My Daddy Tells Me Stories Would you like to come to my house? Would you like to come round & play? I’ve got all sorts of games & a tree house Bring your night things. Why not stay? We’ll make our own tea & wash up our cups Play scrabble & monopoly. Then we’ll pack them away, yes, we’ll tidy up Um no, we don’t have a tv. You can sleep in my bed I’m OK fine on the floor Sleep over please, as I’m living in dread I can’t take anymore. Chorus My daddy tells me stories Every single night My daddy tells me stories Then he puts out the light See, my dad thinks that too many kids these days Don’t use their imaginations. Make your own entertainment he always says Even though I’d just love a Play Station. What do you do at your place? Can I come round & some time? A decent nights’ sleep wouldn’t go amiss I never get one at mine. Chorus My daddy tells me stories Every single night My daddy tells me stories Then he puts out the light Skulls peer out of the cupboards Boggarts crawl under my bed. While I hide under the covers Harpies swirl round my head. Chorus My daddy tells me stories Every single night My daddy tells me stories Then he turns out the light. Why are you ringing your mother? What’s that strange look on your face? Don’t be so bothered for soon you’ll discover By morning there’s not a trace. If Mr Miacca chops off your leg ‘though it might make you scream. Don’t be ashamed about wetting the bed Think of it just as a dream. Chorus My daddy tells me stories Every single night My daddy tells me stories Then he puts out the light There’s a minotaur behind the door There’s wolves inside the walls Outside the Beasts’ of Dartmoor’s Choir caterwauls.

The Blackingstone Ravens Intro: G A Bflat x 3 C x2 V1 Joe walked along the Quarry Way that morning G After kissing his son’s rosy cheeks C D G So little sleep, he was still yawning G ‘Cos of the little one of six weeks C D G The cock was crowing, as he was going along Em C D The winding track, when he was attacked Em C D V2 The old boy with the lame leg & the dancing eye Was snaring rabbits in the woods. His wife was making pastry for their lunchtime pie At the kitchen table she stood. When 3 dark shadows swept/ swooshed overhead Then 3 black crows feasted on the old boy’s neck CHORUS The Blackingstone Ravens G A Bflat x 2 They wheel through the skies G A Bflat C The Blackingstone Ravens Hear their croak fear their cries Don’t look to the heavens C D As they’re reeling by G C For the Blackingstone Ravens C D Will peck out your eyes F G V3 Lovely little lambs on the hillside Gamboling in the fields So fluffy on the outside & warm & pink inside Soon to be ripped by claws sharp as steel Farmers lock up your livestock Mother’s hold on tight, don’t let your little ones out of your sight V4 Mary left her baby in the garden When she went to the Moreton Fair She bought a yellow ribbon from a tinker’s son Who tied it in her auburn hair When she got home O how did she scream? For her baby’s bones were picked white & clean CHORUS The Blackingstone Ravens They wheel through the skies The Blackingstone Ravens Hear their croak, fear their cries Don’t look to the heavens C D As they’re reeling by G C For the Blackingstone Ravens C D Will peck out your eyes F G INSTRUMENTAL V5 Joe walked along the Quarry Way that morning G After kissing their son’s rosy cheeks C D G Mary did not heed his warning G & left their little one of six weeks C D G When they got home, O how they did scream Em C D For their baby’s bones lay picked white & clean Em C D CHORUS The Blackingstone Ravens They wheel through the skies The Blackingstone Ravens Hear their croak, fear their cries Don’t look to the heavens C D As they’re reeling by G C For the Blackingstone Ravens C D Will peck out your eyes F G © Clive PiG

