Yorkshire Day - Tim Hunter
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Brigantia
04:13
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Brigantia (Music and Words Tim Hunter)
We worshipped nature all alone
Worshipped in the morning sun
Surrounded by standing stones
In a green and peaceful land
In an unspoilt natural world
We worshipped the sun, the moon, the stars
Nature made us what we are
Then invaders came and set our culture aflame
Subjugated us, imposed their will
But they couldn’t kill our spirit, that remains
So we made a stand, to defend our land
We became Brigantia
Any soldiers who are slain
Will not have died in vain
We’ll not end up in chains
The North will rise again
Hear our battle cry, we will do or die
Brigantia! The Kingdom of the North
Brigantia! The Kingdom
of the North
Brigantia!
Victory is ours if
we only believe
In Brigantia
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North Rising
04:00
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North Rising (Music and Words Tim Hunter)
The North is Rising once again
Believe in Victory my friend
Let’s fight to the end
Don’t be deceived
The North is Rising once again
Believe in Victory my friend
Let’s fight to the end, don’t be deceived
We’re not a region, we’re an island nation
And we’ve been independent now for so long
We’ve always had to fight occupation
Now we all must unite to save Fair Albion
The North is Rising once again
Believe in Victory my friend
Let’s fight to the end, Don’t be deceived
The North is Rising once again
Believe in Victory my friend
Let’s fight to the end, don’t be deceived
Make the sign of victory and take back our
Sovereignty, and democracy
No
Surrender!
Make the
V sign!
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Yorkshire Day (Music and Words Tim Hunter)
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
From the moorland way to the smugglers bay
People always mean what they say
It’s the Yorkshire Way
And it came to be,
God’s own country
In 875 AD
So this is Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
These three ridings will never be divided
All those who are born therein or resident and loyal to the ridings
Will be Yorkshiremen and women
Lord take us to the Broad Acres
Where the White Rose grows
From the fields of Green to the coastal scenes
People always say what they mean
It’s the Yorkshire Way
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
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Bloodaxe (The Last Of The Viking Kings) (Music and Words Tim Hunter)
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings,
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings
In their Longships the Viking marauders came
Pagan Plunderers bringing nothing but
thunder and pain
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings,
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings
Bloodaxe attacks!
With Whirlwinds and lightening
The slaughter begins
In 948 Eric Bloodaxe is York’s new king
Bloodaxe,
The Last of the Viking Kings
Bloodaxe,
The Last of the Viking Kings
In his palace in York
Eric ruled with
Gunnhild
To keep the crown many killed
He had many enemies
Eric was ambushed and died,
and he entered Valhalla
Now he’s there with his Axe by his side
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings,
Bloodaxe, The Last of the Viking Kings
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Maundy Money
04:02
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Maundy Money (Music and Words Tim Hunter)
(Chorus) Maundy Money,
For the ordinary people
Maundy Money, A gift from King John
Maundy Money, For the ordinary people
Maundy Money
In April 1210
King John was in residence
At Knaresborough Castle
King John provided clothing to paupers
Then on Good Friday he fed a 1,000 of us
Maundy Money, A gift to the poor
Of Knaresborough, The first King to Give
Maundy Money, A gift to the poor of
Knaresborough
Chorus
We must love one another,
We’re all sisters and brothers
We must love one another,
We’re all sisters and brothers
Maundy Money,
A gift to the poor of Knaresborough
The first King to Give Maundy Money
A gift to the poor, of Knaresborough
Maundy Money For the ordinary people
Maundy Money
A gift from King John, Maundy Money, for the ordinary people, Maundy Money
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Guido (Gunpowder speaks louder than words) (Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
There was a plot to kill the Scottish King
The protestant King James,
The King of Great Britain
Guido lived in the Knaresborough district
In Scotton he got involved in politics and
conflict
Guido had the right intent when he entered Parliament
He wanted to blow them all to smithereens
This was his scheme
Gunpowder speaks much louder than words ever will, ‘Cos words never kill
Gunpowder speaks much louder than words ever did, ‘Cos words never get rid,
Guido Oh Guido
Guido went to fight in Spain and returned to London to kill King James
He lit the fuse, it all went wrong and this is his song
Guido had the right intent when he entered Parliament
He wanted to blow them all to Kingdom Come
That was the song he sung
Gunpowder speaks much louder than words ever will, ‘Cos words ever kill. Gunpowder speaks much louder than words ever did, ‘Cos words don’t get rid
Guy Fawkes, he didn’t like talk, His actions are to be remembered, every 5th of November
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Marston Moor (A Very English Civil War) (Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
The monarchy was restored,
Revolution’s a bore
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
So what was it all for?
Marston Moor secured the North of England
For the Parliamentarians,
But the Royalist resistance didn’t end
We didn’t want Puritans
We didn’t want politicians
Was a Lord Protector better? No
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
The monarchy was restored,
Revolution’s a bore
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
So what was it all for?
In The Manor House in Knaresborough Charles capitulated
But the monarchy was restored and soon Cromwell became hated
We didn’t want Puritans
We didn’t want politicians
Was a Lord Protector better? No
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
The monarchy was restored,
Revolution’s such a bore
Marston Moor, A Very English Civil War
So what was it all for?
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Prospects of Adventure
03:02
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Prospects of Adventure
Music: Tim Hunter, lyrics: Frederick McKinnon.
