Ravens Three

Ravens Three
09/15/2018
Ravens Three/Traditional

Story

Julia’s Conflict is an interesting medley of traditional and original tunes. A strictly instrumental piece, it includes the popular reel, Julia Delaney, which is paired with the pop-culturally famous traditional tune, The Sailor’s Wife. Both traditional tunes are preceded by an original tune titled “A Conflict in D minor”, written collectively by Russell, Audra, and Shawna.

Ravens Three
09/15/2018
Traditional

Story

17th century traditional Border ballad, "Matty Groves" medleyed with instrumental "Tamlin" is an age-old tale of betrayal and "murder most foul." The Ravens enjoy performing this song in a storytelling style- each taking on the role of one of the characters and joining in on the narrator parts. 

Lyrics

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Arlen's wife came to the church, the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light."
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight.
By the rings on your fingers, I can tell you are Lord Arlen's wife."
"But if I am Lord Arlen's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home He
is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home."
A servant who was standing by and hearing what was said.
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran.
When he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and swam.
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet.
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady who lies in my arms asleep!"
"Well, get up, get up, " Lord Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man!"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I but a pocket knife!"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can."
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Arlen took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss one dead Matty's lips than you or your finery."
Lord Arlen, he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall!
"A grave, a grave, " Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin...bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin."

Ravens Three
09/15/2017
Traditional

Story

Star of the County Down is a widely known song in the Celtic music tradition. The Ravens have taken the original feel and put an updated spin to it. The tune begins as a sweet, instrumental tribute to the lovely melody, then dives into a toe-tapping and energetic song you can’t help but jump up and dance to. This arrangement is filled with pep and harmony and is the result of the collaboration of the new R3 team, and it has become one of their favorites to perform!

Lyrics

Near Banbridge town in the county down
One morning last July
From a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the county down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says, says he
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the county down"
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the county down
At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plow turns rust colored brown
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the county down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the county down
Ravens Three
09/15/2017
A. Blankenship-Pierce, R. Pierce, J. McGaha

Story

Mourning Bridget Cleary is a haunting song with fresh, original lyrics paired with the popular Irish Hornpipe, The King of the Fairies. The lyrics, written by Audra Blankenship Pierce, were based on the book, “The Coopers Wife is missing.” Audra was quite moved after reading this story, and it struck musical inspiration in her. The arrangement of Mourning Bridget Cleary was created by Audra, along with fellow musicians Russell Pierce and John McGaha. The fiddle background was later added by Shawna Kennedy.

Mad Tom

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Ravens Three
09/15/2017
Traditional

Story

Mad Tom is one of the band's favorite medleys. The intertwining of the vocally busy tune, Bedlam Boys-one of the earliest songs about insanity, with the dark, gypsy-like Laride, an entrancing and lively combination is created. The pairing of these two tunes was the idea of original R3 guitarist, Dustin Cooper. The modified and updated arrangement was the brainchild of the current Ravens Three crew.

Lyrics

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen, to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on a spit a turning.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
There I picked up a cauldron, where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
No gypsy slut nor doxy shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.
Still, I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.