THE HOBYAHS Bm Once there was an old man & a woman & a little girl & they Em F #m7 Bm lived in a house on a hill made of hempstalks. & they had a little dog called Turpie, T T T T T Turpie They had a little dog called Turpie. Em F #m7 Bm Down in the deep dark woods lived The Hobyahs I said, Down in the deep dark woods lived the Hobyahs One night they came up the hill singing Hobyah Hobyah Hobyah G Tear down the hempstalks Bm Eat up the old man & woman Em & carry off the little girl F #m7 Carry off the little girl Bm But don’t worry everyone cos, Little dog Turpie barked so loud G A x 3 He did what he should He woofed & growled The Hobyahs ran as fast as they could Back to their home In the deep dark woods Bm7 But the old man said G B7 That little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber Em B7 & if I live till morning I will cut off his tail well he did live till morning & he cut off little Turpie’s tail Em Bow wow wow! Ouch…but don’t cry yet everyone….let’s see what happens next…it’s surely not as bad as all that…o yes it is! Em F #m7 Bm Down in the deep dark woods lived The Hobyahs I said, Down in the deep dark woods lived the Hobyahs & up they come once more singing: Hobyah Hobyah Hobyah G Tear down the hempstalks Bm Eat up the old man & woman Em & carry off the little girl F #m7 Carry off the little girl But don’t worry everyone cos, Little dog Turpie barked so loud G A x 3 He did what he should He woofed & growled The Hobyahs ran as fast as they could Back to their home In the deep dark woods Bm But the old man said G B7 That little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber Em B7 & if I live till morning I will cut off his legs well he did live till morning & he cut off little Turpie’s legs Em Bow wow wow! Ouch…but don’t cry yet everyone….let’s see what happens next Em F #m7 Bm Down in the deep dark woods lived The Hobyahs I said, Down in the deep dark woods lived the Hobyahs Uh oh ,they’re coming back Hobyah Hobyah Hobyah G Tear down the hempstalks Bm Eat up the old man & woman Em & carry off the little girl F #m7 Carry off the little girl But don’t worry everyone cos, Little Turpie barked so loud G A x 3 He did what he should He woofed & growled The Hobyahs ran as fast as they could Back to their home In the deep dark woods Em But the old man said G B7 That little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber Em B7 & if I live till morning I will cut off his head well he did live till morning & he cut off little Turpie’s head Em Bow wow wow! Uh oh Hobyah Hobyah Hobyah G Tear down the hempstalks Bm Eat up the old man & woman Em & carry off the little girl F #m7 Carry off the little girl They tore down the hempstalks they tor tore tore tore them down , they tore down the hempstalks & they ate the old man & they ate the old woman & popped the little girl into a sack & they took her back Em F #m7 Bm Down in the deep dark woods lived The Hobyahs Down in the deep dark woods lived the Hobyahs Em & they hung her in the bag on the back of their door F #m7 & they laughed & they teased & poked with their claws Em singing Look me look me look me F #m7 & then they went to sleep cos they slept during the day & a man came by that way & he heard her sobs Little Turpie barked so loud G A x 3 He did what he should He woofed & growled The Hobyahs ran as fast as they could Back to their home In the deep dark woods Em But the old man said G B7 That little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber Em B7 & if I live till morning I will cut off his head well he did live till morning & he cut off little Turpie’s head Em Bow wow wow! I think it’s time to cry now! Are you scared yet? I think I am! Here they come again Hobyah Hobyah Hobyah G Tear down the hempstalks Bm Eat up the old man & woman Em & carry off the little girl F #m7 Carry off the little girl Bm F #m7 Em They tore down the hempstalks, they