The Whistling Thief

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longlook-9.jpegThe photos are of the Hampshire Downs (hills and breed of sheep).

If you’ve not been here before you can read about this web site and SongShepherd by looking at About. I’m away in Hampshire for the next seven days or so, but do make yourself at home. Help yourself to any of the songs – there are hundreds on the menus above – and a lot more that you can come across by arrowing through from wherever you happen to be, not to mention tunes & stories. Clicking on a mosaic pic while you listen makes them larger. You can arrow through them too. Have a nice time.

I Walk Alone

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4-gardenerThe photos are of the Scottish borders. You can click a mosaic pic to see it larger and arrow through them all while you listen to the song.

Fuddling Day

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The old music halls, the ’60s folk clubs and the modern ‘sessions’, pictured here, all began life in pubs. The folk clubs and the sessions have largely stayed there. It seems to be their natural home. (And now, thank goodness, smoke-free.)

Fuddling Day was one of the earliest songs in my professional repertory. The serious subject is mitigated by the cheery tune and good chorus that had audiences joining in enthusiastically, which was very encouraging for a novice folk singer. I could have done with having some audience participation on this recording.

The Penny Wager

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The young man in our song has good reason to be sanguine if his life always runs as smoothly and carefree as this. Free lodgings and a kiss from the landlady… luxury! Incidentally, I laughed at one point in this song because inexplicably I decided to do a different ‘twiddle’ on my guitar between verses, and it worked. It isn’t always like that. Usually I ruin a perfectly good recording trying out something I haven’t practised or intended.

Mind Your Eye

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The picture, by Patricia Jacobs Photography is of  The Seven Dials Rapscallions an arresting, realistic and sometimes rather alarming street theatre company! (Click on the name and see.) The song is from The Gardener, volume 3 in a series of albums of mainly traditional songs collected over fifty years. There’s more in the menus above.