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Lyr Add: Scotland Man (Child #68, from G Landers) DigiTrad: FALSE LADY FALSE TRUE LOVE THE LORD OF SCOTLAND YOUNG HUNTING YOUNG HUNTING 2 YOUNG REDIN Related threads: Line from 'Henry Lee' (Young Hunting) (62) Lyr Req: jimmie tarlton's lowe bonnie (child #68) (14) Child 68 Field Recording with bugle horn (25) Young Hunting by Tony Rose (5) Review: Did Young Hunting have it coming? (26) Lyr Req: Love Henry (#68, Hedy West) (11) Lyr Req: Proud Girl #68 (Frankie Armstrong) (8) Lyr Req: Young Hunting #68 (Sheila Kay Adams) (4) (origins) Origins: Looking for some Love Henry answers (4) Lyr Req: Young Hunting (16) Lyr Add: Young Hunting (13) Tune Req: Young Redin (12)
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Subject: Lyr Add: SCOTLAND MAN (Child #68, from G Landers) From: Roberto Date: 08 Dec 05 - 02:04 PM THE SCOTLAND MAN - sung by George Landers, Marshall, N.C., on High Atmosphere (Rounder) and Dark Holler (Folkways). It is a version of Child n°68 (Young Hunting). Very difficult to me. I've written what I can get, but there are much more "s" sounding small words here and there (says? said?) and I'm not sure of too many lines to put question marks on some specific one. Please, someone who can listen to this recording, help me correct this transcription. Thank you. R Come in, come in, my own true love And stay all the night with me For I have a bed and a very fine bed I'll give it up to thee, thee I'll give it up to you I can't come in, I ain't a-coming in To stay all the night with you For I have a wife in Old Scotland This night she weeps for me, -e This night she weeps for me She drew her little penknife She pressed it through his heart She cried out with her low, low voice: There's a dead man in my house, house There's a dead man in my house She picked him up by the middle very small She picked him up by his feet She tossed him in a deep dry well Just about eighteen feet, feet Just about eighteen feet She was headin' in her ... little door Thinking on what she had done She saw a pretty little bird All on the leaves so green, green All on the leaves so green Come here, come here, my pretty little bird And perch all on my thumb I have a cage and a very fine cage I will give it up to thee, thee I will give it up to you I can't come down, no I ain't a-coming there To perch – said - all on your thumb For you'd rob me of my tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If I had my bow and arrow My arrow and my string I'd shoot you right to your tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If you had your bow and arrow Your arrow and your string I'd fly away to the heaven so high I'd never be seen any more, more I'd never be seen any more |
Subject: Lyr Add: YOUNG HUNTING (Child #68, from S K Adams) From: Susan of DT Date: 08 Dec 05 - 05:44 PM Roberto Here is Sheila kay Adams version, that sounds similar, that I have ready for the next edition of the DT: YOUNG HUNTING Come in, come in, my old true love And spend this night with me For I have a bed, it's a very fine bed I'll give it up for thee, thee I'll give it up for thee It's I can't come in, no, I ain't comin' in To spend this night with thee For I have a wife in the Old Scotland This night she waits for me, me This night she waits for me It's she drawed out her little penknife It a-being both keen and sharp She step-ped up to her own true love And stabbed him through his heart, heart She stabbed him through his heart Woe be, woe be, Lady Margaret – he cried Woe be, woe be to thee For there ain't no wife in the whole country That I loved any better than thee, thee That I loved any better than thee Be still, be still, my old true love One hour or two or three And I will send for a doctor near To save the life of thee, thee To save the life of thee It's I can't live, nor I won't live From the wound you've given me No doctor's hand, only God's own hand Could save my life for me, me Could save my life for me It's she cried out to a servant maid: This thing I promise thee If you'll help me on this dark night My gown I'll give to thee, thee My gown I'll give to thee It's she took a-hold of his long yellow hair And the other took up his feet The throwed him into the old dry-well Which was so cold and deep, deep Which was so cold and deep Lay there, lay there, my own false love Till the flesh rots off'n your bones And the little ol' wife in the Old Scotland Shall mourn for your return, -turn Shall mourn for your return Up spoke, up spoke a pretty little bird All from the willow tree There weren't no girl in the Old Scotland That he loved any better than thee, thee That he loved any better than thee Fly down, fly down, my pretty little dove And perch upon my knee I'll give you a cage of the purest gold Sure beats that willow tree, tree Sure beats that willow tree I won't come down, no, I ain't comin' down To perch upon thy knee For you