Lyrics
Sisters of White Chapel by Annie Bartholomew
In ‘98 We were Yukon Bound
Thirty Mile, she run aground
Dawson City, no work to be found
Only trouble and gold by the pound
I’m gonna lie, gonna cheat, gonna steal
I’m gonna fake all the things I can’t feel
And when I meet my savior, I will kneel
And work this room til a get a better deal
White Chapel woman, Dance hall girl
I’ll be your sweetheart, if you give me a whirl
But ain’t no man, gonna buy off me
To a life as a wife to misery
From the moment, I did decide
I was bathed, I was baptized
Silk and lace, be my disguise
I will suffer, I will rise
I’m gonna run, gonna float, gonna fly
I’m gonna swallow, all the tears that I cry
And if you see me, on the by and by
Don’t you call me by my name lest I’ll die
White Chapel woman, Dance hall girl
I’ll be your sweetheart, if you give me a whirl
But ain’t no man, gonna buy off me
To a life as a wife to misery
Welcome to the Demimonde
Bienvenue à la Demimonde
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals, Banjo
Marian Call: Vocals
Andrew Heist: Mandolin
Erin Heist: Guitar
Kat Moore: Bass, Piano
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
White Chapel Woman
All For the Klondike’s Gold
In the deep snows of Chilkoot Pass
My husband lost his life
I know his prayers to the last
Were for his lovely wife
I lost my husband, You your Son
And you your brother bold
Then let us weep our griefs are one
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the Klondike’s gold, My love
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the love of golden gain
All for the Klondike’s gold
He’s buried in the Yukon’s sand
Beneath its angry wave
No headstone in that dismal land
Does mark his lonely grave
You lost your husband, I my son
And you your brother bold
Then let us weep our griefs are one
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the Klondike’s gold, My love
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the love of golden gain
All for the Klondike’s gold
Like many another, he went alone
No pard to help along
He left me here in the old home
To join in your sad song
You lost your husband, you my son
And I my brother bold
Then let us weep our griefs are one
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the Klondike’s gold, My love
All for the Klondike’s gold
All for the love of golden gain
All for the Klondike’s gold
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals
Marian Call: Vocals
Andrew Heist: Fiddle
Kat Moore: Bass, Vocals
Justin Smith: Guitar
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew, adapted from a historic miner’s poem
Dead Horse Trail
Old money, new money tenderfeet
Gonna hustle up the banks of purgatory
Load up on the burrow
Til it’s back breaks
Take me to Dawson
Don’t care what it takes
Forty Miles up the White Pass, stake my claim
No creature my whip cannot tame,
Four legged beast, pull my sled
Take me to Dawson
Rest when you’re dead
Bodies by the dozen, trail of blood
Use an old ax handle on a patient stud
Hoses jump to the canyon
Set themselves free
Take me to Dawson, No Mercy
Now a railroad runs it’s twisted streams
A nightmare paved in sourdough’s dreams
But they can’t escape the brutal tale
Of men who lost their souls on the Dead Horse Trail
I lost my soul on the Dead Horse Trail
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals
Marian Call: Quijada, Auxiliary Percussion
Kat Moore: Bass, Piano
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
The Cuckoo
Well the cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
But she never, hollers cuckoo
Til the 4th day of July
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds
I knew you from old
You robbed my young virtue
Lined my corsets with gold
My horses ain’t broken
You can’t make them stay
I feed them good laudanum
Sip champagne all day
Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Soapy
In his pine box riding by
Sometimes I wonder
How women can love men
And sometimes I wonder
Why they come back again
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals, Banjo
Marian Call: Vocals
Andrew Heist: Mandolin
Erin Heist: Guitar
Kat Moore: Bass, Vocals
Traditional - Verses and Arrangement by Annie Bartholomew
Feel My Sin
I’ll be your good time gal
Be your, boardwalk queen
Carpet on my back
You know just where I’ve been
Feel my Sin
Feel my sin, Feel my sin, Feel my sin
When you fall upon hard times
Sister know we gonna win
Where you want to be
When that fog rolls in
