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Thread #110296 Message #2312864
Posted By: Roberto
11-Apr-08 - 08:47 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Trooper and Maid (from Dr Faustus)
Subject: Lyr Add: TROOPER AND MAID (from Dr Faustus)
Pleae, help me complete and correct this transcription. This recording of Trooper and Maid, by Dr Faustus, in the CD The First Cut, is clearly based on Child #299 D, but in English instead in Scots. The problems are in 6th and 7th stanza. Please, help.
A trooper lad came to our gate And oh but he was weary He rapped at and he chapped at For the sake of his kind dearie
The bonnie lass being in the close And the moon shone bright and clearly You're welcome here, my trooper lad You're welcome, my kind dearie
So she's taken the horse by the bridle reins And led him to the stable She's gived him corn and hay to eat As much as he was able
She's taken the knight by the milk-white hand And led him to her chamber She's gived him bread and cheese to eat And wine to drink his pleasure
Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near you now Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near you An' I'll gar all your ribbons reel In the morning or I leave you
So soon to bed they did retire And the knight soon ...(???) lay The maid put off her little white smock Crying, Laddie, are you ready?
It was all night that they did ...(?) The floor it was a-creekin' So rumpently (?) they roll ...(?) There was no time for speaking
Well, the first time that the trumpet played It was, Up, up and awa, man! The next time that the trumpet played Was, The morn's the battle-day, man!
Bonnie lassie, I must leave you now Bonne lassie, I must leave you But, if ever I come this way again I will call in and see you
Well, it's bread and cheese for gentlemen And corn and hay for horses Pipes and tobacco for old wives And bonnie lads for lasses
When will us two meet again? When will we meet and marry? When cockle-shells turn silver bells No longer, love, we'll tarry
So he's taken his old grey cloak about him And he's over the mountains fairly Crying, Fare thee well, my bonnie lass Farewell, my own kind dearie