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Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 DigiTrad: JOHNNY OF BRAIDESLEY Related threads: (origins) Lyr Add: Johnny of Brady's Lee (16) Planxty's Johnny of Brady's Lea (15) Lyr Req: Johnny o' Breadislea (#114, from JSD Band (6) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Susan of DT Date: 27 Dec 05 - 09:30 AM And here is Norman Kennedy's version of Jeannie Robertson's version:^^ JOHNNY THE BRINE Johnny raised one May morning Called watter tae wash his hands Crying gae loose tae me my twa greyhounds They lie bound in iron bands, bands They lie bound in iron bands His auld mither she rung her hands - Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang It is for the sake o' the venison Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang, gang Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang But he's gane up through Monymusk And doon and through some scrogs And there he spied a dun deer leap She was lying in a bush o sprogs, sprogs She was lying in a bush o sprogs Noo the first arrow he fired at her It struck her on the side And a'tween the water and the wids His greyhounds laid her pride, pride His greyhounds laid her pride Noo Johnny and his twa greyhounds Drank sae muckle o' the blood That Johnny an his twa greyhounds They fell sleeping in the wids, wids They fell sleeping in the wids Noo by came a silly auld man And an ill death may he dee For there he spied young Johnny the Brine Lying sleeping aneath the tree, tree Lying sleeping aneath the tree He;s gane and telt the first forrester And he telt what he did see, see And he telt what he did see If that is young Johnny the Brine Ye'd best leave him a -be, a-be Ye'd best leave him a -be He went up and telt the seventh forester He was Johnny's sister's son - Gin yon be young Johnny the Brine Tae the green wids we will gang, gang Tae the green wids we will gang Noo the first aye arrow they fired at him It struck him on the feet And the neist aye arrow they fired at him For his hert's blude blint his ee, ee For his hert's blude blint his ee Well Johnny rose up wi' a angry roar For an angry man was he - I'll kill a' you six foresters And brak the seventh ane's back in three, three And brak the seventh ane's back in three He set his fit upon a stane And his back against a tree An he's kilt a' the six foresters And broke the seventh one's back in three, three He broke the seventh one's back in three He's broken his back in three And he broke his collar-bone An he tied his body on his grey mare's back For to carry the tidings home, home For to carry the tidings home Noo Johnny gaed ben tae a brook And his gude greyhounds are gane And his body lies in Monymusk And his hunting days are dane, dane And his hunting days are dane. Norman Kennedy's version of Jeannie Robertson's version @hunting @poaching @outlaw Child #114 filename[ BRAIDSL3 SOF |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Susan of DT Date: 24 Dec 05 - 01:43 PM Roberto - Sorry to be so long getting back to you. As usual, you have done a fine job in transcribing the words. In the third verse, I don't think that is field. It soulnds more like bed. In the seventh verse, it seems to be leave him be, rather than let him be all over the verse. In the last verse, Johnny HE broke his back in three |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Susan of DT Date: 12 Dec 05 - 06:42 PM I'll go listen to the LP. I tried Norman Kennedy, which I have on my music library on the computer, who I know learned many songs from Jeannie. It is clearly the same version, but not identical. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Roberto Date: 12 Dec 05 - 07:51 AM Thank you. As for "brine" or "brime", I've taken the spelling ("brine") from the title on the lp. R |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 11 Dec 05 - 04:26 PM Given that there's no standard spelling system for the dialect, it seems accurate enough. Porter & Gower have "brime", though, which I'd think is closer. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Bill D Date: 11 Dec 05 - 11:51 AM I don't have that one by Jeannie, though I'd sure like to! But I see nothing in those lyrics that looks wrong or out of place. It follows other versions and seems to be transcribed accurately. |
Subject: Lyr Req: J. Robertson's Johnny the Brine #114 From: Roberto Date: 11 Dec 05 - 07:17 AM Please, a check to this transcription. I didn't know Jeannie Robertson had recorded this ballad, until I found this lp. R Johnny the Brine ^^ Jeannie Robertson, The World's Greatest Folksinger, Prestige/International 13006 Johnny he raised one May morning Called watter tae wash his hands Roaring - Bring tae me my twa greyhounds That are bound in iron bands, bands That are bound in iron bands His auld wife she rung her hands - Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang For the sake o the venison Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang, gang Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang But Johnny went up through Monymusk And doon and through some scrogs And it was there he spied a dun deer leap She was lying in a field o sprogs, sprogs She was lying in a field o sprogs The first arrow he fired at her He wounded her on the side And between the water and the wids For his groundhounds laid her pride, pride For his groundhounds laid her pride Johnny and his twa greyhounds Drank sae muckle o her blood That Johnny an his twa greyhounds Fell a-sleeping in the wids, wids Fell a-sleeping in the wids By came a silly auld man And an ill death may he dee He went up and telt the first forrester And he telt what he did see, see And he telt what he did see If that be the young Johnny the Brine Ye'd better let him a-be If that is young Johnny the Brine Ye'd better let him a -be, a-be Ye'd better let him a -be He went up and telt the seventh forester He was Johnny' sister's son - If that be young Johnny the Brine Tae the green wids we will gang, gang Tae the green wids we will gang The first arrow they fired at him They wounded him on the feet And the second arrow they fired at him For his hert's blude blint his ee, ee For his hert's blude blint his ee But Johnny rose up wi a angry growl For a angry man was he - I will kill a' you six foresters And brak the seventh one's back in three, three And brak the seventh one's back in three He placed his fit upon a stone And his back against a tree An he kilt a' the six foresters And broke the seventh one's back in three, three And broke the seventh one's back in three Johnny broke his back in three And he broke his collar-bone An he tied him on his grey mare's back For to carry the tidings home, home For to carry the tidings home |
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