I’ll be on my knees
Counting diamonds in my grin
Feel my sin
Feel my sin, Feel my sin, Feel my sin
When you fall upon hard times
Mama know we gonna win
I’ll be your good time gal
Be your, boardwalk queen
Carpet on my back
You know just where I’ve been - Feel my sin
Feel my sin, Feel my sin, Feel my sin
When you fall upon hard times
Child know we gonna win
Sister know we gonna win
Mama know we gonna win
Child know we gonna win
Mama know gonna win
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals
Marian Call: Vocals
Kat Moore: Vocals
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
Spoils
Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Line them up and
Fill my cup with spoils
What can be done when the West is won
Go north boys to the midnight sun
Onward they go
With oats to sow
Spoils, all they know
Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Choose a side and
Take a ride, for spoils
A scarlet dame condemned to shame
Lived my life like another card game
Paying the price
for a life of vice
Spoils, roll the dice
Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Don't turn back
Just count your stacks, the spoils
Left to grieve when the last ones leave,
Close your eyes while they moil and theive
Just poisoned streams
from the pilgrim’s dreams
Spoiled, so it seems
Spoils for the taking
Money for the making
Dig your grave
And go get saved with spoils
What do you find at the bottom of a mine
No treasure, No pay streak at all
Just the spoils
Just the spoils
—
Annie Bartholomew: Banjo, Vocals
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
Run Around Lucy
Lucy sells a mean cigar
Open spring til fall
Lucy works harder than any man
And for as long as she is tall
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy Girl, Where have you been?
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy, run back to me
Got her dress from a railroad man
Shoes from a driver in the mine
But when she wears my diamond ring
Honey baby, don’t she shine
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy Girl, Where have you been?
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy, run back to me
Lucy gets high on a mountaintop
Lucy gets down to the sea
Lucy got fast with my best friend
But now she’s sweet on me
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy Girl, Where have you been?
Run around town
Run around Lucy
Lucy, run back to me
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals, Banjo
Marian Call: Vocals
Andrew Heist: Fiddle
Erin Heist: Guitar
Kat Moore: Bass, Vocals
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
Mountain Dove Song
Down the mountain
At my backdoor
Money on the table
A scarlet act
Two minutes flat
the horse is from the stable
I stay with them all evening
I see them through the night
When frigid love and fallen doves take flight
On Sunday
Sing Hosanna
Kiss your wife to sleep
On Monday
At my cabin
My secrets to keep
I stay with them all evening
I see them through the night
When frigid love and fallen doves take flight
They think they can buy my silence
They think what can’t money buy
If they tried to sell me back my virtue
I wouldn’t lose a dollar thinking about the price
Sure as sin
My ship comes in
Rolling up the Yukon
They can knock
And they can call
But you know I’ll be gone
I’m going to catch a steamer
Sure as the morning light
When frigid love and fallen doves take flight
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals, Banjo
Andrew Heist: Mandolin
Kat Moore: Bass
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
Last Confession
When I die in this cabin
When the old, cold comes for me
Will I embrace it as an old friend
Will I turn around and flee?
Put another log on the fire
Burn the candle to the wick
Some comfort to keep
Before a long night’s sleep
Praying Jesus, just another trick
When I die in this cathouse
Dress me in my finest clothes
Lay my body in Dyea
On my grave a Sitka Rose
Tell my mother I married rich
Tell my father was lost at Sea
But to suffer the fate
At those pearly gates
Praying mercy, mercy on me
When I die in this hotel
When the last guest leaves for Nome
Onward to a younger lover
Northbound they always roam
Is this a prison or a palace
My underworld empire
In my best gown
In this old ghost town
Praying heaven, I’m your buyer
—
Annie Bartholomew: Vocals, Banjo
Marian Call: Vocals
Andrew Heist: Fiddle
Erin Heist: Guitar, Vocals
Kat Moore: Bass, Piano
Words and Music by Annie Bartholomew
