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MONTH OF JANUARY It was in the month of January, the hills all clad with snow It was over hills and valley my true love he did go It was then I met a pretty young girl with a salt tear in her eye She had a baby in her arms and bitter she did cry "Oh cruel was my father that he barred the door to me And cruel was my mother that dreadful crime to see Cruel was my own true love that he changed his mind for gold And cruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold For the taller that the palm tree grows the sweeter is the bark And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart For he'll kiss you and embrace you till he thinks he has you won Then he'll go away and leave you all for some other one So come all you pretty fair maidens and a warning take by me Never try and build your nest at the top of a high tree For the green leaves they will wither and the branches all decay And the beauty of a young man it soon will fade away" ----------------------------------------------------------------- recorded by June Tabor on "Abyssinians" (1982) @love @baby @bastard @family filename[ FATALSN2 MJ |
Month of January (per Malcolm:The DT text was transcribed from a June Tabor record; she seems to have recorded an arrangement of the traditional set that came from Sarah Makem, omitting the final two verses, as did Dolores Keane. Midi made from notation in Peter Kennedy's Folksongs of Britain and Ireland, 1975, where it was called The False Young Man. Kennedy and Sean O'Boyle recorded the song from Sarah Makem in 1953 Roud Index no. 175, Laws P20. Variants have been found in Ireland, Canada, Scotland, the USA and England, often with titles like Cruel Was My Father, The Fatal Snowstorm, and so on. ) |
