POSTSCRIPT
The varied songs which are here associated with George
Edwards reflect the many influences in his life. His family's
role is reflected in George's religious songs, his rare music,
both songs and tunes, and certain broadsides, as well as in
the particular songs written by his parents. The immediate
area in which he lived can be seen in his local songs, dance
calls, and lumbering songs. Influences from other areas are
reflected in George's lyrical songs, both American and British
broadside ballads, popular music and the music hall songs
which he knew.
Comedy and tragedy were both a part of the life and the
music of George Edwards. The geographical, social and educa-
tional restrictions of his experience were offset by the riche
ness of Edwards' musical repertory and by his personal strength
in meeting hard times with warmth and humor. Despite a life
that was hard and a body which became weak and limiting as he
grew older, George's musical heritage remained strong and
lively to the end.
186
Figure 18 George Edwards in People's
Festival in a People's War. 1942
In this thesis I have discussed to some degree the geogra-
phical, historical and social environment in which George Edwards
lived, his family and way of life, something of his personality,
his musical tradition and experiences. There is much more to be
187
studied relating to this subject, and there are may people
willing to pass on this knowledge. One basic need is for a
modern history of Sullivan County; nearly a century has elapsed
since the publication of Quinlan's History of Sullivan County.
Even if modern historical methods could contribute nothing to
this study, the mere compilation of events would be long over-
due e
In addition to further biographical study of George Edwards,
interesting and valuable knowledge should be sought about both
the sources and the influence of his music. More work should be
done in attempting to determine printed sources of his songs.
Other members of the Edwards clan should be located and inter
viewed; Frank and Jim Edwards were mentioned to me, but in this
connection I think especially of the Lockwood family, from whom
George's mother, Mary, may have learned some of her songs before
she was married. Other acquaintances of the Edwards family
could perhaps be found, and the influence upon them of George's
music could be studied. The dissemination of traditional song
from the Catskill Folk Festivals to people around Phoenicia,
New York, would be a useful subject for investigation. Some
follow up work with the campers from Woodland would help to
indicate how well transplanted traditions survive among people
188
of different backgrounds and circumstances.
More songs from the Catskills should be recorded, for
example, from the Miner family and Henry Welch. Comparison
of repertories from this area could then be done more tho-
roughly. Recently such a recording of Grant Rogers of Wal~
ton, New York was released by Folk--legacy. Norman Studer
tells me that Rogers was influenced by George Edwards.
Systematic study comparing Catskill versions to Adirordack
versions of the same songs and the comparison of the songs
of individuals, for example, M. C. Dean's songs in The Flying
Cloud with George Edwards, could contribute Significantly to
the knowledge of the dissemination and variation of traditional
song.
Further pursuit of the subject here introduced could add
Substantially to our knowledge of the role of tradition in
contemporary society.
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Death Certificate of George Edwards
New York State Department of Health
5262 5 OFFICE OF VITAL RECORDS
on CERTIFICATE OF DEATH _Fetistered No___3_____
1. PLACE OF DEATH: STATE OF NEW YORK || 2. USUAL RESIDENCE nag deceased lived. of iveiialiten: sala ten pe
a. COUNTY Sullivan a. STATE New Y Y rey rk admission).
b. TOWN Tg. LENGTH OF b. COUNTY. c. TOWN 7 E
itockland Se os See, Sul livan | Rockland
c. city OR VILLAGE | d. CITY OR VILLAGE Is residence within its corporate limits?
23 days Roel 1. and YES [] NO
d. NAME OF (If not in hospital or institution, give street address or location) e. STREET f. 1S RESIDENCE ON FARM?
ee .. ie et ADDRESS YES) NOG]
i<-acc i © : See. © 4. DATE (Month) (Day) (Year)
DECEASED ’ 4
(Type or Print) George J ° hdwards
peate Pe DTUA ary 3 wh |
5. SEX 6. COLOR OR RACE | 7. SINGLE, MARRIED, WIDOWED, 8. IF MARRIED, WIDOWED OR DIVORCED, Name of
. Di single (Specify) | Husband
male white (or) Wife oo
| 10. AGE (In years c cae 1 YEAR |IF UNDER 24 HRS.| 11. BIRTHPLACE (State or foreign country) _ 12. CITIZEN OF WHAT _
M mths | Os Days | Hours | Min. COUNTRY?
la rthday) :
/31/1877 71 Sullivan County, N.¥
13a. USUAL OCCUPATION (Give kind of work done jain most of working life, | 13b. KIND OF BUSINESS OR IN T
even if a
Laborer - retired
—
9. DATE OF BIRTH
| 14. FATHER’S NAME 15. MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME |
Je # = Ne No * me Har Lockwood
16. WAS DECEASED EVER IN U.S. ARMED FORCES? | 17. SOCIAL SECURITY NO. —SRPOMMANS ‘S NAME ADDRESS
(Yes, no, or # yes, give war or dates of service) hy .
unknown) rs. George “dwards, Rockland, N.Y.
19. CAUSE OF DEATH (Enter only one cause on a line) INTERVAL BETWEEN
PART |. DEATH WAS CAUSED BY: ONSET AND DEATH
:
IMMEDIATE CAUSE (a) “~CUte pulmona de.
Conditions, if any, ,
which gave rise to DUE TO (b) Coronary thrombosis . 48 hours |
| ce
cause (a), stating
hap "a Arterio sclerosis
poy we DUE TO (c) - etek oh. Er
13 PART I. OTHER SIGNIFICANT CONDITIONS CONTRIBUTING TO DEATH BUT NOT RELATED 20. WAS AUTOPSY
j= TO THE TERMINAL CONDITION GIVEN IN PART I(a) PERFORMED?
<
= YES(] NOT] eS
F 21a. ACCIDENT, SUICIDE, HOMICIDE (Specify) | 21b. DESCRIBE HOW INJURY OCCURRED. (Enter neture of injury in Part | or Part Il of item 19.)
—s |
S | 2c. TIME OF Hour Month, Day, Year aca aree
lo INJURY a. m.
= p. m. - |
21d. INJURY OCCURRED 21e. PLACE OF INJURY (e.g., in or about 21f. WHERE DID ity or town County State i
| While at [7 Not While [7 home, farm, factory, street, office bidg., om INJURY OCCUR?
Work at Work
| 22 I hereby certify that I attended the deceased from.Ve@. oul : |
| deceased alive on_.2. 200 ££...
230. SIGNATURE (Degree or title) 23b. ADDRESS 2%. DATE SIGNED
Martin J. Goldstein, D.O. Roscoe, N.Y. 2/5 39
24a. PLACE OF BURIAL, CREMATION OR REMOVAL 24b. LOCATION (CITY, TOWN OR COUNTY AND STATE) 24c. DATE OF BURIAL OR CREMATION
Beaverkill Beaverkill, New York Feb. 5, 1949
} 25a. SIGNATURE OF UNDERTAKER REGISTRATION NO. 25b. ADDRESS OF UNDERTAKER
R,B; Twiss 22 Roscoe, N.Y.
| 25c. NAME OF ESTABLISHMENT REGISTRATION NO. | 26a. DATE FILED BY LOCAL 26b. SIGNATURE OF REGISTRAR
2/4/49 _**_|Mabel M, Voorhies
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Se ee a ee ee
196
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Association, Cooperstown, New York, 1965.
APPENDIX I
OFFICIAL RECORDS
GEORGE EDWARDS BIBLIOGRAPHY
This bibliography contains materials directly relevent
to the study of the life or music of George Edwards.
BOOKS = MONOGRAPHS
Cazden, Norman, The Abelard Folk Song Book, Abelard-Schuman,
New York, 1958.
Cazden, Norman, American Folk Songs, Vol. 1 & 2, arranged for
two recorders, Associated Music Publishers, Ince, Ne Y.
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ARTICLES, MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS
Cazden, Norman, "The Bold Soldier of Yarrow", Journal of Ameri-
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Cazden, Norman in Northern Junket, IV, No. 7, pe 29; No. 8
’
pe 58; No. 9, pe 25; Noe 10, pe 31; Keene, New Hampshire,
1948 - .
198
Cazden, Norman, "The Story of a Catskill Ballad", New York
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Leeds Music Corp., New York, 1945.
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vol. i; Ps 66.
lewis, Elaine lambert, "City Billet", New York Folklore
Quarterly, vol. 1, p. 113.
livingston Manor Times, Livingston Manor, New York, Feb. 24, 1949.
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Neighbors, Camp Woddland, Phoenicia, New York, 1947.
Neighbors, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1949.
Neighbors, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1952.
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L99
People's Festival in a People's War, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia,
New York, 1942.
Reprints from "Sing Out", volume 1, Oak Publications, New York,
1962.
Studer, Norman, "Whirling' and Applejack in the Catskills",
New York Folklore Quarterly, vol. 8, pe 301.
Studer, Norman, "Winter Folklore Conference", New York Folke-
lore Quarterly, vole l, pe 59.
Studer, Norman, "Catskill Folk Festival", New York Folklore
Quarterly, vol. i- Pe 160.
Studer, Norman, "Folk Festival of the Catskills", New York
Folklore Quarterly, vol. 16, pe 6.
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Quarterly, vol. 5, pe. 3.
Tyrrell, William G., "New York's Folklore on Records",
New York Folklore Quarterly, vol. 14, p. 227.
Walton Reporter, Walton, New York, March 4, 1949.
We Live We Live ina _Neighborhood, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1948.
The World is/Neighborhood, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1943.
The World is a Neighborhood, Camp Vioodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1944.
The World is a Neighborhood, Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, 1945.
MANUSCRIPTS AND OTHER UNPUBLISHED MATERIALS
Camp Woodland Archives, Archive of New York State Folklife Studies
65-0055, New York State Historical Association, Cooperstown,
New York.
Cazden, Norman, A Catskill Songster, Manuscript, 1954.
200
Cazden, Norman, Haufrecht, Herbert, & Studer, Norman, "Music
of the Catskills", manuscript, Archives of New York State
Folklife Studies 65-0056, New York State Historical
Association, Cooperstown, New York.
Certificate of Death of George Je Edwards, Town of Rockland,
Sullivan County, New York.
Certificate of Death of Mary Mergaret Edwards, Town of Rock-
land, Sullivan County, New York.
Delaware County Poor House Record of Inmates, Record Numbers
1267 & 1268.
"Folklore in a Democracy", Conference Program, March 10, 1945.
Gardner, irs. Eleanor We, Administrative Assistant in the
Department of Public Welfare, Delhi, New York, letters
to the author July 23, 1965 and August 3, 1965.
Goodman, William, American Folk Literature Paper, Cornell 1948,
in Thompson Archives, New York State Historical Association,
Cooperstown, New York.
Population Census, Sullivan County, New York, vole 1, 1865.
Procedings of the Board of Supervisors of Delaware County, 1927.
Stoddard, Margaret G., Town Clerk and Registrar, Delhi, New York,
letter to the author, August 22, 1965.
Studer, Norman, "In Memory of George Edwards", mimeographed
article in Thompson Archives, New York State Historical
Association, Cooperstown, New York.
Studer, Norman, letters to the author, April 24, 1965 and
November 5, 1965.
Transcript from the Register of Deaths of Jehial Edwards,
Town of Delhi, Delaware County, New York.
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201
RECORDINGS
Ballads, Asch Record Album, Number 560.
Tape of Herman Benton, Archive of New York State Folklife Studies
65-0049, New York State Historical Association, Cooperstown,
New York, June 20, 1965.
Camp Woodland Tapes of George Edwards, Archive of New York State
Folklife Studies 65-0051, New York State Historical Associ-
ation, Cooperstown, New York.
Three Ballads from the Catskills, arranged by Norman Cazden,
Composers Recordings, Inc., New York, Album CRl-117.
Ballads and Folk Songs, Bob and Louise DeCormier, Stinson
Record SLP No. 68.
Catskill Mountain Folk Songs, Bob and Louise DeCormier,
Stinson Album SLP No. 72.
Library of Congress Tape, Field Recording by Benjamin A. Botkin,
Charles Hoffman and Robert Worth of the Catskill Folk
Festival at Camp Woodland, Phoenicia, New York, August 5,
1944. Archive of Folk Song, Numbers 7754-7763.
Folksongs of the Catskills, Barbara Moncure with Harry Siemsen,
Folkways Record FH 53ll.
Merry Ditties, Milt Okun, Riverside Album RLP 12-603.
Tape of Larry Older and Harry Siemsen, Archive of New York
State Folklife Studies, New York State Historical
Association, Cooperstown, New York, Feb. 6, 1966.
A Song for You and Me, Peggy Seeger, Prestige Rnternational
INT 13058.
2035
Death Certificate of Jehial Edwards
A Verified Transcript from the Register of Deaths
Dist .#1254
Date of Death June 8, 1927 — ae Register No. ie re
Full Name of Deceased Yehial Edwards
Usual Residence Downsville, Nelo
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Date of Birth
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Maiden Name of Mother Margaret O'Dell
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APPENDIX II
BIOGRAPHIES OF GEORGE EDWARDS
By Norman Studer
APPENDIX II
Biographies of George Edwards
Camp Woodland, Inc.
26 King Street, : Arte me
New York City
In Memory of George Edwards
by Norman Studer
A page of Catskill history was quiety folded away when
George Edwards was buried near Roscoe on February 6th. It
was & simple funeral, with no mention of the accomplishments
of this notable folk Binger whose voice is stilled.e Yet it
was @ very appropriate setting for this funeral of one of the
Catskill's greatest minstrels: the still white valley of the
Beaverkill, the far rim of molltains, the rushing sound of icy
waters in the distance. He was buried at his own request be-
side the grave of his mother at whose knee he learned some of
his best sorgs.
George Edwards was a part of the Catskill past that is
very much behind us. No one, including perhaps himself, knew
his exact age, but it must have been around eightye Born in
Hasbrouck on the Neversink, he belonged to the days of the
lumber camps, tanneries and quarries, when raftsmen rode the
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Delaware and canallers plied the old D. and H.- George's an-
cestors were part of that early wave of Irish immigration be-
fore the Revolution. Jehial Edwards, called Pat, his father,
was & scoopmaker by trade, who lived a restless life, always
on the move, frquenting the tavern to the neglect of the
shaving bench. There are people who still chuckle over his
jokes and the yarns he told in a thick Irish brogue. From
Pat Edwards and from his mother, George at an early age
learned many of the large collection of songs that he knew.
Either of them could start singing at sunset and keep on un-
til morning without repeating themselves. There are aunts
and uncles too, and innumerable cousins who knew a variety
of old folksongs, for the Edwards family is a remarkable clan
of singers.
People created their own fun in those days. Distances
were vast in the Catskills and gayety had to be homemade. At
every crossroads store, saloon or lumber camp, at elections,
husking bees, apple peels, barn raisings, there were singers,
tall tale tellers, jokesters, or jig dancers. People made up
verses at the drop of a hat and set them to familiar tunes,
a pastime that has not completely died away in some parts of
the mountains. They could walk eight or ten miles to a square
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dance at a neighbors house, shake their feet lustily through
intricate square dances until three in the morning and then
arrive back home in time for milking. If we had all the
stories, jokes and songs that were current in those days, what
a collection it would be. What a testimony to the creative
power of ordinary men and women!
Through those years George was a respected singer, holding
his own with all who came along, adding continually to his store
of songs as he swapped tunes with other singers. Pat Edwards
tried to teach his son the trade of scoop making, but George
gouged out the bottom of a scoop with his adz, and never tried
again. He never learned a trade, but moved about working as
hired man here and there, never taking roots anywhere or marry-
inge His real work was his singing and his guitar playing.
There are still living a few people who remember when George
sang "She Perish in the Snow", a song said to be based on a
real incident in the blizzard of '88, There were over a
thousand people listening when George sang that one at a
Fourth of July picnic.
As the natural resources gave out, there came a gradual
change in the life of the Catskills. The tanneries diappeared;
lumber camps became a thing of the past, along with the shanties
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of scoop makers and of the shavers of hoops. With the changing
times neighbors got out of the habit of gathering at apple peels
and husking bees. The radio, phonograph and movie came along to
give people canned entertainment. A new generation grew up with
no taste for the old songs. That was pretty hard on the old
people. George Edwards, living as a hired man on Thunder Hill,
near Grahamsville, ventured into town one Saturday night to
sing at an amateur show and was laughed off the stage. It was
no wonder that another old timer, Etson VaniWagner of Red Hill,
said in a wistful mood, "When I die my songs will die with me."
