Lyr Req: Jesuitmont (from Kornog)

Subject: Req: Jesuitmont Lyrics
From: Brian
Date: 21 Feb 99 - 07:39 PM

Hi, I'm looking for the lyrics to this Scottish ballad. If you can help I'd appreciate it. Reply here or to: [e-mail]

Thanks in advance, --Brian

Subject: Lyr Add: JESUITMONT
From: Wolfgang
Date: 25 Feb 99 - 10:30 AM

Brian, you might have found it meanwhile in rec.music.celtic, but since others (me for instance) might be interested too, here it is:

for a better formatted version go to the place where I copied it from: click

Wolfgang

JESUITMONT

There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A huntin' he did ride,
His footmen all attending him,
And his horsemen by his side.

And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport and play;
His lady goes exceeding fine
To hear the masses play.

An' she's called on her daughter Anne
To come to her with speed,
To go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight.

To go her message for to tell,
Young Annie feared nae ill;
An' she is gone to the master cook
The message for to tell.

Ye maun dress the dow, the dow,
That fair and milk-white dow;
That in the parlour shines so fair,
There's nane so fair to show.

Here is a penknife in my hand,
Will bereave thee of thy life;
For thou art the dow that I maun dress
Unto thy father's wife.

Up then spoke the kitchie boy,
An' he spoke loud an' high,
"O save, o save fair Annie's life,
An' bake me in your pie."

"I will not save fair Annie's life,
No, not for such as thee,
But if thou divulge this lady's life,
Thy butcher I will be."

When the day was done and night was come
And they were all at dinner,
When he's ca'd on his daughter Anne
To come and carve his dinner.

Up he rose and away he goes,
An angry man was he;
"One bit of meat I will not eat
Till fair Annie I see."

Up then spak the kitchie boy,
An' he spoke loud an' high,
"An' ye wad your fair Annie see,
Ye maun break up the pie."

Her meat it was a' minced sma'
An' forced by the fire,
An' cursed be her stepmother,
For it was her desire."

This lord he is a' clad i' black
A' for his Annie's sake,
An' he has caused her stepmother
To be burnt at the stake.

An' he has caused the master cook
In boilin' lead to stand,
An' he has made the kitchie boy
The heir o' a' his land.

Subject: RE: Req: Jesuitmont Lyrics
From: cleod
Date: 18 Jun 99 - 03:22 PM

Wolfgang, thanks! I;ve been wondering just what that man's been singing about...

Subject: Looking for lyrics to 'Jesuitmont'
From: GUEST,Bess
Date: 17 Mar 00 - 05:19 PM

I have this song on the collection "The Celts Rise Again" performed, at top speed, by Kornog and Jamie McMenemy, but I would love to have the lyrics, since it is one of the more interesting and bloody ballads I've heard in a while!!

Anyone know where they can be found, or do I have to find the original Kornog album, which I am afraid might be out of print?

Thanks,

Bess

Subject: Lyr Add: JESUITMONT
From: Sorcha
Date: 17 Mar 00 - 10:56 PM

Jesuitmont (Traditional)

There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A huntin' he did ride
His footmen all attending him
And his horsemen by his side.

And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport and play;
His lady goes exceeding fine,
To hear the masses play.

An' she's called on her daughter Anne,
To come to her with speed;
To go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight.

To go her message for to tell
Young Annie feared nae ill'
An' she is gone to the master cook
The message for to tell.

Ye maun dress the dow, the dow
That fair and milk-white dow;
That in the parlour shines so fair,
There's nane so fair to show.

Here is a penknife in my hand
Will bereave thee of thy life;
For thou art the dow that I maun dress
Unto thy father's wife.

Up them spoke the kitchie boy
An' he spoke loud an' high
"O save, O save fair Annie's life
An' bake me in your pie."

"I will not save fair Annie's life,
No, not for such as thee;
But if thou divulge this lady's life
Thy butcher I will be."

When day was done and night was come
And they were all at dinner
When he's ca'd for is daughter Anne
To come and carve his dinner.

Up he rose and away he goes
An angry man was he;
"One bit of meat I will not eat,
Till I fair Annie see."

Up then spak the kitchie boy
An' he spak loud and high;
"An' ye wad your fair Annie see,
Ye maun break up the pie."

Her meat is was a' minced sma'
An' forced by the fire'
An' cursed by her stepmother
For it was her desire.

This lord he is a' clad in black
A' for his Annie's sake;
An' he has caused her stepmother
To be burnt at the stake.

An' he has caused the master cook,
In boilin' lead to stand;
An' he has made the kitchie boy
The heir o' a' his land.