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Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber

12 Jan 00 - 03:16 PM (#161759)
Subject: A Maid Went to Comber
From: peg

I may have the spelling of the place name incorrect.

I have heard this song on A Celtic Sojourn a couple times; a guy whose last name is Corcoran sings it.

The chorus goes: Sit down beside me, I mean you no harm Sit down beside me this new tune to learn Here are three guineas your mammy to pay etc.

anyone know it? I am trying to find out the name of the CD, too, but I don't know that it contains lyrics...

thanks!


12 Jan 00 - 03:28 PM (#161763)
Subject: Lyr Add: MAID GOING TO COMBER (NEXT MARKET DAY)^^
From: MMario

I know this as "Next Market Day" and have heard it with several different locales.

A maid went to London her market to learn
and to sell for her mama three hanks of fine yarn
She met a young man, on the Queen's own highway
and this caused our damsel to dally and stray

chorus:
Sit down beside me, I mean you no harm
Sit down beside me this new tune to learn
Here are three guineas your momma to pay
Stay by my side 'till the next market day

So she sat down beside him, the grass was so green
The day was the fairest that she'd ever seen
The look in her eyes, beat the morning in may
and she'd stay by his side 'till the next market day

chorus:

And as she went home, sure the words that he said
and the tune that he'd learned her still spun in her head
she'll search for that laddie by night and by day
'Til she's learned her the words to the Next market Day

chorus:

MMario


12 Jan 00 - 03:30 PM (#161764)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

It's one from the McPeake's and is a version of the 17th century "The Comber's Whistle", a reworked version of the 16th century "The Carman's Whistle". The prototype seems to have been "Maulkin was a country maid". See relevant texts of all in the Scarce Songs 1 file on my website. www.erols.com/olsonw


12 Jan 00 - 03:33 PM (#161766)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: MMario

and there's another thread about it here

url:http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=9387#60622


12 Jan 00 - 03:39 PM (#161768)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: MMario

thanks bruce. someday I am actually going to go out and read through the stuff on your site instead of just making notes about - "see Bruce's site"

incredible amount of work you have done...


12 Jan 00 - 03:54 PM (#161774)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

Thanks MMario. Maybe you can tell me where "The Next Market day" day came from. Herbert Hughes gave a version only slightly different than the one you give in his 1st volume of 'Irish Country Songs'. Is that where all Irish texts spring from?


12 Jan 00 - 03:56 PM (#161777)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: MMario

Bruce, I cannot tell a lie.....I got it from a group at ren-faire...and godonlyknows where they got it from. someday I hope to move back into an area where I can do research again.....


12 Jan 00 - 04:53 PM (#161799)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: John Moulden

This is a song which has an almost fixed form in Ireland and a "status," like that of "She moved through the fair" and "The stuttering Lovers" ( among others) which tends towards the "classical art song" For this reason I tend to believe that its recent transmissional history in Ireland started with the Herbert Hughes version mentioned by Bruce.

I have a xerox of a longer than usual text which I copied from a xerox bound in with the copy in the Linenhall Library in Belfast, of the index of the Sam Henry collection which was prepared by Seán O'Boyle for the BBC. I've hitherto thought it was an extension made by a latter-day versifier but, to sustain this opinion must look at the versions mentioned by Bruce. (I'll confirm whether I was right or wrong in a later message.)

The locale is equivocal; Comber, County Down is the choice of most people but there is a Parish in Co (London)Derry called Cumber Claudy which is locally known as Comber.

Of course, Bruce's derivation indicates that the word "comber" in the song has been subjected to a metamorphosis from occupation to location.


12 Jan 00 - 05:18 PM (#161815)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: peg

thanks everyone! I look forward to checking out that site of yours, Bruce...

best to you all

peg


12 Jan 00 - 05:31 PM (#161820)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

John, if you haven't checked out Hughes' "The Stuttering Lovers" on my website, do so, and see the marvelous difference in Hughes' text from the 17th century one (Scarce Songs 1).


13 Jan 00 - 07:40 AM (#162113)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: John Moulden

Thank you Bruce, I'll do that.

I have now checked on "The Comber's Whistle" and my opinion of the text I mention above remains unchanged. I'll transcribe and post it as soon as I can find a moment.


