First Brew

by Mitchell and Vincent

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David Mitchell – Classical Guitar
Graham Vincent – Fiddle and Vocals

www.mitchellandvincent.com

Mitchell and Vincent have been described as:
'A breath of fresh air' as well as giving a concert of 'breathtaking music and performance' (A. Knutt (Director of the Creative Innovation Centre CIC, Taunton).
‘Musicians who tell stories with their melodies’ (Wessex Folk Festival).
"Bringing the crowd to tears one moment and to their feet the next." (J. Hayes, Festival Director, Lyme Folk Weekend).
"Our headliners were the stunning Mitchell & Vincent. They brought us rousing tunes, haunting melodies ... If you haven't seen them before you've certainly missed a treat!" (Brunny Folk Club).

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released August 4, 2015

All tracks are traditional tunes and songs arranged by Mitchell and Vincent, except “Island of Woods” by Liz Carroll and “The History Man” by Andy Cutting.
Recorded in Somerset at Beehive Studios and at Court Farm.
Photo of 'The Fiddler's fingers' by John Barwood Photography www.johnbarwoodphotography.co.uk
The painting “Teapot #1” is by Mary Lynch lynchmb162@gmail.com
Copyright 2015 Mitchell and Vincent

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Mitchell and Vincent UK

David Mitchell and Graham Vincent are a folk duo from Dorset and Somerset who play a lively mix of traditional tunes which they have arranged for Fiddle and Classical Guitar alongside songs from around the British Isles.
They have performed at a whole variety of festivals, events and concerts around the UK and abroad.
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Track Name: I once loved a lass
I Once Loved A Lass – English/Scottish Traditional (Guitar CAPO 2)

D G
I once loved a lass and I loved her so well
D C A
I hated all others who spoke of her ill
D G D Am
But now she's re-warded me well for my love
C G D
For she's gone to be wed to another
C G D
For she's gone to be wed to another

I watched as my love did to the church go
With bride and bride-maidens she made a fine show
And I followed her on with a heart full of woe
To see my love be wed to another
To see my love be wed to another

The parson who married them aloud he did cry
All that forbid it I'd have you draw nigh
Thought I to myself I'd have a good reason why
Though I had not the heart to forbid it
Though I had not the heart to forbid it

I watched as my love did sit down to dine
I sat down beside her and poured out the wine
And I drank to the wee lass that should have been mine
For now she is wed to another
For now she is wed to another

I once loved a lass and I loved her so well
I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she's re-warded me well for my love
For she's gone and is wed to another
For she's gone and is wed to another
Track Name: Lovely Joan, The Sportsman's Hornpipe, Bryan O'Lynn, The Connachtman's Rambles
Lovely Joan

A fine young man it was indeed,
Mounted on his milk-white steed.
He rode, he rode, and he rode all alone
Until he came to lovely Joan.

“Good morning to you, my pretty maid.”
And “Twice good morning, sir,” she said.
He tipped her the wink, and she rolled her dark eye.
Says he to himself, “I'll be there by and by.”

“Oh, don't you think these pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me, me sweet young thing,
And I'll give you my golden ring.”

So he pulled off his ring of gold,
Says, “Me pretty fair miss, do this behold.
Freely I'll give it for your maidenhead.”
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red.

“Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand.
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads,” said she

And as he made for the pooks of hay,
She leapt on his horse and tore away.
He called, he called, but he called in vain,
For Joan she ne'er looked back again.

Nor did she she think herself quite safe
Until she came to her true love's gate.
She'd robbed him of his horse and ring
And she left him to rage in the meadows green.
Track Name: The Bristol Highwayman, Drowsy Maggie
The Bristol Highwayman

G D C G
In Bristol town I was bred and born,
D C G
In Newgate now I lie in scorn.
Am C D
I served my time in the saddling trade,
G C D
I always was the rovin' blade,
G C G
I always was the rovin' blade.

At seventeen I took a wife
I loved her dearer than I loved me life
And so to keep her both fine and gay
I went out robbing on the king's highway
I went out robbing on the king's highway

I never robbed a poor man yet
Nor lately caused anyone to fret
But I robbed lords and ladies fine
And I carried the gold home to me heart's delight
I carried the gold home to me heart's delight

I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare
And Lady Manswell up in Grovenors Square
I closed me shutters and bade them good night
And I carried the gold home to me heart's delight
I carried the gold home to me heart's delight

To Covent Garden I made my way
With me dear wife for to see the play
The Fielding's men there did me pursue
And I was taken by that cursed crew
Oh I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried, "Oh me darling son"
My wife, she cried, "Now I am undone"
My mother tore her gray locks and cried
It's in the cradle I should have died
It's in the cradle I should have died

When I am dead, I want for my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have
Six highwaymen for to carry me
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liber-ty
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liber-ty