I don't mind confiding
That I make stupid mistakes
Been misled and misguided
And I'm easily led astray

But you can dance with disaster
Never missing a step
Spinning faster and faster
Long after I've already slipped

But in the middle of it all
You always break my fall
In the middle of it all

[Chorus]
Over and over, again and again
You float through the door and I'm Stumbling In
I'm twisted and tangled and soaked to the skin
You float through the door and I'm Stumbling In again

Pulled in every direction
I've a million regrets
You're the perfect protection
When I'm diving in over my head

But in the middle of it all
You always break my fall
In the middle of it all

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
There's bones in my closet,
I've collected quite a few
God knows what causes an angel to love a fool

But in the middle of it all
You always break my fall
In the middle of it

[Chorus]

"Stumbling In" - Great Big Sea

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter
Who lived convenient to the Isle of Man
Now mark, good people, what followed after
A long time courting to gain her hand
A long time courting and still discoursing
Concerning things of the ocean wide
'Til at length he said "My dearest dear
If you'll consent, I'll make you my bride.

"Well, as for sailors we don't admire them
Because they sail to so many a port
The more we love them the more they slight us
They leave us maids with a broken heart."
"Well don't be feared, my dearest dear
I don't intend for to serve you so
I mean to take you, my bride to make you
So you, my love, to the sea might go."

This word was carried to his old mother
Before they could set one foot on board
Her son was courting a farmer's daughter
Whose friends and parents could not afford
One penny potion going to the ocean
Like one distracted, his mother run
Saying "If you take her, your bride to make
I will disown you to be my son."

"Oh mother dear, you are in a passion
I'm very sorry, but it's too late
Don't you remember at the first beginning
My father married you, a serving maid?
Now don't despise her, I mean to raise her
Like my own father to you has done
I mean to take her, my bride to make her
You may disown me to be your son."

Now when his love heard these pleasant stories
That she to sea with her love might go
"As for my potion, well never mind it
I might have money that no one knows."
"Money or not, you are my lot
You have gained my affection still
I mean to take you, my bride to make you
And let this whole world say what it will."

"The Constant Lovers" - Kate Rusby and Kathryn Roberts

Build a bridge or maybe two
Together held with footsteps she outgrew
But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone
She dances in a photograph
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
But that was yesterday, if only today
Now the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

(Chorus 1)
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
After washing your filthy sheets

Chasin' down the avenue
After a childhood that she never knew
Choking on woodbine
Cigarettes just kill the time
Now the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

(Chorus 2)
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song

Come day go day
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And whiskey on a Sunday (traditional)

Now the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)

Slayed Richard and his court of Kings
He stole my heart and many other things
But me I took his crown
Wish he was here to steal it now

"Factory Girls" - Flogging Molly

So i will pave this road 'till glory
sets our broken spirits free
From every cross-soaked rain pours endless rain
with tears no eyes should see
but they could fill our highest ocean
and the rivers in between
With every blade that flowers must scrold and drown
with love our cruelest sea

[Chorus]
So with a wonder and a wild desire
I will crawl from under every weight
With a wonder and a wild desire
Bless the day it was I shared your name
Yesterday forever speaks your grave

Hail the shower from the broadside
To the heavens down below
Draw one last breath from your famine ship
Sink the hunger in us all

Shake the hand that speaks of freedom
Kiss hate one final bow
Till each twilight falls
Then rests till dawn and tomorrow's
never sleep

(Chorus)

And of the fool we shall not mention
That depraves the cries of youth
Drag not your strength from government
But from the voices they abuse

(Chorus)

Only time will tell
When this rain of Hell
Shall wither in defeat
Separate the bread they forgot to share
To the mouths still left to feed
Though this body ached then disappeared
Into the ground now seeds
He said I, I'll always comfort thee

So I will pave this road till glory
Watch as our broken spirit's soul
Resonate with perfect reason
Shut life's last gloomy door

(Chorus)

"With a Wonder and Wild Desire" - Flogging Molly

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of glaring velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a chill and a twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark of night,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
there was death at every window
hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement,
The road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled on by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming!
She stood up straight and still!

Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shot her in the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With a white rope smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden moon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
when they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

"The Highwayman" - Loreena McKennitt