Songs & Recordings

All our website music, here…

This is all the music on the website, put in an easy to find place.

We hope to make things easier for people interested mainly in the music we make.

For us, the songs we sing are crucially aligned to our movement through landscape.

That means live, unamplified, on the land, and to people…

But this is only a website. If you want to listen to all the songs available here, without having to trudge through text and photo, this page is for you.

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Video: The Sheepstealer

This was sung in the great library of Malmesbury Abbey House, where the Naked Gardeners, Ian and Barbara Pollard, have transformed the house and gardens into a world-class visitor experience and wedding venue –


Video: The Good Old Way

We sung this in Malmesbury Abbey, a beautifully complete remnant of a building, strangely un-demolished by reformation baddies.

It was a rare experience to feel the song fill the stone temple-space, and equally our own bodies. Quite wonderful.


Video: The Burning of Auchidoon

This was recorded in the middle of late winter, or the start of early spring, in a disused hop-barn near Faversham.

Alaric King and Dan Fryer were the takers. Ed and Will were the singers. The song is Scottish, a fragment of an epic, telling of Clan McIntosh burning a village, as part of a feud.

Yes, the video is dark, but so is the song.

Please enjoy:



Will and Ed Podcast


Action photo with Bakery boys

Back in July, Richard Dadd and Dan Fryer from The Bakery came to visit us. They came to take an interview, to form part of a mini series they were producing for BBC Radio Kent. This series was all about strange and exciting things, in and originating from Canterbury, the capital of East Kent. Our sing[-song wanderings apparently qualified.

So up to the woods, just above Monmouth, did Rich and Dan pop. We had been here a few days already, as many visitors were coming out all in rapid succession at that time. We had made a little camp, and an office, with a fern roof, ash poles, and pine rootlet and nettle binding. We had busked in the town, and met some lovely people. Details will come, soon we promise, just as soon as we’ve finished building our winter home (whose walls are being stuffed with straw right now).

So with Rich and Dan, a fine day and evening were spent wandering through the woods, finding springs and gathering food. Although strangers until now, the pair are friends of friends from our home town, Canterbury, so it was a little like going home to meet them.

Rich and Dan are also deft audio editors, and canny interviewers. After editing a radio-friendly 5 minute episode, culled from the hours of cherry-chatter with which we filled their audio recording device, Rich and Dan found themselves with a lump of excess material. Believing there were sufficient good-sounds to produce another 30 minute podcast, they set to.

Our great thanks to them, for this is what they made:


The Leaves of Life (Seven Virgins)


doon we sung

We sung this down a 350 ft well, in the Milburys pub, just before Winchester.

The reverb was superb, if a little much. It is pure analogue f/x.

It is a great Easter song, and was recorded by May Bradley in Shropshire, a Gypsy lady who sings in a unique and beautiful style.

A less echo-drenched version of the song appears on our album.

Here be lyrics:


Fare thee well, my lovely Nancy


Nancy, i'm off...

We recorded this on our little gizmo while on the edge of the highest hill in Hampshire. We could not find anywhere to camp on such a steep gradient, and were walking up and down a footpath trying to peer down the slope for flatlands.

And then we realized that the footpath on which we stood was flat, and wide enough, and a perfectly suitable place to kip. So we did.

We could smell the sea, and hear Skylarks when we woke. We were accompanied by Ayla and her mother Annette, for whom it was an intense pleasure to sing.

The fire you can hear in the background was not a forest confalgration, but a safe little cooking fire all lifted from the ground on damp logs. It’s ok.

Here are the lyrics:


Supper Songs


We recorded this selection of songs in the summer of 2008, the evening before Ed headed off overland to Mongolia. It was an all night, fairly inebriated affair, with our good friend Shlauff engineering.  Ed managed to leave in time the next morning, and we had a little CD to trumpet ourselves with.

To hear the recordings, please do click for more.


Turtle Dove



While near the Sustainability Centre, Ayla’s ma, Annette, taught us this classic little song:

We found it a beautiful and compellingly catchy one, which we’re trying to learn as a pair.

Here are lyrics:


Drunken Sailor (what’ll we do?)


the drunken sailor/tibetan monk/festy decorator

This is the great classic folk song, the unifying corker that everyone can join to sing.

We tried to sing it here with unusual gentility and emotional resonance…but it kept slipping back it uproar.

Here is another more raucous version, recorded Christmas 2010:

This is univerasl culture stuff. Try it. Open up the song in the pub one night, with guts and gusto, and you will find a heightened time is had by all.

Here are the lyrics: