The Beguilers E​.​P. - Songs of William Blake

by The Beguilers




Debut album from The Beguilers, focusing exclusively on the poetry of William Blake.

The Beguilers are a recently formed F-IRE Collective band that bring together tender, mellifluous singing and sensitively crafted song-writing. These elements are woven into the narratives of poems by William Blake, Shakespeare, Joyce and others, delicately bringing their images and metaphors to life with finely wrought harmonies and luscious melodies. Composed by Fred Thomas for singer Ellie Rose and clarinetist Dave Shulman, these songs invite your imagination to be at once moved, released and beguiled.


released 06 June 2012

Produced by Fred Thomas
Mixed and Mastered by Alex Bonney

Ellie Rose - vocals
Dave Shulman - clarinets
Fred Thomas - guitars, percussion, piano, bass, BVs, cello



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Track Name: A Dream
A Dream (W. Blake)

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!'
Track Name: The Little Boy Lost
The Little Boy Lost (W. Blake)

‘Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.'

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.
Track Name: How Sweet I Roam'd
How Sweet I Roam’d (W. Blake)

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
Track Name: Love to Faults is Always Blind
Love to Faults is Always Blind (W. Blake)

Love to faults is always blind,

Always is to joy inclin’d,

Lawless, wing’d & unconfin’d,
And breaks all chains from every mind.

Deceit to secrecy confin’d,

Lawful, cautious & refin’d,

To every thing but interest blind,

And forges fetters for the mind.

There souls of men are bought and sold,
And milk-fed Infancy for gold;
And Youth to slaughter-houses led,
And Beauty, for a bit of bread.
Track Name: The Birds
The Birds (W. Blake)

He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!

She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.