Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold

Subject: Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 08 May 04 - 05:49 PM

Could you please provide me with the Lyrics for "Sir Gavin Grimbold" which I believe is a 16th or 17th century song.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 08 May 04 - 06:04 PM

In google: Sir Gavin
Don't know if these words are complete or correct.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 08 May 04 - 06:14 PM

This is a modern re-write of Bonnie James (or George) Campbell (Child 210). It has been suggested that the Scottish song may refer to events of the late 16th century; but without compelling reason. The re-write (and its tune) was made by the band Gryphon, for their eponymous album back in the 1970s.

George Campbell has been discussed here in the past, and what appears to be a collated text appears in the DT.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 08 May 04 - 06:29 PM

"James Campbell" also is in the DT, Frank Proffitt version, from Bronson, "Bonnie James Campbell," The Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads.

Subject: ADD: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 May 04 - 01:38 AM

Just so we have it, here are the lyrics Q linked to, from the Graeme Taylor Appreciation Page


Sir Gavin Grimbold
(Trad. arr. Brian Gulland)

High on mountains and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse but never came he

Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return

He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle all bloody to see
And home came his horse but never came he

Subject: Lyr Add: SIR GAVIN GRIMBOLD (from Brian Gulland)
From: Gypsyfree
Date: 09 May 04 - 02:14 PM

SIR GAVIN GRIMBOLD
(Trad. arr. Brian Gulland)

High on mountains and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse but never came he

Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return
He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee

Down came his saddle all bloody to see
And home came his horse but never came he

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sir Gavin Grimbold
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 09 May 04 - 06:21 PM

Thank you all. Just what I wanted. Be Blessed