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Ballad
A ballad is a form of verse, frequently a narrative set to music. Ballads were especially characteristic of Irish and British popular poetry and song between the later medieval period and the 19th century. They are used extensively across Europe and later North Africa, the Americas and Australia.
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What are the ballad of hillsborough lyrics?
The Ballad Of Hillsborough
The Liverpool supporters
Were given the smaller end;
Crammed behind the goal mouth,
The fans were tightly penned.
Penned, penned in their thousands,
Penned in under the sky
No one there had reckoned,
That ninety-six would die.
The barriers all buckled,
They couldn't take the strain.
The cheers of jubilation,
Turned into cries of pain.
And when at last they noticed,
The police unlocked a gate,
But the exit was too narrow,
And they'd opened it too late.
The nation watched in horror,
Stunned with disbelief
As the shadows from the goal mouth
Stained a football pitch with grief.
An inquiry has been opened
To find out who's to blame.
But for those who lost their dear ones,
Nothing will be the same.
For nothing brings the dead back,
Post mortems, flowers or prayers,
It's like reaching the top of the stairwell
And finding there's no stairs
That drop down into darkness,
Goes down and down and down
And grief's black water well there,
Inviting you to drown.
Never to see your loved ones,
Or hear them on the phone,
It's hard to believe when it happened,
That you'll never walk alone.
But down at the Kop at Anfield,
The goalmouth shows it's true,
The scarves around the crossbar,
Are knotted red and blue.
Despite divided loyalties,
Liverpool loves it's own,
And every tribute there proclaims,
You'll never walk alone.
Not by the banks of the Mersey
Nor down the terraced streets,
Beneath the great cathedrals,
A city's warm heart beats.
And now in the cold spring sunset,
The liver birds aflame,
The phoenix rose from the ashes,
A city can do the same.
What is the moral of the gresford disaster ballad?
the moral of the gresford disaster is that sex is a good thing
What is the spiritual value of the story Lord Randal?
"Lord Randal" is a traditional Scottish ballad that explores themes of betrayal and deception. Its spiritual value lies in its cautionary tale about the consequences of making poor choices and trusting the wrong people. It serves as a reminder to be discerning in relationships and to be wary of deceitful intentions.
What country is the song bothy ballad well known in?
The song "bothy ballad" is well known in Scotland. These traditional songs originate from the Scottish agricultural laborers, particularly those who worked in bothies, which are simple shelters or cottages. Bothy ballads often tell stories of rural life, love, and the hardships faced by workers in the countryside. They are an integral part of Scotland's folk music heritage.
what happens a person keeps it and when they die they give away in their will
Who sang the son The Ballad of Archie Who?
The singer was Murray Kellum. My father and uncle own Malaco Studios in Jackson MS where the song was recorded.
What is an example of a ballad stanza?
a stanza in a ballad is a verse and an example would be: (this is from the lady of shalott):
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide,
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"the has come upon me," cried
The Lady Of Shalott.
i know its a bit long but the can be 4 or more lines long
Get Up and Bar the Door theme?
the theme of the story is stubbornness both wife and husband cant stand each other more than its necessary.
Did Lord randal really died why?
In the poem "Lord Randall" , the hero Randall dies from eating poisoned eels given to him by his true love. The poem does not say if the poisoning was intentional or not.
What are the lyrics to 'The Ballad of the Northern Suburbs?
Some of the lyrics I couldn't get completely, so they would look like *this* if I asn't sure.
I did the best I could.
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O please daddy, won't you take us to Enanda, all 6, 7, of us 8, 9 ,10?
The Horsey boys will all be there, the goodman brothers, what a pair!
And we can get our pictures on the social page again
(chorus)
Champagne, Caviar, Polo and Jaguars.
Garden Parties, Debutantes, and french liquor
Life's so boring for a gal who cannot join the social world,
with first nights, dimple hage, and gown by dior.
O please daddy, won't you fly us off to London?
First class of course, in the seven o' seven.
We're sure to make the Margret set
and find some titled boyfriend yet
To dance at the Savoy will be positively heaven!
(chorus)
O please daddy, let's go skiing at St. morrits,
with Mary Lou and you-know-who, and the upper ten.
If we don't break our arms and necks,
we're sure to charm the other sex
And when the seasons over, we'll go bowing back again!
(chorus)
O please daddy, if we can't go off to London,
or spend a month in Paris when the weather's fine.
If we can't indulge in winter sports,
or cruise around some foreign ports,
won;t you buy me just a teeny weeny diamond mine?
(chorus)
O please daddy..
FOOTSACK!
Ag sous cookie, just cut out all that nagging
Pass up now, hey? Just remember I'm your pa.
