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Thread #166469   Message #4003159
Posted By: Mick Pearce (MCP)
03-Aug-19 - 02:05 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Ballad of Jesuit Mont - cannibalism?
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Ballad of Jesuit Mont - cannibalism?
(Mudcat hang on my first attempt to post this)

The title is Jesuitmont (one word!, though in my recording he pronounces it as Jesuitmount) and you can find a recording with lyrics on youtube: Kornog - Jesuitmont. There are some errors in the lyrics given there, so here's my transcription from the album Kornog - Premiere: Music From Brittany


(Jamie McMenemy / Traditional)

There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A huntin' he did ride;
His footmen all attending him,
And his horsemen by his side.

And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport to play;
His lady goes exceeding fine,
To hear the lasses pray.


An' she's called on her daughter Anne,
To come tae her with speed;
to go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight.

To go her message for to tell,
Young Annie feared nae ill;
She has gone to the master cook,
The message for to tell.

Ye maun dress the dow, the dow,
That fair and milk-white dow;
That in the parlour shines so fair,
There's nane so fair to show.

Here is a penknife in my hand,
To reive thee of thy life;
For thou'rt the dow that I maun dress
Unto your fathers wife.


Up then spoke the kitchie boy,
An' he spoke loud an' high;
"Save, O save fair Annie's life,
An' bake me in your pie."

"No I'll not save fair Annie's life,
No not for such as thee, O;
And if thou divulge this lady's life,
Thy butcher I will be, O."

When day was done and night was come,
And they were all at dinner
He's called on his daughter Ann,
To come and carve his dinner.

Up he rose and away he goes,
An angry man was he, O;
"One bit o' meat I will not eat,
Till I fair Annie see, O."


Up then spoke the kitchie boy,
An' he spoke loud an' high;
"An ye wad your fair Annie see,
Ye maun break up* the pie."    (*out?)

Her meat it was a' minced sma'
An' forced by the fire'.
An' curs-ed be her ill stepmother,
For it was her desire.

This knight he is all clad in black
For his Annie's sake;
An' he has caused the ill stepma
To be burnt at the stake.

An' he has caused the master cook,
In boilin' lead to stand;
And he has made the kitchie boy
The heir o' a' his land.


Source: Kornog - Premiere: Music From Brittany