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Beautiful. Thank you.

Excellent rendition!

Wonderful. Very timely. He has captured the division I am feeling in America. Thank you. I like the mix of old and new here.

Yes, please. (I want more). Thanks. R.

You know a virtuoso when you see one and I just did this guy is it

Too funny. He did it well, however. Thank you.

Keep 'em coming Mike, the world needs more folk music.

Delightfully sung. Thank you for this rare offering.

One of my favourite Bob Pegg (Mr Fox) songs and this is a great rendition.

Very nicely done! 👏👏👏

Again I need to thank you for the music, and the history behind the songs. They mean so much more to me when I read the background.

Johnny is a bright star. I love it.

Love performance, but what is the word I cant figure out. Sounds like danno

HO!

Beautifully done man!

I can spot gudn's and these are good. Thanks so much. R.

Thank you for the music and the timely history lesson.

Thanks for song and notes. Thorougly enjoyed it.

Finlay goes well with this. I'm most impressed that he appreciates the music of a past master and his want to perform it. R.

A good combination. R.

Wonderful. Enjoyed immensely. Thank you.

Delightful group and song. Thank you.

Probably my favourite of Bert's own compositions. Very nicely played and sung.

Perfect choice. Very nice. Thank you.

Thank you, Mary.

Couldn't get much better than this. Three cheers.

Well done. Thank you.

So fare ye well cold winter, fare ye well cold frost Nothing have I gained, me own true love I’ve lost I’ll drink and I’ll be merry when occasion I do see I’ll rest when I am weary let her go farewell she Last night I saw me true love in yonder shady grove She gave to me a smile, she gave to me a rose She thought I should have spoke to her as she was passing by Before I’ll humble to my love I’ll lay me down and die For if she has another lover and she treats me as a joke She thinks in her heart this will me provoke If she has another lover well I hope they both agree I rejoice at twenty let her go farewell she Take half a pound of reason a quarter pound of sense A small sprig of thyme and as much of prudence Mix them all together and then you’ll plainly see She’s a false deluding lover let her go farewell she

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brilliant artist either solo or with his bad pennies, one of the country,s finest song writers.

Love it. One I've never heard. Thanks heaps. R.

Delightful. Thank you.

Thank you for your description. I had not a clue what the lyrics meant. Very enjoyable.

Truly fantastic.

Lovely! This appears to be a variant of 'Locks and Bolts', 'Back o' Benachie', 'I dreamed last night of my true love' (See MainlyNorfolk).

Bill Dodds is one of my favorites. Thank you again.

Well sung, sir. Thank you.

I've seen Johnny many times over the years, both solo and with the Ranters, but some of the best were at the now sadly closed, "Strings Attached" club at South Gosforth, when he'd often play with his late brother, Brian Pandrich, both on the same piano, swapping sides like a couple of Marx Brothers.

An Icon. R.

Nice one Nick; a fine song by Martin

Wow ! I'm glad that other people outside Brittany learn breton music, brav eo, kaer tre eo ha plijus da selaou.

A favourite of mine. Glorious singing from Tom and such wonderful words from John

Very enjoyable. Thank you.

Well rehearsed and very well done. Thanks so much. R.

A true gem on the folk scene, wonder what his thoughts on your new gov are?

A mist comes crawling down the street To the corner where the kids all meet With fingers stiff and frozen feet To welcome cold November And underneath the pale gaslight We sang our song into the night All down each alley, sharp and bright To echo through November Come rain or fog you must be sure If you be rich or be you poor There'd come a knock upon your door It's only cold November And you never asked the reason why You spared a penny for the guy Or Roman candles in the sky To light up cold November And a poor Guy Fawkes must burn again It's a pity that he died in vain For I should like to do the same To celebrate November But your father’s standing by the gate And your mother’s in a right old state Son, don’t you know it’s far too late To wander through November But now I’m old and past me prime Out of season out of rhyme The kids today can’t find the time To welcome cold November

That was beautiful. With just snippets that I recognized of the story.

One of the best nights of music I can remember.

A folk club standard very well done. Thanks Brian Peters & Mike Donelly. R.