parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

I am in the English Channel, it is cold, exceedingly wet.

I am the voice of Britain before the Daily Express.

my name is Britannia. this is my song. it's called: Dancing with the Moonlit Knight.

Ecco una canzone che parla dell'impegno in politica..

una ballata tradizionale irlandese

con un arrangiamento energico e romantico.

tratta da "Evening comes early" di John Doyle, ex-chitarrista dei Solas.

The wheels of the world

John: Come all of you true sons of Erin, attend to these few nimble lines

I'll sing you a song about spinning. It was a good trade in earl time
now some they spun worsted and yarn, and some they spun flax and tow
by experience, my friends, you can learn how the wheels of the world.. how they do go

Mairead/John: William Pitt was a good spinner, and so was Lord Castlereagh
is one of the Union for Ireland to England they shipped it away

Pitt spun out his existence, and he took a long trip on a boat
Lord Castlereagh saved the distance, by cutting the rim of his throat

Mairead: Napoleon he was a great spinner, he freedom did always advance
through deserts and high lofty mountains, marched with the brave sons of France
Wellington he went a-spinning. His wheels there were at Waterloo
but if Grouchy had never been bribed, the French would have split him in two

John: John Mitchell the true son of Erin, declared that a spinner he'd be
He set all his wheels in motion, his dear native land to set free
Mairead/John: But John Bull that crafty old tyrant, at spinning he was fully bent
And straight  to Van Dieman's island, the sons of Hibernia were sent

Mairead/John: The factory owners they are spinning. Their wheels they are turning away
and now they are expecting their hands to work thirteen hours a day
well they don't give a damn for the poor. they heed not their sighs nor their moans
don't give a pin if you work till you cut all the flesh off your bones

Mairead/John: And the rich they are all famous spinners, of that we’re all very sure
they are always contriving a scheme to drive down the rights of the poor
so if you're compelled to go spinning, let each all that your spindles are steel

Then "Liberty" then be your motto, and glory will turn your big wheel.