Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: GUEST,Marie Date: 13 Oct 03 - 08:34 AM Thank you, Malcolm. And thank you all for being so helpful. |
Subject: Lyr Add: YOUNG HUNTING (from Brian Peters) From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 12 Oct 03 - 01:11 PM A little long, but here it is. There are some differences in wording not attributable to the difficulties of transcribing from a home-made tape in a foreign language. Brian has recorded his adaptation of the song twice, however: like Stewie, I have the 1997 Fellside set (Ballads, FECD110, from which this is transcribed), but there is a later one on his most recent recording, Lines, which I haven't yet heard. Perhaps the more puzzling differences derive from that. There is no "Irish maid", for example, in the texts printed by Child from which Brian drew the material for his re-make (anglicised; hence "holly" rather than "hollin", and so on); where the maid or companion is given a name, it is most usually Catherine, and that is her name in the Ballads recording. The text Marie has is certainly Brian's re-make, though changed in places. I must get myself that new CD; his reworkings of the "big" ballads are usually quite a treat. Meanwhile, does anybody have a copy of Lines to hand, and the time to check whether or not he has modified his text? Such things often develop over time, and it would be interesting to see how it has changed. I've indicated points of difference from, and additions to, Maries' transcription in red, but have removed redundant words and repeated verses without indication. The tune used -though apparently none of the text- came from a recording of Martin McDonagh (his name for the song was Lady Margaret), made by Tom Munnelly at Co. Roscommon in May 1974. Forms of it are also found with other songs; I've heard it in a traditional set of Little Sir Hugh, and Bert Lloyd sang Tam Lin to a close variant. Young Hunting Young Hunting is to the castle gone As fast as he could ride, He's a hunting horn about his waist A broadsword by his side; A broadsword by his side. And when he came to the castle gates He's pulled all at the pin, No one so ready as the lady herself To arise and let him in; Arise and let him in. You're welcome here, my Young Hunting For coal and candle light And so welcome are you, Young Hunting To lie with me this night; To lie with me this night. I thank you for your light lady So do I for your coal But there's a fairer woman than ten of thee Meets me at Brandie's Well; Meets me at Brandie's Well. He bent down o'er his saddlebow To kiss her ruby cheek; But she took out a little pen knife, And wounded him full deep; And wounded him full deep. She has called on her maid Catherine So long before the day I have a dead man in my bower I wish he was away; I wish he was away. They booted him and spurrèd him As he was wont to ride They've taken him to the wide water They call the river Clyde; They call the river Clyde. One has taken him by his feet The other one by his head In the deepest parts of Clyde water It's there they made his bed; It's there they made his bed. Lie there, lie there, you young Hunting 'Til the blood seep from your bone That fairer woman than ten of me Will wait long ere you come home; Wait long ere you come home. Then up and spoke the bonny little bird That stood all in the tree Go home, go home, you false lady Pay your maid her fee; And pay your maid her fee. Come down, come down, my bonny little bird Come down into my hand Your cage I'll make of the fine beaten gold Where now is the willow wand; Where now is the willow wand. Keep your cage of beaten gold And I will keep my tree For as you did with Young Hunting You'd do the same with me; You'd do the same with me. And it fell out on the very next day The king was going to ride And he has sent for for Young Hunting To ride all at his side; To ride all at his side. The lady swore by the grass so green So did she by the corn I saw not your son Young Hunting Since yesterday at morn; Yesterday at morn. But I saw him ride to Clyde Water I fear he's drowned therein And they have sent the divers bold To dive for Young Hunting; To dive for Young Hunting. Then up and spoke the bonny little bird That flew above their heads: Dive on, dive on, you divers bold For there he lies indeed; For there he lies indeed. But leave off your diving in the day And dive all in the night And where Young Hunting he lies slain The candles will burn full bright; The candles will burn full bright. So they left off diving in the day And dived all in the night And where Young Hunting he lay slain The candles burned full bright; The candles burned full bright. White, white were his wounds all washed As white as a linen clout But when the lady she came near The blood come gushing out; The blood come gushing out. Well it's surely been my maid Catherine And ill may she betide For I'd have never slain my Young Hunting And thrown him in the Clyde; And thrown him in the Clyde. So they have taken the maid Catherine And a bonfire set her in But the fire wouldn't take upon her cheek Not yet upon her chin; Nor yet upon her chin. So they've taken out the maid Catherine They've thrown the lady in And the fire took fast on her fair body She burned like holly green; She burned like holly green. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Thomas the Rhymer Date: 12 Oct 03 - 12:54 PM Looks like Tony Rose (may he rest in peace) recorded this in full length... fine singer, and great songs... ttr |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: GUEST,Marie Date: 12 Oct 03 - 05:35 AM Thank you all for your help. I don't know the group's/artist's name, the song is on a tape which I've got from a friend, and she doesn't even know where she got it from! so it might very well be the version you're talking about. Mary seems to have found out most of my question marks but if some of you are willing to post Brian Peters version/lyrics it would be very nice of you. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Stewie Date: 11 Oct 03 - 10:44 PM Malcolm, I agree. The basic form is the same as the Peters collation, but there are numerous minor differences in the text. I have a Peters recording on the Fellside collection of ballads [FECD110]. If you can post the Peters lyrics, that should clear up most of Marie's difficulties. If you are pushed for time, give us a shout and I'm happy to amend Marie's text to conform with the Peters one. --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 11 Oct 03 - 10:10 PM There should be little or no need to refer to other texts. This is almost certainly a modern collation (made without reference to New World sets, I think) and all we really need to know is what record Marie got it from. As I've said, I think that it is a slightly altered form of the collation Brian Peters put together: it matches it verse for verse. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 11 Oct 03 - 09:48 PM As noted by Malcolm, the Child versions have been posted; by MMario in thread 40615, "Young Hunting." Young Hunting These may help with filling in words. There are many variations. The other threads may help as well. The song also is found in Randolph, "Ozark Folksongs," vol. 1, pp. 90-93 under the name "Lord Henry and Lady Randolph." |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Mary Humphreys Date: 11 Oct 03 - 06:13 PM Some guesses as to the missing words, based on the many versions I have seen whilst getting a singable version together : Verse 4: Often he is welcomed with 'coal and candle-light' i.e. the house is warmed up and lit up for a special visitor. Verse 10: they booted him and spurred him as he was wont to ride ( i.e. they make it look as though he fell off his horse) Verse 16: that is now the willow wand ( ie. willow twigs) Verses 27,28 : blood came gushing out ( an old superstition - when the murderer approaches the corpse of his/her victim, the wounds bleed) Verses 31 & 32. Hollow - I agree with previous posters - 'hollin' the Northern word for Holly. The rest of the missing words I can't help you with. Sorry. Mary |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Barb'ry Date: 11 Oct 03 - 03:30 PM Hi, this is also known as The Proud Girl and is sung in another form by Frankie Armstrong and Bert Lloyd, amongst others. Hollin is actually Holly - it spits a lot when it is burnt. I think I have this version on a Tony Rose vinyl, so will look it up for you if someone doesn't get there before me! The version I sing (Bert Lloyd's)has significantly different words, so is of no use! Barb'ry |
Subject: Lyr Add: EARL RICHARD (from Jon Boden) From: The Borchester Echo Date: 11 Oct 03 - 03:27 PM Jon Boden sings a really nice Readers Digest version of this collected from a Miss Stephenson in Glasgow in 1825. It's only drawback is the omission of the divers and underwater candles. For anyone who didn't realise it, it's from this song that I derived my handle. Earl Richard is a hunting gone as fast as he could ride With his hunting horn tied round his waist and small sword by his side He rode 'til he came to my lady's bower He tirled at the pin And none so ready as she herself to rise and bid him in. Oh light, oh light Earl Richard she says, oh light and stay the night We shall have cheer with charcoal clear and candles burning bright Well I will not light, I cannot light I cannot light at all For a fairer maiden than ten of you is waiting now at Richard's Hall. He's leant down from his milk white steed to kiss her ruby cheek She held a penknife in her hand and wounded him so deep Oh lie you there, Oh lie you there Oh lie there 'til morn For a fairer maiden than ten of me will wait long on your coming home. She's called her servants one by one, she's called them two by two I have a dead man in my bower, I would he were away Then one has a-tain him by the hand And the other by the feet And they've thrown him in the deep drawer well for fifty fathoms deep. Then up there spoke a little bird that sits by on the tree Go home, go home you false lady and pay your maid the fee Come down, come down, oh my pretty bird That sits on the tree I have a cage of beaten gold freely I'll give to thee. Go home, go home you false lady and pay your maid the fee For as you've done to Earl Richard so would you do to me If I had an arrow in my hand And a bow bent on a string I'd fire it o'er that light-brown heart among the leaves so green. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 11 Oct 03 - 01:22 PM On reflection, I'm fairly sure that this is essentially the text that the English musician Brian Peters recorded. In his own words, it was "knocked together from Child". It differs in some respects from what you have transcribed here; perhaps somebody learned it from him and changed it a bit more. At all events, do let us know who you heard singing it. I can post Brian's words later, if they are needed, with some information about his sources. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 11 Oct 03 - 01:06 PM Well, some are easy enough to guess ("like a hollow green" would be "like hollin green", for example), but guesswork is second-best. There are a large number of variant forms of Young Hunting / Earl Richard (and many other names), and the ballad-group is number 68 in Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads. Most of the "Child" texts for #68 have been posted here in the past, I think, and some from other sources; none is quite what you have there. What we need to know in order to help most usefully is where you got it. I take it that something that long must have been transcribed from a record? Perhaps it has been collated and re-written a bit by the performer who recorded it, so it would be useful to know their name. |
Subject: Lyr Add: Young Hunting From: GUEST,Marie Date: 11 Oct 03 - 12:06 PM Hi! I was wondering if any kind person could help me to complete this lyric? I figuered out most of the words, but since English is not my native language I'm not entirely sure and there are still some words/sentences missing. Could anyone help me? /Marie Young Hunting Young Hunting is to the castle gone As fast as he can ride, With a hunting-horn slung at his waist And a broadsword by his side. Oh a broadsword by his side A broadsword by his side With a hunting-horn hung slung at this waist And a broadsword by his side. When he came up to the castles's gates He tirled at the pin, But noone was ready but the lady fair Did rise and let him in. You're welcome here, my young Hunting To call and candle light So welcome are you, my young Hunting Just to lie with me this night To lie with me this night, sweet boy To lie with this night So welcome are you, my young Hunting Just to lie with me this night Well, I thank you for your light lady And so I for your call But there's a fairer girl worth ten of you Meet me down by the town wall Well, he bent down from his saddlebow Just to kiss her ruby cheek; But she pulled out a small sharp knife , And she wounded him full deep. She wounded him full deep, me boys She wounded him full deep Aut she pulled out a small sharp knife , And she wounded him full deep. She called upon her Irish maid So long before the day There lies a dead man in my bower And I wish he was away So they ?? him and ?? up As he was once to ride And they carried him to the wide water They called the river Clyde Oh, they called the river clyde They called the river Clyde And they carried him to the wide water That they called the river Clyde One did take him by the foot And another by his head They throw him in by the water's deep And he sank to the riverbed Lie there, lie there, you young Hunting 'Til the blood cease from your bones For that fairer girl worth ten of me Will wait long of you come home Will wait long of you come home Oh, will wait long as you come home That fairer girl worth ten of me Will wait long of you come home Then up spoke a bonnie little bird That flew up in the trees Go home, go home, you false lady And pay your maid her fee Come down, come down, me bonnie little bird Come down unto my hands A cage, I make of the fine beaten gold And now is the willow won (???????) You can keep your cage of the fine beaten gold And I'll keep my truth For as you did to Young Hunting And so you'll do to me Oh, and so you'll do to me So you'll do to me For as you did to Young Hunting And so you'll do to me And it turned out the very next day The king was going to ride And he called out for Young Hunting To ride all at his side But the lady swore by the grass of green And so she by the corn I have not seen Young Hunting Since yesterday at morn But I saw him down by the river Clyde And I fear his drowned there in So they sent down the divers bold Just to dive for Young Hunting Oh, to dive for Young Hunting To dive for Young Hunting And they sent down the divers bold Just to dive for Young Hunting But then up spoke that bonnie little bird Of the ? above their heads Dive on, dive on, ye divers bold For there he lies indeed Lay of your diving in the day And dive all in the night And where Young Hunting he does lie The candles will burn full bright Oh, the candles will burn full bright, me boys The candles will burn full bright And where Young Hunting he does lie The candles will burn full bright So they left of diving in the day And they dived all in the night And where Young Hunting he did lie The candles did burn full bright. Then pale and white was his wounds of wash Just white as a linnen cloth And when the lady she came near The blood came goushing?) out Oh, the blood came goushing?) out The blood came goushing?) out And when the lady she came near The blood came goushing?) out Oh, it must have been my Irish maid So will may she be tied For I'd never taken Young Hunting And throw(?) him in the Clyde So they are taken out that Irish maid And a ??? of fire and set her in But the flames wouldn't taken upon her cheek Not yet upon her chin So they are taken out that Irish maid And they are throwing the lady in And the flames they took to her skin and hair And she burned like a hollow green (?) Oh, she burned like a hollow green (?) She burned like a hollow green (?) And the flames they took to her skin and hair And she burned like a hollow green (?) |
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