13 Jan 00 - 11:44 AM (#162197)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE NEXT MARKET DAY
From: Alice

In Irish Country Songs Vol I collected and arranged by Herbert Hughes (1909) the notes on THE NEXT MARKET DAY are that it is a fragment of a Tyrone ballad that is adapted and sung to an Ulster melody.

THE NEXT MARKET DAY

A maid goin' to Comber her markets to larn
To sell for her mammy three hanks o' fine yarn
She met with a young man along the highway
Which caused the young damsel to dally and stray.

Sit ye beside me, I mean ye no harm,
Sit ye beside me, this new tune to larn,
Here is three guineas your mammy to pay,
So lay by your yarn til the next market day.

They sat down together, the grass it was green,
And the day was the fairest that ever was seen,
Oh, the look in your eyes beat a mornin' o' May,
I could sit by your side til the next market day.

This young maid went home and the words that he said,
And the air that he played her still rang in her head,
She says I'll go find him by land or by sea,
Til he larns me that tune called "The next market day".

Hughes writes "Except where otherwise stated, all the songs in this volume may be considered traditional. As far as I could, I have avoided editing these rather fragmentary ballads; they are, I think, far better in their crude, unpolished state.... "

alice


13 Jan 00 - 12:04 PM (#162201)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Alice

John and Bruce, btw, thank you for sharing your deeper understanding of these songs with those of us who know only 'fragments' of information such as a recording or one mention in a book (such as Hughes).

alice


13 Jan 00 - 01:36 PM (#162242)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: peg

wow; Bruce what a great site! Can't wait to explore all those links. Thnaks for such great work.

When I heard the afore-mentioned song on the radio, it sounded like the chorus ended with: "here are three guineas your mammy to pay, and hang (hand?) by your yarns til the next market day.."

I could be wrong about that. But all these mutations of the lyrics are no less than fascinating, anyway...

I especially like the ambiguity of "comber" referring to either a locale, or maybe to the combing acivity of a yarn spinner or a weaver...

cheers,

peg


13 Jan 00 - 02:56 PM (#162274)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Neil Comer

Just as a matter of interest, Comber means Cummar- a confluence in a river- which applies to Comber in Down and Derry. I have only heard the song under the name 'Next Market Day,' as sang bt Oisín.


13 Jan 00 - 03:25 PM (#162285)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

Neil, The OED doesn't agree with your definition of comber. 1: one who combs; 2: name of two fishes found off the English coast [and that's all].


13 Jan 00 - 03:30 PM (#162287)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Neil Comer

Bruce, Most placenames in Ireland have their origins in Irish, and The Placenames Dept. of Queen's University states that Comber ( Down/Derry) is an English spelling of Cummar- ie Confluence. The word Cumar/Cummar in Irish definitely means a confluence. By the way, my surname has nothing to do with this- as it is a bad translation of Ó Ciaráin ( the original Irish version) which should mean 'black-haired one' Ciar means black and, but cíor means comb- hence the confusion.


13 Jan 00 - 03:44 PM (#162292)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE NEXT MARKET DAY
From: John Moulden

Alice's posting the Herbert Hughes text allows me to add the following - numbering the Hughes stanzas 2, 3, 6, 7 - from the Xerox I mention above. I am still of the opinion that these additional verses post-date the Hughes version and are the work of an imitator rather than of someone who sang traditional songs - the words are just a little contrived and consciously archaic or countrified. Make of it what you will.

1
Come all ye good people and listen to me
I'll sing you a song of a strange history,
But I hardly need say that the song I have made
Is a bit of a discourse 'tween a man and a maid.

4
Oh, says she, I have tunes and enough for to do,
And my mother has warned me 'gainst strangers like you,
My mother has warned me, and her I must heed,
And besides I've my markets to make with all speed.

5
Oh your markets can wait and the day it is young,
And the tune I will teach you is easily sung!
'Tis you are the coaxer, one moment I'll stay,
I'm longing to learn it, "The next Market Day.”

I have heard the first of these sung, on a Folkways LP, by Dick Cameron, who died a couple of years ago in Dublin, but neither of the others has felt singer's breath in my hearing.

