Jones, Nic Filmography

• Together
  2012, role: actress , character name: Angela

Jones, Nic Filmography

• 49 Up
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Don't You Be Foolish Pray - Nic Jones
• The Little Pot Stove - Nic Jones
• The Duke Of Marlborough - Nic Jones
• Ten Thousand Miles - Nic Jones
• Little Musgrave - Nic Jones
• Flanders Shore - Nic Jones
• Canadee-i-o - Nic Jones
• Barrack Street - Nic Jones
• Annan Water - Nic Jones
• Annachie Gordon - Nic Jones

Now Hodge met Molly the miller's maid, who long his suit denied,
And, half inclined, half afraid, he did scratch his old head and cry:
"Now Molly, while I love you so, why still our hearts deny".
"Come hang it, and to the parson go - "
"And now don't you be foolish, pray".
And Molly with an artful blush that shamed a rose's hue,
She cried to Hodge: "I pray you, hush!"
"And I pray you speak softly, do!"
"We will be overhead, I know".
"The mill won't work today, and so, dear Hodge, let go of me hand!"
"And now don't you be foolish, pray!"
And Hodge has chide'd that has stand,
He says: "Then goodbye!"
"I'm going to give young Susan me hand - "
"Since now you do cast off high".
"Me cast you off?" cries Molly, "No!"
"The mill won't work today - "
"And so, dear Hodge, to church we'll go!"

How the winter blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from shed to shed they go,
Carry little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.
In that wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps through your soul,
How we huddled round that wee pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal.
The fireman Paddy worked with me on the engine stiff and cold.
A stranger to the truth was he - there's not a lie he hasn't told.
And he boasted of his gold mine, and of all the hearts he'd won,
And his bonny sense of humor shone just like a ray of sun.
In that wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps through your soul,
How we huddled round that wee pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal.
We labored seven days a week, with cold hands and frozen feet.
Bitter days and lonely nights making grog and having fights
Salt fish and whalemeat sausage, fresh penguin eggs a treat
And we trudged along to work each day through icy winds and sleet.
In that wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps through your soul,
How we huddled round that wee pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal.
Then one day we saw the sun and factory ships' return.
Meet your old friends, sing a song; hope the season won't be long,
Then homeward bound when it's over; we'll leave this icy cove,
But I always will remember that little iron stove.
In that wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps through your soul,
How we huddled round that wee pot stove

You generals all and champions bold who take delight in the field,
Who knock down palaces and castle walls and fight until they yield -
Oh I must go and face the foe without my sword and shield,
I always fought with my merry men, but now to death I must yield.
I am an Englishman by birth, and Malborough is my name
In Devonshire I drew my breath, that place of noted fame.
I was beloved by all my men, by Kings and Princes likewise,
Though many towns I often took, I did the world surprise.
Well good Queen Anne sent us abroad, to Flanders we did go,
And we left the Banks of Newfoundland, for to face the daring foe,
We climbed those lofty hills so high, where guns stones broke, likewise,
And all those famous towns we took and we won great victory.
King Charles the second I did serve, to face the foes in France,
And at the battle of Ramilles, we boldly did advance,
The sun was down and the moon did shine - so loudly did I cry:
"Fight on, me lads, for Fair England! We'll conquer or we'll die!"
Now we have gained the victory and bravely held the field,
We took a number of prisoners and forced them to yield,
That very day my horse got shot, all by a musket ball,
And 'ere I mounted up again, my second man did fall
Now on a bed of sickness prone, I am resigned to die,
You generals all and champions bold, stand true as well as I,
Unto your colours stand you true and fight with courage bold
I've led my men through fire and smoke but n'er was bribed by gold.
You generals all and champions bold who take delight in the field,
Who knock down palaces and castle walls and fight until they yield -
Oh I must go and face the foe without my sword and shield,

FARE YOU WELL, MY OWN TRUE LOVE,
FAREWELL FOR A WHILE, IM GOING AWAY ....
BUT ILL BE BACK, IF I GO TEN THOUSAND MILES ...
TEN THOUSAND MILES, MY OWN TRUE LOVE,
TEN THOUSAND MILES OR MORE,
AND THE ROCK'S MAY MELT .... AND THE SEA'S MAY BURN
IF I NO MORE RETURN ...
OH DONT YOU SEE, YOU LONESOME DOVE,
SITTING ON YON IVORY TREE,
SHE'S WEEPING FOR .... HER OWN TRUE LOVE,
AS I SHALL WEEP FOR MINE ...
OH COME BACK, MY OWN TRUE LOVE,
STAY A WHILE WITH ME, FOR IF I HAD A FRIEND ....

