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Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) DigiTrad: KING O' LUVE |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FALSE FOUDRAGE (Child #89) From: Roberto Date: 02 Oct 04 - 02:01 PM FALSE FOUDRAGE sung by Brian Peters, The Seeds of Time, Harbourtown HARCD021, 1992. I can't get words in stanzas 17, 23, 24. Please, help. Thanks. Roberto Now the Eastmure king and the Westmure king And the king of Honorie They've courted of a fair young maid All from the North Countrie King Eastmure's courted her for gold King Westmure for her fee But the king of Honor's won her heart His bride all for to be King Eastmure swore a dreadful oath All on their wedding day And he has sent for False Foudrage The king all for to slain And at the dead hour of the night When all were fast a-bed False Foudrage so soft crept in Sat at king Honor's head And his Lady she awakened All from her drowsy dream She saw her bride-bed swim with blood And her good lord lay slain O spare my life, False Foudrage Until I lighter be Spare me that I may bear the child King Honor's left with me Well, if it be a lass – he said Well nursed shall she be But if it be a little boy Then hangéd he will be For I'll not spare him for his tender age Nor yet for his noble kin But on the day that he is born He'll mount the gallows-pin Then four and twenty valiant knights Were set the Queen for to guard And four stood at her bower-door To keep both watch and ward Ah, but when her time drew near its end She's gi'en them beer and wine And she has made them all as drunk As any wildwood swine And she's stepped out the window She's wandered out and in And in the very swines' stye The Queen brought forth a son Then they've cast lots all in the town For who should go to the Queen And the lot it fell on Wise William And he's sent his wife for him This favour, Wise William's wife This favour grant to me Change your lass for my little boy That King Honor's left with me And you will learn my gay gose-hawke Well how to breast a steed And I will learn your turtle-dove As well to write and read And you will learn my gay gose-hawke To wield the bow and brand And I will learn your turtle-dove To lay gold all with her hand When we meet at the market-place We must no more avow Then - Madam, how does my gay gose-hawk? Lady, how does my dove? Now, when days were gone and years come on Wise William he thought long And he has ta'en King Honor's son And they've a-hunting gone Do you see that high high castle With walls and towers so fair? Well, if every man had back his own Of it you'd be the heir For if you should slain False Foudrage You'd set the wrong to right For he has slain your father E'er you ever saw the light And if you should slain False Foudrage There's no man would you blame For he keeps your mother prisoner And she dare not take you home So he's set his bow all to his breast He's climbed the castle's wall And there he's met with False Foudrage A-walkin' in the hall Oh, what ails thee, my bonny boy? What ails thee at me? For I did never do you wrong Your face I ne'er did see O hold your tongue, False Foudrage For I know you and who you be And he has pierced him through the heart And set his mother free And he has given to Wise William The best part of this land And he has wed his turtle-dove With a ring from off his hand |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) From: Joe Offer Date: 02 Oct 04 - 03:03 PM Jeri posted a profoundly succinct summary of this song in another thread, and I think it deserves to be posted again:
Posted By: Jeri 01-Oct-03 - 12:53 PM Thread Name: Child Ballads help Subject: RE: Child Ballads help
Child 89: Fause Foodrage And here's the entry from the Traditional Ballad Index: Fause Foodrage [Child 89]DESCRIPTION: A lady courted by three kings weds one who is then slain (by one of the rivals/a rebel). Her not-yet-born child will be spared if female. She bears a boy, switches him with a baby girl. When grown the boy is told his heritage and avenges his father.AUTHOR: unknown EARLIEST DATE: 1802 (Scott) KEYWORDS: royalty death murder children trick revenge FOUND IN: Britain(Scotland(Aber)) REFERENCES (5 citations): Child 89, "Fause Foodrage" (3 texts, 1 tune) Bronson 89, "Fause Foodrage" (3 versions) OBB 70, "Fause Foodrage" (1 text) DBuchan 14, "Fause Foodrage" (1 text) DT 89, KINGLUVE Roud #57 CROSS-REFERENCES: cf. "Jellon Grame" [Child 90] (theme) Notes: Some texts of this ballad share a verse with Elizabeth Halket Wardlaw's "Hardeknute" (for which see Volume II of Percy's Reliques; at that time, the authorship of Wardlaw (1677-1727) had not been established). This caused Scott to wonder about the authenticity of the piece, but Child thought the informant might have taken the verse from the "tiresome and affected Hardyknute, so much esteemed in her day." - RBW File: C089 Go to the Ballad Search form The Ballad Index Copyright 2004 by Robert B. Waltz and David G. Engle. Here's an excerpt of a message from Malcolm Douglas on the Child #89 entry in the Digital Tradition:
Posted By: Malcolm Douglas 29-Apr-02 - 11:09 AM Thread Name: Tune Add: Missing tunes: WANTED - part EIGHT 1957) KING O' LUVE Child #89 (Fause Foodrage): this is Child's example C, and came from the Harris MS, "Derived from Jannie Scott, an old Perthshire Nurse, c.1790". Child and Bronson both refer to it as Eastmuir King; perhaps Hermes Nye, who is mentioned in the DT file as having recorded the song , thought King o' Luve sounded nicer. The tune, given in Child as well as in Bronson, is the one that Andy Irvine mistakenly used for Willy of Winsbury (and changed a bit), and which everybody and his or her dog now seems to use as well. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) From: GUEST,Steve Dawes Date: 02 Oct 04 - 06:46 PM Great song, I agree… and Brian Peters' version is one of the best I've heard (mind, Brian Peters' version of most things is the best I've heard!!) I sing "False Foudrage" too and the missing words are (I believe): And they've a-hunting gone For I know you and who you be And he has wed his turtle dove |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) From: Roberto Date: 03 Oct 04 - 01:51 AM Thank you very much, Steve. R
