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‘Pretty Crowing Chicken’
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‘Fox Hunt’
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‘Snake Chapman’s Tune’
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Plays: 11[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
‘Fox Hunt’ by Bruce Molsky
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‘Pretty Crowing Chicken’ by Frank Proffitt
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Pretty Crowing Chicken
The moon it shines bright, and the stars they give light,
While this fair miss she worries alone.
There’s something in the way that causes him to stay,
While this fair miss she worries alone, ‘lone, ‘lone,
While this fair miss she worries alone.
Her old true love come at last, he come very fast,
Come a-tripplin’ through the plain.
The fair miss she arose, she drew on her clothes,
For to welcome her old true lover in, in, in,
For to welcome her old true lover in.
My pretty little chicken, my pretty crowin’ chicken,
Don’t you crow before day.
I’ll make you the wings of a beading yellow gold,
And your comb of the silver so gay, gay, gay
And your comb of the silver so gay
This chicken proved false-hearted
And crowed one hour too soon.
She sent her love away, before it had come day,
And he traveled by the light of the moon, moon, moon,
And he traveled by the light of the moon.
She saddled up her milk white steed, also her dapple grey.
She rode through the dark wilderness,
At the length of a long summer day, day, day,
At the length of a long summer day
My old true love, my sweet turtledove,
When shall I see you again?
When the moon and the stars enter in yonders green,
And the sky shall shed no more rain, rain, rain,
And the sky shall shed no more rain.
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‘Johnson Boys’
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‘Johnson Boys’ by Frank Proffitt

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‘Raleigh and Spencer’
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Raleigh and Spencer
Raleigh and Spencer done gone dry
Lord there ain’t no more whiskey in this town
There ain’t no more whiskey in this town
I’ll pawn you my shoes for a bottle of booze
I’ll drink it down and lay right down and die
I’ll drink it and lay down and die
I can eat more chicken than a pretty gal can fry
I’ll tell more ‘them doggone lies
I’ll tell more ‘them doggone lies
I can eat more fat meat than you can cook in a week
I’ll tell more ‘them doggone lies
I’ll tell more ‘them doggone lies
You can tramp down the flowers all around my grave
But they’ll rise and bloom again
Yes they’ll rise and bloom again