There came a slow awakening of interest in the paste The
WPA throughout the country began to dig into local history anu
folklore. A musicologist, Herbert Halpert. traveled thrcugh
the Catskills with a recording machine, found Gesrge Edwards
and began to plumb the sesmingly bottomless depth of the man's
musical memories. Halpert took a bundle of records back to
Columbia University and soon George Edwards was known in a
small circle of scholars. He was invited to sing in New York
before an audience of musicologists and other interested people.
The little old man with a bent back and gnarled, worn hands
was at home among the college professors and musicians. He had
a deep an natural dipgnity and was at his ease no matter whether
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he sang in a tare shack on Thunder Hill or in a plush Manhattan
hotel. There is a funny story about his visit to New York.
Venturing out by himself he lost his way. He did not know ithe
name of the hotel, but did recall the street by which he had
entered the city, so be began the long trek back to the Cats-
kills, a hundred and thirty miles away. Sleeping in barns and
living on handouts, he took ten days getting back to Thunder
Hill. This story was often repeated as an introduction when
he sang "I Walked the Road Again".
One verse of that song goes,
From New York into Buffalo
I tramped it all the way
I slept in brickyards and old log barns,
Until the break of day.
Then one day Camp Woodland found George Edwards. This
camp in Woodland Valley, near Phoenicia; brings children from
crowded cities to enjoy the freedom of mountains in the sum-
mer, but also has another important purpose. It seeks at the
same time tc unite city and country people ina neighborly way.
A good American idea this: getting people together, people of
all races, creeds, backgrounds in fellowship with one another.
Part of this plan involves taking children on Auto trips through
the mountains to find out how the people of the Catskills live
and work. That is how we found George Edwards.
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From that moment until his death George Edwards was an
important part of Camp Woodland's adventure in friendship,
along with George Van Kleek of Samsonville and many other
local people. Each summer he spent some time at camp. And
just as the old singer was at home among professors and com-
posers, so was he with children, counselors and parents from
the cities. He liked the young ones particularly, and they
liked him. He loved to sit in the warm sun and watch them
play, enjoyed having them cluster about him under the trees
in the middle of the day or at the campfire at night and beg
for a song» And as they sang his own songs back to him, he#
nodded delightedly. He knew that they would go on singing
his songs when he had passed away.
Threugh Camp Woodland George began to reach a larger
audience. The camp sponsors an annual Folk Festival of the
Catskills, where local folk singers, fiddlers, jig dancers
and story tellers have their inning. Here again is the idea
of neighborliness between city and country, for the audience
ranges all the way from Prattsville to Long Island City. To-
gether the people of city and country enjoy the folk heritage
of the Catskill region. George sang at every Festival, and
many of his songs were sung by campers at these events. What
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is more, he went to New York again and sang at a crowded
concert. A record company took down some of his songs and
included two in an album. Several others were printed in song
collections.
Meanwhile the camp's music specialists, Herbert Haufrecht
and Norman Cazden, worked away at taking down George's songs
and preserving them in the Camp's archives. Each summer there
were more. The final count was over a hundred, some of them
ballads of over twenty verses. George remembered them acourate-
lye Each summer we were sure we must have reached bottom, and
each summer George came back with more. Even in this last win-
ter of his life he told Anne Edwards, cousin Dick's wife, who
took such good care of him, that he remembered a few more and
would have them for the folks at Woodland in the summer. Those
songs died with him.
George had an artist's pride in singing the songs as he
thought they should be sunge They were very important to him.
He was extremely patient during the tedious process of song
collecting, when a recording machine was not available, and
he had to repeat them endlessly until every last note was put
down. He worked with a consciousness of passing his riches
along to future generations. He took an active part in help-
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ing the camp find singers for the Festival, and usually came
with other singers whose abilities he generously praised.
What are the songs like? They are as varied in mood and
theme as life itself. Some are centuries old, and were brought
over probably by the first of the Edwards to arrive here. In
that category, my favorite is "The Dewy, Dewy Dens of Yarrow",
with its traditional lines,
Oh mother dear, go make my bed
Go make it neat and narrow,
For my love died last night for me;
I will die for him tomorrow.
Other songs deal with the hard life of poor people, "Poor Man's
Family", "I Walked the Road Again" and "Last Winter was a Hard
One". Still others are songs of lumbering and rafting days,
such as "A Shanty Man's Life", with its verse:
When springtime comes in, double hardship
does begin,
When the water is piercing cold;
Our clothing is all wringing wet,
Our hands scarce the pike poles could hold.
Humorous songs are among the lot, love songs, songs of the
Civil War and the Gold Rushe Almost every kind is included.
Those of us who have heard George Edwards sing will long
remamber the thin, bent figure with half-closed eyes, singing
the ancient songs in tones that swelled and receded ina style
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peculiarly his own. It is very hard for us to think of him as
dead, to realize that he is now @ name, among other names such
as that of Boney Quillan and Johnny Darling and the rest of the
folk heroes of the Catskill earth. To us his name will always
be a symbol of the tough and enduring spirit of the common folk,
of their essential dignity and their singing strength.
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY OF GEORGE EDWARDS
From ASCH Album Ne. 560
George Edwards is past seventy and appears even older be-
cause of the hard life he has lived as an itinerant hired man
on Catskill farms. His gnarled hands and bent back are marks
of a life of unremitting physical labor. Born near Sundown
in the heart of the Catskill mountains, he is of Irish stock,
his great grandfather having fought in the Revolution. Many
of his best songs are of Irish origine He learned most of
his songs from his father and mother, who, it is said, could
start singing at twilight and keep on until daybreak without
repeating themselves. George thinks he learned "The Bonny
laboring Boy" from his mother before he was nine, and that it
was the first song he learned.
In his lifetime George has seldom been out of the Cats~
kill Mountains. On two occasions he visited New York City.
The first times, he was brought down to the city to sing ata
musicologists' conference and lost his waye He made for the
Catskill(s) en foot, sleeping in barns and along fencerows on
the way and making the trip in ten days.
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George lives with a cousin at Roscoe, New Yorke Once a
year his quiet, uneventful life takes on color and excite-
ment, when he goes on his annual pilgrimage to the Folk Fes-
tival of the Catskills at Phoenicia, where he is dean of the
folk minstrels who gather there from the four corners of the
mountains. George has been coming to the Festival since its
inception and each year has given more of his rich collection
of old songs and ballads until over eighty repose in the Folk
Archives of the Catskills. Many of his songs were recorded
by the Library of Congress.
After the Festival George likes to remain at camp sitting
quisty in the corner and enjoying the gaiety and laughter of
camp, occasionally singing to groups of children who eagerly
learn his songs and in turn sing them at campfires and other
occasions in true ballad style.
Norman Studer
APPENDIX ITI
ONG TITLES AND PUBLICATIONS
APPENDIX III
Song Titles and Publications
George Edwards Songs
This table shows recordings and publication of George
Edwards' songse Recordings, to the left of the song title
include: Lc ~ Library of Congress Tape of the 1944 Catskill
Folk Festival; NS - Camp Wood land Tapes in the possession
of Norman Studer and Norman Cazden; NC - additional tapes in
the possession of Norman Cazden; AR - Asch Record Album 560;
MD = Merry Ditties, by Milt Okun, Riverside Album RLP 12-603;
B&F = Ballads and Folksongs, by Bob and Louise DeCormier,
Stinson Record SLP No. 68; CM - Catskill Mountain Folksongs,
Stinson Record SLP No. 723 FC ~ Folks ongs of the Catskills,
by Barbara Moncure with Harry Siemsen, Folkways Record FH5311;
PS - A Song for You and Me, by Peggy Seeger, Pretige Interna-
tional INT 13058; HS - Tape of Harry Siemsen in a concert with
larry Older. All tapes cited are in the Archive of New York
State Folklife Studies, New York State Historical Association,
Cooperstown, New York.
Texts to the right, are: MS - N. Cazden, et al, "Music
of the Catskills" or Cazden Manuscript; A - Ne Cazden, The
Abelard Folk Song Book; CS = Ne Cazden, A Catskill Songster;
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CW '41, etc., Camp Woodland annual publication; GIB, B. landeck,
Git On Board; RWF - H. Haufrecht, ‘Round The World Folksing;
BNS - N. Cazden, A Book of Nonsense Songs; AFS 1& 2, Ne Cazden,
American Folk Songs arranged for two recorders; NYFQ - New York
Folklore Quarterly; JAF - Journal of American Folklore; NJ ~
Northern Junket; LMC ~ Leeds Music Corporation, Sheet Music
arranged by Herbert Haufrcht; on dance calls - DW1l1&2- Ne
Cazden, Dances from Woodland; first and second editions $
RSO - Reprints from Sing Out, Volume l.
Recordings Song Title Texts
NC Albany Jail, The MS NYFQ
As I Went Down to Port
Jervis (J9) MS
Awake, Awake, Ye Drowsy
Sleepers (M4) A MS cs
NS B&F A Walking and A Talkint A MS CS CW'46 RWF AFS1
Banks of Sweet Dundee
NS AR The (M25) A MS CS CW'43
Battle of Gettysburg,
The (Al7) MS
Betsy B. (M20) A MS CS cCW'42
Black Sheep, The MS
Blind Beggar's Daughter
of Bethnell Green,
The (N27) MS
NS AR CM
NS
NS LC
NS
NS Lc(2) Ps
CM
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Bold Brave Bonair, A (P14) A
Bold Soldier, The (M27) A
"Bold Rellitee', The
(Child 286) A
Bonny Boy, The
Bonny Laboring Boy, The
(M14 ) A
Bound for the Stormy
Main (K21)
Bounty Jumper, The
Brennan on the Moor
(L7) A
Bright Phoebe A
Bright Sunny South,
The (A23) A
Cénstant Farmer's Son,
The (M33 )
Cordwood Cutter, The
(c19) A
‘Cumberland! Crew,
The (A18)
Cutting Down the Pines
Cutting Down the Pines
> > PS
Days of '49, The
Dens of Old Ireland, The
Dewy, Dewy Dens of Yar-
row, The (Child 214) A
Do-Si-Ballinet
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
CS
CS
CS
CS
cS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
JAF
CW'42 LMC
CW'43 RWF
CW '46
CW'45 NYFQ
CW'45 GIB
CW '46
NYFQ JAF
CW'4] GIB
BNS
NS
NS
FC
HS LC
CM
OM
CM
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Down in Sunny Tennessee
Dying Californian, The
Erin's Green Shores(Q27) A
Fair Fanny Moore (038)
Fair Julian Bond (M10)
Famed Waterloo (N38)
Fare You Well, My Own
True Love
Flat River Raftsman,
The (C25 )
Foggy Dew, The
Friends and Neighbors
Gir: l I Left Behind,
The (P1B)
Glencoe (N39)
Green Mossy Banks By
the lea, The (015)
Hills of Glenshee,
The (06)
In the Days When I
Was Hard Up
Islands of Jamaica,
The (D25)
I Walked the Road Again
Jacket So Blue, The
A
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
MS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
AFS2 RWF
CW '43
CW'44 NJ
CW '48
CW '43
RSO NYFQ
AFS1
NJ
CW'47 AFS2
CW '46
CW'42 RWF RSO
LC
CM
CM
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Jeck Gardner's Crew
Jam at Gerry's Rock.
The (Cl)
Johnny Riley (N42)
Jolly Boatswain, The(Q8)
Jolly Stage Driver,
The (013)
Jolly Thrasher, The
Kate and Her Horns (N22)
Katey Morey (N24)
Knickerbocker Line, The
"lady Leroy',The (NS)
Lakes of Col Flynn,
The (Q33 )
last Winter Was a Hard
One
Lather and Shavo (Q15)
Little Cabin Boy, The
Little Girl That Played
Upon My Kneo
Little Irish Rose, The
Little Scotch Girl, The
(Child 281)
Lord of Scotlend, The
(Child 68)
Lost Lady, The (Q31)
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MS
MS
CS
cs
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CW '44
CW '47
CW '46
CW '41
CW '44
CWI43
NJ
BNS
LMC
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Lowlands Low, The (M34)
Maid on the Mountain
Brow, The (P7)
Maid on the Shore, The
(K27)
Man Named Work, A
Mermaid, The (Child 289)
'Yerrimac', The (A26)
Mule Song, The
My Home is on the
Mountain
My Irish Molly=0
My Old New Hampshire Home
Newburgh Jail, The
A
Old Spotted Cow,Jhe (L1) A
Ol' Mickey Brannigan's
Pup
On the Shore of Havana
Pat Malone (Q18 )
Paul Jones (A4)
Petticoat Lane (Child 2)
Picture of My Daddy
When a Boy, The
Plains of Illinois, The
Poor Chronic Man, The
(K42 )
A
A
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MS
MS
MS
MS
cS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
NYFQ
CW'42
NS LC
NS
NS
NC
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Poor Man's Famidy, The
Poor and Fereign Stranger A
Prisoner's Song, The
'Rainbow', The (N43) A
Resurrection, The A
Rich Man's Daughter,
The (Child 46) A
Rich Merchant, The (M19)
Rolling Stone, The (B25) A
Roving Irishman, The (H4)A
Shades of the Palmetto,
The (Al4)
Shantyman's Life, Ae A
She Perished in the
Snow (G32) A
Ship's Carpenter, The
(Child 243) A
Terrier Dog, The
Texas Rangers, The (A8)
Three Leaves of Shamrock,
The
Where Are You Going, My
Pretty Fair Maid?
(017 ) A
Wife Who Was Dumb,
The (Q5) A
MS
MS
B
B
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CS
CW '48
AFS2
NYFQ
CW '42
CW 44
CW '44
CW '4]
CW 47
GIB
NJ
AFS2
AFS2
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Wild Irish Boy, The MS
Yankee Man-of-War, The MS CS CW'44
INSTRUMENTALS - CHANGES
Square Dance Call #1 (Swing When You Meet) MS
Square Dance Call #2 (Turn That Gentleman
with the Right Hand or Right Hand Gent) MS
Countryman's Ramble DwWe
Do=Di Ballinet - Dance Call MS DwWe
Speed The Plow DW1 DWe
This table is not complete and lacks reference to the
use and publication of Edwards tunes. In the Journal of
American Folklore article, "Regional and Occupational
Orientations of Traditional Song", Norman Cazden includes
the tunes and first verse of "Bright Phoebe", "The Jolly
Stage Driver", and "A Shantymants Life", The tune to "Lather
and Shave" was in the New York Folklore Quarterly article,
"Music of the Catskill". Herbert Haufrecht used Edwards tune
for "Cutting Down the Pines" in his cantata, Boney Quillan.
Norman Cazden's arrangement of a viola solo for "The Lass of
Glenshee" and a cello solo for "The Dens of Yarrow" can be
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heard on Album CR 1-117, Composers Recordings, Ince, New York,
with a violin solo of Etson vanWagner's tune of "The Old Spot=
ted Cow".
According to Mrs. Cazden, parents of campers cometimes
made recordings of the Catskill Folk Festivals in the years
prior to 1948, the first year that Woodland had a tape re=
corder. More of these recordings, which would most likely
include the singing of George Edwards as well as campers
singing his songs, will hopefully turn up in the future.
APPENDIX IV
TEXTS FOR GEORGE EDWARDS ' SONGS
FROM THE CAMP WOODLAND ARCHIVES
This appendix includes, from page 227 through page
208, the song texts collected from George Edwards which
were not printed in The Abelard Folk Song Book. Following
page 258 are those archival texts which were completed or
otherwise significantly modified in The Abelard Folk Song
Books These texts are given here as they were recorded in
the Camp Woodland Archives so that they will be available
for comparison with other collected versions.
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OL' MICKEY BRANNIGAN'S PUP
Ol' Mickey Brannigan had a bull pup
Bred of O'Llannigan stock
Seventeen hours of battle he fought,
‘Pon my soul, an’ he did, by the clock.
CHORUS :
Bow-wow~-wow-wow, what a pup, to be sure,
Fighting he'd never give up,
Never was known such a wonderful dog
As ol' Mickey Brannigan's pup.
His tail was a neat little bit of a stump
Bowlegged and two crooked eyes
A look at his darn ugly mug was enough,
"Twas the Devil himself in disguise.
CHORUS
He tread on the tail of Maloney's best coat,
On the bustle of Mary Ann Flynn,
Ravaging young Kitty Mulligan's leg,
Holy Mother, it was a great sin.
CHORUS
He grabbed up the Dutch shoemaker's dog,
Shook him around like a rat,
He murdered Tim Finnegan's beautiful goat,
Et the tail of McMonigan's cat.
CHORUS
A man came along with an organ one day
Had a monkey tied fast by a string
The dog, when he saw him, he yelled with delight
And made a most wonderful spring.
CHORUS
He jumped onto the eye-talian's back,
Bursted the organ inside,
Tried to swallow the monkey
But he choked on his tail and died.
CHGRUS
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FATR FANNY MOORE
Look down in yon cottage deserted and alone
The path that surrounds it tells of grief overthrown
Look in and you'll see some red spots on the floor
last of the blood of the fair Fanny Moore
Fair Fanny was blooming. Two lovers a-came
Offered fair Fanny all their fame, wealth and gain
All the kind offerings failed to secure
The lily white hand of the fair Fanny Moore
Next came young Edmund, haught and proud
He offers fair Fanny all his fame, wealth and blood
All his kind offerings failed to secure
The burning white bosom of the fair Fanny Moore
Next came young Edward, of lower degree,
He won her fair heart and enraptured was he,
Kind friends and companions; at the altar (they) got sworn
For he had won the fair heart of the fair Fanny Moore
Fair Fanny was seated in her window one day
Some business had called her loving husband away
Young Ronald the Haughty stepped in on the floor
He clasped in his arms the fair Fanny Moore
"Oh spare me, please spare me," for mercy she cried,
"Oh spare me, please spare me," for mercy she begged
"No, I'll not spare you from the land of great rest."
The dagger he buried in her snowy white breast
Fair Fanny was blooming, for her beauty she died
Young Ronald the Haughty got taken and tried
He was hung with great chains to a tree near the door
For shedding the blood of the fair Famy Moore
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THE SHADES OF THE PALMETTO
The sun was sinking in the west and shed its lingering rays
'Neath the branches of the forest where the dying soldier lay
In the shades of the palmetto 'neath the southern sky
Far away from New England they laid him down to die
A group had gathered tround him, comrades in the fight
All filled with grief and sorrow (as he) breathed his last
good=night
Then up spoke the dying soldier, said "Weep no more for me,
Come listen, comrades, listen, I have something I will say
A fair young girl, my sister, my blessing and my pride,
My only joy from boyhood, I ain't got none beside
(When) our country was in danger and called for volunteers
She threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears
"Go, my darling brother, drive the traitors from our shores,
My heart does need thy presence, but our country needs you more."
Come listen, comrades, listen and hear my dying prayer
Who will be to her a brother, shield her with a father's care?"
Then the soldiers spoke together and like one voice seemed to say
"We will be to her a brother and protect her one and all"
A smile was on his countenance, a shadow o'er him shed
One quickened word together and the soldier boy was dead
In the shades of the palmetto they laid him down to rest
His knapsack for a pillow and his musket o'er his breast.
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ON THE SHORES OF HAVANA
Many homes were filled with sorrow and with sadness
Many hearts were torn with anguish and with pain
And our nation were dropped in deepest mourning
For the heroes of our battleship, the Maine
Some were sleeping in the waters near the harbor
Some were sleeping in a bed of Spanish clay
And our spirits, they cry aloud for vengeance
On the shores of Havana, far away.
CHORUS :
Oh, the moon shines tonight down on the water
Where our heroes of the Maine silent lay
May they rest in peace where their loved ones are sleeping
On the shores of Havana, far away
Some were thinking of their mothers, wives and sweethearts
Some were thinking of their dear ones left at home
Perhaps some lad had left the old folks grieving
Were just writing them from far across the foam
Suddenly there came a loud explosion
Like a stony wreck she sank down in the bay
And two hundred noble-hearted sailors perished
On the shores of Havana, far away
CHORUS.
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LADY LEROY
As I went out a-walking (on) a bright day in May
The bright birds were singing far over the way
I spied a young couple on old Ireland's shore
A-viewing the ocean where the billows did roar
One was 4 lady so comely and fair
The other a captain persuading his dear
He says, "Comely Siree (?), if you will comply
This night we will sail on fair Lady Leroy"
(The) fair maid, being weary, hung down her head
These words to her lover so kindly she said
"I'll agree to go with you with a heavy comploy (7)
But a proud ship will accompany fair Lady Leroy"
She dressed herself up in a suit of men's clothes
Straightway to her father she went in disguise
She purchased a vessel, paid him his demand
Little did he think 'twas from his own daughter's hand
Back to her lover she hasted with speed
Made him get ready and not for to heed
They hoisted their topsails, bright colors let fly
Over the ocean sailed Lady Leroy
When her old father came this ttunderstand
He ‘swore he'd have revenge on that worthy young man
Swore his fair daughter should never be his wife
For her disobedience he would take her life
He went to his captain in rage and despair
(The ) whole of the story to him did declare
"Go take and pursue them, their lives all destroy
Not one shall be saved through (?) fair Lady Leroy"
The Captain made ready and fixed for the fight
To bring them to justice it was his delight
He hoisted his topsails, bright colers let fly
And swore by his Maker he'd conquer or die
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He had not then sailed but a week or ten days
For the wind from the east blowed a sweet pleasant gale
He s pied a ship sailing that filled him with joy,
He hailed her, he'd found her, the Lady Leroy
"I'd now have you turn back to old Ireland's shore
While (?) the grapeshot amongst you like hailstones I'll pour"
“Broadside to broadside each other did prove
- Louder than thunder bright cannons did roar
‘The fair Irish beauty made him this reply
i"For the sake of fair Surrey I'll conquer or die
When you get back to my father, all this let him know
We shall never be parted by friends or by foe
I wish him all happiness he may enjoy
But the last (?) we show kindness from the Lady Leroy"
They sailed into London, the city of fame
Two noble vessels, I'll mention their names
One was the Essex, the other Leroy
Here's a health to fair Surrey (and) her bold Irish boy.
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THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND
My parents served me tenderly, they had no child but me.
I became a rover, home could not agree, ,
My mind bein' bent on rambling on a far distant, shore,
To leave my dear old parents, never to see (them) no more.
There was a wealthy farmer (who) lived in a town nearby.
He had an onli daughter, on her I'd cast an eye.
(I) told her my intentions was for to cross the main;
I asked if she'd prove true to me 'til I returned again.
She vowed she'd wed no man but me, and on The Book she swore
She would wed with me, and none but me; she vowed it o'er and o'er.
This was very happy and pleasing to my mind.
We both shook hands and parted, and I left the girl behind.
I sailed over to New York, strange faces for to see.
Handsome Peggy Walker fell in love with me.
She says, "I've gold a-plenty, and love with you I find;
You stay right here and dine with me, think no more of the girl
you left behind."
"Tf I should do that very thing, then I'd be much to blame;
My friends and relations would scorn me down with shame.
There is a girl that holds my heart, (and) upon The Book she
swore
She 'd wed with me and only me; she vowed it o'er and o'er."
"If this be your intentions, you are the worst of men.
Since first you struck the city, since then, I've been your
friend.
Your pockets have been loaded, you needn't fret no frown;
You always had me at your call when others run you dow."
I strolled out one evening down to George's Square.
(I) turned myself around about; the postboy met me there.
He handed me a letter (that) gave me to understand
That the girl I left behind me had wed another man.
Then I advanced a little further (and) I thought the matter through;
Then I consented to marry Pege What else could I do?
Peg's the missus (mistress?) of my heart, she's loving and she's kind,
But the only object of my heart is the girl I left behind.
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THE LOST LADY
It's of a rich lady in London did dwell;
She lived with her uncle, I'm going to tell.
(It's) of a young squire that loved her, also;
For many an hour to school they did go.
It's down in the valley, the valley so gay,
Three Gypsies betrayed her and stole her AWAY »
Three days she was missing and could not be found.
Her uncle, he searched the whole country ‘round.
Her uncle he searched the whole country ‘round
'Til he came to understand (that) she could not be found.
Has she been murdered? How great is my fear!
Had I wings like a dove, I would fly to my dear.
He sailed through London, through England and Spain;
He ventured his life over the watery main.
When he arrived in Dublin to lodge overnight,
In that same house (he) saw his own heart's delight.
She saw him, she knew him, she flew to his arms,
And she told him her story as he gazed on her charms.
"Oh, how came you here?" this young man, he says;
"Three Gypsies betrayed me and stole me away."
"Your uncle's in London, in prison (he) does lie,
And for your own sake is condemed for to die."
"Oh, carry me to London !" this young girl, she says,
"Here's fifty bright guineas, I'll be your sweet bride."
When they came to London, her uncle to see,
The cartage (?) was standing near the high gallows tree.
"Oh, pardon ! 0h, pardon !" this young girl, she cried,
"Don't you see I'm alove, in the height of my pride?"
Down in that valley much mirth could be heard
(When ) they came to understand (that) the lost lady was found.
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AS I WENT DOWN TO PORT JERVIS
As I went down to Port Jervis one morning in July,
A mother with two soldier boys, the tears were in her eye;
Saying, "God be with you, my two sons, as you are going to war;
You'll face the bloody battles along the Southern shore."
"Why do you weep, dear mother? Why do you weep and mourn?
Why do you weep, dear mother, for the loss of your two sons?
For when our country calls us, and our blood is shed,
After we are dead and buried, we're numbered with the dead."
"Johnny, I've gave you good schooling, also a trade likewise,
You needn't have joined the army if you had took my advice;
You need not go to face the foe where cannons loud did roar,
You'd escape the bloody battle along the Southern shore."
"Yes, mother, you gave me good schooling, also a trade likewise,
I needn't have joined the army if I had took your advice,
I need not go to face the foe where cannons loud did roar,
I'd escape those bloody battles along the Southern shore."
I joined the fourteenth infantry, it was a bloody score,
I traveled on those sandy plains, my feet were blistered
(and) sore;
(We fought through many a battle along the Southern shore),
And I wished to God that I was dead; my brother was no more.
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GLENCO
As I went out walking one evening so late
Where Florrie's gay mantles (?) the fields decorate,
(I) carelessli wandered, where I did not know,
At the foot of a fountain that lies in Glenco.
I carelessli rambled, by chance it was done,
There pleased me a lassie as bright as the sun,
With ribbons and toyls (?) around her did flow
Which once graced McDaniel, the pride of Glenco.
I said, "My dearest fair maid, your enchanting smiles,
By your modest behevior doth my heart beguile;
If your affections on me you'll bestow,
You'll bless the happy hour we met in Glenco."
She says, "My dearest young man, your suit I disdain;
I once had a sweetheart, McDaniel by name.
He went to the wars about ten years ago,
And a maid I'll remain till he returns to Glenco."
"Perhaps your McDaniel regards not your name,
And (has) placed his affections on same foreign dame;
He might have forgotten, for all that you know,
His kind and sweet lassie he left in Glenco."
"I know my McDaniel from his promise can't part,
For love, truth and honor doth dwell in his heart ;
And if I never see him, still single I'll ZO,
And I'll mourn for McDaniel, the pride of Glenco."
Finding out she was lawful, from his pocket took a glove
Which a-parting she gave him as a token of love.
She leaned on his breast while the tears they did flow,
Saying, "You are my Daniel, returned to Glenco."
"Cheer up, my dear Florrie, our trials are o'er;
Though the Spanish, brave heroes, we'll never part more;
The storms of war at a distance may blow,
Fut in peace and content'ness we'll reside in Glenco.
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THE THREE LEAVES OF SHAMROCK
(I was) leaving dear old Ireland in the merry month of June;
The birds were singing sweetly am all nature seemed in tune,
(When) an Irish girl accosted me with a sad tear in her eye,
And as she spoke these words to me, she most bitterli did cry.
"Kind sir, I ask a favor, and grant it on me, please;
'Tisn't much I ask of you, but it will set my heart at ease;
Take these to my brother Ned, from far across the sea,
(And) don't forget to tell him that they were sent by me.
Three leaves of Shamrock, the Irishman'ts Shamrock,
From his own darling sister my blessings to him gave;
Take them to my brother, I have no other,
These are the Shamrock from his dear old mother's grave.
"Tell him since he went away, how bitter was the lot;
The landlord came one winter day and turned us from our cot;
Our troubles were so many, our friends were very few,
And, brother dear, how often mother used to sigh for you!
"Darling son, come back to me! = how often she would say!
At last,one day she got sick and died, and then was laid away.
Her grave I watered with my tears, where those Shamrock grew;
These are all that're left to me, and them I send to you.
Three leaves of Shamrock, the Irishman's Shamrock,
From his own darling sister my blessings to him I gave;
Take them to my brother, I have no other,
These are the Shamrock from his dear old mother's grave."
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DONN IN SUNNY TENNESSEE
On a morning bright and early my old homestead I do near,
Just a village down in sumny Tennessee;
I was speeding on a train that would bring me back again
To my sweetheart who were waiting there for me.
(It's) just a few short years since I kissed away her tears,
Then I left her at my dear old mother's side,
And each day we were apart, she frew dearer to my heart,
Since the day I asked her for to be my bride.
CHORUS :
We could hear those darkies singing as she bade farewell to me
Far across the fields of cotton my old homestead I could see;
As the moon rose in its glory, there I told the sweetest story
To the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.
The train drew up at last, old familiar scenes I'd passed,
(Then) I kiseed my mother at the station door;
And as old friends gathered ‘round, tears in every face I found,
And I missed the one that I were longing for.
I whispered, “Mother dear, where is Mary, she's not here,
And all this world is lost, and sadness comes to mee”
She pointed to the spot in the quiet churchyard lot
Where sleeps the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.
CHCRUS :
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THE DAYS OF ‘FORTY NINE
I'm old Tom Moore, a bummer sure, I'ma relic of bygone days.
The people, they call me gin head; now what care I for praise?
Oft times I think of the good old days, oft time do I repine:
The days of old, the days of gold, the days of 'forty nine.
Oh friends, we had a jolly crew, they'd neither foam nor fret;
They'd drink gocd whiskey till they got drunk, and stagger
quite to bed;
They'd take the bitter along with the sweet, they'd neither
growl nor whine,
Like good old hicks (?) we stood our kicks in the days of
‘forty nine.
There was Poker Bill, I knowed him well, a fellow fond of
his tricks;
He was always ready for a game of cards, and heavy to you bet;
(He) passed four aces, (would) give a bluff, or go a hatful
blind;
In the game of death, Bill lost his breath in the days of
'forty nine.
There's Buffalo Bill, hetd roar like a bull, I never shall
forget,
He'd roar all day, and he'd roar all night, and I guess he's
roaring yet!
One night Bill fell in a prospect hole, it was a roaring
bad design;
In that hole Bill roared out his soul, in the days of 'forty nine.
There's Monty Pete, I knowed him well; waht luck the fellow, he had!
He dealed for you all night and day as long as you had the skids (7).
One night a pistol layed him out, his last layout, in fine,
It caught Bete's shoulder right in the door, in the days of
'forty nine.
(cont td )
There was Whiskey Jake, the butcher boy, who was fond of
getting tight;
Whenever Jake got on a spree he was sparring for a fight.
One night Jake ran up against a knife in the hands of old
Bob Klein;
And over Jake we held a wake in the days of ‘forty nine.
There was poor old Jesse James, (the) same old case, he
never would repent,
He never missed a single meal, and never payed a cent.
Poor old Jesse, just like the rest, got onto death inclined,
And in his bloom went up the flume in the days of 'forty nine.
Of all the friendw I had then, there's no one left to toast.
They've left me here in this wide world, like some poor
wandering ghost.
As I go on from town to town, they call me a wandering scion (7):
"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure, from the days of
‘forty nine."
Here's a last and a kind farewell to friends so true and kind,
To Monty Pete and to Poker Bill, and poor old Jesse besides;
A bumper we'll fill for Buffalo Bill, and another for old
Bob Klein;
I'm the last, I'm sure; I'm old Tom Moore, from the days of
'forty nine.
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THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG
'Twas just before our last discharge, two soldiers drew the reins;
With a touch of their hands these parting words, (for) they
never might meet again.
One had blue eyes and curly hair; (he) was nineteen but a month ago,
(With ) down on his cheek, red on his chin: he was only a boy,
you know.
While the other, dark, stern, strimming (?) voice, a voice like
mourning dim (7),
He only trusted the more of those (?), ‘twas all the world to him.
They had rode together through many a fight, (and) marched for
many a mile;
Always before they had met the foe with a candid and hopeful smile.
They rode together up the hill while the shots and balls would come.
Said the dark, stern man to blue-eyed son, "Charlie, my hour
has come;
We'll ride together in the fight, but you'll ride back alone,
So promise a little trouble to take for me, when I am gone.
"Upon my breast I wear a face, I wear it in the fight,
With light blue eyes and clustering curls, and a smile like the
morning light.
Like a morning light it smiles to me, for she is my dearest life;
But little cared I, ‘fore the country called, she'd promised to
be my wife.
"Write to her, Charlie, tenderly, take her back her last fond
embrace;
Tell her kindly how I died where it was my destined place.
Tell her that my soul still waits for her, that burden the
land between (7)
The heaven and earth, till our spirit comes, I'll meet her
soon, I ween."
Tears dimmed the blue eyes of the boy, in a terrible, dashing rain;
"I'll do thy bidding, comrade," he says, "If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left, you must do as much for mep
I've got a mother at home, can't but hear the news." "I'11 write
to her tenderly."
(cont 'd )
"One after another of those she loved, she'd buried, both
husband and son,
And this is the last that her country had called, so she kissed
me and sent me on.
She'd waiting at home like a praying saint, the boarding (7)
the land below,
‘Til the heavens and earth must hear her call; I'll meet her
soon, I know."
Just then the orders had come to charge, and for a moment
they touched hands;
They answered, "Yeah !" and on they rode through the brave,
devoted band.
They rode together up the hill, where the shots and balls did gain,
And those the shots and shells had left rode slowly back again.
There wasn't a soul left on the field but the boy with the curly hair,
And the dark, stern man, bent over by his side, (did) lie dead
beside him there.
There was none to tell that blue-eyed girl the words her lover
had said.
The mother at home could but hear the news and know that her
boy was dead.
She'll never hear those last fond words from his lips that came,
'Til she crosses over the river of Death (and will) stand by
his side againe
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THE CONSTANT FARMER'S SON
It's of a rich merchant in London town did dwell,
He had an onli daughter, her parents loved her well.
She were courted there by lords and (ad)mirers, but none of
them could her gain;
There was but one, a farmer's son, who'd Mary's heart attained.
(For) a long time young William courted her, and sot their
wedding day;
Her parents, they gave their consent, but the brother they did say,
"There s a lord whom she should marry, and him she shall not shun;
We'll first betray, and then we'll slay, her constant farmer's son."
There was a Fair not far from there, her brothers went straightway,
Also invited young Willie dear with them to spend the day.
They traveled on for many a mile where a pleasant stream did run;
(There) with a stake the life (they) did take of the constant
farmer's son.
Her brothers, they returned home. "Dear sister," they did SAY,
"Think no more of your light-hearted love, but let him go his way;
It's true we tell, in love he fell all with some other one,
Therefore the same we're come to tell of your constant farmer's son."
As Mary on her pillow ley she dreamt a frightful dream;
She dreamt she saw her own true love, and his blood flowed
with the stream;
In the morning she arose, put on her clothes, to seek her love
did run;
There, pale and cold, she did behold her constant farmer's son.
A tinny (?) tear was on his cheeks, all mangled with their gore.
With her hair she wiped it off, and kissed him ten times o'er.
She gathered green leaves from the trees to shade him from the sun,
(And) that night and day she passed away with her constant
farmer's son.
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Hunger it came creeping on, (the) poor girl was sad with woe,
And for to find the murder out, straight homeward she did go,
Crying, “Parents cear, you soon will hear of this dreadful
deed that's done;
In yonder vale lies, cold and pale, my constant farmer's son."
Up steps the youngest brother, saying, "Sir, 'tisn't I 1"
"Nor neither me !" cried the older one, and swore most bitterli.
"Don't turn so pale," cried Mary, "nor try the law to shun;
You have done the deed, and you shall bleed for my constant
farmer's son."
Her brothers soon did own their guilt, and for the same did die.
Young Mary never ceased to mourn, but constantly did cry.
Her parents they did fade away, and they swore their race was run.
Young Mary sighed, (and) in sorrow died for her constant
farmer's sone
THE MERMAID (7?)
We were sailing with the fair winds,
In the fair winds we did go,
(When) our galliant ship had struck a rock,
To the bottom she laid low.
(At) the very first blow our ship did strike,
Our captain, he did cry,
"Lord God, have mercy on our souls,
For into the deep we'll die."
"While here alone we sigh and mourn,
While others sport and play;
If I had my Molly along with me,
I would always think it day (?)."
Sometimes on board, sometimes on deck,
Sometimes we're here below.
While us poor sailors climbs to the top,
The landlubbers lie down low.
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BOUND FOR THE STORMY MAIN
In eighteen hundred and sixty four
On the eighteenth day of May
We w&ighed our anchors to the bow
Ana for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
ind for Greenland bore away.
Our captain's name was William Cook,
And the mate's name was the same;
Our ship's name was a Lion so Bold (7),
Bound for the stormy main, brave boys,
Bound for the stormy main.
Our captain was walking the quarter deck
With a spyglass in his hand;
"A whale. a whale, a whale !" then he cried,
“And she blows at every spam! (?)" brave boys, (strand?)
"And she blows at every spam !"
The very first time we struck that whale
She flashed (lashed?) us with her tail;
As the line run out they lost one man
Bus we didn't get the whale, brave boys,
We didn't get the whale.
August now has passed and gone,
September is drawing near.
We weighed our anchor to the bay (7?)
And for Liverpool did steer, brave boys,
And for Liverpool did steer.
When we arrived at Liverpool,
AS Liverpool's fair town,
We met every man with a glass in his hand,
Welcomed us back to English ground, brave boys,
Welcomed us back to English ground.
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THE GREEN MOSSY BANKS BY THE LEA
When first to this country I was a stranger,
Curiosity caused me to roam
Through Europe, Spain and France to become a ranger
As I left Philadelphia, my home.
Through Europe to become a ranger
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Like a Goddess she appeared unto me;
She arose from the reeds near the water
Along those green mossy banks by the lea.
I stepped up to bid her good morning,
And I solemnly took a fair view (vow?).
The drums of Columbia sounded a warning; (7)
"Madame, I will be your guardian if you choose."
"Kind sir, I don't choose any guardian,
Young man, you're a stranger to me;
For yonder my father is a=coming
Along those green mossy banks by the lea."
I waited until up stepped her father,
And I plucked up my courage once more,
Saying, "If this be your charmingli daughter,
She's the gay girl that I do adore.
Ten thousand a year is my fortune,
Your daughter a lady shall be;
She'll ride in her chariot with horses
Along those green mossy banks by the lea."
Now you see this American stranger (7)
Like the comforts and pastimes I see,
Like the dawn to (?) (dauntle) the gentlest Mary
Along those green mossy banks by the lea.
Now come all you fair maidens, take warning
Of what I have told onto you.
I'll tell you, now then, fair maidens,
You don't know what you may come to.
With flattering let no man deceive you,
Whatsomever his fortune might be;
There's many a poor girl is (as) handsome
As those of a higher degree.
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THE RICH MERCHANT
There was a rich merchant in London did dwell,
He had but one daughter, a beautiful girl; |
Five thousand bright guineas was her fortune in gold,
'Til at length she fell in love with a young sailor bold.
As Catherine was a-viewing her garden one day,
Her father came to her, am this he did say;
"Your loveli Willie shall no more plow the sea;
Before tomorrow morning his butcher I'll be."
She dressed herself up in a suit of men's clothes,
She dressed herself up from the top to her toes;
With the pumps on her feet and the staff in her hand,
To meet her dear Willie she walked down the strand.
"Willie, dear Willie, Willie," cried she,
"My father, he swears that your butcher he'll be."
"Now down to Dover I'd have you prepare (repair?),
For in forty-eight hours I'll meet with you there."
She kissed his lips and made him this reply,
Saying "Willie, dear Willie, I'll save you or die."
Into his pockets (she) slipped‘a handful of gold,
And she walked up the strand like a young sailor bold.
Her father espied her as she stepped on the strand,
((He) took her to be Willie; says he, "Voutre the man!"
Out of his mantle a sword then he drew,
And he pierced her bosom clothes instantly through.
Finding out he'd mistaken, (he) sank back in despair,
A-wringing his hands and tearing his hair;
(He) cried, "Oh, cruel monster, Oh, what have you done?
I've murdered the flower of fair London town."
Finding out he'd mistaken, for home he did start;
He leaned on his sword till he pierced his heart,
A-pleading for mercy till he drew his last breath,
And he closed up his eyes in the cold arms of death.
When Willie, dear Willie, these sad news did hear,
He died, brokenhearted for the loss of his dear.
Now the father and the daughter, and the young sailor bold
Met an ontimely death for the sake of their gold.
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THE DYING CALIFORNIAN
Lie up nearer, brother, nearer, for my limbs are growing cold,
And the present seemeth dearer when thy arms around me fold.
I am dying, surely dying; soon you'll miss me in your berth,
And my body will soon be lying beneath the briny ocean surf.
Hearken, brother, closely listen, don't forget a single word;
How in death my eyes did glisten as the tears the memory stirred.
Tell my mother, God assist her, now that she is growing old,
Tell her, son, I'm glad I kissed her, when my lips grew pale
and cold.
Tell my father, when you see him, how in death I prayed for hin,
Prayed that I might someday meet him in the world that is free
from sin
Tell my sister (that) I remember every kind and parting word;
Since my heart has been kept tender, thoughts of them my
memory stirred.
Tell her that I've near gained heaven where I sought the
precious dust,
But I've gained a port called Heaven where the gold will never rust.
Urge them to secure ascension, they will find their brother there
Facing Jesus through repentance: He'll provide for them a share.
Listen, brother, closely listen, 'tis my wife I speak of now;
Tell, oh, tell her how I've missed her when the fever burnt my brow.
Tell her she must kiss my children as the kiss I last impressed,
And hold them as when last I held them, hold them closely to her
breast.
She must give them early to their Maker, putting all her trust
in God,
And He néver will forsake her, for He said so in His word.
All my children, Heaven bless them, they were all my life to me:
Would I, could I once more caress them, here I'd sink beneath
the sea.
It was for them I crossed the ocean (to) where my hopes is all of
wealth:
Though they gained an orphan's portion, yet He doeth all things well.
Hark, I hear the Saviour calling; 'tis His voice, I know it well:
When I'm gone, Oh, don't be weeping; brother, here's my last
farewell.
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THE LORD OF SCOTLAND
The Lord of Scotland, he is come home
Onto his fair lady;
He brought her the keys to the seven locks
And some she knew very well.
She took him onto a two-edged sword;
His heart's blood come trinkeling down.
"Why have you wownded me, my fair lady,
Why did you wownd me so sore?
There wasn't a lord in all of Scotland
That loved his lady more !"
"Now I'll ride east, now I'll ride west,
Now Itll set under the sun;
I will bring some bonie leaves
Will cure you from your wownd."
"You needn't ride east, you needn't ride west,
You needn't set under the sun;
There's na thing can cure my wownd
Except it is God alone."
She went onto her pretty fair maids
Three hours before it was day,
Says, "I've a dead lord within my bower,
I wish you to carry him away."
"If you've a dead lord within your bower,
There he'll have for to stay;
For neither one of us will touch him
Until the break of day."
"Gold will be your hire, pretty maids,
Silver will be your fee,
And I will bear you company
To carry him away."
One took him by the old gray locks,
Another by the hands and feet;
They plunged him in a new-dug well
Fifty-four fathoms deep.
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"You lie there, my own wedded lord,
Sink and do not swim;
Then neither me nor my family
Will be injured by your rising."
As she was a-going on
She met her father-in-law:
He says, "Where is my son, and where has he gone,
And when will he return?"
"I do not know where he is gone,
He's been gone a day or two,
He has been gone a day or two,
I think it'll be three tomorrow,
And if he does not then return
My heart will be broke with sorrow."
As she was a-going home
She seen a little bird on a briar;
He sings, "Go home, you false lady,
And pay the maids you hired."
"You come here, my sweet little bird,
Set down on my knee;
I have a cage of pure yellow gold,
So freely I'll give it to thee."
"You can keep your cage of gold,
Itll keep my green tree:
For you have murdered your own wedded lord,
I know that you'd kill me.”
"If I had a shooting bow
And that well fixed with a string,
I'd let an arrow fly at you
Among them leaves so green."
"Well, if you had a shooting bow
And that well fixed with a string,
I'd take a-flight, I'd fly away,
You'd never see me again."
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THE TERRIER DOG
A man he owned a terrier dog,
He'd a bob-tailed terrier cuss.
This here dog got this here man
In many an ugly mugs.
The man was on his muscle
And the dog was on his bite.
If you touched the man, the animal
Was sure to raise a fight.
A woman she owned a large tomcat
That fit at fifteen pounds;
Other cats did jump and slide
When this here cat come around.
Till the man come along with his dog one day
Where the woman she did dwell;
The dog he growled ferociously
And went for the cat like hell.
He tried to chaw the neck of the cat,
But the cat, she wouldn't be chawed.
She jumped up on the terrier dog's back,
She bit and she clawed and clawed.
The ghunks of flesh she peeled from his back:
He flumitched, kicked am died.
The old man he quick run out,
Picked up a small brickbat:
He swore, by damn, substantially,
If he wouldn't kill the cat.
The old woman, she swore she'd be damned if he would,
She picked up an old shotgun;
She peppered him in the diaphragm
With birdshot number onee
They stowed him home on a window blind,
The doctors cured him up.
He never was known to fight again
Or to raise another pup.
You can stick up your nose at this here rhyme,
I don't give a darn for that:
It's only to show that the terrier dog
Tackled the wrong tomcat.
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THE "MERRIMAC"
Come all you loyal seamen, likewise you landsmen too,
It's an awful, dreadful story I will unfold to you,
It's all about the Cumberland, a ship so true and brave,
And many a loyal seaman that met a watery grave.
'Twas early in the morning just at the break of day
When our good ship, the Cumberland, was anchored in the bay,
When & man from on the lookout down to the rest did say,
"There's something like a housetop to the leeward side does lay."
Our captain eyed his telescope as he gazed across the blue;
Turning around to his brave men, to his brave and loyal crew,
Says "That thing over yonder that looks like a turtle's back,
It's that infernal Rebel steamer, they call her Merrimac."
Our decks were cleared for action, each gun was pointed true.
The Merrimac came steaming up across the watery blue.
She kept right up her steaming till no distance did us part;
She sent a ball a-whistling that stilled the beats of many a
heart.
In vain we poured our broadsides into her ribs of steel,
Yet no break was in her, no danger did she feel.
Up jumped the Rebel pirate, with a voice like thunder spoke,
"Haul down your flying colors, or we'll sink your Yankee boat !"
Our captain's eyes did glisten while his cheeks grew pale with rage,
And with a voice like thunder to the Rebel commander said;
"My men and true and loyal, they will always by me stand;
Before I strike my colors down you may sink us in the sand 3"
The ironclad then left us a hundred yards or more;
And screeching, screaming of the ball and our broadsides did pour.
She struck us square amidship and terrible thrashing through,
And the waters they came pouring in on our brave and loyal crew.
Come all you loyal seamen that seek your life to save,
I'll never leave the Cumberland while she does ride the wavese
Our boat went down a-floating all in the briny deep,
But the Stars and Stripes kept fluttering on the mainmast's
highest peak.
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THE LITTLE IRISH ROSE
There's a pretty spot in Ireland, the place I claim for my land,
Where the flurries and the berries they will never,never die;
It's the land of old Shilaly, my heart goes back daily,
To the girl I left behind me when I kissed and said goodbye.
CHORUS :
Where the dear old Shammon's flowing, where the three-
leaved shamrock grows,
Where my heart is, I am going to my little Irish Rose;
The moment that I meet her, with a hug and a kiss I'll
greet here;
There's not a colleen sweeter where the river Shannon flows.
Sure no letter's I'll be mailing, soon will I be sailing
And I'll bless the ship that takes me to the dear old Treland shore ;
And we'll settle down forever, "I!1l leave the old sod never,
I'll whisper to my sweetheart, "Come and take my heart, ‘tis thine !"
CHORUS.
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THE LITTLE GIRL THAT PLAYED UPON MY KNEE
Long years have passed and gone
Since I left that bright home o'er the sea,
Since I left that bright home of my dear old happy days
And that little girl that played upon my knee.
CHORUS :
I'm homeward bound for the home I have left -:
Never more will roam on the sea,
For I'm going home to that dear old native home,
To the little girl that played upon my knee.
Does Jennie remember, or has she forgot
Those many happy days, seemed to me?
Does she remember the childish happy days
And the day that she played upon my knee?
CHORUS.
What means that long dark funeral train,
Sad faces they all seem to me?
Yender hearse bears the form of the only one I loved,
'Tis the little girl that played upon my knee.
CHORUS.
I'm left alone, I cannot live,
This world seems a dreary world to me;
Go bury me alongside of the only one I loved,
'Tis the little girl that played upon my knee.
CHORUS -
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DO-ST BALLINET
There was an old man and he had a wooden leg,
And he hadn't no tabacco, nor tobacco could he beg;
There was an old miser, he was slyer than a fox,
And he always had tobacco in the old tobacco box.
Say, old man, won't you give me a chew?
No, old man, I'll be darned if I do:
Save up your earnings and your wages too,
And you'll always have tobacco in your old tobacco box.
THE WILD IRISH BOY
When I first came to this country, I had brogues on my feet,
Corduroy britches, although they looked neat.
The girls would laugh at me, which gave me great joy;
They called me their hero, their wild Irish boy.
My age now, they tell me, is just twenty-three;
For my bad conduct transported I might be:
Horse-racing, fox-chasing, and gaming also;
For that very reason over the seas I must Zoe
Now I'm deprived of all comforts of life;
I've left her behind me who would've been my wife;
With my foot on the ocean, my heart on dry land,
With the tears in my eyes I'll take a rig-‘in my hand.
It's down on the birthday where those matches were made,
Causes many a brave hero transported to bleed,
And on some distant island to be sold as a slave,
For in my own country where I did mis-behave.
As for my own dear mother, the greater I pray:
Don't cast it up to her that I'm going away;
She's in great grieg already, pray no more to it add:
How many kind parents bad children have had!
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He came unto young Emily's house, where she sot all alone,
He came unto young Emily's house his gold all for to show,
What he had gained whilst on the Main, and plowed the Lowlands Low.
My father keeps a public house down by the side of the sea;
You go there, my own true love, till morning do you stay.
You go there, my own trie love, don't let my parents know
Your name it is young Edmund dear that plowed the Lowlands Low.
The young man sot a-thinking till time to go to bed.
Little did he know or think what sorrow crowned his head.
The young man sot a-thinking till he fell in a sound sleep.
Emily's cruel father into the room did creep.
He stabbed and dragged him out of bed, to the watery side did go;
He set his body a-floating down in the Lowlands Low.
Young Emily on her pillow lie, she dreamt a frightful drea,
Dreamt she saw her own true love, his blood flowed with the stream.
She arose by day in the morning, to her mother she did say,
"Where is that young man who came here last night to stay?
"Go and ask your father, for I no tales will tell."
"Father, where is that stranger who came here last night to stay?"
He's drownded in the ocean, and his gold will make a show:
I set his body a-floating down in the Lowlands Low.
O father, cruel father, you'll die a public show
For the murdering of young Edmund dear that plowed the Lowland Low.
I'll go down by the seaside, I'll set down on the strand,
There I'll see my own true love, his blood washed with the sand.
The salt fish into the ocean goes, the waves tossed to and fro
Reminds me of young Edmund dear that plowed the Lowland Low.
She went anto her councillors, her story she made known;
The old man was arrested, hanged he was also
For the murdering of young Edmund dear that plowed the Lowland Low.
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THE SHANTY MAN'S LIFE
A shanty lad, he leads a dreadful dreary life
Though some call it free from care
When he swings his axe from morning until night
In the middle of the forest so drear
Transported I am from my own native land
Near the banks of the Delever (Delaware )
Where the wolves and the owls with their terrifving growls
Disturb our nightly dreams
At three o'clock there's our noisy, noisy cook
As she shouts out bold, "Boy's, it's day,"
And broke in slumbering the cold frosty nights
The cold wintry nights away
As soon as the daylight star does appear
To the wild woods, boys, we'll go
We'll swing on our axe from morning until night
Cause the forest to lay low
When springtime comes in, double hardship does begin
When the water is piercing cold
Our clothing are all wringing wet
Our hands scarce the pike poles could hold
The rocks, breaks and jams give employment to all hands
Our well bounded rafts for to steer
And the rapids that we run to us are only fun
In the middle of the forest so drear
Had we gin, wine or beer our spirits for to cheer
While we to the shanty alone
Had we a glass of any shone, while here alone
We'd forget old Erin's isle
We'll enjoy one 'nother's hearts till death does us part
Should our riches be great or small
Wetll enjoy one 'nother's hearts till death does us part
Should our riches be great or small.
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BETSY B
Oh, Betsy B was a lady fair
That lately came from Lancashire
A harried servant bound out to be
She was more fittin' some lord's wife to be
The old woman had one only son
Were Betsy's beauty and favorite one
Betsy's beauty shone out so clear
It drew his heart all ina snare
The old woman'lyin' in the other room
Heard the words that came from her son,
Sayin' "Betsy; I love you as I do my life
And do interti:'to make you my wifee"
She was resolved in her cwn mind
For to break up her own son's design
Karly next morning the old woman arose
She called to Betsy, "Rise up, put on your clothes,
To the city with me to go
To wait on me a day or two"
Barly next morning Betsy arose
And dressed herself into pretty clothes
And with her mistress went away
To wait on her two days or three
There was a ship laid in that town
To a sea captain Betsy was bound
When the old woman did return
The first salute came from her son,
"Oh, welcome home, dear mother," he said,
"But where is Betsy, your servant maid?"
"Scn, oh son, I plainly could see
Your mind was roving on fair Betsy
Love her no more, for that's in vain
Your Betsy's sailing on the main."
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To the chambers the young man went
And all that night spent in discontent
Slumbering dreams he would cry
"Oh Betsy B, for you I'll die.”
The old woman made him this reply,
"T never knowed one who loved to die,
I'd sooner see you laying dead
Than with my servant maid to wed."
For a doctor they sent with speed
For that physician there was need
But no physician could signify
In that situation the son did die.
When she saw her son lay dead,
She tore the hair fram out of her head,
"Tf I only knowed he could breathe again,
I'd send for Betsy across the main."
See how the ocean does foam and toss
She's in great danger of being lost,
See how the ocean does foam and roar
For Betsy B we'll see no moree
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THE RAINBOW
The last I was in London I heard the happy news
I'll relate it unto you if you will not refuse
It's all for the sake of a young man, he has gone to sea
And I've received no news from him since last he went from me
He's proper tall and handsome, for courage does not lack
Proper tall and handsome whenever he turned his back
He sailed on board the "Rainbow", he's a mate to Captain Low
His name is Johnny Gorman, is this a man or no?
He answered as she smiled on him, saying, “Yes, this is the man."
"Pray tell me whether he's dead or alive, I will no longer stand."
"Now, my pretty fair maid, the truth and you must know,
'Tis the last of Johnny Gorman, he died six months ago."
She screeched, she screamed, she changed her voice, she wrang her
lily-white hands,
She went to her chamber window, there she sobbed and sighed,
And made many a lamentation just wishing herself to die.
He dressed himself in scarlet and back to her he went
With a strong resolution to comfort her again
"So open the door, pretty Mary, and let your tears go dry,
Here's adieu to grief and sorrow, comfort you will find."
She quickly obeyed him, and who then could she see
No one but Johnny Gorman could this young sailor be
"J only done it to try your love, to me you have proved true,
I never saw a turtle-dove take on so as you do."
Here's adieu unto the Rainbow, since Mary has joined my heart
I never more shall leave her 'til death does us part
She's fairer than a lily, she's fairer than a rose
Or any other flower that in the garden grows.
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PETTICOAT LANE
(The man)
A I walked out in Petticoat Lane,
Oh, me rose, he married in time,
There I spied a pretty fair maid
Who choosed to be a true lover of mine.
"Can you make a cambric shirt,
Oh, me rose (etc)
Without any thread or fine needlework,
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder well,
Oh, me rose (etc)
Water never ran there and never fell,
And you shall be (etc)
Can you dry it on yonder thorn. . .-
Never's bore bud since Adam was born .. ."
(The woman )
"Now you've asked those questions three,
Oh, me rose, be married in time,
T'll grant the same favor back to thee
Before I become a true lover of yourn.
"Can you buy an acre of land,
Oh, me rose (etc)
Between the salt waters:and the sea sand,
And you shall be a true love of mine.
"Can you plough it with a buck horn
Oh, me rose (etc)
And seed it down with one ear of corn
And you shall be (etc)
"Can you reap it with a pen knife...
Draw it home with three yokes of mice .. .«
Can you thrash it with a goose quill...
Clean it all up through an eggshell...
After you've gone and done your work . . .
Come back to me and I'll make you your shirt. . .-
EE ace Oe a ee er ee
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THE LITTLE CABIN BOY
'Tis of a lady so gay
And possessed of beauty bright
All for the sake of a little cabin boy
She forsaked both lords and knights
Away on to Billy she goes
"Billy, coo," cried she,
"My affections, they are so great,
My mind is fixed onto thee,"
"If your affections are so great,
Mine are greater still
(but) first you must go to the captain of the ship
And gain his right good will"
Away to the captain she goes
"Captain, coo," cried she,
"I've one request it is to make
If you will but grant it to me."
"Oh well," says the captain then,
"What can the something be?"
"Can little Billy, your little cabin boy,
Can he tarry on the shore with me?"
"What, an' you are a lady so gay
And you've asked me for my boy?
More fittin' you are for some rich lords and knights
Your fair body he might enjoy."
"No matter for that," cried she,
"But let me have my will
Or a silent funeral you must prepare,
Or a lady so gay you will kill 3"
"Go ‘way with your foolish yarns,
Come no more unto me
For little Billy, my little cabin boy
Can't tarry on the shore with thee."
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Back unto Billy she goes
With a wet and watery eye
Saying "The nearest and dearest friends, they must part
And so must you and I."
Going out in the garden so green,
Throwing herself on the ground,
Early, early when the men arose
Her lamenting corpse they found
Her father, he being @ sorrowful man
laying aside all joys and mirth
A silent grave he did prepare
For to put her (all) under the earth
Now Billy, he is on the sea, salt sea
And the waves tossed to and fro
lamenting like a little turtle-dove
Whenever the wind does blow
'Til at length a storm did arise
(Now) Billy he was heared
The captain and all of his merry men were lost
Never more to be heared or seene
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THE MAID ON THE MOUNTAIN BROW
Come all young men and maidens, come listen to my song
T'll sing to you a verse or two, I won't detain you long
It's all about a young man I'm going to tell you now
Who had lateli fell a member (?) to the maid of the Mountain Brow (enamored )
He says "My pretty fair maid, you can go along with me
We'll goin our hands in wedlock bands, and married we will be"
"Oh no, kind sir," the maid replied, "vou must excuse me now,
I must tarry another season at the foot of the Mountain Brow"
"Well," he says, "My pretty fair maid, I'm sure you can't say no
Look down in yonder valley where my crops so gentily grow
Look down in yonder valley at my horses and my plow
They are laboring late and earli for the maid of the Mountain Brow”
"Your horses and your plow, they're not laboring for me
After hearing of your character, 'tis none of the best, I see
There is a place in this town, I've heard the people say
Where you rap and call and pay for, and go home at the break o' day."
"If I rap and call and pay for, all of my money it is my own
I'll not spend any of your fortune, love, for they tell me you've got none
You thought you had my poor heart won by happening on to me now
But I'll leave you where I found you at the foot of the Mountain Brow"
Oh, it's "Johnny, dearest Johnny, how can you be so unkind
The girl that loves you dearly you're going to leave behind
The girl that loves you dearly, you're going to leave her now
Don't leave her broken-hearted at the foot of the Mountain Brow"
He hung his head in silence, not knowing what to gay
While gazing upon the pretty fair maid, she looked so neat and gay
He took her by the lily white hand, saying "You've consented now,
We will tarry here no longer at the foot of the Mountain Brow."
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THE ROLLING STONE
"Since the times have growed harder, I've a mind to leave home,
Since the times have growed harder, my plow, drag and cart (?)
I will go to Wisconsin some comfort to view
T will double my fortune like other folks do"
"Oh husband, I've took with a sorrowful heart
Long time you've neglected your plow, drag (?) and cart
Your sheep are disordered (and) the land they run on
And your new Sunday jacket goes everyday on
Stick to your farm and you'll suffer no loss
(For) the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss"
"Oh wife, let us go, don't let us stand
I'il buy a farm all clear to my hand"
"Husband, rsmember the land is to clear
'Twill cost you the labor of many (a) long year
There you might labor each day in the field
And the winter will consume all the summer will yield
Stick to your farm and you'll suffer no loss
(For) the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss"
"Wife let us go, don't let us wait,
For I long to be there and I Jong to be great
You may be a rich lady, and who knows but I
Might be a great governor ere long, 'fore I die"
"Husband, remember the land of delight
'Tis surrounded by Indians and it's p'undered by night
Your house may be p'undered and burnt to the ground
And your wife and your children lays mangled around
Stick to your farm and you'll suffer no loss
For the stone that goes rolling will gather no moss"
"Oh wife, you've convinced me, I'll argue no more
I never once thought of your dying before
I love my dear children although they are small
It is you, my dear wife, I love better thay» all
I'll stay on the farm and I'll suffer no loss
For the stone that goes rolling gathers no moss."
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FARE YOU WELL, MY OWN TRUE LOVE
Fare you well, my own true love
And ‘tis fare you well for awhile
If I should go, I would return
If I traveled ten thousand miles
If I should go from you, my love
To Holland, France and Spain
If I should travel ten thousand miles
IT would return again
"What if you should happen to die, my love,
Then from me you'd be gone
Who would hear your every cry
Or who would hear you mourn?"
"My mourns, my dear, you would not hear
And the best of friends they would part
I'd take a pen and write to you
All the secrets of my heart
The secrets of my heart, my deer,
And the rest of my good will
Although our bodies are distant apart
My heart is with you still
If I should go from you, my dear,
The rocks would melt with the sun
And the fish would live without water
The seas, they'd rage and burn
The seas would rage and burn, my love,
And the days would turn into night
(The) darkest bird that ever flew
Would change its color (to) white
Now you see that little dove apperclappian bird
As she spins on to yonder view ? (Appa llachian)
I would give ten thousand worlds olive-carrying dove
For to feel as she does feel
You see that little turtle dove
As she lights on yonder vine
A-mourning for her true love
And so do I for mine.
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THE JACKETS OF BLUE
A reg'ment of soldiers came down from Yorkshire
From Yorkshire into Bradford, and from Bradford down here
There were one lad amongst them I wish I never knew
For my heart went away with his jacket so blue
Early next morning this fair maiden rose
Called for her servant to dress on her clothes
"Come dress on my clothes the best you can do,
I'm going to seek a young man with a jacket so blue."
Early next morning I stepped on the Strand
Met a gallant and brave soldier with a gun in his hand
I tried to speak to him, but from me he flew
My heart went away with his jacket so blue
Says I, "Honored stranger, I'll buy your discharge,
I'll free you from the army, set you at large,
Free you from the army, if to me you'll prove true,
And I'll ne'er put a strain on your jacket so blue."
Says I, "Honored lady, if you'd buy my discharge,
If you'd free me from the army, set me at large,
If youtd free me from the army, if to you Itd prove true,
What in the world would my Scotch lassie do?
I have a little girl in my own countree,
T'll not forsake her for your propertee
Although she's a poor girl, to me she'll prove true,
And she'll ne'er put a stain on my jacket so blue"
Well, there's one thing that I'll ask of you,
I want my love's likeness in a whole suit of blue
To hang in my bedroom, more grief to renew
My heart goes away with your jacket so blue"
"I'll send down to London for a lad, he'll take two,
You shall have my likeness in a whole suit of blue,
Hang it up in your bedroom, more grief to renew
(If) your heart goes away with my jacket so blue."
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THE WIFE WHO WAS DUMB
It's of a bonny blade,
And he married her, a maid,
And he safeli conducted her home.
She was neat in ev-'ry part,
She was pleasing to his heart,
But alike and alas, she was dumb, dumb, dumb,
But alike and alas, she was dumb.
She could knit, she could sew,
She could keep the house clean,
She could keep the house clean with a broom;
But still the silly swain
Could do nothing but complain
Because that his wife, she was dumb, dumb, dumb,
Because that his wife, she was dumb.
To a doctor he did go
And thus he interposed,
"Can you make a lady speak that is dumb?"
"Can you make a lady speak,
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Because that his wife, she was dumb, dumb, dumb,
Because that his wife, she was dumb.
The doctor, he did come,
And he cut the arter string (7),
And at liberty he set her tongue.
When her tongue began to walk
Then she began to talk
As though she had never been dumb, dumb, dumb,
As though she had never been dumb.
Her faculty she tries,
And she fills the house with noise,
And she rattles in his eyes like a drum.
She leads him such a strife,
Makes him weary of his life;
He'd give anything at all if she was dumb, dumb,
He'd give anything at all if she was dumb.
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To the doctor he does go,
(And) thus he interposed,
Saying, "Doctor you've got me undone;
My wife has turned into a scold,
Her tongue she'll never hold,
I'd give anything at all if she was dumb, dumb, dumb,
I'd give anything at all if she was dumb."
Says the doctor to this art (?)
"Tt's a very easy part
For to make a lady speak that is dumb;
You must do the best you can
It's beyond the art of man,
For to make a scolding woman hold her tongue, tongue, tongue,
For to make a scolding woman hold her tongue.
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THE JAM ON GERRY'S ROCK
Come, all you jolly river lads, I'd have you now draw near
And listen to the dangers that you are goin' to hear.
It's off six jolly Canadian boys, all manfully and brave
To beark a jam on Gerry's Rock they met a watery gravee
It was on a Sunday's morning on the sixth day of July.
We had @ jam on Gerry's Rock, all logs piled mountains high,
All logs piled mountains high, brave boys, prevailing not to fear,
We'll break a jam on Gerry's Rock, for Saginaw we'll steer.
Some of the boys were willin', others did hang back,
Said, to work on Sunday, they didn't think it right
Of six jolly Canadian boys that volunteered to go
To break a jam on Gerry's Rock and their foreman, Young Monroe.
They hadn't rolled off many logs 'fore the boss to them did say,
“I'd have you on your guard, brave boys, this jam will soon give way."
Those words he scarceli spoken 'fore the jam did break and go:
They carried away those six brave youths and their foreman, Young Monroe.
All the rest of those shanty lads of these sad news did hear;
In search of their dead bodies, to the river they did steer.
In search of their dead bodies, in sorrow grief and woe,
All cut and mangled on the beach lay the head of Young Monroe.
They snatched him from a watery grave, smoothes down his radiant hair.
One fair maid was amongst them, her cries would rend the air.
One fair maid was amongst them, (she) cam down from Saginaw fown,
Her mourns and sighs would rend the skies for (her) true love that
was drowned.
She stooped and kissed his cold fair lips, while tears did fairly pour,
Saying, "Now he's gone and left me, his face I'll see no more,"
Saying, "Now he's gone and left me." In sorrow, grief and woe,
She mourned and sighed in sorrow died for her true love, young Monroe.
Young Clara was a fine young girl, likewise a raftsman's friend,
Her mother was a widow lived down near the river's bend.
The wages of her own true love the boss to her did pay,
(And) a liberal of subscription was made out by the boys next day.
They buried them most decently just at the dawn of day.
Come, all you jolly river lads, if you ever go that Way,
On a little knoll by the riverside, where a hemlock tree does grow,
You'll find the date and drowning of our foreman, Young Monroe.
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THE CUMBERLAND CREW
Oh, shipmates, come gather and join in my ditty
(Of) a terrible battle that happen'd of late.
let each Union tar shed a sad tear of pity
When he thinks of what happen'd of Cumberland fate.
On the eighth day of March (was) told the terrible story;
Of clouds she was clear, and bright shone the sun.
The drums of Columbia sounded a warning
(That) made ev'ry bold seaman stand fast to his gun.
On that ill-fated day (was) told the terrible story:
High in the riggin her rebel flag flew;
Our flag, she were wrapped in a mantle of glory,
Nailed to the mast by the Cumberland Crew.
We fought her for hours with a stern resolution,
Links (?) our old cannon could never redure (endure?);
We were swept by her salvoes, brave sons and fair daughters,
May her blood be revenged on old Virginny's shores.
She struck us a-midships, our flanks she did shiver,
Sharp iron prongs pierced our noble ship through;
There she sank us on the dark, rolling river,
Determined to conquer the Cumberland Crew.
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KATE AND HER HORNS
A damsel fair lived in Colchester;
At length a clothier courted her
For six months apace, both night and day,
And yet the damsel still said nay.
Kate knew each and every night he came
From his loveli Nancy by name;
She went down to the tannery's side
(And) buried her there in an old cow's hide.
She buried there in the old cow's hide,
She wrapped herself both thin and wide,
With hairy horns set on her head,
('Twere ) near three feet asunder spread.
Kate to a lonesome path did stray;
At length the clothier came that way.
With a grim voice and a doleful note
Kate quickli seized him by the throat.
She said, "You'll wait for Kate, I hear,
To wed the lawyer's daughter dear !"
He strove to run, but his feet did fail,
And then he saw her long black tail.
"Oh master devil, spare my life,
Oh master devil, spare my life,
Oh master devil, spare my life,
(And) I will make poor Kate my wife."
"See that you do,” the devil cries,
"See that you do," the devil cries;
"If Kate against you does complain,
You soon will hear from me again.
"If Kate against you does complain,
You s oon will hear from me again;
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Then you will, whether you will or no,
Unto my gloomy region go."
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Now this put him in such a fright
(That) early next morning, before it was light,
He went to Kate and he married her
For fear of doleful Lucifer.
Kate never let a friend or foe
Nor any other person know,
'Til she one year had married been,
She told about her lyingein.
It pleased the women to the heart.
They said she had fairly played her part.
Her husband laughed just as well as they,
It was a merry and a happy day.
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FAIR JULIAN BOND
The lilies and the daisies, they spangled every lawn
In the harbor (where) I first gazed on my fair Julian Bond.
I hired to her father (for) twelve months and one day just,
My being not used to wages, but true to my trust.
I valued not my wages, (them) I would not then demand,
For I could live for ages with my fair Julian Bond.
As me and her old father, we both walked out alone,
I asked him for his daughter, saying, "Sir, 'Tis well known
(That) I have a well-stocked farm and ten thousand pounds in hand;
I'll share it with your daughter, my fair Julian Bond."
The old man, being angry, began to fret and frown,
Says, "Kind sir, here 're your wages, you'll soon depart this town."
Increasin' to his anger, he bade me quick begone;
No one but a rich squire should wed his Julian Bond.
I went onto his daughter, told her then my sad tale.
(De )pressed with grief and anger, we both did weep and wail.
A horse he was got ready into the seasons of the night
For me and my fair Jule to take our deflight.
Over hills and lofty mountains we then did hurry on,
Then I got overtaken with my fair Julian Bond.
They used me like a murderer, my hands and feet they tied;
Into a loneli prison, there I must reside.
Into a loneli prison, for to repent this deed,
Twelve months on bread and water I will be forced to feed.
Then in came the sheriff, who onto me did say,
"The old man's poisoned work down on you begins to fall,
I'm afraid you'll suffer sorely for your fair Julian Bond."
Thanks be onto my sheriff, his kindness onto me;
They can't no more than hang me, and then I will be gone;
I'll die ten thousand deaths for my fair Julian Bond.
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Then in came the jailor's son, last night I heard him say
That the lady's oath would hang him, or else it would set him free;
If such be the case, says Reilly, some hope begins to dawn;
I never can be injured by my fair Julian Bond.
"Oh, stop, my lord," he told them; "fine jewels and fine rings,
Besides a silver buckle and many a costly thing;
I gave them to my daughter, they cost ten thousand pounds;
When Reilly was first taken, those things with him were found."
Then, like a sparkling angel, before them she did stand;
"You're welcome here," says Reilly, “my fair Julian Bond."
"He did not steal my jewelry, I'll swear by all above,
For I gave those things to Reilly as a token of true love."
"He did not steal my jewelry, I'll swear by all above,
For I gave those things to Reilly as a token of true love;
And if you have them, Reilly, pray send them home to me."
"I will, my likely lady, with many thanks to thee."
"There is a ring among them I'll allow you to wear,
'Tis sot with costly diamonds and it's plaited with my hair;
I wish for you to wear it upon to your right hand;
(I'll) think onto brokenhearted Reilly (who) went into a
foreign land."
Then up spcke the noble Fox, who stood attentive by,
(He) says. "Gentlemen of the jury, for justice I'll reply:
To hang a man for love, that's foul murder, you can see;
To save the life of Reilly and banish (?), let him free."
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THE OLD SPOTTED COW
It's of a wealthy farmer in London did dwell
A very wealthy farmer, as you shall understand;
He had sheep, hogs and cattle, and many other things,
And a man he had to work for him, his name it was John.
CHORUS :
Lol-di-dol, lol-di-dol, lol-di too-dle it-sy lod-de-o,
Lie-dle, lie-dle lol, lum=a too-dle it-sy day.
Barly one morning, the farmer, he arose,
(And) called to the boy to put on his clothes;
"Take the old spotted cow this day to the fair,
She's the best one among them, and her I can spare."
CHORUS:
The boy started off with his cow on his hand;
He went to the fair, as you shall understand.
There he presentli met with a man
(And) sold him his cow for six pounds ten.
CHORUS :
He went in a tavern, all for to drink;
The landlord, he paid the boy down his chink.
Turning onto the landlady, this he did say,
"What shall I do with money, I pray?"
CHORUS : |
"I will sew it in your coat lining," says she,
"For fear on the way it's robbed you might be."
There sot a highwayman drinking his wine;
Says he to himself, "That money, it is mine."
CHORUS :
The boy took his leave, for home he did £03
The highwayman followed him soon after also.
(He) went a little ways and overtook the lad;
"How much further are you going?" he said.
CHORUS :
"How far are you riding?" the highwayman said;
"Some three or four miles further," replies the young lad.
Replies the young lad, "That I do know;"
And he jumped on behind and away they did go.
CHORUS :
They rode 'til they came to a dark, lonely lane;
"Now," said the highwayman, "I'll tell you very plain:
Deliver up your money without any strife,
Or else in the lone lane I'll take away your life !'
CHORUS :
He tore his coat lining, the money he pulled out;
Along the green grass he threw it all about;
Whilst he were looking up, the money was lost
(And) the boy jumped aboard and went off with his horse.
CHORUS :
The maid, she looked out for Jack riding home;
For to tell their master, she went to his room.
His master looked out, asked "What's the fuss?
Has the old spotted cow turned into a horse?"
CHORUS :
"Yes, good master; I well sold your cow;
I was robbed on the way by the highwayman so bold.
Whilst he were looking up your money that was lost,
I jumped aboard and came off with his horse."
CHORUS :
The knapsack was opened, and there to behold
(Was) five thousand pounds, all in silver and gold,
Two brace of pistols and a many fine things,
Horse, saddle, and bridle, and many gold rings.
CHORUS :
"This is the boy that I sent to the fair;
Iwo thirds of this money he shall have for his share;
For the highwayman, he lost all their store,
They can't go robbing until they get more."
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THE LITTLE SCOTCH GIRL
There was a little Scotch girl, she went downtown, some whitefish
for to buy;
There she got acquainted with a little town clerk; he followed
her bye and bye,
Oh bye, he followed her bye and bye.
"Where are you going, sweet maid," said he, "and whereon do you be?
Iet this night be ever so dark, I'll come and I'll visit thee,
Oh thee, I'll come and I'll visit thee."
"My mamma locks the door within, my papa keeps the key;
Unless you be a silly (?) old witch, you'll never get up to me,
To me, you'll never get up to me.
"Unless you have a ladder built, of thirty steps and three,
And build it up to the chimney top and then come down to me,
To me, and then come down to me.”
The little town clerk, he had a brother, and a wee little wit was he:
He built his brother a great muckle ladder of thirty steps and three,
Oh three, of thirty steps and three.
He put the click to his right shoulder, and the creel(?) was to the pin,
He drew him up to the chimney top, and he let the bonny clerk in,
Oh in, and he let the bonny clerk in.
The old folks layed in the room close by, and hearing what was said,
"I'll lay my life," says the silly old wife, "fhere's a man in our
daughter's bed,
Oh bed, there's a man in our daughter's bed."
The good old man, he goes upstairs to see if this be true;
When she drew the bonny clerk close in her arms and and covered him
over (with blue?)
Oh blue, and she covered him over with blue. (?)
"What brings you here, papa?" she says, "what brings you here so late?"
You disturb me of my evening prayers; Oh, but they are sweet,
Oh sweet, and it's Oh, but they are sweet."
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The good old man, he goes downstairs, and says "You did not tell
me true;
Our daughter has a great muckle book in her arms, she's a=praying
for me and you,
Oh you, she's praying for me and you."
The good old woman, she goes upstairs to see, could this be true;
What in the devil (but) she'd take her foot, but in the quill
she flew,
Oh flew, and in the quill (creel) she flew.
The brother at the chimney top, finding the quill (creel) was full,
He put the quick to his right shoulder and fast to her did pull,
Oh pull, and fast to her did pull.
He shook her up and he shook her down, he gave her a right downfall(?),
'Til every crick in the old girl's ribs played knickeknack on the wall,
Oh wall, played knick-knack on the wall.
Here's to the blue (?), the bonny bonny, blue, here's to the blue
that will (weel ? quill ?);
Every old woman that is jealous of her daughter might fall into
the quill (creel),
Oh quill, might fall into the quill!
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THE POOR CHRONIC (7?) MAN
I'm a poor chronic man from the town of Athlone, (?Artlone, Artlawn?)
I'm sad to my heart that I ever left home.
I went down to Belfast, my cousin to see,
(And) I fell in with a slasher and got on a spree.
CHORUS: Ral-di-fal, da-diddle, die-do,
Toodle-i-ay.
She says, "Cousin Pat, you're going astray,
And now, if you'll follow, I'll show you the wey 2"
We walked down through Wisdom (Wilson?), she carried my coat,
And we traveled like lightning down on the steamboat.
CHORUS .
She hired a cabin to not wet her feet,
(She) took me and my baggage to New Market Street;
She told the innkeeper she was @ cousin of mine
(And) they fed me on whiskey, both beer, ale and wine.
CHORUS .
Then for more whiskey I tittered and tapped;
The blackguards came ‘round and shook hands with poor Pate
It was late in the evening when the cop came around,
(He) says, "I sigh (assay?) for such actions, please pay me five pounds 2"
CHORUS.
She paid him the money without no more delay,
Then for more whiskey she sent right away.
She hired a bed, laid down by his side
And the poor chronic man had a beautiful bride (ride?).
CHORUS.
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She blackened my face while I fell asleep,
And long before morning kicked me in the street.
I had to decide (?) for my money and clothes,
And the cop come around, saying, "You're drunk, I suppose ="
CHORUS.
He marched me into prison without more delay,
(And) kept me right there till the very next day;
(He ) tried for to try me, (but) I wouldn't keep still,
(So) he made me dance ‘round ‘way down on the treadmill.
CHORUS .
Here 1s to conclude and to finish the joke:
He made me dance there till my legs were near broke;
All the fiddlers and fifers you had at your Fair
Couldn't make me dance here like they made me dance theree
CHORUS.
Now let's conclude and to finish this jaunt;
Iwenty-four guineas I stole from my aunt.
It was up into Newport (that) I scalded my nose,
But this poor chronic man lost his money and clothes.
CHORUS.
Now I wish I were back in the town of Athlone,
Hugging my mother that I'd left at home,
Bid adieu to your cabins, steamboats and treadmills;
To seek for my cousin I never ‘gain will!
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THE ROVING IRISHMAN
I am a roving Irishman, I've roved it up and down.
I took another notion to view some foreign land.
With my knapsack over my shoulder and my cudgel in my hand,
I sailed away to Americay like a roving Irishmane
I sailed to Philadelphia, that city being gay,
The ladies dressed so costly, they did my heart betray.
They invited me to dine with them, and they held me by the hand;
They wrangled and they jangled over this roving Irishmane
I put up to a tavern one week, two weeks, three,
'Til the landlord's oldest daughter, she fell in love with me.
I hugged, I kissed, I squeezed here and held her by the hand;
I made her go tell her mamma that she loved an Irishman.
"Daughter, dearest daughter, why do you talk so strange?
Why would you leave your own dear home, with an Irishman to range?"
"Fare you well, dear Mamma, do the best in all you can;
For I'll roam the country over with this roving Irishmane"
We sailed to Pennsylvania (and)settled among the Dutch.
By their conversation, they did not like us much.
By signs and good motions I gave them to understand
The rature and good humor of the roving Irishman.
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PAUL JONES
(An) American frigate from Baltimore came;
Our guns mounted forty, called Richard by name.
While cruising the Channel from old Engelond,
Our noble commander, Paul Jones, was the man.
We had not sailed long 'fore we did espy
A large forty-four, and a twenty close bye
"Quick, give us an answer, I've hailed you before,
Or this very moment a broadside we'll pour.
(2) The broadside was poured by those Englishmen
(And) our brave heroes returned them again.
Our gunner got frightened, onto Paul Jones he came,
Said "Our ship, she takes water, likewise (is) into flame."
Paul Jones, he exclaimed in the heights (hates) of his pride,
"This day, boys, we'll conquer, or sink by their side !"
Here's s health to those widows who shortly may weep
For the loss of their husbands (who) lie sunk in the deepe
Here's a health to Paul Jones and the rest of his crew,
By this you can see, boys, what courage will do.
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THE JOLLY BOATSMAN (BOATS"/AIN? )
There was a jolly boatsman (boatswain?) in our town did dwell,
He had a loving wife, and the boatsman loved her well.
CHORUS: Fal di roddy, too-la-roddy,
Fal di roddy too-la-ray.
As she went a-walking up and down the street,
The handsome little tailor she chanced to meet.
She says, "ly dearest husband has gone off to sea,
If you've no other place, you can lodge along with me !'
CHORUS :
He went home with her to lie that night,
When the husband put the couple in a devil of a fright.
About ten o'clock at night they heard a rap at the door.
This little tailor boy could sleep no more.
CHORUS :
So they got right up, being half asleep;
Says he to her, "Where the devil will I creep?"
They got right up, being half undressed,
Saying. "I know of no place, only over in the chest."
CHORUS ;
She put him in the chest amongst a lot of tin,
And she ran downstairs for to let her husband in.
She ran downstairs, she unbolted the door,
And there stood her husband and seven sailors more.
CHORUS :
She hugged him, she kissed him, she gave him caresst;
Says she, "My dearest husband, what's the meaning of all this?"
"T haven't come to rob you, nor (di)sturb you from your rest,
But I'm bound for the sea and I've come for my chest."
CHORUS :
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He goes upstairs with his seven sailors strong,
(They) grabbed right aholt and they yanked it right along.
CHORUS :
They hadn't gotten more than halfway to town
'Fore the heft of the chest caused the sweat to run downe
They went a little further and they sat them down to rest;
Says one to the other, "What the devil's in the chest?”
CHORUS ;
They sot down the chest and they lifted the lid.
There sat the tailor lad aescratching on his heade
CHORUS :
Says, "I'll take you down to Chiny, I'll trade you for tea;
If I don't punish you, might the devil punish me 1"
CHORUS :
So he took him down to Chiny and traded him for tea,
And they had enough tea for to hold your company.
CHORUS.
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THE HILLS OF GLENSHEE
On a bright summer's morning the day was a-cawning,
Bright Phoebe arose and shone o'er the lea.
She was bleaching her clothes all down by the river,
She was:.feeding her flock on the Hills of Glenshee.
I stood on amazed, says I, "Bonnie lassie,
If you will but go to Jamestown with me,
A bright carriage you'll have to ride at your leisure,
I'll make you my bride, O lass of Glenshee"
"I don't care at all for your horses or carriages,
I don't care at all for your bold quality.
I'd sooner be here in my own counteree, sir,
A-feeding my flock on the Hills of Glenshee.
"Don't tease me no longer, nor cause me to blunder,
Nor cause the folks all(to wonder at me) for to laught at me
As they ride by me in their chariot and horses,
To hang their heads low at the lass of Glenshee."
I took her lily white hand and I gently embraced her.
At length she consented to go along with me.
"There's no one but you to step into my castle."
My heart soon belonged to the lass of Glenshee.
Long years have passed since we were united,
Since changes(were )brought, but it brought no change in me: was
For my love is as pure as the roses of summer,
My heart is as white as the Hills of Glenshee.
The lark may forget to sing in the morning,
Bright Phoebe might forget to shine oter the lea,
But never will I, as long as I have my senses,
Forget to be kind to the lass of Glenshee.
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THE "BOLD TRELLITEE"
There was a ship in the North counteree
Sailing up for the lowland seas
There was a ship in the North counteree
She sailed by the name of the Bold Trellitee
She was cruising in the lowland, lie so low,
She was cruising in the lonesome sea.
She had not sailed two days or three
Sailing up for the lowland seas
She had not sailed two days or three
Before she came to the Turkey Degree
She was cruising in the lowland, lie so low
She was cruising in the lonesome sea.
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Up spoke the captain, "What will we dof (etc.)
We'll lose our ship and all of her crew,
They'll sink us in the lowland, lie so low,
They'll sink us in the lonesome sea."
Up spoke our little cabin boy (etc.):
"What will you give me if I will destroy,
If I sink her in the lowland, lie so low,
If I sink her in the lonesome sea?"
"I'll give you gold and I'll give you fee (etc.),
And my oldest daughter your wedded wife shall be
If you sink'em in the lowland, lie so low,
If you sink'em in the lonesome sea."
He bent upon his breast and away swam he (etc.),
He swam till he came to the Turkey Degree,
She was cruising in the lowland, lie so low,
She was cruising in the lonesome sea.
He had a little augur that was fitted for the use (etc.),
He bored five and twenty holes in the bottom of the sluice
And he sunk ‘em in the lowland, lie so low,
And he sunk 'em in the lonesome sea.
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He bent upon his breast and back swam he (etc.),
He swam till he came to the Bold Trellitee,
She was cruissing in the lowland, lie so low,
She was cruissing in the lonesome sea.
"Captain, Oh Captain, take me on board (etc.),
Come, be unto me just as good as your word,
For I sank ‘em in the lowland, lie so low,
For I sank 'em in the lonesome sea."
"No, no, I'll not take you on board (etc.),
But I*1l be unto you just as good as my word,
For you've sunk tem in the lowland, lie so low,
For you've sunk tem in the lonesome sea."
"If it wasn't for the love that I had for your men (etce),
I'd do unto you as I did unto then,
I'd sink you in the lowland, lie so low,
I'd sink you in the lonesome sea."
He bent upon his breast and on swum he (etc.),
He drownded by the side of the Bold Trellitee,
She was cruissing in the lowland, lie so low,
She was cruissing in the lonesome sea.
291
THE NEWBURGH JAIL
Come listen, kind friends, I'll sing you a song,
It's only a short ono, it won't keep you long:
CHORUS: Says right fal the diddle daddle,
Whack ! fal the diddle daddle,
Right fal de day.
I'll tell you how I was arrested while taking my ale,
They then shoved me down in the old Troy jail,
CHORUS: (etc.)
In jail they kept me without a trial,
Then they shoved me down into old Governor's Isle.
On the island they kept me, 'tis then without charge,
Put me in irons for buying the guard.
If old Morgan should undertake to arrest me again,
I'll break his old head and skedaddle again.
As I was going to Newburgh, not thinking no harm,
Up walked old Morgan, takes me by the arm;
Says, "Cheery, I've got you, it's now without ale,
I'll now waltz you back into the Newburgh jail."
One night amongst us boys a plan we did lay,
To break off our irons, once more get away.
We take off our irons and pipe for a boat,
We scarcely got clear 'fore the guards they did shoot.
The balls went whistlin' all around my head,
I fell on the ground, sayin* "By Jesus, I'm dead 1"
Since I left Newburgh not far from that spot,
There's once left there that they never forgot.
Now I'm seven times arrested but have always got clear,
Don't you think I've been lucky, or I wouldn't have been here!
I've came to the conclusion to end this short song,
It's never in one place I hardly stop long.
12.
13.
45.
293
I don't weep for gold, she says,
Nor I do not weep for fee,
But if I was worth “ten thousand pounds
So freely I'd give it to thee
If I could once more go on yonder shore
My two little babes to see, 0 see « « eo
They hadn't sailed much more than three weeks,
Three weeks, scarce coming four,
Before there was a leak sprung up on their deck
And her cries were heard no more, O more e« e« .«
Three times around went our gallant ship,
Three times
Three times
around sailed she;
around went our gallant ship,
And she sunk to the bottom of the sea, 0 sea « « o
Vay a curse
May & curse
May a curse
To persuade
bé onto the ship's carpenter,
do them for life;
be onto the ship's carpenter
away another man's wife, Owife « « e
ave
THE SHIP'S CARPENTER
It's pretty well met to my own true love,
It's pretty well met, says he;
1. It's pretty weil met to my own true love,
Long time I've waited for thee, O thee,
A long time I've waited for thee. (etc. repeat last lines),
I'm married to a house carpenter,
And a jolly house carpenter is he;
4- By hin I have two little babes,
And I can't belong with thee, 0 thee .. .
What have you to keep me on
De For to keep me from slavery?
I have ships all on yonder sea,
Sailing from sea to dry land,
Besides I have three hundred twenty sailor lad,
They'll be at your command, O mand .. .e
She dressed herself in richery attire,
And so gaily where she did dress
She went a-walkin' up and down the deck
With her dress all glittering gold, 0 gold...
8.
They hadn't sailed much more than two weeks,
Two weeks had scarce come, and three,
Before she was heard to cry on deck
And to weep most bitterly, Oly...
Do you weep for gold, says he,
Or do you weep for fee,
ll. Or do yeu weep for the house carpenter
That you left when you canealong with me, O me « e »
UNIVERSITY OF MAINE 4 Orono
Department of Music 123 Lord Hall
Orono, Maine 04473
207/581-7534
20 October '76
Dear Norman,
Herewith, xerox of my notes on Halpert's tape
collection at Indiana U. Hope you can follow my cryptic
quicky-notes T & M for text and tume similarities. For
many songs marked both TM, the versions from other
members of the Edwards family are the only ones similar
to the tunes used for the same songs by George Edwards —
hence my curiosity as to family relationships. I'll
try Lyn Kimball on that, she may have more detail on
the family tree.
The last page of this sheaf, marked 185, is an
index to my tape copy of some of those numbers, obtained
earlier. J think I made a duplicate of the tape for
you, but if not, I can easily do so.
Best,
(id)
Tape: /200' Scotch 202.
CATSKILL DOCUMENTARY #10: dubs from the
Songs by George Edwards =
collection of Bob Black (via exchange). Note: recording defects are
va . '
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we
, evident in openings of #1, 2, 8, and pervade #9, 10, //, 15, 16, 17, 18.
CW ig Ah 3 ~ wa povei) ATI. urn lew
icig sesh ide /: / OF Brennan on the Moor. 4:43. 6147 bie, p U
on <> 2 O23 Cutting Down The Pines. 4:13. £72.2:
C4 ¢ 5: 3 pe The Lord of Scotland. 3:3/. 5/3,5
xX 215° Johnny McGuire. 2:48. 613.6 — b13.7
Xx s AT Mattie Grove. 6:13. 613 C- £)3 /
LY > § #2 The Shade of the Palmetto. 2:18. 643.30
x 7 229 The Major's Britches. 3210. 6/4.) - £14, 2
X &é SE2 The Handsome Cabin Boy. 1356. # 24.2
i sie 2: 9
The Banks of Sweet Dundee (portions missing). 32256
The Days of
The Two Jolly Butchers.
—
/
1:68. °/5.7-$16,2
1:54. oF | fe
12 [22 Fare You Well, My Own True Love. 2:03. 4)
'Forty-Nine.
13}. Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low. 3:25.
14 245° Johnny Riley. 2:29. ¢/&./
15 20] A Bold, Brave Bonair. 3:00. iE. # =~ LIES
. 16:72 The Rose of Ardeel. 1:55. 6/26
3] =< 17 492 RRMMANEgEpeee nin a ee te
a The Green Mossy Banks of the Lea. 1:35. 5.0. /-4/6,6
2 (‘om 18 4°. The Rolling Stone. 2:45. 6/67
ee 19 S’s5 The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bethneil Green. 2:28.
20 {21 The Bonny Laboring Boy (opening 3v. only). 222, of
Tune relatives: #6, The Bright Sunny South.
#8, related to The Flat River Raftsman, but in 4/4,
Hil like last half of The Dens of {retand.
#16, portion of b like The Jackets of Blue,
also reiated to Pretty Sairo.
4') 4 +f
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ENGLISH,
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LMY claims to have written the words,
Re sPot 3
lalmost verbatim like G&;
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PAGS 3
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fekat- T M
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up song) 7M :
set them to the music... J
De.y Sens of Yarrow, or Seven sons 44
“learned from mother" J
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Backwoodsuan) TM
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Pe ect wows
ad
Morning(corawood song)
$43 $43
$13 113
ies. Mouse(Froz and the Louse) 7M 135 = 135
. nent St 7S an ~,
wFCSEN Va +e iaus uiadr song)
™ [i] 65
hear: 65
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The Giri I Left Behind. 38 38
> “4 « _ / ~ sae
Polly Lie .tusing(Polly Oliver
VGetanoties [= variant of Derry Down]
As 57
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ft aa A Foor Unworthy Stranger(foor Wayzaring Stranger—
6
Hysm) ha
Last Winter Was a Hard One ™
How Hapny's Every Child of Grace(hyun)
Passing a Garden(hyun)
‘Soldier's Joy
Fisner's Hormpipe
No title—-a hornpize
Devil's Dream
arkansas Traveller [just fiddle tune]
No title—dance
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Songz about Rock Hill(local songz)
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miveriee\ Peter Eaerly) TM S
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Ta Ds cm mie » » | §% = - 34 m
winicce conge-un a Cold and Frosi:y Homing x
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aS Do wac aewolkinc{drowned lover) x
NO title droimed lover) empdbdat x
AWGie, «wake you Growsy sleeper 7M 50
4
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te ae ne ae cae ace as rr ee ee
Come all you good people({song of an accident) X
Coie ald you(cont.) x
Cole Younger : | X
Cole Youriger(cont.) x
@
~
107
107
7™M &
iicCarry's Rocks or the Shanty Boys(Jan on Gerry's pace
1) New, kind friends, I'm soing to mention x
2) Bid adieu to old Ireland(two cheeks as red as a
rose)
3) Story(sounds
4) Stroy of the
starey)
2
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Jolly Thrasher &6
Jacket so blue ™ = but in minor] 42
Mw Ww S454. op eS ee ST A oe A
SSC 0 aN a8 CV OS ON ON TS ee ON ON OR MD ON ON OD OW US
Concerning a Sailor(Green beds) (errors) x
Yo title(Councillor's Daughter) x
Betsy tne pride of Exsa Well: X
Prentice Boy(confused) x
108
TM 60
Come all you tender maidens(the pride of Love, Uy
Boston Burglar(conZused) 7™ [1]
X
86
42
108
60
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Pes
ATL # title T M singer comments
187.6 Bold Jack Donahue [107] X Chauncey Blackmore [text remote]
7A Farmer's Son/Shanty Boy x 5 id *Edwards Fami
28,29 The Backwoodsman TM H130«1130—=O! —
e/O0 Boney Quillan stories xX xX ad
188./ more - ' xX X George Swarthout
_ Shove Arcund the Grog TM 162 162 id "by Quillan’
8 Rich Merchant s Daughter 58 37 William Warmouth
189.2 Barbara Allen Xx xX "
oa Ceyvii/Farmer's Wife $3/ X Reuben Edwards Pepacton NY
.48 O Lampkins x x oo"
°5 Lord Lovel TM 32A 32A " [serious form]
6 Roving Irishman TM f2/) 42] " *Edwards fami i;
a) Little Scotch Girl TM 47 127 127 ” *Edwards fami ls
0/0 Jack Gardner TM 7 7 Walter Warmouth "Pennsylvania
lumber song”
190.2 Potter County Maid KX 1143 " la phrase only]
es Texas Rangers TM 20 20 + Coommon ly so]
4 Heenan-Sayers fight X 113 George Swarthout
°5 Old Miser TH 47 47 Walter Warmouth [last 2 verses]
26 Edward Hollehan = Per Emberley TM 5 5 -
07 Bill the Weaver TM 134 134 sd
19/.2 Cutting Down the Pines TM 2 2 Tom Kelly
(text just like GE: Bravy's shanty; "it was composed by me;" no refrain,
03 Jam on Gerry's Rock TM 4 4C Tom Kelly Ceommon ]
04 Flat River Rdtsman ™ 6 6 ™ . Leommon ]
05 ft was ona bright May's morning X 145 -
26 Paper of Pins [T relative] 35 xX on
°7 (lakes of Pontchartrain] X 102 “ *Edwards family
~10 Island of Jamaica TM See > i Just like GE)
3 [does "galliant ship" refer to "galleon"? tune very similar]
192.1 Old Spotted Cow a) x on [not common tun
3 Frog/HMouse, Rowley form 1325 X Chauncey Blackmore
°8 Henry Green/Arsenic Tragedy TM 65 65 Tom kelly
a] Pride of Glencoe 25 X Chauncey Blackmore
193.4 Jack Gardner TM 7 7 "Dick" Edwards Ltune aaaa form
02 Handsome Fair Maid x x ”
3 Andrew Gardee, Child 250 x X sd
04 William Cue ‘Child 1/0) x x "
05 Charles Grey x xX id
Pe S
ATL # title T M singer comments
193.6 Plains of Illinois TM } 84 84 "Dick" Edwards only other
7 «Little Game Cock (Child 1/2) X 142 ” — oe
[*Edwards family form: GE also sings it same way, see below]
8 Little Scotch Girl, Child 28! TM { 127 127 ad *family forr
9 Greenwood Sidey, Child 20 67 [38] " (Girt | lef:
Behind Me: tur
e/O0 Minister Preaches the Gospel xX 49 ”
e/1 [Petticoat Lane] 7M 1 39 39 Charles Hinckley *family fors
0/2 Johnny Collins (Child 8&5) X xX on
194.1] Hills of Last Chance TM 149 149 al
02 [comments on composing songs J sig
_ It was on a Monday morning TM 29 29 ” [4 stanzas]
04 Jam on Gerry's Rock TM 4 40 "
«6 Johnny German [The Rainbow] TM 23. 23 Jake Loucks the only TM}
27,210 Shantyman's Life 7 ] / / ”
