Ah, thank you for that. Brian's singing is clear, so here it is. I suppose it's simpler to post the whole thing rather than just emendations. I'd recommend his recording (Sharper than the Thorn, Pugwash PUGCD002, 1996). Frankie has made some minor alterations, but nothing of great consequence.
KEMP OWYNE
(Text collated and modernised by Brian Peters, based upon the three traditional texts in Child)
Oh come list awhile my bonny child Lay your head low on my knee A dreadful tale I'll tell to you Concerning of a fair lady
Her mother died when she was young Causing her to weep and moan Her father wed the worst woman That's ever lived in Christendom
She servèd her with foot and hand But oh, her stepmother loved not she She has cursed that bonny maid And thrown her in the salt, salt sea
Saying, Oh lie you there, dove Isabel A dreadful beast condemned to be Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son Shall borrow you with kisses three
Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong On her four feet she did fall Every breath brought smoke and fire On Eastmuir crag condemned to crawl
Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise No man on earth shall set me free Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me
Now word has gone to Kemp Owyne The fiery beast was in his land He has taken a bonny boat And steered it with his own fair hand
A mile before he reached the shore The sky glowed red, though the sun was dim And as he set his foot on land The fiery heat blistered his skin
Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise No man on earth shall set me free Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir crag He has given her kisses one Away she went and back she came The foulest beast in Christendom
Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise No man on earth shall set me free Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir crag He has given her kisses two Away she went and back she came But from her mouth the fire still flew
It's from this rock I'll never rise No man on earth shall set me free Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir craig He has given her kisses three Away she went and back she came The fairest lady that e'er was seen
Oh was it wolf into the wood Was it fish into the sea Was it man or vile woman My own dear love, that changèd thee?
Oh it was not wolf into the wood It was not fish into the sea But it was my cruel stepmother Forever cursèd may she be
A heavier curse fall her upon Than ever fell on vile woman In Wormie's Wood she'll walk alone None take pity her upon And relieved shall she never be Till all the saints sail o'er the sea