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Howay The Lasses

by Howay The Lasses

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  • A beautifully packaged and high quality printed album companion booklet presented with carefully curated artwork designed by Annie Ball. Against a backdrop of historical maps that relate to each character, each album companion comes with full information for our Howay The Lasses songs and stories. As you listen to the songs read about the background to each of the women or organisations we've written about, linger over the lyrics and find out more about how we came to collaborate together. The package also includes a A4 poster from our photoshoot for the project taken on location at Sycamore Gap on Hadrian's Wall, Northumberland.

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1.
Janet Taylor 03:59
From the Wolsingham sky you learned constellations Til scholarship moved you away Then you started in London with inventions and numbers Knowing the shape of the earth was the key to the change Then the books that you wrote, and the studies you guided With confident accuracy Meant that those on the ocean could know their position With latitude, longtitude measured like they’d never been The teacher, the author, the instrument maker Refining your knowledge, for those on the sea Alignment of stars, for a sure navigation Trust and respect, from the Admiralty Mistress of science and sea As the nautical world began it’s transition From ships built of timber to iron, You were Jane of all trades, mathematical genius In correcting their compass, made voyages safer for all The teacher, the author, the instrument maker Refining your knowledge, for those on the sea Alignment of stars, for a sure navigation Trust and respect, from the Admiralty Mistress of science and sea When your last breath drew near, you gazed on Polaris The North Star was guiding you home Surely more should be made of your life’s work and labour The great Mrs Taylor, inventor and patron, the guardian angel of many a sailor at sea The teacher, the author, the instrument maker Refining your knowledge, for those on the sea Alignment of stars, for a sure navigation Trust and respect, from the Admiralty Mistress of science and sea
2.
Frame by frame, scene by scene Tiny fragments come to mean Much more than their separate parts Brought to life by your skill and art A labour of love Imagination Just so stories on your dining room table Beauty and poise Stop then motion A world of wonder in your animation Frame by frame, scene by scene Shapes and lines they start to seem More like real and moving things Your hobby brought to the national screen A labour of love Imagination Just so stories on your dining room table Beauty and poise Stop then motion A world of wonder in your animation From testing movements, throwing shapes The tiny little changes everything makes To watching felines, insight brought Into how an elephant walks For even with, an animators eye You can never tell until you try Being lost in creative space Where creatures roam and Paddington plays A labour of love Imagination Just so stories on your dining room table Beauty and poise Stop then motion A world of wonder in your animation The river runs, and the time it yields The colours that pour through your house in Shields
3.
Miss Emily was a fine young lady in the time of men Her Father’s self-made fortune gave her the best that money could buy He determined she would marry into title and to wealth But her heart belonged to Captain John of the Star of Whitley Bay The captain’s love for her was strong returned with equal warmth Her father in his rage confined Miss Emily to her room She ran away to Newcastle a distance of some miles Searched for captain john but he was nowhere to be found Alas! The father sent him away and to London he was bound Miss Emily took some lodgings in a dirty backstreet lane She swapped her dresses sold her trinkets and searched for John in vain She dressed herself in men’s attire black trousers, coat and hat A tinkle of her bell would signal “Muffins are for sale!” She worked the cobbled streets for years and never gave up hope And she was known for her timidity, her fine and slender form One day she walked into a local inn to sell her muffins there, And who do you think was at the bar? Captain John himself! Captain John knew Emily in spite of her disguise They told each other of their plight and married in two days They held on to their love despite the distance and the years Miss Emily of Newcastle the Female Muffin Man!
4.