I'm so fed up with your cheek, and that fancy way you speak
That *blarie* School has finished you, has finished you *glar*
Popcorn, chewing gum (chewing gum), peanuts and bubblegum (oh, bubblegum)
Ice cream, candy floss(oh candy floss) and Eskimo pie
Ag daddy how we miss Snicker Bars(Oh *jeez*) and licorice, pepsi cola, ginger beer and canda dry.
I think the mother thinks that it would be more safe for her child to go to church that to go to the freedom march.
The guitar cords to love ballad performed by LTD or how you may obtain them?
Wassup! LTD - Love Ballad guitar chords. C#maj7, Cm7, Fm, Bbm7
Show me the words from the Ballad of the Leatherneck Corps?
Oh, the wind blows cold in Iceland but the
wind's blown cold before,
And it's not so hard in your own backyard
to be set for peace or war.
But to fight for right and freedom, and to
keep our honor clean,
We are proud to claim the title of United
States Marine.
Oh, the wind blows cold in Iceland but the
wind's blown cold before,
And it's not so hard in your own backyard
to be set for peace or war.
But to strike a blow on a distant foe is a
job for The LEATHERNECK CORPS.
Where are you heading Leatherneck?
I'm off to Tripoli son! It's someplace in
Africa, don't know where,
But an ornery pirate gang is there,
And we're under orders to sweep it bare of
each pirate son-of-a-gun.
So off they went, it was eighteen five,
And they piled in there with a mighty
drive 'Til hardly a pirate was left alive.
And, Jefferson said: "Well done."
Oh the shore is strange in Iceland,
But the shore's been strange before.
And the folks at home don't have to roam,
To be set for peace or war.
But to challenge fear when it's far from
here, Is a job for the LEATHERNECK CORPS.
Where are you heading, Leatherneck?
I'm off to Sumatra, son.
The natives there are a savage lot,
Our ships have been sunk, and our sailors
shot. And, that place which they tell me is
burning hot. It will be hotter before we're done.
So, off they went, back in thirty-two,
And vengeance was had for each murdered
crew and over the isle Old Glory Flew.And Jackson said: "Well done."
Oh the sea is rough off Iceland,
But the sea's been rough before.
There are no rough seas where you sit at
ease. All set for peace or war.
But to face a foe half the world away,
Is a job for The LEATHERNECK CORPS.
Where are you heading Leatherneck?
I'm off to China, son!
A bunch of Boxers are raising hob,
They're killing Christians this crazy mob,
So the U.S. Marines have got a job
And this one looks like fun.
So in nineteen hundred they sailed away,
And fought the Boxers in old Cathay.
Pagodas crashed and they won the day.
And McKinely wired: "Well done."
Oh the gale roars high in Iceland,
But the gale's roared high before.
And it's cozy here, by the hearthside cheer,
To be set for peace or war.
But to make a stand, in a far off land,
Is a job for the LEATHERNECK CORPS!Where are you heading Leatherneck?
I'm off to Iceland son!
There's trouble brewing across the map,
And it may or may not be our scrap,
But we ain't gonna wait til it's in our lap!
We'll head it off on the run!
So off they march at a soldier's pace,
And, we pray that they have no fight to face
But they've gone there anyway just in case.
And America says: "Well done."Oh the nights may be long in Iceland,
But the nights been long before.
And it's not so hard in your own backyard,
To be set for peace or war.
But to beat the worst, by arriving first,
Is a job for The LEATHERNECK CORPS!
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Call out the members of the Queen's marine Call out the Kings artillery Call out me mother, my sister and me brother But for God's sakes, don't call me. Now, I don't want to be a soldier. I don't want to be a man of fires. (?) I just want to go down to old Soho Pinching all the girlies in the shoulder blades. I don't need no foreign women While London's full of girls I've never had. I just want to stay in Eng-a-land, Jolly, jolly Eng-a-land Following the footsteps of me dad. (Gor bli-me) Call out the members ----- Now, Monday night me hand was on her ankle. On Tuesday night my hand was on her knee. Wednesday night success, I lifted up her dress Thursday night I lifted up her silk chemise Friday night I got me hand upon it. Saturday night I give it just a twitch. Sunday after supper, I finally got it up 'er And now I'm paying seven bob a week. (Gor bli-me) Call out the members ----- Now, I don't want to join the Navy. I don't want to go to war. I just want to 'ang around Piccadilly Underground Livin' on the earnings of an 'igh class lady. I don't want a bullet in me backside And I don't want my knuckles shot away I want to stay in Eng-a-land Jolly, jolly Eng-a-land And fornicate my blooming life away. (Gor bli-me) Call out the members -----
Freebird
Tonight, Tonight
The Flame
Cowgirl in the Sand
Against the Wind
Wicked Game
