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Lyr Req/Add: Kemp Owen (from Frankie Armstrong)

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KEMP OWYNE
KEMPION


Roberto 01 Jan 04 - 03:36 PM
Malcolm Douglas 01 Jan 04 - 05:46 PM
GUEST, NOMADman 01 Jan 04 - 08:41 PM
Malcolm Douglas 01 Jan 04 - 09:12 PM
Roberto 02 Jan 04 - 05:19 AM
Crow Sister (off with the fairies) 20 May 10 - 09:48 AM
Richard Mellish 20 May 10 - 05:33 PM
Susan of DT 20 May 10 - 06:01 PM
GUEST,Davy B 21 Nov 12 - 02:17 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: KEMP OWEN (from Frankie Armstrong)
From: Roberto
Date: 01 Jan 04 - 03:36 PM

Kemp Owen as sung by Frankie Armstrong, The Garden Of Love, Fellside.
Please, someone to check and correct this transcription. I've read Child's texts, A e B, and tried to listen carefully to Frankie Armstrong's recording, but not everything is all right. Thank you. Roberto

Come list a while my bonny child
Lay your head low on my knee
A dreadful tale I'll tell to you
Concerning of a fair lady

Her mother died when she was young
Causing her to weep and mourn
Her father wed the worst woman
That ever lived in Christendom

She served her well, both hand and foot
But O, her stepmother loved not she
She has cast this bonnie maid
And cast her in the salt, salt sea

O lie you there, dove Isabel
A dreadful beast condemned to be
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the craig and borrow thee

Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong
On her four feet she did fall
Every breath blew smoke and fire
On Eastmuir craig condemned to crawl

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the craig and thrice kiss me

Now word has come to Kemp Owen
The fiery beast was in his land
He has got on a bonny boat
And steered it with his own fair hand

A mile before he's reached the shore
The sky glowed red though the sun grew dim
As he put his foot on shore
The fiery beast blistered his skin

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the craig and thrice kiss me

He's mounted up the Eastmuir craig
He has given her kisses one
Away she went and back she came
The foulest beast in Christendom

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the craig and thrice kiss me

He's mounted up the Eastmuir craig
He has given her kisses two
Away she went and back she came
But from her mouth the fire still flew

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the craig and thrice kiss me

He's mounted up the Eastmuir craig
He has given her kisses three
Away she went and back she came
The fairest woman your eyes did see

O was it wolf into the wood
Was it fish into the sea
Was it man or woman
My own dear love, that changed thee?

It was not wolf into the wood
It was not fish into the sea
It was my own cruel stepmother
Forever cursed may she be

A heavier curse light her upon
Than ever fell on wile woman
In Wormie's Wood she'll walk along
None take pity her upon
And relieved shall she never be
Till all the saints sail o'er the sea


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: frankie armstrong's kemp owen
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 01 Jan 04 - 05:46 PM

This isn't a traditional text, but a modern re-write collated from the three examples in Child. I don't know who made it; Brian Peters recorded it too (several years earlier), and wasn't specific. Does Frankie say where she got it?

Only one tune has ever been found in tradition for this rare ballad, and that came from Mrs Anna Brown of Falkland, Aberdeenshire; as noted it's a bit peculiar, but Brian uses it (regularised somewhat) and I should imagine that Frankie does, too. I could check your transcription against Brian's singing, but presumably you want the exact words that Frankie recorded; these seem to be a little changed in places from what Brian recorded a few years earlier. Both arrangements are certainly from the same source, whatever that might be.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: frankie armstrong's kemp owen
From: GUEST, NOMADman
Date: 01 Jan 04 - 08:41 PM

Frankie cites Brian Peters as her source. The attribution is, "Trad. arr. Brian Peters/Frankie Armstrong." She mentions that she had nearly given up trying to create a singable version of the ballad until she heard Brian Peters' version.

Regards,
John


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Subject: Lyr Add: KEMP OWYNE (from Brian Peters)
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 01 Jan 04 - 09:12 PM

Ah, thank you for that. Brian's singing is clear, so here it is. I suppose it's simpler to post the whole thing rather than just emendations. I'd recommend his recording (Sharper than the Thorn, Pugwash PUGCD002, 1996). Frankie has made some minor alterations, but nothing of great consequence.

KEMP OWYNE

(Text collated and modernised by Brian Peters, based upon the three traditional texts in Child)

Oh come list awhile my bonny child
Lay your head low on my knee
A dreadful tale I'll tell to you
Concerning of a fair lady

Her mother died when she was young
Causing her to weep and moan
Her father wed the worst woman
That's ever lived in Christendom

She servèd her with foot and hand
But oh, her stepmother loved not she
She has cursed that bonny maid
And thrown her in the salt, salt sea

Saying, Oh lie you there, dove Isabel
A dreadful beast condemned to be
Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son
Shall borrow you with kisses three

Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong
On her four feet she did fall
Every breath brought smoke and fire
On Eastmuir crag condemned to crawl

Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

Now word has gone to Kemp Owyne
The fiery beast was in his land
He has taken a bonny boat
And steered it with his own fair hand

A mile before he reached the shore
The sky glowed red, though the sun was dim
And as he set his foot on land
The fiery heat blistered his skin

Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

So he's mounted up the Eastmuir crag
He has given her kisses one
Away she went and back she came
The foulest beast in Christendom

Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

So he's mounted up the Eastmuir crag
He has given her kisses two
Away she went and back she came
But from her mouth the fire still flew

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owyne, the king's son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

So he's mounted up the Eastmuir craig
He has given her kisses three
Away she went and back she came
The fairest lady that e'er was seen

Oh was it wolf into the wood
Was it fish into the sea
Was it man or vile woman
My own dear love, that changèd thee?