As it fell out upon a day
As many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go
To see fair ladies there
And some came down in red velvet
And some came down in Pall
And the last to come down was the Lady Barnard
The fairest of them all
She's cast a look on the Little Musgrave
As bright as the summer sun
And then bethought this Little Musgrave
This lady's love I've won
Good-day good-day you handsome youth
God make you safe and free
What would you give this day Musgrave
To lie one night with me
oh, I dare not for my lands, lady
I dare not for my life
For the ring on your white finger shows
You are Lord Barnard's wife
Lord Barnard's to the hunting gone
And I hope he'll never return
And you shall sleep into his bed
And keep his lady warm
There's nothing for to fear Musgrave
You nothing have to fear
I'll set a page outside the gate
To watch til morning clear
And woe be to the little footpage
And an ill death may he die
For he's away to the green wood
As fast as he could fly
And when he came to the wide water
He fell on his belly and swam
And when he came to the other side
He took to his heels and ran
And when he came to the green wood
'Twas dark as dark can be
And he found Lord Barnard and his men
Asleep beneath the trees
Rise up rise up Master he said
Rise up and speak to me
Your wife's in bed with Little Musgrave
Rise up right speedily
If this be truth you tell to me
Then gold shall be your fee
And if it be false you tell to me
Then hangéd you shall be
Go saddle me the black he said
Go saddle me the grey
And sound you not the horn said he
Lest our coming it would betray
Now there was a man in Lord Barnard's train
Who loved the Little Musgrave
And he blew his horn both loud and shrill
Away! Musgrave Away!
Oh, I think I hear the morning cock
I think I hear the jay
I think I hear Lord Barnard's horn
Away Musgrave Away
Oh, Lie still, lie still, you little Musgrave
And keep me from the cold
It's nothing but a shepherd boy
Driving his flock to the fold
Is not your hawk upon its perch
Your steed is eating hay
And you a gay lady in your arms
And yet you would away
So he's turned him right and round about
And he fell fast asleep
And when he woke Lord Barnard's men
Were standing at his feet
And how do you like my bed Musgrave
And how do you like my sheets
And how do you like my fair lady
That lies in your arms asleep
Oh, It's well I like your bed he said
And well I like your sheets
And better I like your fair lady
That lies in my arms asleep
Get up, get up young man he said
Get up as swift as you can
For it never will be said in my country
I slew an unarmed man
I have two swords in one scabbard
Full dear they cost me purse
And you shall have the best of them
I shall have the worst
And So slowly, so slowly he rose up
And slowly he put on
And slowly down the stairs he goes
A-Thinking to be slain
And the first stroke Little Musgrave took
It was both deep and sore
And down he fell at Barnard's feet
And word he never spoke more
And how do you like his cheeks, lady
And how do you like his chin
And how do you like his fair body
Now there's no life within
It's well I like his cheeks she said
And well I like his chin
And better I like his fair body
Than all your kith and kin
And he's taken up his long long sword
To strike a mortal blow
And through and through the Lady's heart
The cold steel it did go
As it fell out upon a day
As many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go

I went unto my own love's chamber window,
Where I had often been before,
To tell my love unto Flandyke shore,
Unto Flandyke shore,
Never to return to England no more,
Never to return to England no more.
I went unto my own love's chamber door,
Where I had never been before.
I saw a light springing from her clothes,
Springing from her clothes,
Just like the morning sun when first arose,
Just like the morning sun when first arose.
As I was walking on the Flandyke shore
Her own dear father I did see.
"My daughter she is dead," he cried.
"She is dead," he cried.
"And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee."
So I hove a bullet onto fair England's shore,
Onto fair England's shore,

It's of a fair and handsome girl, she's all in her tender years
She fell in love with a sailor boy and it's true that she loved him well
For to go off to sea with him, like she did not know how,
She longed to see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O.
So she bargained with a young sailor boy, it's all for a piece of gold
Straighway he led her all down into the hold
Saying I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, your jacket shall be blue,
You'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O.
Now, when the other sailors heard the news, they fell into a rage,
And with all the whole ship's company, they were willing to engage,
Saying "We'll tie her hands and feet me boys, overboard we'll throw her
And she'll never see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O."
Now, when the captain he's heard the news, well he too fell into a rage,
And with his whole ship's company he was willing to engage,
Saying "She'll stay all in sailor's clothes, her collar shall be blue,
She'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O."
Now when they came down to Canada, scarcely above half a year,
She's married this bold captain, who called her his dear,
She's dressed in silks and satins now, and she cuts a gallant show
She's the finest of the ladies down in Canadee-I-O.
Come all you fair and tender girls, wheresoever you may be,
I'd have you follow your own true love when he goes out on the sea,
For if the sailors prove false to you, well the captain he might prove true,