tore tore tore tore tore,tore tore tore them down, they tore down the hempstalks… They ate the old man & they ate the old woman & they picked up the little girl & put her in a sack & they took her back Em F #m7 Bm Down in the deep dark woods lived The Hobyahs I said, Down in the deep dark woods lived the Hobyahs They dumped her on the floor & they jumped on top of her & poked her with they claws Chanting look me look me look me & then they hung her on the back of the door… & when the dawn light came they went to sleep as the Hobyahs only came out at nightime (& then a man came by he heard her cries he opened up the sack what a surprise The girl was cold & frightened shivering & sobbing when a man came by & heard her cries he opened up the sack & looked inside He reached in a took the girl into his arms & said you’ll come & live with me & into the sack he put his big black dog… Floor/door Next evening when the Hobyahs awoke they took the sack off the back of the door opened it up & out came the dog & tore them apart & wolfed them down & that’s why there are no Hobyahs anymore

Sir Gammer Vans Last Sunday morning at six o'clock in the evening, as I was sailing over the tops of the mountains in my little boat, I met two men on horseback riding on one mare: so I asked them, 'Could they tell me whether the little old woman was dead yet who was hanged last Saturday week for drowning herself in a shower of feathers?' They said they could not positively inform me, but if I went to Sir Gammer Vans he could tell me all about it. 'But how am I to know the house?' said I. 'Ho, 'tis easy enough,' said they, 'for 'tis a brick house, built entirely of flints, standing alone by itself in the middle of sixty or seventy others just like it.' 'Oh, nothing in the world is easier,' said I. 'Nothing can be easier,' said they: so I went on my way. Now this Sir G. Vans was a giant, and a bottle-maker. And as all giants who are bottle-makers usually pop out of a little thumb-bottle from behind the door, so did Sir G. Vans. 'How d'ye do?' says he. 'Very well, I thank you,' says I. 'Have some breakfast with me?' 'With all my heart,' says I. So he gave me a slice of beer, and a cup of cold veal; and there was a little dog under the table that picked up all the crumbs. 'Hang him,' says I. 'No, don't hang him,' says he; 'for he killed a hare yesterday. And if you don't believe me, I'll show you the hare alive in a basket.' So he took me into his garden to show me the curiousities. In one corner there was a fox hatching eagle's eggs; in another there was an iron apple-tree, entirely covered with pears and lead; in the third there was the hare which the dog killed yesterday alive in the basket; and in the fourth there were twenty-four hipper switches threshing tobacco, and at the sight of me they threshed so hard that they drove the plug through the wall, and through a little dog that was passing by on the other side. I, hearing the dog howl, jumped over the wall; and turned it as neatly inside out as possible, when it ran away as if it had not an hour to live. Then he took me into the park to show me his deer: and I remembered that I had a warrant in my pocket to shoot venison for his majesty's dinner. So I set fire to my bow, poised my arrow, and shot amongst them. I broke seventeen ribs on one side, and twenty-one and a half on the other; but my arrow passed clean through without ever touching it, and the worst was I lost my arrow: however, I found it again in the hollow of a tree. I felt it; it felt clammy. I smelt it; it smelt honey. 'Oh, ho,' said I, 'here's a bee's nest,' when out sprang a covey of partridges. I shot at them; some say I killed eighteen; but I am sure I killed thirty-six, besides a dead salmon which was flying over the bridge, of which I made the best apple-pie I ever tasted.

