THE WHOLE DANCE
1. Blackwaterside (3:26)   {sound clip} 2. A Town this Size (4:03) 3. Blooming Bright Star of Belle Isle (4:33) 4. The Streets of St. John's (2:50)   {notation} {sound clip} 5. Vikings (5:27) 6. Why You Been Gone So Long? (4:21)   {sound clip} 7. When First into this Country/ Raw Recruit (3:30)	8. The Water is Wide (4:11)   9. Pack Up Your Sorrows (3:47)  {sound clip} 10. Beef Stew (1:45)   {sound clip} 11. Mr. Fox (5:11) 12. A Kiss in the Morning Early (4:19) 13. The Road to Lisdoonvarna/The Swallowtail Jig (2:33)   {sound clip} 14. The Whole Dance (4:30)
All arrangements by Atlantic Union (SOCAN) except The Water is Wide by Dan Rubin. Selections 1, 3, 7, 8, 12 and 13 traditional. A Town this Size by Kieran Kane, Carlin Music Publishing Canada (SOCAN); The Streets of St. John’s - Dan Rubin, Musicafrolicus (SOCAN); Vikings by Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music - PRS); Why You Been Gone So Long? by Mickey Newbury, Sony ATV Songs (SOCAN); Pack Up Your Sorrows by Richard Farina/Pauline Marden, Universal Songs of Polygram (SOCAN); Beef Stew  by Frank Hoorn (SOCAN), Mr. Fox by Bob Pegg, BMG Music Publishing (SOCAN); The Whole Dance by Geoff Somers (SOCAN); BONUS TRACK: Lonesome Me (4:15) by Don Gibson (SOCAN).
Musicians: Sally Goddard: vocals, guitar, concertina, bodhran, shaker Andrew Lang: vocals, mandocello, Irish bouzouki, accordion, bones, percussion Dan Rubin: vocals, bouzouki, guitar, mandolin, violin, viola, Appalachian dulcimer, string bass Layout and Art Direction: Lillian Fidler Cover Concept: Sally Goddard/Atlantic Union Photography: Ariel Rubin, Rick West and Andrew Lang	Produced and Arranged by Atlantic Union Executive Producer: Dan Rubin Recorded and mixed by Dan Rubin at Spirit of the Islands Studio, Pouch Cove, Newfoundland Mastered at Record Time Productions, St. John's with assistance from Rick Hollett and Kevin Pinhorn. Thanks to Ted Carson of Music Lane Productions for advice and support.
Our thanks go to: Christine Draper, Garth Fletcher, Susan Rubin, Jasper Rubin, Mara Lang, Jessi Lang, Ben Goddard, Shannon Edison, Clare Goddard, Peter Myers, Jim and Lillian Fidler, Rik Barron, Dave Panting, Jean Hewson, Rick West, George Miminis, Scott Schillereff, Janet Bradshaw, Mark Chancey, Gerry Young, Stan Pickett and Ed Kavanagh.
Lyrics: Blackwaterside trad/arranged by Atlantic Union (SOCAN) Last evening fair, I took the air down by Blackwaterside The wee birds were singing all around me When the Irish girl I spied All through the small hours of the night They rolled in sport and play Till this young man arose, and put on his clothes And he says, "Fare well today" Oh that's not the promise that you gave to me When you lay all on my breast You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west Go home, go home, to your father's garden Go home and cry your fill And think you on your sad misfortune That I've wrought with my wanton will There's not a flower in this whole garden So easily led as I And when fishes do fly and the seas run dry Oh it's then you'll marry I Oh it's then you'll marry I Oh it's then you'll marry I A Town This Size Kieran Kane (Carlin Music Publishing Canada, SOCAN) In a town this size there is no place to hide Everywhere you go you meet someone you know You can’t steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumours do fly in a town this size In a smoky bar, in the back seat of your car In your own little house, they’re sure to find you out What you do and what you think, what you eat and what you drink If you smoke a cigarette, they’ll be talking about your breath In a town this size there is nowhere to hide Everywhere you go you meet someone you know You can’t steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumours do fly in a town this size Well I had a fight with my girlfriend last night Before the sun went down it was all over town How he made me cry, how he said goodbye If it’s true or if it’s not it don’t seem to mean a lot In a town this size there is nowhere to hide Everywhere you go you meet someone you know You can’t steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumours do fly in a town this size In a town this size In a town this size Blooming Bright Star of Belle Isle trad/arranged by Atlantic Union (SOCAN) One evening for pleasure I rambled To view the fair fields all alone And down by the banks of Loch Erin Where beauty and pleasure were known I spied a fair maid at her labour Which caused me to stay for a while I thought her the goddess of beauty The blooming bright star of Belle Isle I humbled myself to her beauty Saying fair maiden, where do you belong? Are you from the heavens descended Abiding in Cupid's fair throng? Young man I will tell you a secret I own I'm a maid that is poor And to part from my vows and my promise Well it's more than my heart can endure Therefore I'll remain at my service And go through all hardship and toil And I'll wait for the lad who has left me Alone on the banks of Belle Isle Young maiden, I wish not to banter 'Tis true I came here in disguise I came to fulfill my last promise And I hoped to give you a surprise For I own you're the maid I love dearly And you've been in my heart all the while For me there is no other damsel Than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle Yes, I own you're the maid I love dearly And you've been in my heart all the while For me there is no other damsel Than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle Vikings words and music by Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music - PRS) I know I must be off my head you’ll say But there are Vikings living in my shed these days Historically I know they should be dead - cold as clay But that’s not our way - so say the Vikings From Valhalla by the power of Odin Big fellas, long yellow hair and grins They all look like the singer out of Led Zeppelin And we all could use a trim - so say the Vikings When you’re laughing, drinking, cursing and fighting Picking on the little people Isn’t that the way of the world of today? That’s what the Vikings say They say we’re sick of sleeping in the arms of Thor When down here its fun and fun and war, war, war We managed without waking him to sneak out the door Now we’re back for more - so say the Vikings Here’s our references and our CVs Some clippings from an ancient Nordic tapestry Blood lust and savagery are guaranteed And we always maim to please - so say the Vikings When you’re laughing, drinking, cursing and fighting Picking on the little people Isn’t that the way of the world of today? That’s what the Vikings say Once we were happy in our hills and fjords A saga of larger and smorgasbords In long ships we started taking long trips abroad And thinking with our swords - so say the Vikings We’d find some peaceful, quiet village, then We’d start our berserk, and rape and pillage them To make the locals hate us was our stratagem Now that’s popular again - so say the Vikings When you’re laughing, drinking, cursing and fighting Picking on the little people Isn’t that the way of the world of today? That’s what the Vikings say These days our fatherlands are Viking-bored So we’ve sailed across to Newfoundland and Labrador The place is filled with rocks and trees and fish galore But it makes our skin sore - so say the Vikings Now they’re shacked up in my shed keeping their weapons clean Watching that Kirk Douglas movie scene by scene And they’re all whistling “Waterloo” and “Dancing Queen” Saying don’t we look mean? - so say the Vikings When you’re laughing, drinking, cursing and fighting Picking on the little people Isn’t that the way of the world of today? That’s what the Vikings.. That’s what the Vikings.. That’s what the Vikings say Why You Been Gone So Long? words & music by Mickey Newbury (Sony ATV Songs - SOCAN) Every time it rains Lord, I run to my window All I do is just hang my head and moan I listen to that thunder, Lord, I can hear that lonesome wind blow? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? The wolf is scratchin’ at my door, Lord, Lord I can hear that lonesome wind blow Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? Somebody said they thought they saw you motoring down near Reno With a big old man from San Anton’ They tell me I’m a fool to pine for you but what do they know Tell me baby now why you been gone so long Tell me baby now why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? The wolf is scratchin’ at my door, Lord, Lord I can hear that lonesome wind blow Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? There’s nothing I want to do, so I guess I’ll just get stoned And let the past paint pictures in my head And kill a fifth of dark, dark rum, and try to write me a sad sad song Tell me baby now, why you been gone so long? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now? Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? The wolf is scratchin’ at my door, Lord, Lord I can hear that lonesome wind blow Tell me baby now why you been gone so long? When First Into This Country trad/arranged by Atlantic Union (SOCAN) When first into this country a stranger I came I courted a fair maid and Nancy was her name I courted her for love and her love I didn’t obtain Do you think I’ve any reason or right to complain I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both day and night I courted dearest Nancy, my own heart’s true delight I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both day and night Till I stole a fine grey horse from Captain William White The sheriff’s men they’d followed and overtaken me They carted me away to the penitentiary They opened up the door and then they shoved me in They cleared off my head and they shaved off my chin They beat me and they banged me. They fed me on dry beef Till I wished to the Lord that I’d never been a thief With my hands in my pockets, my cap put on so bold. With my coat of many colours, like Jacob of old The Water is Wide trad/arranged by Dan Rubin (Musicafrolicus - SOCAN) The water is wide, I cannot cross ov’er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall roam, my love and I Well it’s first the keel and then the ribs And then the deck beams, strong as can be Then there’s two masts standing tall and true Then there’s a ship out on the sea Now there is a ship and she sails the sea She’s loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as this love I’m in I know not if I sink or swim The water is wide, I cannot cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall roam And both shall roam And both shall roam, my love and I Pack Up Your Sorrows words and music by Pauline Marden and Richard Fariña (Universal Songs of Polygram - SOCAN) No use crying, talking to a stranger Naming the sorrows you’ve seen Too many sad times, too many bad times Nobody knows what you mean But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me No use ramblin’ walking in the shadows Trailing a wandering star No one beside you, no one to hide you Nobody knows where you are But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me No use gamblin’, running in the darkness Looking for a spirit that’s free Too many wrong times, too many long times Nobody knows what you see But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a satisfied mind Too many highways, too many byways And nobody’s walking behind But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them, I know how to use them Give them all to me Beef Stew words and music by Frank Hoorn (SOCAN) Beef stew needs a whole lot of simmering When it’s done it sure is a winner And when it’s freezing and you’re chillin’ to the bone Ain’t it nice to have some beef stew at home Well you boil a pot of water, let it do its thing Chop up some carrots and you throw them all in Add a few potatoes and some onions too And don’t forget the beef, sit back and let it stew, because Beef stew needs a whole lot of simmering When it’s done it sure is a winner And when it’s freezing and you’re chillin’ to the bone Ain’t it nice to have some beef stew at home Well we’ve all got troubles, troubles of our own And sometimes it seems like you live all alone No one to talk or to listen to Just you, your dog, and your damned beef stew Beef stew needs a whole lot of simmering When it’s done it sure is a winner And when it’s freezing and you’re chillin’ to the bone Ain’t it nice to have some beef stew at home Well you can beef about your mother Stew about your lover But don’t you fall asleep Unless your pot has got a cover on it Beef stew takes a whole lot of simmering When it’s done it sure is a winner, and Add a few peppercorns to beef up the spice Bet it’s gonna take care of your worries, and your strife Mr. Fox words and music by Bob Pegg (BMG Music Publishing - SOCAN) I’ll tell you a tale of Mr. Fox, how he came courting me He was the finest young man you’d ever want to see And Foxy came to our town in the springtime of the year He said I was the fairest of any young girl there Me dad said I should marry him, that I should be his bride And I saw me walking down the aisle with Foxy by my side But Foxy seemed a bit too sly, I didn’t like his smile I said to change the wedding day and put it back a while This didn’t suit old Mr. Fox, he said I’d rue the day And he pulled his cap down over his eyes and went upon his way But unbeknown to Foxy I followed him through the wood Until we reached the clearing where his fine old mansion stood I