It is interesting to compare the presumably traditional verse in Hughes with these and with the Comber's Whistle. The four traditional verses fit in with the Comber's Whistle - 30 years ago, long before I knew of the Comber's Whistle's existence, I initiated a discussion with Bert Lloyd over the likelihood that song was an extended seduction metaphor. Linking "yarn" with "little ball of yarn," the learning of tunes, with Johnny who took out his fiddle or played upon his pipes, and, I ask, what "Market" was she learning, and why was she paid?

It all seemed a little far-fetched and conjectural at the time so I'm feeling justified.

One of the reasons for supposing that the additional verses are the work of a formally educated hand is that they move it into the realm of innocent discussion rather than vigorous dalliance; ordinary people would have been more aware.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 21-Apr-02.


13 Jan 00 - 09:36 PM (#162494)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Alice

Is there anything to add about Hughes' mention that it was a fragment of a ballad from Tyrone?


13 Jan 00 - 09:43 PM (#162496)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

Those that wish to believe so can. But after seeing what he did to "The Stuttering Lovers", I find it hard to give such statements from him much credence.


13 Jan 00 - 10:34 PM (#162516)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: Bruce O.

Another tidbit. Those who haven't visted "The Stuttering Lovers" on my website may be amused to learn that it was copyrighted in the United States of America on Aug. 17, 1906.


06 Oct 00 - 05:43 PM (#313771)
Subject: Chords Add: MAID GOING TO COMBER (NEXT MARKET DAY)
From: Áine

Dear Robin,

Here are the guitar chords to the first verse and chorus of the version that I know. I got this from fellow Mudcatter, Den (thanks again, Den, if you're reading this!):

(Em)Oh a maid going to (D)Comber
Her (Bm)markets to (Em)learn
To (G)earn for her (D)mammie
Three (C)hanks of fine (Em)yarn
She (G)met with a (D)young man
(C)Along the (Em)highway
Which caused this young (D)damsel
(Bm)dally and (Em)stray

Chorus:

(Em)Sit down (D)beside me
I (Bm)mean you no (Em)harm
(G)Sit down (D)beside me
this (C)new tune to (Em)learn
(G)Here is three (D)guineas
your (C)Mammie to (Em)pay
So lay by your (D)yarn
Till the (Bm)next market (Em)day

I hope that helps. And great good luck to you with the bazouki.

-- Áine


06 Oct 00 - 06:24 PM (#313788)
Subject: Lyr Add: A MAID GOING TO COMBER (NEXT MARKET DAY^^
From: Joe Offer

This is what I plan to submit to the database. Any corrections?
-Joe-
A MAID GOING TO COMBER (NEXT MARKET DAY)

A Maid Going to Comber
Her markets to learn [pronounced 'tae larn']
And to sell for her mammy three hanks of fine yarn.
She met with this young man along the highway
Who caused this young damsel to dally and stray.

CHORUS -
Come sit ye down by me, I'll do ye no harm,
Sit ye down by me, this new tune to learn,
And here is three guineas your mammy to pay,
Come leave by your yarn till the next market day.

They sat down together, the grass it was green
And the day was the fairest that ever you've seen
"Oh, the look in your eye beats a morning in May,**
I could sit by your side till the next market day."

This maid she went home, but the words that he said,
And the song that he sang, it still ran in her head.
She said, "I'll go find him by land or by sea,['say']
Till he learns me the tune called 'The Next Market Day"

** alternate: Sure, the look in your eye would lead young girls (or angels) astray

Alternate title: A MAID WENT TO COMBER

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Here's the Traditional Ballad Index entry for this song:

Next Market Day, The

DESCRIPTION: Woman going to the market meets a man. He gives her three guineas to pay for the yarn, that he might play her a new tune.She goes home with the tune in her head. She will seek him "by land or by sea/Till he larns me that tune called the next market day"
AUTHOR: unknown
EARLIEST DATE:
LONG DESCRIPTION: Young woman going to the market at Comber, with three hanks of yarn to sell for her mother, meets a young man (apparently a musician), and dallies. He gives her three guineas to pay her mother for the yarn, that he might play her a new tune. They sit together; they gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, and she goes home with the tune in her head. She vows to seek him "by land or by sea/Till he larns me that tune called the next market day"
KEYWORDS: courting love sex commerce music
FOUND IN:
REFERENCES (1 citation):
Silber-FSWB, p. 158 "The Next Market Day" (1 text)
Roud #6547
RECORDINGS:
Seamus O'Doherty, "The Next Market Day" (Columbia 33289-F, n.d.)
CROSS-REFERENCES:
cf. "The Stonecutter Boy" (plot)
cf. "The Haselbury Girl (The Maid of Tottenham, The Aylesbury Girl)" (plot)
cf. "The Mower" (plot)
cf. "The Wanton Seed"
File: FSWB158B

Go to the Ballad Search form
Go to the Ballad Index Instructions

The Ballad Index Copyright 2004 by Robert B. Waltz and David G. Engle.