It began with the warmest invitation Found deep beneath Northumbrian earth Come to your joyful celebration A greeting well preserved, In time Was it exceptional that you should write your note ? It is extraordinary that we should get to know And hear your voice Severa who could know What you would make of this So many pouring over your words Yet through your lines we know So many ways That you were just like us Did you go Lepidina we all wonder Was there joy when you arrived At the party in it’s prime And Severa did it match your expectations As set out in your own clear hand So much history within the words you wrote It is extraordinary that we should get to know And hear your voice Severa who could know What you would make of this So many pouring over your words Yet through your lines we know So many ways That you were just like us So much history within the words you wrote It is extraordinary that we should get to know And hear your voice Severa who could know What you would make of this So many pouring over your words Yet through your lines we know So many ways That you were just like us Farewell Sister, my dearest soul Farewell Sister, my dearest soul
5.
On the 1st of May, a canny day, in 2022 Over twenty thousand came to see What the lasses they could do For the first time in their history St James’s was the scene The NUFC women Finally playing where they should be To supporters and the players, all arriving at the ground There was something special in the air As kick off came around The beginning of an era, the changing of the guard The lasses taking centre stage To do the city proud Oh Howay The Lasses ! It’s long way overdue The women of the black and whites Were playin’ in the Toon Oh Howay The Lasses ! St James’s Park awaits To see wor lasses scorin’ By the roar of the Gallowgate With the flags and banners flying And the shirts around the ground And Blaydon Races ringing out, amongst a record crowd Aye the lasses played a blinder Imaginations fired For the young girls that were watching a day to be inspired Oh Howay The Lasses ! It’s long way overdue The women of the black and whites Were playin’ in the Toon Oh Howay The Lasses ! St James’s Park awaits To see wor lasses scorin’ By the roar of the Gallowgate Oh, and Alnwick Town were taken down It was four nil by the close They played their part, in a brand new start, For the women’s game to grow It was all in the best of spirits Celebrations they displayed The best of times on Tyneside To see the lasses play Oh Howay The Lasses ! It’s long way overdue The women of the black and whites Were playin’ in the Toon Oh Howay The Lasses ! St James’s Park awaits To see wor lasses scorin’ By the roar of the Gallowgate
6.
Fiona Hill 06:02
From the coal house to the White house Fiona Hill the miner’s daughter Came from nothing Your father told you There is nothing for you here Struggled to put food on the table Threadbare clothes and sewing patches Studied to the gates of Oxford But they didn’t want you there Made fun of with your different accent But with Northern flair and grit aplenty Won your place In the halls of Harvard A US welcome found you there From the coal house to the White house Fiona Hill the miner’s daughter Came from nothing Your father told you There is nothing for you here You were made an object by a stranger Who took what wasn’t his to take But you rose above All the pain and heartache Built your dreams and not despair Rags to riches, American story Took your place at the government table Brookings Fellow With wisdom and foresight Serving Presidents through years From the coal house to the White house Fiona Hill the miner’s daughter Came from nothing Your father told you There is nothing for you here As National Security Advisor You walked the White House corridors Rubbing shoulders With world leaders Did you think you’d end up here Sitting with the likes of Putin Europe’s woes gained your attention Saw the danger For Zelensky You testified to make that clear From the coal house to the White house Fiona Hill the miner’s daughter Came from nothing Your father told you There is nothing for you here From early days in the North East of England Hard knock streets to Capitol Hill Your future lay Across the ocean You found your place in Washington For there was nothing for you here
7.
You were your mother’s only child The apple of your fathers eye Imagination wild and free Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes..... You left your childhood days behind Became a mother and a wife Fate and duty chose your life Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. Then a widow you became Your liberty once more restored Free to love as you should please Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. You fell for Stony’s criminal scheme Lost nothing short of everything You suffered more than the rule of thumb Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. With Mary Morgan you escaped Your faithful maid became your friend And life companion ‘til the end Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. Captain Stony and his men Held you in their grip again His vicious rumours spread like weeds Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. With heart of oak and will of iron You used the law to rise again Imprisoned Stony and his men Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes….. As the red kites fly over Gibside And your seeds and plants sail over the sea You will never again be the sun and the moon to a man The richest heiress of the North With heart of oak and will of iron Fought for female liberty Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes…..
8.
