The Flandyke Shore I went unto my love's chamber window Where I often had been before Just to let her know unto Flandyke Shore Unto Flandyke Shore Never to return to England no more Never to return to England no more I went unto my love's chamber door Where I never had been before There I saw a light springing from her clothes Springing from her clothes Just as the morning sun when first arose Just as the morning sun when first arose |
 As I was walking on the Flandyke Shore Her own dear father I did meet 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 on to fair England's shore on to fair England's shore Just where I thought that my own true love did lay |
| One of the songs of mystery, this is the only song on Trad Arr Jones from the classic Penguin Eggs. It is also the only one that I have performed live in the past, prior to recording this album. When I first heard the album this is the song that immediately haunted me. Apparently from a broadside, this song, in this version, is not improved by any explanation of its mysterious and wonderful symbolism - windows, doors, light shining from clothes, chance meetings and shooting of bullets. The song's literal meaning is less important that its whole effect. The melody was collected by the great folk scholar Cecil Sharp from Mrs.Notley at Moreton in 1906. |
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