O Parker was the truest husband, Best of friends, whom I love dear. Yet when he was a-called to suffer, To him I might not then draw near. Again I ask'd, again I pleaded, Three times entreating, all in vain, They ever that request refused me, And ordered me ashore again. 3 The yellow flag I saw was flying, A signal for my love to die, The gun was fir'd, as was requir'd To hang him on the yardarm high. The boatswain did his best endeavour, I on the shore was put straightway, There I tarried, watching, weeping, My husband's corpse to bear away. 4 Then farewell Parker best belov-ed That was once the Navy's pride. And since we might not die together, We separate henceforth abide. His sorrows now are past and over, Now he resteth free from pain. Grant O God his soul may enter, Where one day we may meet again. No. 24 THE HAL-AN-TOW or HELSTON FURRY DANCE Arranged by J. Matthews. [Music] 1 Robin Hood and little John They both are gone to the fair, O! And we will to the merry green-wood, To see what they do there O! And for to chase, O, to chase the buck and doe! With Hal-an-tow, jolly rumble, O, to chase the buck and doe! CHORUS. And we were up as soon as the day, For to fetch the Summer home, O! The Summer, and the May, Now the Winter is a gone, O! 2 Where are those Spaniards, That make so great a boast, O! Why, they shall eat the grey goose feathers, And we will eat the roast, O! In every land, O, the land where'er we go, With Hal-an-tow, jolly rumble O, the land where'er we go. CHORUS. And we were up, &c. 3 As for that good Knight, S. George, S. George he was a Knight, O! Of all the knights in Christendom! S. George he is the right, O! In every land, O! the land where'er we go, With Hal-an-tow, jolly rumble, O, the land where'er we go. CHORUS. And we were up, &c. 4 God bless Aunt Mary Moses[8] And all her power and might, O! And send us peace in merry England, Send peace by day and night, O! To merry England, O! both now and ever mo' With Hal-an-tow, jolly rumble, O, both now and ever mo! CHORUS. And we were up, &c. [Footnote 8: "Aunt" and "Uncle" are titles of reverence given in Cornwall quite irrespective of relationship.] No. 25 BLOW AWAY YE MORNING BREEZES C.J.S. [Music] 1 Blow away, ye morning breezes, Blow, ye winds, Heigh-ho! Blow away the morning kisses, Blow, blow, blow. "O thou shalt rue the very hour, That e'er thou knew'st the man, For I will bake the wheaten flour, And thou shalt bake the bran." CHORUS. Blow away, ye morning breezes, &c. 2