hadn’t been there but a while when I heard a scream and shout T’was Foxy with a woman, a-knocking her about I hadn’t been there but a while when I heard a curse and swear T’was Foxy with this woman, a-dragging on her hair He dragged her through the bushes, he dragged her through the trees It tore my heart to see her a-pleading on her knees He dragged her up the marble stairs, he dragged her through the hall I followed close behind them and hid against the wall As they went up the marble stairs, this woman gave a wail And she broke away from Fox and clasped her hand about the rail And Foxy drew a knife and with a blow both sharp and sweet Her hand was severed at the wrist and fell down at my feet The night was dark, the night was damp, no company could I find But I ran through those trees as though the Devil was behind The forest it was dark and dense and thick with many a thorn But I ran through those trees as though I’d never see the dawn Early next day Foxy came to see if we’d be wed And I told him that I’d had a dream as I lay in my bed I told him that I’d seen a house in the middle of the wood And anyone who went inside would never come to good Foxy turned his back on me and made as if to leave But I caught him by the arm and shook the hand out of my sleeve And Foxy gave a yelp and Foxy gave a wail And ran as though the Hounds of Hell were yapping at his tail Deep inside the forest where Foxy stood at bay The dogs of the town were let loose upon their prey And they tore him limb from limb and they tore him hair from hair And his bones they were picked by the birds of the air A Kiss In The Morning Early trad/arranged by Atlantic Union (SOCAN), additional words by Mick Hanly ‘Twas early one morning a fair maid arose And dressed herself up in the finest of clothes Off to the shoemaker’s shop sure she goes For her kiss in the morning early The cobbler he rose and he soon let her in His arm and his hammer were neat as a pin And he had the will for to greet her so slim With a kiss in the morning early Oh cobbler, oh cobbler ‘tis soon we’ll be wed And nestling together in a fine feather bed So give me two shoes with two buckles of red For my kiss in the morning early The maid hid the shoes in the back of her waist She praised his good cobbling and shoemaker’s taste Then home to her father she mournfully faced For it was in the morning early Oh father, oh father, I’ve got me a man And he is the one I would wed if I can As handsome as ever in leather did stand For my kiss in the morning early. The father was thinking and thinking again For to wed her to riches and have them for him Who knows but it might be a prince or a king That she met in the morning early Who knows but it might be a jobber from town Or a wealthy sea captain who sails the world round A man with some thousands and thousands of pounds That she met in the morning early. So the father was smiling, his daughter embraced And touching the buckles he drew back in haste He spied the red shoes that were tied round her waist For it was in the morning early. Oh daughter, oh daughter, he started to shout When he did discover what she was about God knows ‘twas none but that old cobbling clout She met in the morning early The Whole Dance words and music by Geoff Somers (SOCAN) I want the whole dance And not just some happenstance Not one quick turn round the floor I want the whole dance Then come back and ask for one more Now I don’t want no Mambo baby No boom-chick-a-boom out the door I want a long slow waltz in the finest of dress That sweeps every inch of the floor And I don’t need no genie magic To grant me no fairytale wishes I want to dance till the end of the very last note Then go home and clean up the dishes I want the whole dance Not just some happenstance Not one quick turn round the floor I want the whole dance Then come back and ask for one more Night after night I watched them dancing around So happy in each other’s arms Then you came along with your heart in a song And danced me away with your charms And now I want the whole dance Not just some happenstance Not one quick turn round the floor I want to dance with you and dance And greet the bright morning sun I want to hold you so close till the evening is done I want to stay in your arms dear and hog all the fun And then I’ll come back and ask for one more. . . And around, and around, and around One more...and around, and around, and around One more...and around, and around, and around One more...and around, and around, and around... Lonesome Me words and Music by Don Gibson (SOCAN) Everybody’s goin’ out and having fun I’m just a fool for staying home and having none I can’t get over how she set me free Oh, lonesome me A bad mistake I’m making just by hanging around I know that I should be having some fun and painting the town A lovesick fool, and I’m blind and I just can’t see Oh, lonesome me Well I bet she’s not like me, she’s out and fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so, and brother don’t you know I’d welcome her right back here in my arms Well there must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues Forget about the past and find somebody new I’ve thought of everything from A to Z Oh, lonesome me Well I bet she’s not like me, she’s out and fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so, and brother don’t you know I’d welcome her right back here in my arms Well there must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues Forget about the past and find somebody new I’ve thought of everything from A to Z Oh, lonesome me Oh, lonesome me