
Going to sea

William and Polly*
Sweet William went to Polly,
To give her to understand,
That he had to go and leave her,
To go to a foreign land.
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O stay at home, Sweet William,
O stay at home, said she,
O stay at home, Sweet William,
And do not go to sea.
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My king doth give command, my love,
And I am bound to go;
And if it were to save my life,
I dare not answer No.
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My yellow hair I wll cut off,
Men’s clothing I’ll put on;
Like a true and faithful servant,
It’s you I’ll wait upon.
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The men do lie a-bleeding there,
The bullets swiftly fly,
And the silver trumpets a-sounding,
To drown the dismal cry.
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O tell me not of danger,
For God will be my guide;
And I value not no danger,
When William’s by my side.
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O Polly, dearest Polly,
These words have gained my heart,
And we will have a wedding,
Before we ever part.
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This couple they got married,
And William’s gone to sea,
And Polly she’s a waiting,
All in their own country.
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*“William and Polly” text from book titled “80 Appalachian Folk Songs” collected by Cecil Sharp & Maud Karpeles, 1968. Chord progression transposed and loosely based on guitar accompaniment notation.
Prairie Story
Twisted path ridge
The thank you tree
Gone with the frost
Listen to the fox’s bark,
Moonlight glowing through the dark,
Evil things will soon be lost,
Melting away like silver frost.
SRB
“Gone with the frost” composed and performed with guitar and violins by Sanford Ross Bender on December 14, 2024.
Ballad of the barking dog
Once I had a sweetheart (roughly interpreted)
This traditional song of which I only play guitar was most memorably played and sung by Bert Jansch on his record album entitled “Rosemary Lane”. Bert Jansch (since gone from this world) was probably more influencial than many other musicians on my psyche (human mind, soul, and spirit). My improvised version is imperfect and perhaps flawed in its brevity, but nevertheless is expressive of the vulnerability that is revealed in matters of the heart. S.R.B.

Waves of Leaves
She runs through my mind like an apparition








