Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: sjus
Date: 27 Mar 07 - 03:10 AM

It seems this song have been spread all over the US and fitted to some local charaters even - poor Mr. Henly and others.
I forgot where I read it, but it said somewhere that it´s an English Folksong dating back to 1750 or there about.
Thanks for all the links, giving me an opportunity to make a version that goes on for half an hour!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Mar 07 - 12:27 AM

For other versions of the same story, see EVERYDAY DIRT and JOHNNY AND OLD MR. HENLY in the DT, and several versions in this thread: Lyr Req: Neighbor Neighbor it's well I met you...

Subject: Lyr Add: WILL THE WEAVER / CHATTERING JAW
From: sjus
Date: 22 Mar 07 - 05:57 PM

Hi kat,
here´s the best version I found. The other is missing quite some words and meaning, it´s kind of guessing the lyrics like I probably would.
This version is almost identical to how Derroll recorded it as "Chattering Jaw", but it´s somewhat different from the versions to be found in DT, the ones you pointed out.

Will The Weaver (Chattering Jaw)

"Son, O son, O what's the matter?
Does she lie or does she patter?
Does she do the tattering-O,
On with Will the weaver, O?"

"She don't lie and she don't patter,
She don't scold and she don't flatter,
But she does the tattering-O,
On with Will the weaver, O."

"Son, O son, go home and love her,
Do not find no fault above her,
But if she does not do well,
Pick up a stick and beat her well."

He went home, and a friend she met him,
Thus she said, but just to fret him,
"Saw your wife awhile ago,
On with Will the weaver, O."

He went home in a devil of a wonder,
Knocked at the door just like thunder.
"Who is that?" the weaver cried.
"That's my husband. You better hide."

Up the chimbley Willie badgered,
Through the door her husband entered,
Searching all the walls around,
Not a soul could be found.

He set down by the fireside, weeping,
Up the chimbley got to peeping,
There he spied the wretched soul,
Sitting on the pot-rack pole.

He put on a rousing fire,
Just to suit his own desire,
His wife cried out with a free good will,
"Don't do that, for the man you'll kill."

He put on a little more fuel,
His wife cried out, "My love, why do you?
Take him down and spare his life
If you want me to be your loving wife."

He retch up and down he took him,
Like a raccoon dog he shook him,
Where he's white, he beat him red,
Made poor weaver wish he's dead.

He went home and his wife she met him,
Up with a stick and down she set him,
Where he's red, she beat him blue,
Every word of this is true.

Regards, Søren

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: katlaughing
Date: 22 Mar 07 - 04:22 PM

Oh, good, Soren, glad you found the lyrics. Perhaps you'd like to post them in this thread, to share? I saw two versions of Will the Weaver in the DigiTrad database and also references to it in several threads, but if the lyrics you found are different, they may be of interest.

Thanks,

kat

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: sjus
Date: 22 Mar 07 - 04:07 PM

kat, thanks for suggestion the Derrol Adams website.
Meanwhile, I´ve found what I was looking for; seems it´s an old British Folk song dating back to the 1700´s, known as Will The Weaver. I guess Derroll renamed it and gave it some new words here and there on his 1970´s LP "Feeling Fine".

Søren

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: katlaughing
Date: 22 Mar 07 - 11:38 AM

If no one comes in here with the lyrics, you might try emailing his website at http://derrolladams.com/folk/index.php?id=4.

Welcome to the Mudcat!

kat

Subject: Lyr Req: Chattering Jaw
From: sjus
Date: 22 Mar 07 - 10:10 AM

I have this Derroll Adams LP from the 70´s, and there´s a song called "Chattering Jaw", listed as Traditional.

I´ve been looking high and low for the lyrics, but no luck. English is not my natural language, but I can get about 75% of the words down, the rest is mumbling or hisses (old worn out vinyl!).

First verse is like this:

Son, oh son, what´s the matter?
Does she lie or does she flatter?
Does she have a chattering jaw?
......-...........-.............-???!!!

It´s about a wife fooling around with another guy, Willie I think is his name, and when the husband comes home Willie hides up in the chimney; the husband starts a fire...and there you have it.

Is there anyone out there who can help me?

Søren