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Thread #68735 Message #1159700
Posted By: Roberto
12-Apr-04 - 05:11 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: duncan williamson's golden vanity
Subject: Lyr Add: GOLDEN VANITY (Duncan Williamson)
Please, help me to complete (and correct) this text, from the singing of DUNCAN WILLIAMSON. The Golden Vanity (F.J. Child n.286), on Travellers' Tales, Volume 2, Songs, stories and ballads from the Scottish Travellers, Kyloe 101. THE PROBLEMS ARE IN THE 4th STANZA (I expected something like "he bent his breast", but it sounds like "beard his best") AND IN THE 7th STANZA. Please, don't let this post go down without an answer: it is a beautiful recording. Thanks. R
O I have a ship that sails on the sea And she goes by the name of the Golden Vanity But I'll doubt she'll by sunk by a Spanish Galee As I sail on the lowlands low, low As I sail on the lowlands low
Then up and spoke our cabin boy A well-spoke lad was he Saying – Captain, O captain, O what will you give If the Spanish Gallee would trouble you no more As you sail on the lowlands low, low As yu sail on the lowlands low?
O guid gold I would give and silver in store And my pretty little daughter who waits on the shore If the Spanish Gallee would trouble me no more As I sail on the lowlands low, low As I sail on the lowlands low
O straight away the cabin boy ... his best (??????) and dived in He held in his hand an auger sharp and thin He held in his hand an auger sharp and thin He went swimming in the lowlands low, low He went swimming in the lowlands low
Then he bored and he bored, he bored once or twice For some was playing cards and some was playing dice And the water it rushed in and dazzled till their eyes And he sank 'em in the lowlands low, low And he sank 'em in the lowlands low
Then he swam and he swan, crying – Captain, take me in I am drowning in the lowlands low
O throw me a rope, a rope - cried he A rope, O, a rope, you will never get from me For you sank ...(?????) the Turk ...(admiry????) Now she's lying in the lowlands low, low Now she's lying in the lowlands low
So he swam around the starboard side, saying – Messmates, take me in They throwed him a rope and his messmates took him in And they wrapped him up in an old cow skin And they sank him in the lowlands low, low They sank him in the lowlands low