just murdered your own true love The same you'd serve to me, me The same you'd serve to me It's I'll go and get my arrow and my bow My arrow and my string An' I'll shoot you through your tender little heart You never more shall sing, sing You never more shall sing While you go to get your arrow and your bow Your arrow and your string I'll fly away on my two little wings Forever more I'll sing, sing Forever more I'll sing transcribed from Sheila Kay Adams My Dearest Dear CD, which was issued in 2000 Notes say these lyrics are taken from Sharp's English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians An accompanied version appears on the 2004 CD, All the Other Fine Things, by Shela Kay Adams. On this version, the wording is a bit different and Sheila Kay leaves off the last five verses. Child #68 @murder @talkbird filename[ YNGHUNT6 JO |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Landers' The Scotland Man #68 From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 09 Dec 05 - 03:44 AM That text appears to be a collation made from parts of several of those published by Sharp. Whose tune was used? He printed fourteen. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Landers' The Scotland Man #68 From: Roberto Date: 24 Dec 05 - 11:25 AM Few steps forward. The main problem pointed out with a question mark. Please, someome who can listen to the recording, on Dark Holler (Smithsonian Folkways) or on High Atmosphere (Rounder)! Come in, come in, my own true love And stay all the night with me For I have a bed and a very fine bed I'll give it up to thee, thee I'll give it up to you I can't come in, I ain't a-coming in To stay all the night with you For I have a wife in the Old Scotland This night she weeps for me, -e This night she weeps for me It's out she drew her little penknife She pressed it through his heart She cried out with her low, low voice: There's a dead man in my house, house There's a dead man in my house She picked him up by the middle very small She picked him up by his feet She tossed him in a deep dry well Just about eighteen feet, feet Just about eighteen feet She was headin' in her poor (?) little door Thinking on what she had done She saw a pretty little bird All among the leaves so green, green All among the leaves so green Come here, come here, my pretty little bird And perch all on my thumb I have a cage and a very fine cage I will give it up to thee, thee I will give it up to you I can't come down, no I ain't a-coming there To perch – said - all on your thumb For you'd rob me of my tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If I had my bow and arrow My arrow and my string I'd shoot you right to your tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If you had your bow and arrow Your arrow and your string I'd fly away to the heaven so high I'd never be seen any more, more I'd never be seen any more |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Landers' The Scotland Man #68 From: GUEST Date: 22 Apr 19 - 12:57 AM Roberto--this is what I hear when I listen to the High Atmosphere recording (my additions in parentheses): Come in, come in, my own true love And stay all the night with me For I have a bed and a very fine bed I'll give it up to thee, thee I'll give it up to you I can't come in, I (h)ain't a-coming in To stay all the night with you For I have a wife in Old Scotland This night she weeps for me, -e This night she weeps for me She (so she) drew her little penknife She pressed (pierced) it through his heart She cried out with her low, low (loud, loud) voice: There's a dead man in my house, house There's a dead man in my house She picked him up by the middle very small She picked him up by his feet She tossed him (over) in a deep dry well Just about eighteen feet, feet Just about eighteen feet She was headin' in her ... (sittin' in her poor ) little door Thinking on what she had done She saw a pretty little bird All on the leaves so green, green All on the leaves so green Come here, come here, my pretty little bird And perch all on my thumb (It's) I have a cage and a very fine cage I will give it up to thee, thee I will give it up to you I can't come down, no I (h)ain't a-coming there To perch – said -(perched) all on your thumb (Cause I'm afraid) For you'd rob me of my tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If I had my bow and arrow My arrow and my string (It's) I'd shoot you right to your (the) tender little heart Just like the Scotland man, man Just like the Scotland man If you had your bow and arrow Your arrow and your string (It's) I'd fly away to - heaven so high I'd never be seen any more, more I'd never (ne'er) be seen any more |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Scotland Man (Child #68, from G Landers) From: GUEST,Old Spooky Pete Date: 21 Mar 24 - 05:58 PM It appears to me to be “parlor door.” |
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