Chasing wild machines around the hall Growing inspiration as your father’s turbines turned the world Childhood of inventions urged you on Fired imagination and desire to change it all Far ahead of your time Iron will and sharp of mind Pioneer beside the Tyne For the women on the factory lines And the engineers that came behind Though grief and many setbacks brought you down Perseverance brought you back to give a voice to those locked out A woman's right to work and choose her role Building for perfection, turning prejudice around Far ahead of your time Iron will and sharp of mind Pioneer beside the Tyne For the women on the factory lines And the engineers that came behind Oil Burners, hand scraped Surface Plates With accurate machining rates Company directorships Some failed attempts at politics A socialite in London groups Founder, President, recluse Singular in your pursuits Cruel how your life came to an end Murdered in a vengeful rage your legacy remains Far ahead of your time Iron will and sharp of mind Pioneer beside the Tyne For the women on the factory lines And the engineers that came behind
9.
My Names Polly Parker I come O’er from Worsley My father and mother work in the coal mine Our family’s large we have got seven children So I am obliged to work in the same mine As this is my fortune I know you’ll feel sorry That in such employment my days I shall pass I keep up my spirits I sing and look merry Although I am but a poor collier lass By the greatest of dangers each day I’m surrounded I hang in the air by a rope or a chain The mine may fall in I may be killed or wounded May perish by damp or the fire or the train And what would you do if it weren’t for our labour In wretched starvation your days you would pass While we could provide you with life’s greatest blessings Then do not despise the poor collier lass Now all the day long you may say we are buried Deprived of the light and the warmth of the sun And often at nights from our bed we are hurried The water is in and then barefoot we run And though we go ragged and black are our faces As kind and as free as the best we’ll be found Our hearts are as white as your lords in fine places Although we’re poor colliers that work underground I’m growing up fast now one way or another There’s a collier lad strangely runs in my mind In spite of the talking of father and mother I think I should marry if he was inclined But should he prove surely and would not befriend me Another and better chance May come to pass My friends here I kno-ow to him will commend me And I’ll be no longer a collier lass
10.
Resisting all the pressure to release Women from the engineering field The end of the war meant men returning to before Even Government believed they should take back the factory floor But this is how it was meant to be The Women’s Engineering Society Raising up new leaders in technology Inspiring other women on the way Their vision for tomorrow starts today Times were changing fast and strength was found By women to unite and hold their ground Scientific work was as rewarding a career For women and men equally - it was a new frontier It started here… But this is how it was meant to be The Women’s Engineering Society Raising up new leaders in technology Inspiring other women on the way Their vision for tomorrow starts today The work still has a way to go Though things are moving, it’s been slow There needs to be a shift in gear In software, energy, defence A brand new era must commence For budding women engineers Their legacy brings hope for future years Where all can bring their skills and big ideas With no one to tell young women that it can’t be done If they want to go and change the world through science Bring it on ! It won’t be long ! This is how it was meant to be The Women’s Engineering Society Raising up new leaders in technology Inspiring other women on the way Their voice in engineering here to stay Their vision for tomorrow starts today

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Celebrating the lives and telling the stories of notable North East women through original song and musical arrangements.

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released October 18, 2022

Annie Ball : Vocals, Backing Vocals, Accordion, Piano
Bronwen Davies-Jones : Vocals, Backing Vocals
Gareth Davies-Jones : Vocals, Backing Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin, Programming
Katie Tertell : Cello, Backing Vocals

Nicki Davies-Jones, Matthew Howe : Additional Backing Vocals on The Women’s Engineering Society

Recorded, Edited and Mixed at Tiny Tales Studios, Wylam, Northumberland
Mastering by Sandy Jones, FML, Motherwell, Scotland

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Howay The Lasses Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK

The North East of England is rich with the discoveries, achievements and successes of women from all strands of life - from writers, and reformers, to animators and engineers. Some stories are known to a degree - others not at all. Musicians Annie Ball, Katie Tertell, Bronwen Davies-Jones and Gareth Davies-Jones have teamed up on "Howay The Lasses" to tell them out loud through original song. ... more

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