All sailors all come lend an ear, come listen to me song
A trick of late was played on me and it won't detain you long
I come from sea the other day and a girl I chanced to meet
Oh me friends will be expecting me to a dance in Barrack Street
I said "My young fair maid, I cannot dance so well"
"Besides I am to Windsor bound where are me friends do dwell"
"In to see the party, as I've saved up thirty pounds"
"Me friends will be expecting me this night in Widsor town"
"Well if you cannot dance me love then you will stand a treat"
"Have a glass or two of brandy and a something for to eat"
"At six o'clock this evening I'll meet you off the train"
"So don't forget to give a call when you come to town again"
At eight o'clock that evening, then, the drinking did begin
And when we all had drunk our fill the dancing did begin
Me and me love danced all around to a merry tune
She says, "Me dear, let us retire to a chamber alone"
So dancing being over and to bed we did repare
And there I fell fast asleep the truth I will declare
Me darling with me thirty pounds gold watch and chain had fled
Left me here poor Jack alone, stark naked in bed
So I looked all around me and there's nothing I could spy
But a woman's shirt and apron all on the bed did lie
I wrung me hands and tore me hair crying oh what shall I do?
Fare thee well, sweet Windsor town, I'm sure I'll never see you
Well, everything being silent and the hour but twelve o'clock
I put on the shirt and apron and steered for Crowman's Wharf
The captain says "Now Jack, I thought you were to Windsor bound"
"You might have got a better suit than that for thirty pound"
I might have got a better suit if I'd had got the chance
I met a girl in Barrack Street she took me to a dance
I danced me own destruction now I'm struck from head to feet
Swear that I won't go no more down in Barrack street
So all of you young sailor lads a warning take from me
Beware of all your company when you go out on a spree
And keep clear of Barrack Street or else you'll rue the day

Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
And my love Annie's wondrous bonny
I'm loath that she should wet her feet
Because I love her best of any.
Go saddle to me the bonny grey mare
Go saddle her soon and make her ready
For I must cross that stream tonight
And all to see my bonnie lady.
And he has ridden o'er field and fell
O'er moor and moss and many a mire
His spurs of steel were sore to bide
And from the mare's feet flew the fire.
The mare flew on o'er moor and mire
But when she'd wan the Annan Water
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
Oh boatman come put off your boat
Put off your boat for golden money
For I must cross that stream tonight
Or never more I'll see my Annie.
Oh I was sworn late yestreen
And not by one oath but by many
And for all the gold in fair Scotland
I dare not take ye to your Annie.
The sides are steep the waters deep
From bank to brae the water pouring
And your bonny grey mare she sweats for fear
She stands to hear the water roaring.
And he has tried to swim that stream
And he swam on both strong and steady
But the river was broad and strength did fail
And he never saw his bonny lady.
Oh woe betide the willow wand
And woe betide the bush of brier
For it broke beneath her true love's hand
When strength did fail and limbs did tire.
And woe betide you Annan Water
This night you are a gloomy river
And over you I'll build a bridge

Buchan, it's bonny, oh and there lives my love
My heart it lies on him, it will not remove
It will not remove for all that I have done
Oh never will I forget my love Annachie
For Annachie Gordon, oh he's bonny and he's braw
He'd entice any woman that ever him saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh never will I forget my love Annachie
Down came her father, standing on the floor
Saying Jeanie you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry with Lord Salton and leave Young Annachie
For Annachie Gordon he's only but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands
Salton's lands are broad and his towers they stand high
You must marry with Lord Salton and forget Young Annachie
With Annachie Gordon oh I'd beg for my bread
Before that I'd marry Salton with gold to my head
With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
Oh I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
And you that are my parents oh to church you may me bring
Ah but unto Lord Salton Oh I'll never bear a son
A son or a daughter oh I'll never bow my knee
Oh, I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
When Jeanie was married and from church she was brought home
And she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
Oh she's gone to a chamber and she's crying all alone
Come to bed now Jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress it would not be meet
Oh it's mistress or Jeanie it's all the same to me
For it's in your bed Lord Salton I never shall be
And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown
All you who are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown
But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees
Saying Look on for I'm dying for my love Annachie
The day that Jeanie married was the day that Jeanie died
That's the day that young Annachie come rolling from the tide
And Down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands
Saying woe to you Annachie for staying from the sands
So long from the land and so long upon the flood
Oh they've married your Jeanie and now she is dead
All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand
Won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in
And he's kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone