Lyr Add: Here's Adieu to All Judges and Juries

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu to All Judges and Juries
From: Mr Happy
Date: 05 Mar 11 - 07:06 AM

A version's sung in an episode of Sharpe

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu to All Judges and Juries
From: GUEST,Redcoat Ranger
Date: 04 Mar 11 - 09:11 PM

Here is the Version we Reenactors sing at Reenactments in the Redcoats



Here's adieu to all judges and juries!
Justice and Old Bailey, too;
For they bound me to King George's Army
So Adueu to Olde England Adieu

So its over the seas I wander
To the sight of the Red White and Blue
For they gave me the Old King's Hard Bargain
So Adieu to Old England Adieu

Oh Polly, I'm going for to leave you,
For seven long years, love, or more;
But the time it won't seem but one moment,
When I think on the girl I adore.

Going to a strange country don't grieve me,
Nor leaving old England behind;
But it's all for the sake of my Polly love,
I'm a-leaving my comrades behind.

And if ever I return from the Army,
Stores of riches I will bring you, my dear;
It's all for the sake of my Polly love,
I'll cross the salt seas without fear.

How hard is my place of sleep tonight,
Which keeps me from my heart's delight;
A Redcoat and Musket beside me,
And a pack for my pillow tonight.

Oftentimes I have wished that some eagle
Would lend me her wings for to fly;
I would fly to the arms of my Polly love,
Once more in her bosom to lie.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu to All Judges and Juries
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 25 Mar 05 - 06:45 PM

Since the old thread is back, I might add a little more information that I didn't have five years ago.

Martin Carthy's recording was an arrangement of the set noted by W P Merrick in November 1900 from the retired farmer and prolific singer Henry Hills, who was fairly sure that he had learned it in his youth at Lodsworth, Sussex, but didn't recall from whom. The song was printed, with some 50-odd others from Mr Hills, in The Journal of the Folk-Song Society, vol I, issue 3, 1901, p 135 (Bruce Olson referred to it earlier on).

Martin made some minor changes to the wording; oddly enough, the verse I originally forgot to quote seems to have been introduced from elsewhere; Mr Hills didn't sing it.

Number 300 in the Roud Folk Song Index, as Bruce mentioned. Examples currently listed are mostly from Southern England together with broadside issues; though there is one reference to an Irish broadside edition, localised as The Newry Transport. I gather that there is useful information in Hugh Anderson's Farewell to Judges and Juries: The Broadside Ballad and Convict Transportation to Australia 1788-1868 (Victoria: Red Rooster, 2000). Bob Bolton would be the man to comment on that, I should think.

Subject: Lyr Add: JUSTICES AND OLD BAILEY
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 25 Mar 05 - 06:14 PM

From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 25(1015).

JUSTICES AND OLD BAILEY
Printed in London, "between 1780 and 1812."

Here's adieu to your judges and juries,
Justices and Old Baileys also.
Seven years they've transported my true love.
Seven years he's transported, you know.

To go to a strange country don't grieve me,
Nor leaving old England behind.
It's all for the sake of my Polly love,
And the leaving my parents I mind.

There's the captain that is our commander,
The boatswain and all our ship's crew.
There's married men too and there's single,
Who knows what we transports go through.

Dear Polly, I'm going to leave you,
For seven long years, love, and more,
But that time, love, will seem but a moment
When returned to the girl I adore.

If ever I return from the ocean,
Stores of riches I'll bring for my dear.
It's all the sake of my Polly love,
I'll cross the salt seas for my dear.

How hard is the place of confinement
That keeps me from my heart's delight!
Cold chains and irons surround me,
And a plank for my pillow at night.

How often I wish that the eagle
Would lend me her pinions to fly!
Then I'd fly to the arms of my Polly
And on her soft bosom I'd lie.

[Other copies of this song at the Bodleian are titled JUSTICES AND OLD BAILEYS, TRANSPORTS AND OLD BAILEYS, and FAREWELL TO YOUR JUDGES AND JURIES.]

Subject: Tune Add: HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES AND JURIES
From: Jeri
Date: 30 Jun 01 - 12:51 PM

This is my first attempt at transcribing anything in 5/4. If you're familiar with the song and you hear something not-quite-right, please let me know. Maybe we can hold off on collecting the tune until we're sure it's correct?
If anyone wants to critique it and can't use MIDIText or ABC, I can send you the midi. Just e-mail me.

MIDI file: JUDJU.MID

Timebase: 120

Name: untitled
Text: Jeri Corlew
TimeSig: 5/4 24 8
Key: C
Tempo: 100 (600000 microsec/crotchet)
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This program is worth the effort of learning it.

To download the latest version of MIDItext and get instructions on how to use it click here

ABC format:

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Subject: Lyr Add: HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES AND JURIES
From: Jeri
Date: 30 Jun 01 - 12:43 PM

HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES AND JURIES

Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too
Seven years you've transported my true love
Seven years he's transported you know

Oh hard is the place of confinement
That leads me from my heart's delight
Cold irons and chains all bound round me
And a plank for me pillow at night

Oh if I had the wings of an eagle
High up on these pinions I'd fly
I'd fly to the arms of my true love
And in her soft bosom I'd lie

Oh me love she is dark and she's proper
My love's like the linnet in spring
Oh the nightingale sleeps in her bosom
And love do fly high on her wing

Oh if e'er I return from the ocean
Scores of riches I'll bring for my dear
And it's all for the sake of my true love
I will cross the salt seas without fear

Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too
Seven years you've transported my true love
Seven years he's transported you know

Traditional
This song is on Martin Carthy's CD Landfall.
The lyrics were transcribed by Garry Gillard, and I got them from his page on Martin Carthy.
For initials, perhaps GG and JC. Garry did all the work on transcribing, I just swiped 'em.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 11:34 PM

G'day all,

Alan: OK, the version posted for Martin Carthy is the one that I had in mind. I have not heard the George Blake version.

Regards,

Bob Bolton

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Alan of Australia
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 09:35 PM

G'day,
Thanks to Malcolm the tune for "Here's Adieu To All Judges And Juries" as collected by Dr. Gardiner from George Blake can be found here at the Mudcat MIDI site.

And the tune recorded by Martin Carthy can be found here.

Cheers,
Alan

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: GUEST,Bruce O.
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 02:33 PM

A version is also in JFSS3 (1901). The tune there is stressed note and mode coded in file COMBCOD2.TXT on my website. It's #300 in Steve Roud's broadside and folksong indexes. Searching under 'judges' turns up copies under various titles on the Bodley Ballads website.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 09:39 AM

Thanks, Garry; I clean forgot about verse 4.

 

Oh me love she is dark and she's proper,
My love's like the linnet in spring;
Oh the nightingale sleeps in her bosom
And love do fly high on her wing.

It is "leads", not "keeps" in verse 2. Don't worry about midis, Bob; they're with Alan.

Malcolm

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Garry Gillard
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 05:04 AM

Here is my transcription of what Martin Carthy sings. I hear a few words differently from Malcolm, and I have one more stanza.

Garry

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 15 Apr 00 - 03:59 AM

G'day all,

The tune is in a minor key and no particularly like Rosin the Beau but, since it has a simple four-square structure, it could go to many ballad tunes. If no one else comes up with the tune, I might stir myself to turn out a MIDI-Text version.

It is also worth noting that this song has, as an illegitimate offspring, the well-known music hall play song Botany Bay (the "Toorali-oorali-addity" chorus one) which was sung by Florian Pascal in Little Jack Shepherd, a play produced by Henry Mayhew (better known for his anthrpological work in London Labour and the London Poor , 3 volumes, 1851 - 1862) in 1880.

Regards,

Bob Bolton

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Jurie
From: Jon W.
Date: 14 Apr 00 - 11:06 AM

Couldn't find it there. But it scans well to Rosin the Bow.

Subject: Here's Adieu To All Judges And Juries
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 13 Apr 00 - 11:58 PM

The Prisoner's Song thread  here reminds me of this song, with which it shares some text; so here is:

HERE'S ADIEU TO ALL JUDGES AND JURIES

Here's adieu to all judges and juries!
Here's adieu to you bailiffs also!
Seven years you've parted me from my true-love,
Seven years I'm transported, you know.

Oh Polly, I'm going for to leave you,
For seven long years, love, or more;
But the time it won't seem but one moment,
When I think on the girl I adore.

Going to a strange country don't grieve me,
Nor leaving old England behind;
But it's all for the sake of my Polly love,
And a-leaving my comrades behind.

And if ever I return from the ocean,
Stores of riches I will bring you, my dear;
It's all for the sake of my Polly love,
I'll cross the salt seas without fear.

How hard is my place of confinement,
Which keeps me from my heart's delight;
Cold chains and cold irons all around me,
And a plank for my pillow at night.

Oftentimes I have wished that some eagle
Would lend me her wings for to fly;
I would fly to the arms of my Polly love,
Once more in her bosom to lie.

From the Hammond & Gardiner mss., published by Frank Purslow in The Constant Lovers (EFDSS 1972).  Purslow has this to say:

Gardiner Hp.308. George Blake, St. Denys, Southampton, Hants. May, 1906.  "Once extremely popular, but now almost forgotten, it probably had its origins in the early music halls.  Some collected versions do seem to be of an earlier date, but a stage origin still seems likely.  The tune is sometimes sung in the Mixolydian mode.  The composer of Wrap Me Up In My Tarpaulin Jacket  -Whyte Melville-  appears to have been unconsciously aware of the tune when he composed his.  I have slightly rearranged the order of Blake's verses to agree with the usual order."

Martin Carthy recorded a version of this song on Landfall (1971).  It's worth giving his version, which he says is from Suffolk, as well; the switch between female and male viewpoint is interesting, and characteristic of Carthy's work.

Here's adieu to all judges and juries!
Justice and Old Bailey, too;
Seven years you've transported my true-love
Seven years he's transported, you know.

Oh hard is the place of confinement,
That keeps me from my heart's delight;
Cold irons and chains all around me,
And a plank for my pillow at night.

Oh if I had the wings of an eagle
High up on those pinions I'd fly;
I would fly to the arms of my jewel,
And in her soft bosom I'd lie.

If ever I return from the ocean,
Stores of riches I'll bring for my dear;
And it's all for the sake of my true-love,
I will cross the salt seas without fear.

Midis of both versions go to Alan's Mudcat Midi Site.

Malcolm