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Marrow Bones - English Folk Songs From The Hammond And Gardiner Mss.
Marrow Bones - English Folk Songs From The Hammond And Gardiner Mss.
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    Marrow Bones - English Folk Songs From The Hammond And Gardiner Mss. - Frank Purslow

    CONTENTS

    THE ASTROLOGER

    THE BIRD IN THE BUSH

    THE BOLD FISHERMAN

    BOLD GENERAL WOLFE

    THE BOLD PRINCESS ROYAL

    THE BOLD TROOPER

    THE BONNY BUNCH OF ROSES-O

    THE BONNY BUNCH OF RUSHES

    THE BONNY LABOURING BOY

    THE BOYS OF KILKENNY

    THE BREWER LADDIE

    THE BRICKLAYER’S DREAM

    THE BRISK YOUNG BUTCHER

    THE CAPTAIN’S APPRENTICE

    A CHILDS CALENDAR

    COLIN’S GHOST

    THE COMFORT OF MAN

    COMPLIMENTS RETURNED

    THE CROCKERY WARE

    THE CROCODILE

    THE CROPPY BOY

    THE CRUEL MOTHER

    DEEP IN LOVE

    THE DEVIL AND THE FARMER’S WIFE

    DICK TURPIN

    THE DOCKYARD GATE

    DON’T LET ME DIE AN OLD MAID

    THE EVERLASTING CIRCLE

    A FAIR MAID WALKING IN HER GARDEN

    FAIR SUSAN I LEFT

    THE FARMERS’ TOAST

    THE FEMALE CABIN-BOY

    THE FRIAR IN THE WELL

    THE FURZE FIELD

    THE GAME OF ALL FOURS

    GAMEKEEPERS LIE SLEEPING

    GOSSIP JOAN

    GREEN BUSHES

    THE GREY HAWK

    THE GREY MARE

    THE GRUMBLING FARMERS

    HOME, DEAREST HOME

    I LIVE NOT WHERE I LOVE

    THE INDIAN LASS

    THE INNKEEPER’S DAUGHTER

    JOHN APPLEBY

    JOHN BLUNT

    JUST AS THE TIDE WAS FLOWING

    KING WILLIAM AND THE KEEPER

    THE LARK IN THE MORNING

    THE LIGHT OF THE MOON

    LIMBO

    THE LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

    MARROW-BONES

    THE MILLER’S THREE SONS

    MY BONNY, BONNY BOY

    MY CHARMING MOLLY O

    NELLY, THE MILKMAID

    NIGHTINGALES SING

    THE NOBLEMAN’S WEDDING

    NO, SIR, NO

    NOTHING AT ALL

    OLD GREY BEARD A-WAGGING

    AN OLD MAN CAME COURTING ME

    ONE MAN SHALL SHEAR MY WETHERS

    THE PENNY WAGER

    THE PLOUGHBOY’S DREAM

    POLLY VAUGHAN

    THE POOR OLD COUPLE

    THE RAMBLING SOLDIER

    RAP-A-TAP-TAP

    ROGER’S COURTSHIP

    THE SAILOR DECEIVED

    SERIOUS TOM

    THE SHEEP-SHEARING SONG

    SHEPHERD’S SONG

    THE SHOEMAKER’S KISS

    THE SOLDIER AND HIS TRUE LOVE

    THE SOLDIER’S PRAYER

    AN S-O-N-G

    SOUR GRAPES

    THE SPRIG OF THYME

    SWANSEA TOWN

    THE TAILOR AND THE CROW

    THE TAILOR’S BREECHES

    THORNABY WOODS

    THREE JOLLY HUNTSMEN

    TOO MANY LOVERS

    THE TREADMILL SONG

    THE TROOPER’S HORSE

    THE TURTLE DOVE

    THE UNFORTUNATE TAILOR

    THE UNQUIET GRAVE

    THE UPS AND DOWNS

    A WEEK’S WORK WELL DONE

    WILL, THE WEAVER

    THE WONDERFUL SUCKING PIG

    YOUNG EMMA

    THE YOUNG SAILOR CUT DOWN IN HIS PRIME

    THE TEXTS: No-one wants to sing a bit of a song or lines that don’t make sense, and so, as some of the collected versions were in a bad state textually, it has occasionally been necessary to supply missing lines, or even whole verses, from elsewhere. Where possible I have done this from other versions of the same song in the manuscript collection; failing this, I have had to add the missing portions from traditional versions of the song known to me, from versions in other collections or, as a last resort, from printed broadsheets of the early nineteenth century. In the latter case, I have sometimes rewritten the broadsheet text to correspond in style, grammar or rhythm to the tune.

    ACCOMPANIMENTS: There are really only two ways of accompanying traditional songs - as simply as possible, or not at all. Normally it is only necessary to use three chords, generally - tonic, dominant and sub-dominant - and more often than not, in the case of English songs at any rate, the sub-dominant can be dispensed with, although with some Scots and Irish songs the sub-dominant is more necessary than the dominant. The accompaniments used by country-western and other popular folk groups are a good example in that they rarely stray beyond the three main chords.

    However, in the case of tunes in the more unusual modes, (dorian, aeolian, mixolydian), the choice of chords is not always so simple. In general, the use of the dominant should be avoided as it contains the major seventh of the scale, a note which does not form part of the mode. Instead, try the effect of either the chord on the third of the scale, (which would be F major in the dorian scale with D as the keynote), or the chord on the flattened seventh of the scale, (B-flat major in modes with C as the keynote). In every case, fancy chords must be avoided - all chords of the added sixth, sevenths (except now and then the dominant), ninths and other discords. They never add anything to either the accompaniment or the song, and are right outside the style of folk-music.

