Under Her Apron
A pretty young girl all in the month of May,
She's gathering rushes just at the break of day,
But before she come home she had bore a little son,
And she rolled him underneath her aperon.
Well, she cried on the threshold and she come in at the door,
And she folded in her aperon that pretty babe she bore,
Says her father: "Where you been, my pretty daughter Jane,
And what's that you got underneath your aperon ?"
"Father, dear father, it's nothing," then says she,
"It's only my new gown and that's too long for me,
And I was afraid it would drag
Sober lyrics


Royal Canadian blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
Matured for years and imported
Into my glass you poured it

And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You're so solid
You're so 
gle in the dew,
So I rolled it underneath my aperon."
In the dead of the night when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
He says: "What little dicky bird is crying out so shrill
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then," says she.
"It's a sweet little dicky bird that fluttered to my knee,
And l'll lay it to my breast and I'll build for it a nest,
So it don't wake too early in the May morning."
In the third part of the night, when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
"Oh, what's that b
Rise Above lyrics

Rise above
You can rise above
With a little bit of love
Life has taught me one thing
How it is I wanna live
Love has shown another light
Gave me something to believe in
There is love, hate, birth and dead
For us all
In these pits do not fall
Rise above
Detachment fr
aby that's crying out so clear
In the bedroom among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, dear father, it's nothing then" says she,
"It's just a pretty baby that someone give to me.
Let it lie, let it sleep this night along o' me,
And l'll tell you its daddy in the May morning."
"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy a-ploughing up and down,
That give you the stranger to wear with your new gown,
That you rolled up underneath your aperon ?'
"lt's neither by a black man, it's neither by a brown.
I got it from a sailor boy that ploughs the watery main.
lt was 
Genocya lyrics

I'm your destructive pride
Your homegrown, goddamn genocide
The standard behind which you hide
I'm at your door, right by your side... so

Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher

I'm the hate, the jealousy
I can magnify the agony
The self-destructive qualities
him give me the stranger to wear with my new gown,
That I rolled it underneath my aperon."
"Oh, was it in the kitchen got, or was it in the hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or up again the wall?
I wish I had a firebrand to burn the building down
Where you met with him on a May morning."
"It wasn't in the kitchen got, it wasn't in the hall.
It wasn't in the cow-shed nor up again the wall.
It was down by yonder spring where them little birds do sing
That I met him in the dew on a May morning."
From Folk Song in England, Lloyd
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