It Will Only Hurt Forever

by Hares on the Mountain

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In Thorneymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire, Thorneymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire, Three game-keepers' houses stood three-square, About a mile from each other they were Orders they were to look out for the deer. Fol de rol, tora lie day Now me and me dogs went out one night The moon and the stars were shining bright O'er hedges and ditches, fields and stiles With my three dogs trotting close by me heels, To catch a fat buck down in Thorneymoor fields. Fol de rol, tora lie day That very first night we had bad luck, One of me very best dogs got shot He come to me all bloody and lame Right sorry I was for to see the same And not being able to follow the game. Fol de rol, tora lie day I searched his wounds and found them slight 'Twas done by a game-keeper out of spite Well I'll take a stick right tight in me hand I'll search the woods till I find that man I'll thrash his old hide right well if I can Fol de rol, tora lie day Now I come home and I went to bed Limping Jack went out in me stead O'er hedges and ditches, fields and stiles He found a buck lying on the ground My little dog has gave him the death-wound. Fol de rol, tora lie day And Limping Jack he cut the buck's throat Tied his legs with good stout rope And I had a laugh to see Limping Jack Up in a lane with that buck on his back Carried it just like a pedlar's pack Fol de rol, tora lie day Now we got us a butcher to skin the game Likewise another to sell the same And the very first joint as we offered for sale Was to an old girl she sold bad ale She had us young lads up in Nottingham gaol Fol de rol, tora lie day In Nottingham assizes are you and I Us three young lads we go to be tried But the magistrate laughed her all to scorn He says the old bugger should be forsworn Into little pieces torn Fol de rol, tora lie day In Nottingham assizes are gone and past Us three young lads go free at last The bucks and the does will never roam free A poacher's life is the life for me A poacher I will always be Fol de rol, tora lie day Trad. arranged by HOTM
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Matilda Jones had a nice big home and slept in a fancy bed She was all alone a widowed crone 5 or six times it was said Her first husband Harry fell off of a ferry slipped on a slick spot on the deck While husband number 2 drank a bottle of glue and number 3 got drunk and broke his neck Mr. Jones number four had a mishap with a lawn mower and number five remained alive After running into a beehive we thought he would survive but choked in the hospital on his fork She never formally wed husband number six but instead they were united in common law But he lost his head and left her his fortune instead when he fell into a table saw Oh Matilda Jones The servants were suspicious and while washing the dishes they concluded she killed them herself That was not far from the truth but there was never any proof cause she always had a little help Anna McKenzie drove her to a frenzy since they were finishing school chums With a secret love no one dared speak of and a family fortune that had up and gone They made a master plan Matilda would find a man and take his money and his life while her true love Annie would pose as a nanny but sneak into her room at night Oh Matilda Jones But late one evening Annie was leaving late to go on a trip The local police had their curiosity piqued when they received an anonymous tip When the squad car arrived Matilda invited ‘em inside but behaved angry and incensed The cop told her bluntly it was her they were hunting and they had all the evidence They had photographs of her husbands’ mishaps The press called he Matilda the Hun And when they looked for Annie she'd booked a plane for Bali and taken the fortune and run Oh Matilda Jones G. Neal
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Joseph was an old man An old man was he He married Virgin Mary Queen of Galilee Joseph found Mary Walking through the orchard green There were cherries and berries As think as he'd ever seen Mary said to Joseph So meek and so mild, "Joseph, gather me some cherries For I am with child." Joseph flew in anger In anger flew he, "Let the father of your baby Gather cherries for thee." Then up spoke baby Jesus From deep in Mary's womb, "Bend down Your tallest branches So my mother might have some." Bent down the tallest branches And they touched Mary's hand She cried, "Look, my Joseph, We got cherries by command." "Look, my sweet, sweet Joseph, We got cherries by command." Trad. arranged by HOTM
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sing my darling sing of our forbidden love sweet as the wings of a starling that flies in stormy skies up above but sing of it in a hush our liasons are kept tucked and secret no one ever should know but my cheeks warm so flushed and peaked like the warm summer sun’s orange glow like a rain swollen river does flow And oh our way is a twisted path clotted and strange That keeps us out of the day and the interloper’s casual gaze leaves are falling forming a damp mat on the ground and though your father is calling we pretend to not hear the sound cause together you and i are bound and so when he’s sleeping i’ll creep to the side of his bed and return to the sight of you weeping when you’ve heard all the words that I said your daddy’s no longer, he’s dead chorus goodbye my darling you’re a thing i can no longer love you were once so handsome and charming now you’re a thing that only draws blood let the starlings fly over this flood G. Neal
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"There’s an eternal pall hanging over the appropriately titled album. The songs, old and new, belong to the tradition of treating death with frankness and humor. These are dense story songs with characters whose humanity shines through the savvy musicianship and human voices, especially George Neal’s emphatic, gravelly delivery. Whether it is an outlaw facing the noose or a pair of forlorn lovers or Joseph, father of Jesus, they all speak with intimate voices in vivid landscapes."
-D Magazine, frontrow.dmagazine.com/2012/04/album-review-hares-on-the-mountains-sound-hewn-through-year-of-yeoman-musicianship/

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released March 1, 2012

Recorded by Justin Collins at Satisfactory Recording Co., Denton, TX in August 2010. Mastered by Carl Saff, Saff Mastering, Chicago, IL.

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