Ann Mayo Muir songs
Little Goat Is a collaboration between myself and Judy Goodenough. She sent me the lyrics one day and asked if I'd like to put music to it. No one had ever asked such a thing of me before. Being an old hand at never doing it, I decided the best approach was to go my my room, close the door, turn on my recording machine
then look at the words and sing them as if I already knew the song. It worked and this is the result exactly as I sang it. I love the ending, something I thought up spontaneously while recording it.
My daughter is singing a quiet harmony with me. My friends Gordon and Ed are joining me in the chorus.
I 'm playing my 12 String Bell Guitar built by Nick Apollonio.
Hope you enjoy this.
Annie
Two Shillings got me a little goat
Nor yet a billy nor a nanny.
It had white feathers to it's coat,
And the eggs it laid were many.
Chorus
Sing Hi, for the full of the moon,
Sing Hi , for a change in the weather.
We're going away to the carnival soon,
And we'll all be going together.
Two Shillings got me a cow so thin
She made nor milk nor butter
But Gave me fleece to card and spin,
And never did i weave better.
Two Shillings got me a pig for mine,
But never would she feed nor fatten;
But I bridled her with bells so fine,
And rode in silks and in satin.
Two Shillings got me a little brown hen,
Nor did she ever turn broody.
But she laid diamonds now and then,
And pearls fit for a lady.
then look at the words and sing them as if I already knew the song. It worked and this is the result exactly as I sang it. I love the ending, something I thought up spontaneously while recording it.
My daughter is singing a quiet harmony with me. My friends Gordon and Ed are joining me in the chorus.
I 'm playing my 12 String Bell Guitar built by Nick Apollonio.
Hope you enjoy this.
Annie
Two Shillings got me a little goat
Nor yet a billy nor a nanny.
It had white feathers to it's coat,
And the eggs it laid were many.
Chorus
Sing Hi, for the full of the moon,
Sing Hi , for a change in the weather.
We're going away to the carnival soon,
And we'll all be going together.
Two Shillings got me a cow so thin
She made nor milk nor butter
But Gave me fleece to card and spin,
And never did i weave better.
Two Shillings got me a pig for mine,
But never would she feed nor fatten;
But I bridled her with bells so fine,
And rode in silks and in satin.
Two Shillings got me a little brown hen,
Nor did she ever turn broody.
But she laid diamonds now and then,
And pearls fit for a lady.
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