16 Jan 05 - 02:37 PM (#1380001)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: GUEST,peter, holland

The song called 'the next market day'is also found on a cd from 'the lonely stranded band, starring Charly Piggott and Joe Corcoran performing the lyric 'the next market day'.

seeyou
pjh jansen
holland


16 Jan 05 - 03:02 PM (#1380014)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: ard mhacha

John McCormack recorded The next market day in 1920, the song is included on an LP of John McCormack on John McCormack Rarities.


17 Jan 05 - 03:52 AM (#1380342)
Subject: Index: Jerry Silverman's Folk Song Encyclopedia
From: GUEST,John in Brisbane

Not sure whether the dots are included but available in:

Title: Jerry Silverman's Folk Song Encyclopedia [music] : volume 1. / edited and designed by Beverly Tillett         
Publication:        New York : Chappell Music, c1975         
Description:        1 score (431 p.) ; 30 cm         
Other title:        Folk song encyclopedia         
Notes:        On cover: 'With over 1,000 favorite songs arranged for voice and guitar'.
In 2 volumes.         
Subject(s):        Popular music
Folk music--North America
Folk music--England
Folk songs, English         
Other Author(s):        Tillett, Beverly
Silverman, Jerry         
Song Titles Included:
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    A tisket, a tasket
    The lumberman in town
    Turkey in the straw
    Old King Cole
    The jug of punch
    Hello girls
    Uncle Joe
    Cotton-eyed Joe
    Liza in the summertime
    Fly around my pretty little Miss
    Buffalo boy
    Polly wolly doodle
    Oh Susanna
    Sally Goodwin
    Whoa buck
    Drink it down
    The Cumberland Mountains deer chase
    Turn the glasses over
    Weel may the keel row
    Old Dan Tucker
    Landlord fill the flowing bowl
    Jubilee
    Bile them cabbage down
    Everybody loves Saturday night
    Weev'ly wheat
    Goin' down to town
    Old Aunt Kate
    I've been working on the railroad
    Rock about my Saro Jane
    Sourwood mountains
    Love somebody, yes I do
    Old gray mare
    Old Abe Lincoln came out of the wilderness
    Johnson boys
    Rig a jig jig
    Pop goes the weasel
    Liza Jane
    Li'l Liza Jane
    The Blantyre explosion
    Miner's farewell
    Let us all speak our minds
    Bread and roses
    Jarama Valley
    Hallelujah I'm a bum
    Winning the vote
    Kevin Barry
    Freedom is a constant struggle
    The rising of the moon
    Down, down, Derry down
    The coal owner and the pitman's wife
    Johnson's motor care
    Guardian beauty contest
    Wearing ot the green
    Miner's lifeguard
    The rebel girl
    Union train
    The soldier and the sailor
    The tramp
    Mister Block
    Soup song
    I'm a girl of constant sorrow
    Many thousands gone
    World youth song
    The patriot mother
    The factory girl
    We shall not be moved
    The popular Wobbly
    Cotton mill girls
    The Patriot game
    Miner's doom
    The bold Fenian men
    Raise a rukus tonight
    The mill mother's lament
    Easter rebellion song
    Woke up this morning
    Whirlwinds of danger
    Hans Beimler
    Poisoning the students' minds
    The preacher and the slave
    There is power
    Commonwealth of toil
    The Commissioner's report
    Chester
    Four pence a day
    Roll the union on
    Shtil de nacht
    Hold the fort
    Keep woman in her sphere
    Stung right
    Money is king
    We are soldiers in the army
    Solidarity forever
    United front
    The old orange flute
    Roddy McCorley


17 Jan 05 - 05:03 AM (#1380379)
Subject: Lyr Add: A MAID WENT TO COMBER
From: GUEST,pjh jansen

Charlie Piggot, Miriam Collins and Joe Corcoran: The Lonely Stranded Band.
THE NEXT MARKET DAY is actually called A MAID WENT TO COMBER.
Joe Corcoran also performs THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY.