Oh it was not wolf into the wood
It was not fish into the sea
But it was my cruel stepmother
Forever cursèd may she be

A heavier curse fall her upon
Than ever fell on vile woman
In Wormie's Wood she'll walk alone
None take pity her upon
And relieved shall she never be
Till all the saints sail o'er the sea


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Subject: Lyr Add: KEMP OWEN (from Frankie Armstrong)
From: Roberto
Date: 02 Jan 04 - 05:19 AM

Thank you, Malcolm. So, with possibly some minor impefections, the the text sung by Frankie Armstrong should be the following:

Kemp Owen
Frankie Armstrong, The Garden of Love, Fellside FECD144, 1999

Come list a while my bonny child
Lay your head low on my knee
A dreadful tale I'll tell to you
Concerning of a fair lady

Her mother died when she was young
Causing her to weep and mourn
Her father wed the worst woman
That ever lived in Christendom

She servèd her well, both hand and foot
But O, her stepmother loved not she
She has cursed this bonnie maid
And cast her in the salt, salt sea

O I lie you there, dove Isabel
A dreadful beast condemned to be
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the crag and borrow thee

Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong
On her four feet she did fall
Every breath blew smoke and fire
On Eastmuir crag condemned to crawl

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

Now word has come to Kemp Owen
The fiery beast was in his land
He has got on a bonny boat
And steered it with his own fair hand

A mile before he's reached the shore
The sky glowed red 'though the sun grew dim
As he put his foot on shore
The fiery heat blisterd his skin

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir crag
He has given her kisses one
Away she went and back she came
The foulest beast in Christendom

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir crag
He has given her kisses two
Away she went and back she came
But from her mouth the fire still flew

It's from this rock I'll never rise
No man on earth shall set me free
Till Kemp Owen, the king's own son
Shall climb the crag and thrice kiss me

He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir crag
He has given her kisses three
Away she went and back she came
The fairest woman your eyes did see

O was it wolf into the wood
Was it fish into the sea
Was it man or woman
My own dear love, that changèd thee?

It was not wolf into the wood
It was not fish into the sea
It was my own cruel stepmother
Forever cursed may she be

A heavier curse light her upon
Than ever fell on vile woman
In Wormie's Wood she'll walk alone
None take pity her upon
And relieved shall she never be
Till all the saints sail o'er the sea


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Subject: RE: Req/ADD: frankie armstrong's kemp owen
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 20 May 10 - 09:48 AM

***REFRESH***

Anyone got the traditional tune for this?


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Subject: RE: Req/ADD: frankie armstrong's kemp owen
From: Richard Mellish
Date: 20 May 10 - 05:33 PM

CS asked
> Anyone got the traditional tune for this?

It's in Bronson, which you can get on CD: see this thread


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Subject: RE: Req/ADD: frankie armstrong's kemp owen
From: Susan of DT
Date: 20 May 10 - 06:01 PM

Bronson has one tune, from the Mrs. Brown Malcolm mentioned above, which is the one in the DT.

Margaret MacArthur also recorded it on Ballads Thrice Twisted

Roberto - get rid of that "I" in the 4th verse. It's "Oh, lie you there..."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Kemp Owen (from Frankie Armstrong)
From: GUEST,Davy B
Date: 21 Nov 12 - 02:17 PM

I've just found this thread!

Anyone interested in Kemp Owen should get a copy of Fay Hield's CD "Looking Glass" from 2010, as she has reworked the text further to include the belt, ring and sword from Child's A-version. Her text is given in full in the CD insert, so I won't reproduce it here, as we'd probably be breaching her copyright.

Fay has also modified the tune to produce occasional B-music (as in Nic Jones' "Little Musgrave"). Although the result may be some way from Mrs Brown's original tune, all I can say is, it works extremely well.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Kemp Owen (from Frankie Armstrong)
From: Brian Peters
Date: 12 Feb 13 - 07:39 AM

I've just noticed this thread after we discussed 'Kemp Owyne' at the Glasgow Ballad Workshop the other day. I must admit I was very flattered when Frankie asked to use my rewrite, which is based mostly on Child 34B (Anna Brown's), with a couple of verses from 34A (Buchan's Ballads) and at least one that I seem to have made up (I'll never say rude things about Bert Lloyd again).

I did use Mrs. Brown's tune - which, incidentally, we can't be confident was notated accurately at the time - more or less as written, but with the 'Scottish snap' removed.

When you put a ballad together from more than one version, especially if none of the versions is terribly coherent, you have to make up your mind which bits to keep and which bits to leave out. I chose to leave out Kemp Owyne's rather useless brother Segramour and, despite the attractions of the protective gifts that the monster gives him, decided that they would complicate matters and get in the way of the story I was trying to tell. It's good that Fay put them in her version - I'm all for alternative interpretations.


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