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1.
the fair maid by the sea shore (words: traditional, music: Lissa S.) source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 There was a fair maiden far crossed in love far crossed in love as it were o Nothing could she find but to ease her fair mind Than to stray all along the sea shore, stray all along the sea shore There was a sea captain a ploughing the deep a ploughing the deep as is were o Nothing could he find but to ease his sad mind Than to sail all along the sea shore, sail all along the sea shore Oh I have got silver and I have got gold and I have got costly wares o All these I will give to my jolly seamen If they’ll bring this fair damsel on board, bring this fair damsel on board With many persuasions she came on board, the captain he welcomed her there o He welcomed her down to his cabin below Saying fair thee well sorrow and care, fair thee well sorrow and care. She sang him a song it was at his request she sang it so sweet and so fair o She sang it so sweet so neat and complete That she sang the sea captain to sleep, sang the sea captain to sleep Then she robbed him of silver she robbed him of gold, she robbed him of costly wares o And the captain’s broad sword she used for an oar As she paddled her boat to the shore, paddled her boat to the shore. Oh were my men sleeping or were my men mad or were my men sunk in despair o That the lady so gay should thus run away When the captain he welcomed her there, the captain he welcomed her there. No your men were not sleeping your men were not mad your men were not sunk in despair o I deluded your crew and likewise you too And again I’m a maid on the shore, again I’m a maid on the shore
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jam on gerry’s rock/ willie’s (Lissa S.) “Willie’s” written for Willie Bain song source: “Maine Traditional Music, vol 4” produced for Maine Public Radio by Jeff McKeen, recorded from the singing of Newell Beam in Machias, Maine. Now come all of you bold shanty boys and listen while I relate The story of a river man and his untimely fate The story of a river man who’s heart was true and brave It was at the jam on Gary’s Rock that he met his watery grave It was on a Sunday morning, as you shall quickly hear The logs were piled up mountains high we could not keep them clear Our foreman said come on brave lads with hearts devoid of fear And we’ll break the jam on Gary’s Rock and for Adam’s Town we’ll turn They had not rolled off many when they heard his clear voice say I’ll have you be on your guards, boys for the jam will soon give way These words were scarcely spoken when the jam did break and go And it carried away those six brave lads with their foreman young Monroe They pulled him from his watery grave, brushed back his raven hair There’s one fair form among them who’s wails did ring the air There’s one fair form among them, a girl from Logan’s Town Who’s wonton cries rang to the skies for her true love that got drowned They buried him with sorrow deep it was on the month of May Come all of you bold shanty boys and for your comrade pray They buried him with sorrow deep it was where the hemlock grow With the day and date of that sad fate of that shanty boy Monroe
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Harmony 03:14
harmony (words: Isaac Watts 1707, music: Supply Belcher 1794) source: “The Norumbega Harmony: Historic and Contemporary Hymn Tunes and Anthems from the New England Singing School Tradition” University Press of Mississippi 2003 Come let us join our cheerful songs, with angels round the throne Ten thousand thousand are their tongues but all their joys are one (2x) Worthy the lamb that died they cry, to be exalted thus Worthy the lamb our lips reply for he was slain for us (2x) The whole creation join in one, to bless the sacred name Of one who sits upon the throne and to adore the lamb (2x)
4.
lumberman in town/ go ken go (Lissa S) “Go Ken Go” written for Ken Voorhees song source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 When the lumberman comes down, every pocket bears a crown And he wanders some pretty girl to find If she is not too sly with her dark and rolling eye The lumberman is pleased to his mind (2x) Then the landlady comes in she is dressed so neat and trim And she looks just like an evening star She is ready to wait on him if she finds him in good trim Chalk him down for two to one at the bar (2x) The lumberman goes on till his money's spent and gone And the landlady begins to frown With her dark and rolling eye this will always be her cry Lumberman it is time you were gone (2x) She gives him to understand there’s a boat to be a manned And away up the river he must go With good liquor and a song its go hitch your horses on Bid adieu to the girls of St John (2x) Then to the woods he’ll go with his heart so full of woe And he wanders from tree after tree Till six months have come and past he forgets it all at last It is time that I should have another spree (2x)
5.
the logger’s boast source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 Come all you sons of freedom, throughout the state of Maine Come all you gallant lumbermen, and listen to my strain, On the banks of the Penobscot, where the rapid water flows (Ch) We’ll range the wild woods over and a lumbering we’ll go And a lumbering we’ll go We’ll range the wild woods over and a lumbering we’ll go When the white frost gilds the valleys and cold congeals the flood When many men have naught to do to earn their families bread When the swollen streams are frozen, and the hills are clad with snow (Ch) When you pass through the dense city and pity all you meet To hear their teeth chattering as they hurry down the street But in red frost proof flannel we’re encased from top to toe (Ch) The music of our burnished axe shall make the woods resound And many a lofty ancient pine will tumble to the ground But at night around our campfire we’ll sing while rude winds blow (Ch) When our youthful days have ended we’ll cease from winter’s toils And each one through the summer warm will till the virgin soil We’ve enough to eat to drink to wear, content through life to go Then we’ll tell our wild adventures and no more a lumbering go And no more a lumbering go We’ll tell our wild adventures and no more a lumbering go
6.
Lovely Jaime 03:53
lovely jamie source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 On last Monday evening as I went to the ball I met my own Jamie so proper and tall I asked him to go with me, a piece down the road I’d show him my father’s garden, and where I abode There’s a tree in father’s garden lovely Jamie said she Where young men and maidens they wait upon me Where young men and maidens are enjoying their rest Meet me there, lovely Jamie, you’re the boy I love best My cruel cruel father in ambush did lay And hearing the words that my Jamie did say And hearing the words as for my love he did sue With a pointed weapon he pierced my love through Oh cruel cruel father, since this is your will The innocent blood of my Jamie to spill I’ll go now to his grave where he lies so low May the heavens shine round him he’s my own darling boy Oh green grow the rushes and tall grow the trees And love it is waiting, it waits for you and me And love it is a hard thing, it conquers the best In heaven I hope to meet him, it’s there I’ll find rest.
