Lyr Req: Maid on the Shore (from Martin Carthy)

Subject: Carthy's Maid on the shore
From: GUEST,Brecklander
Date: 06 May 02 - 11:24 AM

Looking for Martin Carthy's version of The Maid on the Shore. Thanks!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Carthy's Maid on the shore
From: GUEST
Date: 06 May 02 - 11:27 AM

Click Here

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Carthy's Maid on the shore
From: Susan of DT
Date: 06 May 02 - 06:21 PM

Or look in the DT, where there are 2 versions

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Carthy's Maid on the shore
From: Anglo
Date: 07 May 02 - 09:21 AM

Read Umberto Eco - the Island of the Day Before I think it's called.

But then, since the "advanced" message was not from a pleb like me but from "Susan of DT" I think it's fairly apparent that there's been a huge conspiracy going on, and something is starting to unravel. Remember, this is folk music: we argue so much and fight so hard because the stakes are so small.

:-)

Subject: Lyr Add: FAIR MAID ON THE SHORE (Martin Carthy)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 May 02 - 08:10 AM

Copied from http://wwwmcc.murdoch.edu.au/~gillard/watersons/fair.html

FAIR MAID ON THE SHORE

Oh, it's of a sea captain who sailed the salt sea
And the moon it shone gentle and clear-o.
"I will die. I will die," the captain did cry,
"If I can't have that maiden who walks on the shore,
If I can't have that maid on the shore."

So the sailors all got in the very long boat
And it's off for the shore they did steer-o,
Saying, "Ma'am, if you please, will you enter on board
To view a fine cargo of costly ware,
To view a fine cargo of ware?"

Now it's with much persuasion they got her on board,
And the moon it shone gentle and clear-o,
And she sat herself down in the stern of the boat,
And off for the ship the bold sailors did steer,
And it's off for the ship they did steer.

And when they've arrived aside of the ship,
Oh, the captain he spat out his chew-o,*
Saying, "First, you'll lie in my arms all this night,
Then I'll hand you to my jolly young crew,
Then I'll hand you right back to me crew."

"Oh, thank you! Oh, thank you!" this young girl she cried.
"Oh, that's just what I've been awaiting for,
For I've grown so weary of my maidenhead
As I walked all alone on the rocky old shore,
As I walked all alone on the shore."

And she sat herself down in the stern of the ship.
How the moon it shone gentle and clear-o!
And she sung so neat, genteel and complete
That she sung the sailors and captain right off to sleep,
She sung sailors and captain to sleep.

And she's robbed them of silver; she's robbed them of gold,
And she's plundered their bright costly ware-o,
And the captain's bright sword she's took for an oar,
And she's paddled right back to that rocky old shore,
And she's paddled right back to the shore.

"Oh, were me men drunk or were me men mad,
Or were they sunk deep in despair-o,
That they let her away with her beauty so gay?
And now she's a maiden once more on the shore.
She's a maiden once more on the shore."

"Now your men were not drunk and your men were not mad,
Nor were they sunk deep in despair-o,
But I deluded your crew and likewise yourself too,
And again I'm a maid on the rocky old shore,
And again I'm a maid on the shore."

[Sung by Martin Carthy on his "Second Album," 1966. Transcribed by Garry Gillard. *Not quite sure about "chew." Another version has "The captain he sat on his chair-o."]