牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋?The Stable Lad
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋牋牋??1975 melody: Phil Garland
牋牋牋牋牋?Learned from a tape a friend sent from New Zealand with Graham Wilson singing.
牋牋牋牋牋?Somehow this sings like a film?I see an old fellow singing the first verse, then I see his younger brawny, enthusiastic (and na飗e) self with his leather apron and sooty smudges on his face telling about the girl, whanging away on the anvil.?(He's an apprentice wainwright and farrier.) And then his older sild again, "There's a graveyard?quot; and in ballad form, it never tell us how ?or when p she died, and it's up to us to make the tale complete.?Good, good, song.
牋牋牋牋牋?Since I never saw these lyrics in print until after this recording was made, I sing Coven Co. instead of Cobb & Co.?Neatsfoot Compound is an oil we still use here in Maine to soften, clean and protect leather.
Gordon ?nylon 6-string guitar
牋牋牋牋牋?When Cobb & Co. ran coaches from the Buller to the Grey
牋牋牋牋牋?I went for a livery-stable lad in a halt up Westport way,
牋牋牋牋牋?And I gave my heart to a red-haired girl, and left it where she lay
牋牋牋牋牋?By the winding Westland highway from the Buller to the Grey.
牋牋牋牋牋?There's Neatsfoot on my fingers, and lamp-black on my face,
牋牋牋牋牋?And I've saddle-soaped the harness and hung each piece in place,
牋牋牋牋牋?But my heart's not in the stable, it's in Charleston far away,
牋牋牋牋牋?Where Cobb & Co. goes rolling by from the Buller to the Grey.
牋牋牋牋牋?There's a red-haired girl in Charleston, and she's dancing in the bar,
牋牋牋牋牋?But I know she's not like other girls who dance where miners are,
牋牋牋牋牋?And I can't forget her eyes, and everything they seemed to say
牋牋牋牋牋?The day I rode with Cobb & Co. from the Buller to the Grey.
牋牋牋牋牋?There's a schooner down from Murchison, I can hear it in the gorge,
牋牋牋牋牋?So I'll have to pump the bellows now and redden up the forge,
牋牋牋牋牋?And I'll strike that iron so very hard she'll hear it far away
牋牋牋牋牋?In the roaring European that the road runs by from Grey.
牋牋牋牋牋?Some day I'll be teamster with the ribbons in my fist,
牋牋牋牋牋?And I'll drive that Cobb & Co. Express through rain and snow and mist,
牋牋牋牋牋?Drive a four-in-hand to Charleston, and no matter what they say,
牋牋牋牋牋?I'll take my girl up on the box and marry her in Grey.
牋牋牋牋牋?There's a graveyard down in Charleston where the moss trails from the trees,
牋牋牋牋牋?And the Westland wind comes moaning in from off the Tassman Seas,
牋牋牋牋牋?And it's there they laid my red-haired girl, in a pit of yellow clay
牋牋牋牋牋?As Cobb & Co. went rolling by from the Buller to the Grey.