A maid went to Comber her markets to larn
To sell for her mammy three haks o' fine yarn.
She met the young man along the highway
Which caused this young lady the rambling stray.

CHORUS: Sit down beside me. I mean you no harm.
Sit down beside me this new tune to larn.
Here is three guineas your mammy to pay,
So hang by your yarns till the next market day.

They sat down together. The grass was so green,
And the day was the fairest that ever was seen.
By the look your eyes would leave angels to stray
And I could lay in your arms till the next market day. CHORUS

This garl she went on and the words that he said,
And the air that he blazed rings round in my head,
And I will go find him by land or by sea
Till he learns me the tune called The Next Market Day. CHORUS

I had this wonderful CD in my collection. I bought it straight from Charlie when he visited Breda in a local pub called 'Biermuseum'
I think it was winter some eight years ago.
Two removals ago I could have give the reader numbers or labels of the mentioned.

Cy
Peter


17 Jan 05 - 04:58 PM (#1380867)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: GUEST,jansen holland

gotcha!

MOC music 1996
Clo Iar-Chonnachta
Indreabhan, Co na Gaillimhe, Eire

telephone + 353-91-593307

Or telephone ireland : +353-91-37499

'traditional Irish music and song from Charlie piggott, Miriam Collins and Joe Corcoran.

1. Jigs ; the fari hared boy, scatter the mud
2. reels : Larry's favourite, John Naughtons reel
3. song: : the wind that shakes the barley
4. Hornpipes : the girl with the golden tresses, the stranger
5. jigs : the trip to Bantry, staia Donnely
6. song : a maid went to Comber
7. jigs : the maid on the green, the cow that ate the blanket
8. jigs : collin's jijg Pat McMahon's jig, the haunted house
10. song: come on the stairs
11. s air, reel : Abha an tSulain, the sailors cravat, lady Gordon
12. song The rocks of Bawn
13. jigs : the hole in the boat, The lake shore.


The inner sleeve : ( thanks to Jackie Small and Tom Munnely ( MOC music Ireland)
Song : A maid went to Comber ( trad. arr. Corcoran) MOC music

"this beautiful song of romance ( also called the next market day or sit down beside me)was popularised by in the 1930's by Belfast -born tenor Richard hayward, Joe Corcoran learnt it from the Dublin band Oisin in the 1970's and it's been ringing round his head ever since"

the number of the cd is CICD 116
MOC Music ireland, 1996.

that's all, mysterie solved. another box removal emptied.

cy peter.


18 Jan 05 - 01:22 PM (#1381436)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: ard mhacha

Cy Peter as you can see from my previous reply, John McCormack`s recording in 1920 was well ahead of Richard Hayward.


18 Jan 05 - 01:37 PM (#1381451)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: ard mhacha

I forgot to add, The next market day was a favourite of the Northern Ireland Light Orchestra in their programme of Irish Rhythms, away back in thos old wireless days of the 1940s.


19 Jan 05 - 01:34 AM (#1382018)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: GUEST

dear ard mhacha

I only replied on the message of peg in which she asked for a link 'to a guy with the name of corcoran who sang "the next marktet day'
Nevertheless : interesting how many people actually know what's going on in irish-music-wonderland.
Thank you for the link-up to former days in Irish Music

seeyou
Peter


10 Jun 09 - 06:42 PM (#2653543)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Maid Went to Comber
From: GUEST,Dusty

This is what i came up with chord wise for this song


(Am)A maid went to (Em)Comber her (G)markets to (Am)larn
To sell for her (C)mammy three (G)haks o' fine (Em)yarn.
She (Am)met the (Em)young man a(G)long the high(Em)way
(Am)Which caused this young (G)lady to (Em)tarry and (Am)stray..

CHORUS: Sit down beside me. I mean you no harm.
Sit down beside me this new tune to larn.
Here is three guineas your mammy to pay,
So hang by your yarns till the next market day.