    The accompaniments which I have suggested are mainly based on the above ideas. They are not the only way the songs can be accompanied; most musicians, who are used to the folk idiom, are capable of putting their own accompaniments to the songs. May I acknowledge the help of John Pearse, who gave much useful advice from the guitarists standpoint.

    The Astrologer

    Hammond D. 630/D. 804. Mr. J. Penny, Poole, Dorset, Oct. 1906 and Mrs. M. Russell, Upwey, Dorset, Jan./Feb. 1907.

    It’s of a bold astrologer in London town did dwell,

    At telling maidens’ fortunes there’s none could him excel,

    There was a nice young serving girl a-living there close by,

    She came one day to the astrologer all for to have a try.

    I hear that you tell fortunes, Sir, would you tell me mine? said she,

    Of course, my dear, without a doubt if you’ll walk upstairs with me.

    To walk upstairs with you, kind Sir, I’m sure I am afraid,

    She spoke it in such modesty as though she was a maid.

    "To walk upstairs with me, my dear, you need not be afraid,

    Knowing it was but the other day you with your master laid",

    Then she began to curse and swear she would her master bring,

    As witness for both him and her that it was no such thing.

    "My pretty maid, don’t swear and curse, you’ll make the deed the worse,

    For the crown piece that he gave to you, you’ve got it in your purse".

    Oh! indeed you can tell fortunes, Sir, you’ve told me mine, said she,

    And out she pulled the crown piece - Good morning, Sir! said she.

    The Bird in the Bush

    Tune: Hammond D. 266. Robert Barratt, Piddletown, Dorset. Sept. 1905.

    Text: Hammond D. 68. William Poole, Taunton, Somerset. May 1905.

    A fair maid a-milking did go,

    A fair maid a-milking did go,

    Oh, the wind did blow high and the wind did blow low,

    And it blew her pails to and fro.

    She met with a man that she knew,

    She met with a man that she knew,

    And she boldly asked him if he’d got any skill,

    For to catch her a small bird or two.

    Oh! yes - I will show you some skill,

    And very good skill it be too,

    If you will come with me down to some shady tree,

    I will catch you a small bird or two.

    So they went down together you shall see,

    Down under some green shady tree,

    And he fired at the bush and the bird did fly in,

    Just above of her lily white knee.

    Here’s a health to the man and the maid,

    Here’s a health to the bird in the bush,

    For we’re all birds of one feather and we’ll all flock together,

    Let the people say little or much.

    Here’s a health to the man and the maid,

    Here’s a health to the jolly dragoon,

    We’ve tarried here all day and drunk down the sun,

    Let’s tarry here and drink down the moon.

    The Bold Fisherman

    Hammond S. 56 / D. 106. Tune: Mrs. Gulliver, Combe Florey, Somerset. 1905. (Later noted by Cecil Sharp who refers to her as Mrs. Gulliford).

    Text: George Roper, Charlton St. Mary, Dorset. 1905. (in Blandford Union).

    As I walked out one May morning down by a riverside,

    ’Twas there 1 spied a fisherman come rowing down the tide,

    ’Twas there I spied a fisherman come rowing down the tide.

    Good morning to you, fisherman! How came you fishing here?

    I‘m fishing for my lady fair all down the river clear.

    ’Twas then he rowed his boat to shore and tied it to a stake,

    And walked up to this lady fair her lily-white hand to take.

    Then he pulled off his morning gown and laid it on the ground,

    ’Twas then she spied three chains of gold all round his neck was bound.

    Then she fell on her bended knees, Your pardon, Sir! she cried,

    For calling you a fisherman a-rowing on the tide.

    Rise up, rise up, my lady fair and don’t down-daunted be,

    For not a word that you have said the least offended me.

    I’ll take you to my father’s house and we will married be,

    And you shall have your fisherman to row you on the sea.

    Bold General Wolfe

    Hammond D. 529 / D. 174. Sam Gregory, Beaminster, Dorset, July, 1906 and William Bartlett, Wimborne Union, Dorset. 1905.

    On Monday evening as we set sail,

    The wind did blow a most pleasant gale,

    For to fight the French it was our intent,

    Through smoke and fire, through smoke and fire,

    And it was a dark and a gloomy night.

    Now the French was landed on the mountains high,

    And we poor hearts in the valleys lie,

    Never mind, my lads, General Wolfe did say,

    "Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour,

    Old Engeland shall win the day".

    Then the very first broadside we give to them,

    We killed seven hundred and fifty men,

    Well done, my lads, General Wolfe did say,

    "Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour,

    Old Engeland shall win the day".

    Then the very first broadside they give to us,

    They wounded our general in his right breast,

    Then out of his tender breast loving blood did flow,

    Like any fountain, like any fountain,

    Till all his men were filled with woe.

    "Now here’s a hundred guineas in bright gold,

    Take it and part it for my blood runs cold,

    And use your soldiers as you did before,

    Your soldiers own, your soldiers own,

    And they will fight for evermore.

    And when to old Engeland you do return,

    Pray tell my friends that I am dead and gone,

    Pray tell my tender old mother dear,

    That I am dead Oh! that I am

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