The Ballad of The Wrecker and the Death Ship Let me tell you about the Wrecker and the Death Ship A story from the Wild, Wild West The story of the Wrecker and the Death Ship For the wicked there shall be no rest. Some say he’d been ship-wrecked; he’d floundered in a storm, Half drowned - his body washed ashore one misty morn. Others say he was a pirate and when taken to be hanged, He’d jumped ship and swam, until swept upon the strand. He’d found himself a tumbledown, down by the quay, Nobody dared question him, everybody let him be. He lived on rats and mackerel; he stole and begged for beer, Never went to church though the congregation offered up their prayers. They say he put a spell on Demelza Tremayne, A widow of a fisherman, who’d drowned off the Land’s End. They were married in the winter with the holly berries red, He buried her in the summer with the flies buzzing round his head. So now he lived alone, in the house up on the cliff, Below the sea would rage and crash within the cove as if Trying to reach the stranger and drag him from the land, But however much the sea did hove, this man he did withstand. At night, he’d walk his hobbled horse along the cliff, the lantern burning bright, Hanging from the poor nag’s neck, bobbing like a ship’s stern light. Crews at sea would follow, expecting a safe route, But they found too late, they’d been deceived, by a devilish brute. Vessel upon vessel, was wrecked along the coast, As the sailors struggled to the shore they soon gave up the ghost. Standing above them swinging axe and club, Stood the Wrecker coshing and a chopping, the sea boiled with their blood. As the men sank to their watery graves, he pulled booty from the sea, Silks, baccy, brandy; such fine goods of luxury. He grew rich from his plunder, for none of it he shared. The constable did not cross him, the smugglers didn’t dare. He lived a long and prosperous life ’til finally the day came When the Fiend came, for his own to claim. Lying on his death bed, the Wrecker wailed, “Oh, Jesus Save me from the Devil’s sailors who’ll tear me to pieces.” Men bringing in the harvest, saw the clouds go dark and a hollow voice filled the sky proclaiming, “Hark! The hour is come but the man is not yet come The hour is come but the man is not yet come.” Inside the house the parson was battling for the soul, Reading from the bible, but exorcisms take their toll. A black goat barged around the bed, then a black dog with red eyes ‘ parson passed out, bats reeling round his head, did fly. Then out at sea was seen a black, heavy square - rigged ship, Coming in against wind and tide without a soul on it. A big black cloud above, it came right up on the shore, The mast towered above the rooftop- lightning, thunder roared. As one last wail was heard, from the Wrecker’s voice inside, The shroud cloud descended, and the poor wretch died. The dwelling shook and trembled, the house burst into flames, Then the ship sailed out to sea, back to the place from whence it came. But still the sky was dark, and thunder rumbled still SFX Thunderclap And a hollow voice, the heavens filled. “The hour is come and the man is come. The hour is come and the man is come.” So there you have it, That was the story of the Wrecker and the Death Ship A story from the Wild, Wild West The story of the Wrecker and the Death Ship For the wicked there shall be no rest. © Clive PiG

THE FARMER’S WIFE Anonymous “Spring is the time for a wedding Em & I’ll be married in May Am When the thorn is white & from first light G My young lambs nicker & play,” Bm Said Klaus, the farmer from Fulpnes, Em Watching the mountain side Am & the high house where by her glittering hair G He could see Liza Lotte, his bride. Am B7 Em His mother said, “Liza Lotte is not the woman for you, When she comes down here, the horses rear G F C & the farm dogs whimper & growl.” G F G Said Klaus, “ I will marry my Liza, Am So hold your tongue, screech- owl”. B7 White & gold was Liza Em When she stood by the side of Klaus Am & the old priest made them man & wife G In the High God’s painted house. Am Bm Only a mother noticed Em The slim girl’s eyes like a knife Am Touch a little brown dog who turned & fled G As if it fled for its life. Am B7 Fled to the farm in the valley B7 Where Klaus made a feast for his wife. B7 Em White light on the bedroom window Em G & a farmer jerks out of sleep Em