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24 Sep 18 - 12:12 PM (#3952512) Subject: Tune Req: Pyecombe Crook From: GUEST,Xithi Hi all, According to the Wikipedia article for the Pycombe Crook (a type of shepherd's crook), the crook itself is immortalised in song, with the following lyrics: Hefty of arm he hammered it out, in clangour of forge and flame of fire; Red it rolled on the anvil's bosom, Bent and bowed to the smith's desire; He laughed as he lifted it, laughed and sang The song that is older than ink or pen: "O well I know, Who knows no book, Where'er you go Is never a crook, Can better the crooks of the Pyecombe forge, The crooks of the Pyecombe men." Does anybody know the tune? Can't find it anywhere. Thanks Max |
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25 Sep 18 - 09:02 AM (#3952711) Subject: RE: Tune Req: Pyecombe Crook From: Vic Smith A friend of mine, the late Sean Black was the last man to work the Pyecombe forge. It closed down after his death around 1980. Are you sure that it is a song? Those words read more like a poem than song lyrics. |
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25 Sep 18 - 04:22 PM (#3952804) Subject: RE: Tune Req: Pyecombe Crook From: FreddyHeadey Here's the Wiki https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyecombe_hook And here's the rest from the newspaper\magazine. https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0001920/19250725/258/0023 Worthing Herald Saturday 25th July 1925 p3 THE PYECOMBE CROOK - C. S. Holder Hefty of arm he hammered it out, in clangour of forge and flame of fire; Red it rolled on the anvil's bosom, Bent and bowed to the smith's desire; He laughed as he lifted it, laughed and sang The song that is older than ink or pen:-- "O well I know, Who knows no book, Where'er you go Is never a crook, Can better the crooks of the Pyecombe forge, The crooks of the Pyecombe men." Lone on the hill the old shepherd stands, In mist of the sea and rising morn; Feeds his flock on the thymy Downland; Bears his crook as a sceptre born. He laughs as he handles it, laughs and sings, The song that is older than ink or pen : -- "O well I chose, When this I took, The world all knows, There's never a crook Can better the crooks of the Pyecombe forge, The crooks of the Pyecombe men." White from the weald, the Downlands rise, In wave upon wave by combe and dean, White the flocks on the hills all feeding, Follow the crook to pastures green. Then laugh as you tell of it, laugh and sing, The song that is older than ink or pen :-- "The folds all know That seaward look Where'er you go There's never a crook Can better the crooks of the Pyecombe forge, The crooks of the Pyecombe men." |
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26 Sep 18 - 10:13 AM (#3952942) Subject: RE: Tune Req: Pyecombe Crook From: GUEST,Xithi Vic, that's fascinating - do you think his family might know the tune? If there is a tune, I mean. |