-Joe Offer- |
Subject: ADD Version: Fause Foudrage (Child #89) From: Joe Offer Date: 03 Oct 04 - 03:03 AM I think we could use a few more versions of this ballad. It's a good story. -Joe Offer- I found this at bartleby.com which has the entire 1910 text of the Oxford Book of Ballads. The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910. Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). 70. Fause Foodrage I KING EASTER has courted her for her lands, King Wester for her fee, King Honour for her comely face, And for her fair bodie. II They had not been four months married, As I have heard them tell, Until the nobles of the land Against them did rebel. III And they cast kevils them amang, And kevils them between; And they cast kevils them amang, Wha suld gae kill the king. IV O, some said yea, and some said nay, Their words did not agree; Till up and got him, Fause Foodrage, And swore it suld be he. V When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' men bound to bed, King Honour and his gay ladye In a high chamber were laid. VI Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage, When a' were fast asleep, And slew the porter in his lodge, That watch and ward did keep. VII O four-and-twenty silver keys Hang hie upon a pin; And aye, as ae door he did unlock, He has fasten'd it him behin'. VIII Then up and raise him, King Honour, Says—'What means a' this din? Or what 's the matter, Fause Foodrage, Or wha has loot you in?'— IX 'O ye my errand weel sall learn, Before that I depart.'— Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, And pierced him to the heart. X Then up and got the Queen hersell, And fell low down on her knee, 'O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! For I never injured thee. XI 'O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! Until I lighter be! And see gin it be lad or lass, King Honour has left me wi'.'— XII 'O gin it be a lass,' he says, 'Weel nurséd it sall be; But gin it be a lad bairn, He sall be hangéd hie. XIII 'I winna spare for his tender age, Nor yet for his hie hie kin; But soon as e'er he born is, He sall mount the gallows pin.'— XIV O four-and-twenty valiant knights Were set the Queen to guard; And four stood aye at her bour door, To keep both watch and ward. XV But when the time drew near an end, That she suld lighter be, She cast about to find a wile, To set her body free. XVI O she has birled these merry young men With the ale but and the wine, Until they were a' deadly drunk As any wild-wood swine. XVII 'O narrow, narrow is this window, And big, big am I grown!'— Yet through the might of Our Ladye, Out at it she is gone. XVIII She wander'd up, she wander'd down, She wander'd out and in; And, at last, into the very swine's stythe The Queen brought forth a son. XIX Then they cast kevils them amang, Which suld gae seek the Queen; And the kevil fell upon Wise William, And he sent his wife for him. XX O when she saw Wise William's wife, The Queen fell on her knee: 'Win up, win up, madam!' she says: 'What needs this courtesie?'— XXI 'O out o' this I winna rise, Till a boon ye grant to me; To change your lass for this lad bairn, King Honour left me wi'. XXII 'And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk Right weel to breast a steed; And I sall learn your turtle dow As weel to write and read. XXIII 'And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk To wield both bow and brand; And I sall learn your turtle dow To lay gowd wi' her hand. XXIV 'At kirk and market when we meet, We'll dare make nae avowe, But—"Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk?" "Madame, how does my dow?"' XXV When days were gane, and years came on, Wise William he thought lang; And he has ta'en King Honour's son A-hunting for to gang. XXVI It sae fell out, at this huntíng, Upon a simmer's day, That they came by a fair castell, Stood on a sunny brae. XXVII 'O dinna ye see that bonny castell, Wi' halls and towers sae fair? Gin ilka man had back his ain, Of it you suld be heir.'— XXVIII 'How I suld be heir of that castell, In sooth, I canna see; For it belangs to Fause Foodrage, And he is na kin to me.'— XXIX 'O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage, You would do but what was right; For I wot he kill'd your father dear, Or ever ye saw the light. XXX 'And gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage, There is no man durst you blame; For he keeps your mother a prisoner, And she darna take ye hame.'— XXXI The boy stared wild like a gray goss-hawk; Says—'What may a' this mean?'— 'My boy, ye are King Honour's son, And your mother's our lawful Queen.'— XXXII 'O gin I be King Honour's son, By Our Ladye I swear, This night I will that traitor slay, And relieve my mother dear!'— XXXIII He has set his bent bow to his breast, And leaped the castell wa'; And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage, Wha loud for help 'gan ca'. XXXIV 'O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage, Frae me ye shanna flee!'— Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart, And set his mother free. XXXV And he has rewarded Wise William Wi' the best half of his land; And sae has he the turtle dow, Wi' the truth o' his right hand. GLOSS: kevils] lots. do] dove. lay gowd] embroider in gold. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 03 Oct 04 - 11:52 AM Quiller-Couch quoted the text from Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. Scott had polished up the set sung by Anna Brown, which Child gives as his example A (Alexander Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., No. 3), commenting "A was printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, II, 73, 1802, 'chiefly' from Mrs Brown's MS.; in fact, with not quite forty petty alterations." Many of Mrs Brown's tunes were noted, but this one appears to be lost. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brian Peters' False Foudrage (Child #89) From: Roberto Date: 04 Oct 04 - 01:03 PM Joe Offer calls for more versions of this ballad. A good recording is the one by CHRIS COE. I'll try to get that text as soon as possible, but if somebody has it, I'd ask them to post it. Thanks. R |
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