

"The River": a song about morals. Lads watch out!!! "Butterfly": the first folk song I wrote and probably one of the most requested at gigs. A girls eye view of love through the seasons
"Dilemma": where did those ideals go? (and those people) "Free and easy": money can't buy everything, or anybody
"Blow out the candle": started as "carry on song writing" and ended in tragedy. Goes back to The Duke at Woodford, Northants where I first started playing acoustic music "Daisy of mine": sad, and had to have this title because just about everyone has a song called Daisy these days. Also introduces the thumb piano!
"Morwenstow": probably one of the most researched of my songs until I found out it was all myth, still a good story though "The wager" a true love song. 2 boys, 1 girl -no death but  loads of trauma
"Cherry tree": traditional and the first song I wrote on the accordion. Death and morals plus a bit of anti religion and republicanism thrown in

"Waltzing with the moon": had a title , needed a song, and this came out. Another popular number at gigs. A sad story of war and loss.

"Wild Flowers": A commission from one of my Irish friends about a battle  in Eire in 1921 in which a flying column of IRA were murdered in Clonmult, a true story which can be read about via the above link.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tunes

"The  old mandolin": In remembrance of   a mandolin I bought for £15 from an auction and it sounded like it. Still managed to write this on it though, but for this recording a more tuneful Ashbury instrument was used. "Abigail's Waltz": written for Abigail Washburn, banjo player extraordinaire. She turned me on to "old time" and I went home and penned this. Helped on this track by my co-Creosote Brother, Alan Jenkins
"The Dublin Breeze": first written on keyboards as an experiment to find sounds, now converted to this arrangement for whistle, guitar and fiddle. "White Dog Skip" Written in Rochetta in Italy, for Kelly,  after the open day at the brewery. Another "southern belle" and wife of Steve the brewer.
 

The songs  

Is this where I come in?

"The ancient and the old" : A song of elders!" "When the curtain falls": Make the most of it
Clocks" : Do what you will, but time is always the winner. "Australia": Generic, folky song about a "hard done by" country boy.  Sometimes the future looks rosier than it really is!
"You": Sometimes when people go they don't realise what they leave behind.

 

"Waiting for the boats" : The sort of routine that occurred in fishing and sailing ports and harbours in the old days when we had a fishing and shipping industry. Who knows if and when the boats would return?

 

 

 

 

 

The tunes

"Banks of green willow" Not the traditional tune, one of my compositions. Played in DADGAD for those who wish to try it. "Robertsons Reel": Composed by the great Shetland fiddle player Tom Anderson.
"Childgrove": One of the many Playford collected tunes First appeared in 1701 in the '11th Playford Dancing Master'   "Close to the edge"  One of the first accordion tunes that I wrote, here shared with fiddle and whistle.
 

CD Singles

 

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The full track is 7min 35secs.and can be purchased for 

£3 from brianjeffels@ntlworld.com

 

This is a commissioned single requested by an Irish friend of mine who had a personal interest in the story. It's a rambling ballad that tells the story of a historic battle in 1921 when a number of IRA men hid up in a  cottage in Clonmult in central Ireland and were betrayed by an unknown member of the community leading to the deaths of 12 of the group.

 

click on pic for mp3

 

The full track is 5min 45secs.and can be purchased for 

£3 from brianjeffels@ntlworld.com

Originally called Morwenstow Lights this is a ballad about the tiny village of Morwenstow in Cornwall. Situated just over the border with Devon, the area was renowned for it’s association with smuggling and wrecking. The well-known vicar of Morwenstow at the time was Robert Stephen Hawker,the man whose Harvest Festival revival popularised the hymn  ‘All things bright and beautiful’; but all was far from beautiful in the area in those days. Wrecking was a pastime frowned upon by many outside of the bands of people involved, and consisted of shining lights from the cliff tops out to sea to confuse the captains of boats. Believing that they had found a safe harbour, they navigated in to the rocky bays that wreckers frequented, holing their boats upon the rocks. This provided the wreckers with their spoils. A bill was passed by parliament stating that ships could not be described as ‘wrecked’ unless there were no survivors of the event. This accounts for the line ‘ murder them men, women, dogs, as we must - it’s the law’,  although nobody was ever convicted under this law and some say it was improvable with the code of silence that existed within the wrecking gangs. 

It is possible to stay in the rectory at Morwenstow and it is a great place to investigate these stories from.  contact them at http://rshawker.co.uk/