Dese be some sample songs from me upcoming album.
Dey is not all cleaned up pretty, 'cause dey be roughish cuts just here to whet thy appetite.
Dis be a song wot I have wrote about when I was da stocksman wot had hold o' da evil Lady DeWinter after she was captured for treason against da crown, conspiracy to thievery, conspiracy to cause an afray, sev'ral counts o' assault wiv pointy weapons, sexual harassment, littering, attempted sumptuary, an a standing charge o' murder wot she was branded for and was meant to have her head off for (bloody idiot French headsmen! Dey'll all be replaced by machines before da decade be through, mark me words!).
Me Mam, she used to sing dis song afore night-time when I was sleepy an me Da was out. People would ask me "Holdyn, what does thy Da do all night?" Beats me!
I had me a baddun of a day an' weren't feeling very happy about bein' da stocksman, but I visited me good friend Wicked Pete from Three Quarter Ale down the pub an' he knew jus what to say to cheer me back up! See thee on Thursday, mate!
I isn't jus' a fan o' good music, but I loves to dance as well an' dere be a dance wot all hangmen knows and enjoys: da Hemp Fandango! Don't know it? Listen to da song and thou wilt see dat it be jus as easy as steppin' off a chair!