B7 Hearing far below in the faint meadow Em Am The brawl of his murdered sheep. G Am Em His wife does not lie beside him Em & he thinks , “While I slumbered she went, Am To save from the wolf-she is half myself- G The sheep that I love, our sheep”. Am Bm He did not notice the puppy Em Slashed from groin to jaw Still, lying in it’s own red blood As he stumbled out of the door. But notice he did the nightgown Em G Of his wife by the river bed. Am Em & how two small feet with four claws meet, Em G & the hair pricked up on his head; Am B7 For the ravaged sheep lay savaged G F Under the light of the moon C G & a she-wolf skulked in the brushwood G F With a glittering golden ring. Am B7 O he has no silver bullet Em & what are bullets of lead Am To the were-wolf there whose red eyes stare G As a bullet shot into her head Am B7 His mother hears a gun shot Em In her house alone on the moor Am & she waits for the bride of a son who died G & a scraping on the door Am B7 & she waits for the bride of a son who died Am G & a scraping on the door B7 Em FIN

Uncle Wolf There was once a greedy little boy. One day the teacher said to the school children. "If you are good & finish your sums, I will give you some pancakes. But the little boy didn't do his sums & fell asleep at the back of the class. When he woke up, all the pancakes had been eaten & the children had gone home. He cried all the way home & when he got there, he told his mother about what had happened. " Never mind dear... I'll make you some pancakes, but first you'll have to go to Uncle Wolf' s to get the pancake pan." The little boy went to Uncle Wolf' s house & knocked upon the door. Knock! Knock! "Who is it?" "It's me!" said the little boy. "For years & months, no-one has knocked at my door! What do you want?" "Mamma sent me to ask if you'll lend us your pancake pan." "Just a minute, let me put my trousers on." Knock! Knock! "Just a minute, let me put my overcoat on." Knock! Knock! "Just a minute let me put my shoes on." At last, Uncle Wolf opened the door & gave him the pancake pan. "I'll lend it to you but tell your Mamma to return it full of pancakes & also bring me a round loaf of bread & a bottle of wine." Well, when he got home, his mother made a whole stack of pancakes for the little boy, all of which he gobbled with gusto. When he'd finished his mother said. Now take this pan full of pancakes to Uncle Wolf, along with this loaf of bread & bottle of wine but be sure to be back by nightfall." The boy set off but along the way, the boy began sniffing the pancakes. "Oh, what a wonderful smell. I think I'll just try one." But then he had to try another & another & another & soon the pancakes were all gone. Then he ate the bread down to the last crumb & next he drank all the wine down to the last drop. On the road ahead, he saw some donkey dung which he put it into the pancake pan. In the ditch beside, he saw some dirty water with which he filled the wine bottle. At the bottom of the ditch he saw a round stone to replace the bread. When he got to Uncle Wolf's, he gave him the whole horrible hodgepodge. Uncle Wolf bit into a pancake. "Ugh! This is donkey dung!" He uncorked the bottle to wash the bad taste away. "Ugh! This is dirty ditch water." He bit into the bread & broke a tooth. "Ugh! This is a stone!" He glared at the boy & said. "Tonight, I'm coming to eat you." The little boy ran all the way home to his mother & said, “Tonight, Uncle Wolf is coming to eat me." His mother went around closing the doors & windows & stopping up all the holes in the house; but she forgot to block up the chimney. When it was night & the child was in bed, Uncle Wolf’s voice was heard outside the house. "I'm coming to eat you. I'm in the garden." Then footsteps were heard above his bedroom. "I'm coming to eat you, I'm on the roof." Then footsteps were heard through the wall. "I'm coming to eat you, I'm in the chimney." "Mamma, mamma, Uncle Wolf is coming to eat me!" "Hide under the covers dear." I'm coming to eat you, I'm in the fireplace. " The boy curled up as small as possible in a corner of the bed. "I'm coming to eat you, I'm in the room!" The little boy held his breath. "I'm going to eat you now, I'm at the foot of the bed! Ahem, here I go.” And he gobbled him up, down to his little pink toes. So, remember this tale & heed it well, Uncle Wolf always eats greedy little boys.