Let Providence and Fortitude
Be the winds that fill my sails
To achieve my life’s ambition
And lead me on great missions
As a Yorkshire farm boy
Roseberry topping I would climb
To view the sea beyond the shore
Other worlds meant to find
As a toiling village shop lad
With a teeming ocean near
I’d sense a passion in my soul
As Sailor’s tales I’d hear
Now, it’s time to be master of my fate
On Whitby ships I’ll go
To sail the great North Sea
I’ll study seamanship and stars
There’s something calling me
Let Providence and Fortitude
Be the winds that fill my sails
To achieve my life’s ambition
And lead me on great missions
Life on the land is
not for me
I want to be free
I can see . . .
Prospects of Adventure
Let Providence and Fortitude
Be the winds that fill my sails
To achieve my life’s ambition
And lead me on great missions
Prospects of Adventure
Prospects of Adventure
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The Smuggler’s Way (Robin Hood’s Bay)
(Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
Bring the contraband ashore
They sailed across the windswept North Sea
To bring us tea, gin and brandy
With black sails, undercover of night
They waited offshore for the lantern light
Then, when the coast is clear
The signal brings them near
None for the revenue
And more for me and more for you
Bring the contraband ashore
Forget about the things you saw
It’s the Smuggler’s Way
Down at Robin Hood’s Bay
The Smuggler’s Way
At Robin Hood’s Bay
Brandy for the vicar
And baccy for the clerk
It all comes in undercover of dark
Don’t question what you see,
or things you thought you saw
Just let the men go by
and don’t you ask no more
Then, when the Coast is Clear
The signal brings them near
None for the revenue
And more for me and more for you
Bring the contraband ashore
Forget about the things you saw
It’s the Smuggler’s Way
Down at Robin Hood’s Bay
The Smuggler’s Way
At Robin Hood’s Bay
If you wake at
midnight and hear some people’s feet, Don’t draw back your curtain and look into the street.
Don’t ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies, Look the other way my friend, let the gentlemen go by
Bring the contraband ashore
Forget about the things you saw
It’s the Smuggler’s Way
Down at Robin Hood’s Bay
The Smuggler’s Way at Robin Hood’s Bay
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Wilberforce
03:36
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Wilberforce
(Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
Wilberforce – can change the course of history
Only Wilberforce – can stop this evil slavery
You may choose to look the other way
But you can never say you did not know
Great indeed are opportunities;
Great also is our responsibility
Wilberforce – can change the course of history
God Almighty has set before me
Two Great Objectives:
The suppression of the Slave Trade
And the Reformation of Manners.
Selfishness makes us overate our qualities
And overlook our defects
We are too young to realize
things are impossible...
So we’ll do them anyway.
Wilberforce – can change the course of history
Only Wilberforce – can stop this evil slavery
If to be alive to the sufferings of my fellow creatures, is to be a fanatic, then I’m one of the most incurable fanatics ever permitted to be alive.
Wilberforce – can change the course of history
Only Wilberforce – can stop this evil slavery
(some lyrics based on
Wilberforce’s famous quotes)
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Dracula (when the sun goes down in Whitby Town)
(Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
When the sun goes down, in Whitby Town
Dracula’s around, When the sun goes down.
When the sun goes down, in Whitby Town Dracula’s around.
He sleeps all day, but when it’s dark
he doesn’t lay, Dracula is looking for prey
Dracula,Dracula
Shipwrecked on the Demeter he came ashore
In the guise of a black dog, wreaking havoc on the town, he has a thirst for blood
When the sun goes down
Dracula, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Dracula,Dracula,
When the sun goes down in Whitby Town
Dracula’s around, when the sun goes down
He gives no reflection in the mirror
Blood is his life, he casts no shadow
Transforms into bat and waits for night
Dracula,Dracula
There’s a look of fear and horror on your face
You might just die of fright
Don’t stray where the bats fly in the night sky
You’re only safe when it’s light
Dracula,
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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12. |
Industrial Revolutions
05:32
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Industrial Revolutions
(Music and Words: Tim Hunter)
Industrial Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune turns around
Bringing Railway tracks to Northern Towns
Industrial Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune turns again
Bringing Microchips and social change
We came down from the farms and the hills
To work in Factories and Mills
To be the workshop of the economy
Back then we still had identity
Industrial Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune turns around
Bringing Railway tracks to Northern Towns
Industrial Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune turns again
Bringing Microchips and social change
The world got smaller through technology
Bringing cheap imports
We closed our factories and fishing ports
And lost control of our borders
Bringing us disorder
The City has become like a foreign place
So it’s back to the country to find some space
OK we’ve got global communication
But we’re losing our sense of nation
Industrial Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune spinnin’ too fast
How long can identity last?
Industrial Revolutions, Industrial Revolutions
Put on the breaks, For goodness sake,
How long’s it gonna take
Before we see the downside
Of Industrial Revolutions?
We’re only human beings, not machines
Not meant to live like sardines.
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Tim Hunter Knaresborough, UK
'Through his musical albums, Knaresborough composer Tim Hunter helps bring to life the stories and legends of Yorkshire's
rich heritage.' Yorkshire Post 1st May 2020.
Tim Hunter is a singer/songwriter/producer. His musical compositions range from pop ballads through to classic rock and have been enjoyed by audiences both in Europe and the United States.
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