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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Janet Taylor
03:59
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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
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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
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The Female Muffin Man
03:59
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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!
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Claudia Severa
04:56
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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
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Howay The Lasses
03:46
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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
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Fiona Hill
06:02
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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
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Lady Mary Eleanor Bowes
04:33
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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…..
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Rachel Parsons
04:36
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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
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The Collier Lass
05:16
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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
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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
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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Feb 02Sunderland, UK
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Feb 03Middlesbrough, UK
discography
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Sep 2023 -
Oct 2022