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Seth Lakeman
Seth Lakeman


Background information
Born March 26, 1977
Born place Buckland Monachorum, near Yelverton, Devon, UK
Origin Dartmoor, Devon, England
Genre(s) Folk
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Relentless Records
Associated acts Cara Dillon
Sam Lakeman
Equation
The Lakeman Brothers
Steve Knightley
Jenna Witts



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Seth Lakeman Album


The Punch Bowl (2002)
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Scrumpy's Set
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Breathing sunshine from the flowers,
A little wisdom from the leaves,
Carry comfort to the sad tree,
How the grass it did grieve,

There's a moment we remember,
Its a feeling we face,
Take me down to that world of wonder,
Into the Garden of Grace

There's a tree of temptation,
From the seed of despair,
We know all our attentions,
Are for the bodies we bare,

Chorus

It's a jungle to the gentle,
It's a bed for the dead,
It's a field full of reasons why
All the soldiers have bled.

Chorus

A golden shaft full of sunlight
Recaptures my face,
And that angel up from heaven high,
Gave that Garden its' place

Go heaven hold me.......

. . .


Show me a great place,
And pick me that sweet taste,
I've been so bitter and blinded,
But done the best they say.
And love will find my way.

Lay me on old ground,
Play me that soft sound,
I fall from a tall tune,
Into the best they say.
Love will find my way.

The image of love, it'll dig you out,
And tunnel above to the heart-filled house.
So tear down those walls and reach the day.
The Image of love will lead the way.

Show me your leisure,
With a chest full of treasures.
We'll go searching together
Until we find our day.
Love will find our way.

. . .


The day comes in, the girl walks out,
Summer sings and Winter shouts.
Seasons breaking over me,
All I do is sit and dream.

Before my face her picture hangs,
A brighter image of this land.
Step it up or speed me through,
Come along and take me with you.

April in your eyes
I search through the sunshine,
For April is your time,
As the world passes by.

Go out to meet, but stay within,
I can see that beauty begin.
The view is free, so much to see,
The best of summers waiting with me.

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A maiden might be pure in grace and harmony,
Problems arise, she'll be there to sacrifice
And set the mind, as all our cares sail out to sea,
Into the unknown, a favoured face you stand alone.

May the colour of your dreams be good as gold,
Painting pictures 'til that wish unfolds.

It's all your world....
A maiden might be full of grace and harmony,
When problems arise she should be there to sympathize.
Set the mind free as all these cares sail out to sea,
You're more than that friend, a coast to coast, an end to end.

Chorus

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Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

That finger, finger of faith comes out and
touches me,
It`s better, better late than never for
honesty,
That sender, go and send yourself
another dream.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

Your so tender, tender eyes, release that
golden view.
It`s simple, simple friendship, flowers are
passed to you,
Your picture, picture perfect, pathways
are laid for you.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All I do is aim for better things

. . .


You, you should be sipped not drunk,
You should be sailed not sunk.
Take a look outside your window,
A little look outside your window.

You, are you a friend or foe,
Are you the man I know?
Get a look outside your window,
Another look outside your window.

I'll be seeking sunshine after rain,
I'll be keeping comfort over pain,
I'll be feeling freedom has that view to carry on,
Do you want some?

Go, look outside your window.

You, are you all wet and wild,
Have you a certain style?
Take a look outside your window,
A little look outside your window.

You, you should be picked not punched,
You should be sailed not sunk.
Take a look outside your window,
Another look outside your window.

Chorus

I never had a reason before you...

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How much a tale you know is never told,
How much of youth is growing old,
How much a thought it will make you think,
How much you made me get another drink.

How much you lose you never spend it,
How much you buy you never lend it,
How much you risk you never help this,
And you're straight back on me for another kiss.

Mean, green eyes they never go,
Mean, green eyes, but they said so.
Mean, green eyes they never go,
There's nothing to reveal.

How much a fool he wises up,
How much you talk you can't give it up.
How much a thought it will make you think,
How much you made me get another drink.

Chorus

. . .


Come all you bold people,
Give ear to my song.
Ill sing in good praise
Of all brandy and rum.
There's a clear, crystal fountain,
With England's control,
Give me that punch ladel,
I'll fathom the bowl.

My wife she comes in
As I sit at my ease.
She scolds and she grumbles,
And does as she please.
Well, she may scold and grumble
'Til she's black as coal.
Give me that punch ladel,
I'll fathom the bowl.

My father he lies
In the depths of the sea.
With no stone at his feet,
Does it matter to me?
There's a clear crystal fountain
Where England should roll.
Give me that punch ladel,
I'll fathom bowl.

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Scrumpy's Set

[No lyrics]

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Oh ye Mariners as you pass by,
Well come into drink if you are dry.
Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk,
And pop your nose in this one.
Drink another jug of this.

Oh ye tipplers, have you that crown?
For you are welcome all to sit down.
Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk,
And pop your nose in this one.
In another jug of this.

Now I'm old and I can scarcely crawl,
I've an old grey beard and a head that's bald.
Crown my desire and fulfill my bliss,
With a pretty young girl
And another jug of this.

Now I'm in my grave and I am dead,
And all these sorrows are passed and fled.
Go and turn myself into a fish,
And let me swim around you
In another jug of this.

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