A powerful Folk song that deals with a significant historical figure. Available as a vocal version and an instrumental version.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 19598 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Folk / Irish / Celtic -- Folk / Americana & Nu-Folk |
| Moods/Emotions: | Melancholic / Nostalgic / Wistful -- Heroic / Patriotic / Valiant -- Loving / Romantic / Tender -- Passionate / Emotional / Melodramatic -- Regal / Majestic / Honorable |
| Suggested Production Types: | Historical: Older History / Ancient -- Period Drama / Melodrama |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Electric) -- Cello -- Violin / Viola / Fiddle -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics -- Vocals (Female) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | pop, singer-songwriter, banjo, mandolin, acoustic guitar, bright, quirky, indie, melancholy, harmonies, male and female vocals, stories, historical, celtic, english. |
| Tempo feel: | Slow |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | |
| Artist: | David Harbottle Project |
| Composer: | David Maurice Harbottle (PRS) |
| Publisher: | David Harbottle |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | David Maurice Harbottle |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | One Monday evening as we set sail, The wind did blow a pleasant gale, For to fight the French it was our intent, Through smoke and fire, through smoke and fire, It was a dark and a gloomy night. Now the French was landed on the mountains high, And we poor hearts in the valleys lie, Never mind, my lads, General Wolfe did say, Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour, Old England shall win the day. Then the very first broadside we give to them, We killed seven hundred and fifty men, Well done my lads, General Wolfe did say, Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour, Old England shall win the day. Then the very first broadside they give to us, They wounded our general in his right breast Then out of his tender breast loving blood did flow Like any fountain, like any fountain Till all his men were filled with woe. Now here’s a hundred guineas all in bright gold, Take it and part it for my bloods quite cold, And use your soldiers as you did before, Your soldiers own, your soldiers own, And they will fight forever more. Oh when to old England you do return, Pray tell my friends that I’m dead and gone, Pray tell my tender old mother dear, That I am dead oh, that I am dead oh, And I shall never see her no more. |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
David Harbottle Project
David Harbottle is a folk musician based in the wilderness of Totnes, England. He paint pictures with his words and share stories of folk auld and new. He is a hardworking songsmith that places an emphasis on musical independence, originality and breathes new life into Traditional English Folk songs.
Having gigged extensively with his seven piece folk outfit; ‘The Friendly Cats’, David has completed three tours of Ireland, frequent tours of Italy and has appeared on Irish and Italian Television respectively.
David is now based in Devon and still plays with his folk outfit. Following on from e.p releases of 'Strangers', 'Ferrara Girl' and most recently 'Dawn Breaks', David is currently in the process of recording his debut album.
'Just to demonstrate the versatility of this guy – I still can’t quite believe how good he is’ - FolkRise
'Gorgeous vocals that come intimately to the forefront; the harmonies complimenting each other beautifully whilst each voice individually grabs and ravels you in, forcing you to listen intently' - For Folk's Sake (extract from EP review)
‘Really upbeat and kind of a lot of fun, another talented Totnes band’ – BBC Introducing