The Juniper Tree Clive PiG Time Sig : 3/4 V1 My mother died when I was born Gm Fm & was buried in the garden Gm Fm My father wept how he did mourn Gm Fm But he then married a harridan C7 They had a daughter who was sweet My pretty little sister We’d play together in the street I used to hug & kiss her CH My stepmother killed me G My father he ate me D My sister gathered up my C Lily white bones G She buried them beneath D The juniper tree G There they lie amongst C The earth’s cold stones D G V2 In our barn there was a chest Full of juicy apples I reached in for the very best I had no time to grapple For my step ma slammed the lid Dismembering my head My sister found me cold & pallid Her pretty shoes stained red CH My stepmother killed me G My father he ate me D My sister gathered up my C Lily white bones G She buried them beneath D The juniper tree G There they lie amongst C The earth’s cold stones D G V3 I was chopped up & boiled in a cooking pot With onions, potatoes & beans & served up by ladle piping hot Into bowls greedily licked clean My father had seconds & so did his wife My sister kept her mouth shut But she took the remains of my innocent life & into the dark I was put CH My stepmother killed me G My father he ate me D My sister gathered up my C Lily white bones G She buried them beneath D The juniper tree G There they lie amongst C The earth’s cold stones D G V4 My sister comes to my graveside I so anticipate her visit Herself, she is so quite beside I find it quite exquisite As she weeps, weeps, weeps for me Sweet salt tears seep down each day Soon I’ll rise from beneath this tree To make my murderer pay CH My stepmother killed me G My father he ate me D My sister gathered up my C Lily white bones G She buried them beneath D The juniper tree G There they lie amongst C The earth’s cold stones D G © Clive PiG

LOST IN THE HOUSE V1 Last Monday, I stayed at home E G Didn’t want to go outside A E Wanted to be on my own E G I just wanted to hide F E V2 Didn’t want any company Didn’t even want to be with me So I played a game of hide & seek Now I haven’t found myself all week Refrain I’m Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House G A E What have I done? Is there anyone there? I’M Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House Where have i gone?... into thin air? Am i in the attic In the cupboard under the stairs? I’m beginning to panic I’ve looked everywhere There are signs that i existed Proof that i was once here Stains upon the bedsheets Whiskers from my beard Refrain I’m Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House What have I done? Is there anyone there? I’M Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House Where have i gone?... into thin air? RAP Mirror Mirror on the Wall E E dim Is there anyone there, there at all. Mirror Mirror on the wall Is there no-one there, there at all Or am I the dust on the mantelpiece G Am Am I the crack in the cup G Am Am I the clock that’s stopped ticking E Edim Or maybe the sink that’s bunged up E E dim Am I the smell of burning toast? G Am The tea stain on the tea towl G Am Am i just an empty boast E E dim Or the dog’s next doors’sad howl? E E dim The smoke that went up the chimney? G Am The floorboard that doesn’t creak? B flat Am Please, please come over & find me E Edim Come round & play hide & seek V5 Friends, neighbours Please ring the bell Smash down the door I’m not feeling well V6 Find all my bits & pieces Collect them in a box Shake me back together Help me find my socks Refrain I’m Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House What have I done? Is there anyone there? I’M Lost I’m Lost Lost in the House Where have i gone?... into thin air? © Clive PiG Oct 2006

In the Land of the Dead One life, one chance...no excuses In the Land of the Dead There’s a girl picking daisies In the Land of the Dead There’s a man burning his hand In the Land of the Dead At first it drives you crazy In the Land of the Dead Soon you’ll understand Screech owl flies out of the smoke Back & forth she goes She is wise, she leads us through the skies Oh wrap us in your feathered cloak In the Land of the Dead There is no tomorrow In the Land of the Dead You are what you’ve done In the Land of the Dead There might be constant sorrow In the Land of the Dead Or else it can be fun Shake a stick or bang your drum Dance amidst the flames Show your tricks, your high heeled kicks Or sit & suck your thumb In the Land of the Dead You will meet your mother In the Land of the Dead Your grandpa’s mother too In the Land of the Dead The child who died & others In the Land of the Dead They’ll come to talk with you. All of your ancestors, will ask you questions They want to know what the future held Did you live up to their expectations? Did you pass or fail? In the Land of the Dead You’ll meet all those you murdered In the Land of the Dead You’ll hold hands with your past In the Land of the Dead For those who hummed & ha-ha’d In the Land of the Dead There’s no peace at last ********************** Screech owl flies out of the smoke Back & forth she goes She is wise, she leads us through the skies Oh, wrap us in your feathered cloak In the Land of the Dead There’s a girl picking daisies In the Land of the Dead There’s a man burning his hand In the Land of the Dead At first it drives you crazy In the Land of the Dead Soon you’ll understand One life, one chance, no excuses © Clive PiG April 2007