Tawdry Ribbons

Lyric ally, this depressing little gem is a fine example of what can happen when Philip spends a little too much time with Thomas Hardy. "I wanted to write a really pathetic ballad and play with the idea of what might have happened if the Beatles had come from Yorkshire." Yeh. Click on the button below to hear Tommy doing his guitar thing and beating the snare while Sean sings.
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Tawdry Ribbons

They say my love kisses soldiers
When red coats are come to town
They say she flirts with factory boys
When the mills are all shut down
They say she goes with gentlemen
Whose gifts are beyond compare
But it is a fine blue ribbon
She use to bind her hair
The one I bought special for her
At St. Audrey's Fair

Mother calls her a bold-faced thing
And will not receive her home
Father says that I'm a moon-calf
As she made my wits to roam
Parson damns her for a harlot
And bids me say my prayers
But it is a fine blue ribbon
She use to bind her hair
The one I bought special for her
At St. Audrey's Fair

She said for aye she'll wear that ribbon
That I did give her
And when she swears she's made of truth
I do believe her.

Well, the soldiers gave her presents
Brought from across the sea
The mill boys gave her scarves of silk
Webbed in their factories
The gentlemen gave her heads of lace
From Flanders, rich and rare
But it is a fine blue ribbon
She use to bind her hair
The one I bought special for her
At St. Audrey's Fair

They say she ne'er will have me
Because I guide the plow
That she could not be happy
Here, tending of our cows
To shame her with my poverty
I know I should never dare
But it is a fine blue ribbon
She use to bind her hair
The one I bought special for her
At St. Audrey's Fair

She said for aye she'll wear that ribbon
That I did give her
And when she leaves for good and all
I shall forgive her.

Music and words by Ockham's Razor
© 1996 Multiplicanda Music, Inc.