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young charlotte (words: traditional/Lissa S, music: traditional/Lissa S.) source: "The Maine Woods Songster" edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 In a village fifteen miles from home, there’s a merry ball tonight Although the air is freezing cold our hearts are warm and light Long and anxiously she watched till a well-known voice she hears And driving up to the cottage door young Charles Wesley appears Why Charlotte dear her mother says this blanket around you fold It is a dreadful night you know you’ll take your death of cold "Oh no oh no," young Charlotte says and she laughed like a gypsy queen To ride in blankets muffled up I never would be seen (Ch) And the wind blows cruel, and the wind blows free Bring my love back to me There’s music in the sound of bells as over the hills we go What a crackling noise the runners make as they bite the frozen snow With faces muffled silently for five long miles they rode Until at length with a frozen word young Charles the silence broke Such a night as this I never knew my reins I scarce can hold Young Charlotte says with a feeble voice I feel exceeding cold He cracks his whip he urged his steed much faster than before Until at length five more long miles in silence they rode over (Ch) Young Charles he says I feel the air a gathering on my brow Young Charlotte says with a weaker voice I’m growing warmer now They rode over the mountain side and through the cold starlight Until they entered the village and the ball room came in sight Driving up young Charles jumps out and gives his hand to her Why sit you there like a monument that has no power to stir He called her once he called her twice but she uttered not a word He called her for her hand again but still she never stirred (Ch) He tore the mantle from her brow and the cold stars on her shone And quickly in the lighted room her helpless form was borne They tried all means were in their power her life to restore But Charlotte was a frozen corpse again to speak no more They bore her out into the sleigh and Charles with her rode home And when they reached her cottage door oh how her parents mourned They mourned the loss of their daughter dear and Charles mourned for his bride Until at length his heart did break and they slumber side by side (Ch) And the wind blows cruel, and the wind blows free Bring my love back to me And the sun will set, and the snow will fall Falling down upon us all
8.
little musgrove and lady barnswell source: “British Ballads From Maine: The Development of Popular Songs with Texts and Airs” by Phillips Barry, Fannie Hardy Eckstorm, and Mary Winslow Smyth, 1929 There were nine ladies of the East Assembled at the ball The first to come in was Lord Barnswell’s Lady The fairest of them all She cast her eyes on Little Musgrove And Little Musgrove on she How much would you take you Little Musgrove To tarry all night with me To tarry all night with you fair lady Would cause no end of war I know you are Lord Barnswell’s lady By the gold rings you wear So what if I am Lord Barnswell’s lady This night I mean to beguile For he is away to fair old England He won’t be back for a while What is it that I hear Says Little Musgrove says he No no it is but the wind As it stirs the leaves on the tree Lie still lie still you Little Musgrove And shield me from the cold It’s not it’s not but a little shepherd As he drives his sheep to the fold Then up came Barnswell and his men And pounded at the ring Rise up rise up you Little Musgrove Rise up and let me in He’s taken off the coverlet He’s taken off the sheets Oh now oh now my Little Musgrove Do you find my lady sweet Rise up rise up you Little Musgrove And you your clothes put on For it should never be said of Barnswell That he killed a naked man The very first blow that Musgrove gave He wounded Lord Barnswell sore The very first blow that Lord Barnswell gave And Little Musgrove was no more She lifted up his dying head And kissed him from cheek to chin I’d rather have you oh Little Musgrove Than Banswell and all his kin He’s turned around to his fair lady And stabbed her to the heart Since in this life you have lovers been In death you shall not part
9.
the old beggar man source: “British Ballads From Maine: The Development of Popular Songs with Texts and Airs” by Phillips Barry, Fannie Hardy Eckstorm, and Mary Winslow Smyth, 1929 He gave his love a gay gold watch that she might rule in her own country She gave him a gay gold ring, and the virtue of that ring was above all things If this ring is bright true know your love is true to you But if this ring is pale and wan your true love is in love with another one He set sail and off went he until he came to strange country He looked at the ring it was pale and wan, his true love was in love with another one So he set sail and back came he until he came to his own country And as he was riding along the plain who should he meet but an old beggar man You lend me your begging rig that begging rig it must go on So come tell me as fast as you can what’s to be done with the begging rig You may beg from pitt you may beg from paul beg from the highest to the lowest of them all But from them all you need take none until you come to the bride’s own hand She came trembling down the stairs rings on her fingers and gold in her hair A glass of wine all in her hand which she gave to the old beggar man He took the glass and drank the wine and in the glass he slipped the ring Oh where got you this by sea or by land, or did you get it off of a drowned one’s hand I did not get it by sea or land I did not get it off a drowned one’s hand I got it in my courting gay, and gave it to my love on her wedding day Rings from her fingers she did pull off gold from her hair she did let fall I’ll go with you forever more and beg for my bread from door to door Between the kitchen and the hall the begging rig he did let fall Shining in gold amongst them all and he was the fairest in the hall
10.
the drowsy sleeper source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939 Arise arise you drowsy sleeper, arise arise it’s almost day There’s someone at your bedroom window a-mourning there so bitterly Oh who is at my bedroom window a-mourning there so bitterly Tis I tis I your own true loved one, the boy you always loved the best Oh Mary dear go ask your father if you my wedded bride shall be If he says no, love come and tell me and I’ll no longer trouble thee Oh Willie dear I dare not ask him for he lies in his bed at rest And by his side a silver dagger to pierce the heart that I love best Oh Mary dear go ask your mother if you my wedded bride shall be If she says no, love come and tell me and I’ll no longer trouble thee Oh Willie dear I need not ask her for she is bound to set us free So Willie dear go court some other she whispered softly unto me Oh I can climb the highest tree love and I can rob the eagle’s nest And I can court the prettiest fair maid but not the one that I love best

