This is the last outing for my Kiso Suzuki FE150 guitar: this recording is just me and the guitar. The Black Swan in York is a famous folk club and open mics venue. I sang there a few times at the end of the 1990s and saw some really good performers, amateur and professional.
The folk fraternity are sometimes accused of taking themselves too seriously and possibly not listening to what else is out there: this song is my attempt at a humorous reponse to, and recognition of that; I hope you enjoy it.
Lyrics
Ballad Of The Black Swan c. beejay56
Chorus
Pity those ears bent by rock, pop and country:
Of drugs, sex and swearing, thereās too little for us
fal-de-ree, fal-de-ra, hey nonie hey no
real words and real music, a real singing chorus
Verse 1
welcome to our singersā night
where woeful tales we tell
of sadness, heartbreak, loves un-won
brave deaths and living hell
cheery, dreary, happy, sad
the rich, the mean, the broke
feel so good to feel so bad
join in, weāre singing folk
Verse 2
courts, castles, honour, chivalry
crusaders, kings and counts
fair, buxom wenches yearning
bold knights astride their mounts
damsels gasp at weapons drawn
pray shy and coy, donāt poke
heroic maids, so good, so bad
join in, weāre singing folk
Verse 3
tonight my spouse bid this farewell
āgo pluck yourself in York
Iād rather watch the grass grow
or eat soup with a forkā
as oft before I offered stay
but heard away to folk
my one true love, so good, so bad
join in, weāre singing folk
Brian