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All tracks traditional, except where noted. All arrangements by the various musicians on each track- except Fair Jaime, The Drowsy Sleeper and The Loggers Boast, arranged by Lissa Schneckenburger

For bookings, additional recordings, and more information on the musicians and songs, go to www.lissafiddle.com.

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released April 27, 2013

Recorded at Sound Design (Brattleboro VT) by Allan Stockwell. Additional recording at Poet’s Corner (Co. Galway, Ireland) by Leon O’Neill, Frost Studios (Brattleboro VT), and Robot Rodeo (West Newton MA) by Eric Merrill. “Fair Jaime” Recorded live on WVBR's Bound for Glory, Ithaca, NY, April 8th, 2007. Host: Phil Shapiro, Mixed by: Terry Kelleher
Produced by Eric Merrill and Lissa Schneckenburger
Mixed by Matt Beaudoin at Q Division, Somerville MA
Mastered by Jay Frigoletto, Metranome Studio
Graphic Design by Adam Agee
Corey DiMario and Rushad Eggleston appear courtesy of Signature Sounds Records

Lissa plays Bob Childs (2004) and Collin-Mezin (1951) fiddles, Corey DiMario plays basses made by the Upton Bass String Instrument Company

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Lissa Schneckenburger Brattleboro, Vermont

The traditional music of New England can be as warm and comforting as a winter fire or as potent and exhilarating as a summer thunderstorm. Fiddler, singer, and composer Lissa Schneckenburger is a master of both moods, a winsome, sweet-voiced singer who brings new life to old ballads and a skillful, dynamic fiddler who captures the driving rhythm and carefree joy of dance tunes old and new. ... more

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