“banks of the old Delaware” — only such text
08 Bold Soldier 7M 45 45 - very similar
«fd Blind Beggar's Daughter TM 32 i P4 - very similar
195.1 Young Collins (Child 8/) x x ”
02 Devil/Farmer's Wife 435 [1/35] -
text very like MY; and [rare] so is final refrain; internal ref.whistle
09 Sweet Betsy from over the Main 56 X Sidney Storms Nou,
196./0 Arkansas Traveler, story + fiddle 84X 84X Ivins Mekelvey PN,
198, / Greenland [Whale] 89 X John W. Ford ? Node
oJ Devil/Farmer's Wife | $3/ X Doris Tice ? Ned,
conttaved>-pr-G-ef -Arehtives-tndexr
477.2 The Bounty Jumper TM [1/1] 17 17 Irving Grant Nod.
ararity; S-verse text, refrain; "you can shoot me and be damned",
3 = « Xx Irving Grant
continued, p. 6 of Archives index.
Pugs 6
2 ae = x cr no Me § Tr Oh oe Pero ry (XU UP Vere T T Fre las ¥ tau
ani LiISH, Velie, bvdsce get | Oe 6 eee v YCnE, veka Tx, deel aale dy 1339
~~ Tape No. Rec. Sige Strin — Title T M Child No.
Te SR ee SS SS
- oe < a oe , a = ? -
Churles 453.17 25 3B 2 No sisvie {(cante Zable) (bandy) (Mddler
Grant bats on virtue of his wiltc)
a 194, me - ee —- nm -- hig o depe Ex 46 es -.7 ae ~**% ee ie OL r4
roll POs seews GS deans au VLOavoulTes, -*e + @9 muSus it) Zs S596
X file [rare |
Martin 484.2 25 0 ok a Dan vazel in the Shade of argyle
Montonyea | \orin Co Brash)
Aged SS [tune very similar including the refrain]
454.2 26 ~ &
25 sh a, House Curperteox 73 x 243
[F343 27 2A L No Title (Bachclor'’s Hall) Xx x
220% 7 a * 2 Tae Oyster Girl x Xx
- 2 oe -_ > i > <2. ce f ..@ ~
le rh i Ranzed iy Som (pus, conversation onxX xX
Singing contest) 12
£5248 23 A li2 Billy connson Fran the “ar Department Came
(unfinished) .\song scems confused) xX x
1 The Bonny Bonny Boy 36 xX
' wecda secords made in recording room, Devartment of LEO POLST ‘
GawwLls University, on September 12, 1939. George idwards fron near
-ulexa, cullivan County, N. Y.
29 a iL . Bad strip. Not dubbed.
Gsorgs 434,33 29 «=O oodiB 4 Brignt Sunny South 7M 18 18
Edwards , last phrase: Ay 64 5 b32/ U 56b7 1
: 484.9 sO A . (a) The Cunberlcnd Crey
(o) Discussion
Cumberland Crew #/5, but The Merrimac #/6 1/6 [/6] [same as Wh
HARA OR He a Aa HEH 3 HE RE KOK EE OR AO OE ROE ROR
2&4
485.1 sO. 6B 1 Tho Cuckoo =A'Walkin’ & A-Talkin' 33 33
“all the beauties of a fair maid will soon fade away"=rhymed with decay
il
3
ce)
435.2 30 B&B 2 arly, sarly in the Spring xX xX
SL oA de Bad strip, Not dubded.
t35..95 oh, ost 2 Lown oy the Green Suskes Where Ee Thix:s to
Clrish form of Green Bushes usually has tune like #87]
485.4% a a 2 Young Charlotte (in prurt) XxX SX
( - 7 . ae
Mee 435.5 ~ 3B 4 fair Sally the Qusen (last line not recorded) . 235
secondary
Fate
Page 7
ENGLISH, U.S., NEW JenSiY & NE: TORK, VOLTE, H.LPERT, 1939
Tans No. Rec. Side Strinr Zt Le T M
485.6 ao +A i [rs Rieh Merchants 7M 58 58
£55.27 SZ 4 2 “ave and Ear Eorns (cont. on Bel)
™M 120 20
435.s wee 3 af KUcse and a3TP 520 23S c Hts
455569 cous a 3 nw2nn's .Creen Ei>Sz0 7™M 72 72
curtous variant for Ist b phrase, cadence is 6-8-5/6 - -]
253020 oo a i 6 , Sade OO; tac coOuntain Brow 26 26
35 oak, was A 2 John Lonzs="s =-71 (intro reduction )
§ verses & refrain/ 159 159
So B a John Hovrsr's Hill
cerry d chorus )
rm
Side
(in part)
AE ib BK OE BRAK OR 6 25a Fike 36 IK ORK 25 ACI He BE OR EE Be RK OKO Oe 2 aE oe aE
lovs song) xX xX
405. SS 6B 2 James Rossrg (loca
~~ ; TMi 65, 65
(3862 SA 2d Henry Green (xcurder songz) (1 verse
RM 107 x
he Sa Oa Wild Coloniad Soy (Mild Columbian Boy)
Willy sesaver (ill the “eaver) 1/34 xX
Captain 224d (cont. on S5A-1) x xX
Ceommon tune form, in minor]
a
p)
»
S365 s&& 6B a
h |
2
-
33.43 SS A Captain Xidd (sont.)
tne 102
ical oS -A Lakes Upon ths Plains (Creole cart)
= Lakes of Sonviukartrain 7
{25.8 vo «6S Jack Wiiliars xX xX
155 oY oS 3B 2 The Vhite Fawn Wie (bawdy ) xX x
[tune is somewhat like Bold Brave Bonair #125]
455240 ~S aA i Jack Gardner (local sonz) 7M 7 ‘J
"from Pennsylvania...near Jamestown, New York’!
soLlowing records made at Colrzbia University, September 13, 1959 cy
Swacy Bozarth, aged 74, of Bu
Cctoun, New Jersey.
436.i1 36 A 2 Sweet Dundee (Lanks of Sweet Dundee)
(a little more than a verse) 49 XxX
486.12 35 B i iiss lig when I’m Gone (in part) xX xX
£86.15 s& B 2 Jim the Carter's Lud {in vart) 90 x
455.44 ~s 8B 3 Ccorge :2s Burieé in « aong White Sheet
(. VSrse with repstition)}
Sie wal ~~. =#B é; carory Allsn (odd verses) X XxX
RRR AAR Ba os A aE Ig a ig He SE aeak ye R R ackle aak e
(local song with down,
not the common tune for this either
7™M
~Eiididl
NOT the
common tune
sung by C,H,
*family form
209
ae en a ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ep eee ge eR a Be Tee eee
Pe &
ATL # title T M singer comments
487.2 The Cuckoo TMI! [3 vejJ [rare] 33 33 Sroy Bozarth Buddtown, Node
e3 House Carpenter 72 xX ve
e4 Mount Holly Jail, text relative /57 xX - tune Badger Hil,
09 Rolling Sea [Golden Vanity] 66 x ”
e/0 Down by the Greenwood Sidey 67 X ad
488./ Will the Weaver [garbled] 134 x ”
e3a As / Walked Out...Riversidce xX 49 * second half -~bc
0e3b The Merrimac 16 49 ad same --ba
490.3 Down by the Greenwood Sideylfrag. ]67 X Charles Bozarth Tabernacle N.v,.
7 There was an old woman 134X xX -
0/3 Yankee Man-Cf-War [Mexico ref. ] !3 48 -
0/4 Will the Weaver 134 xX "
ofl Mount Holly Jail, text relative 1/57 Xx ei
496.8b,.9 Star of the County Down x 49 ” Leommon for this
563.2 Down by the Greenwood Sidey 67 X Lydia Gyderson MteHolly, N.Jw193
o7 Jolly Thrasher 8&6 xX ai
ell Cambric Shirt -also 565.2 39 xX ad
©/6 Lord of Scotland - also 565./ 64 xX -
0/7 Away to Wisconsin = Rolling Stone 82 xX "
565.4 Lord Lovel, serious 32X X il
05 The Mermaid [frag. ] 70 Xx .
©6 Golden Willow Tree 66. Xx ad
08,29,2/0 Old Spotted Cow Mtl xX -
0/4 Unhappy Jeremiah 128 xX i tune Barbara Allen
(type 2)
570 to 600 not heard.
EO0/,/ Handsome Cabin Boy 1938 x X James Edwards Livingston Manor N.Y
e2,¢3 Flat River Raftsman TM 6 6 - Cuba; doughnut;
Montana = *family...
04 Captain Walker's Courtship 119 x "
05 Cutting Down The Pines TM [frag.] 2 2 ”
°©6 The Merrimac - TM] 16 16 - fami Rody ygusuel)
09 Petticoat Lane Tm; 39 39 " *family tune
0/0,.f# Lakes of Pontchartrain X 102 sd *family tune, see GE
version 486.7
0/5 Erin's Green Shores 7M 72 72 ” *family tune
Pe 9
ATL # title T M singer comments
602./,.2 The Days of '49 [twice] 7M 85 85 James Edwards [common]
03 Jam on Gerry's Rock TM 4 4C ad Leommon ]
04 Bonny Laboring Boy TMt*** 5/ S/ Frank Edwards -Livingston Manoil
- the only version besides GE that not only uses this tune, but has
the rare feature of b phrase cadence on tonic...*family form,
06,269 Jam on Gerry's Rock, TM 4
4C Frank Edwards Leommon ]
o7 John Riley TMiii **** 22 22 James Edwards *family form
highly unusual usage, like GE; tune is ornamental 2nd-half form
of tune 795. But James Edwards ends most phrases on tonic, whereas
GE form alternates sub-tonic and tonic endings. Reuben Edwards also
uses this tune, see 62/,6. |
. errr Lno refrain] x 159 James Edwards lOerry down,]
ell,o./2 Kate and her Horns $20 56 ” [tune in major.
0/3 Bright Sunny South TM****[prarej] 18 ig@
0/4 Roving Irishman TM f2/ 2/1 " *family form
603./ The Bold Trelitee TM**** 66 66 - same title/
“but uses only 2nd half of the tune, with @ variant /st half.
02,23 Texas Rangers TM 20 20 James Edwards le ommon ]
7 Jolly Stage Oriver Tm*** 86 86 Frank Edwards [only other Th
very similar,
604.2 Captain Walker's Courtship-also 119 119 ad -very similar
604. /6
03 Will You Go Out West, TMIsiIt 83 83 Miller Teeple the only TM
see text separately; sung with guitar acc. =-repeated on 604.5
4 Devil/Farmer's Wife {3/ (X) James Edwards rare: refrain
has text and —
v-f like MY |
08 King David and Uriah X 49 sad [GE sings this
off The Oumb Wife YM,.."alike & alasi"/29 1/29 "
1/3 Shanty Boy/Farmer's Son xX 5 Frank Edwards
~/4 [/t was early one Monday morning] 29 52 ae
e/5 Maid on the Mountain Brow TM 26
again on 605./..."Lateli fell a-member," same as GE version...
lines
same way:625.8
3
26 Frank & James Edwards
6054/4 Petticoat Lane 7M, weeeam /1,3,2,4 39 39 James Edwards Lrare; Reuben
cf.628./4 Edwards same! ]
05 The Days of Forty-Nine TM 85 e5 Ceommon ]
°©6 John Riley T™ as on 602.7 22 22 ”
07 Flat River Raftsman TM 6 6 " Cas on 60/.2,.3]
606.2 [Golden Vanity] 66 X Allen Sprague, Pemberton, N.v.
03 Kerry Recruit 'M/ frag. i] M1 [Musha...refrai
04 Darby Ram 142 xX
eS Yankee Man-~Of-War, Mexico 13 x ”
°6 [local song] xX 128 "
28 Cumberland Crew 7 [frag.] 15 15 od Ceommon ]
09 The Merrimac [frag.] 16 2
e/O Littie Mohee x 6 ”
0/2 Paper of Pins, text relative 35 ee
0/4 Nottingham Fair, text relative 137 x -
cont'd: ATL index p. 1/14, ATL 6/3
(~ * =
NGLISHZ U.S5.3 Node, NoXo& FEMNA.3 1938; WHITE; HERBERT HALTER?
~~ NOTE: + indicates NC tape dub */85... | |
Tepe Noe Rec. Sids Strip Title | rT M Qaiid Ko.
Ivine Grenr 13.1 65 A A Up Spoke The cock(1 verse and repeat) - 289
[Coltier's
Mills, Neve 6.502 65 A 2 Tune wrong |
6:33 65 A 3 Onct I heard of an Old Man x xX
. George Edwards613.), 65 B 1 + Pinewoods(Cutting Dow The Pines)7/“ 2 2
(1938) 43,5 66 A 1 + The Lord of Scotland 7 64 64 Ct*é«SS
613.6 66 B 1,2%3 + Johnny McGuire — x xX 110
613.7 67 A 1 Johnny He Guire(last verses repeated) 110
613.8 67 A 2 + Mathie Grose Xx X a
413.9 67 3B 2 Mathie Grose(cont.) +
™ 19 19 .
413.10 68 A 1 + The Shades of Leafo Meadow er The Dying
Soldier
HICH HEE HHH
Ee 6ly.1 68 A 2 + Major's Britches [133] 128
[text like Trooper-Tailor story, tune = Grats of Jeremiah ]
614.2 68 B 1 + Major's Britches(cont.) .
31403 68 B 2 +. Handsome Cabin Boy | xX xX
| dim Edwarea olhel 69 A 1 Atta Barbee x. 2 167
-_G. Edwards 614.5 &9 OA 2 Young Coliins(lst verse) x: x xX
: 614.6 6&9 OC«dA 3 Young Collina x | x $5
| Calye 7 69 =A & + Brennan On The Noor ™ 104 104
| 614.8 6&9 B 2 + Brennan On The Moor{cont.)
| 614.9 70 A 1 The Battle of Gettysburg 7m 14 16
| rom this point, George Edwards’ records are less clear becauss he had
arunk too much and began waving his head around to give eapnasis, making
-ecording difficult.
G14. 10 7 B 182 ~~ The Fogsy dew{intro. end smutty version) 7 td
text ts of The Foggy, Foggy Oew...
614.11 7O 3B 3 Islands of Jamaica 7 2, $22 2822
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Tape No. Rec. Side Strip « TMtle T MM Child Ro,
wenrge Fdwarda 614.122 Tl OA 1 Island of Jamaica cont'd /22 1/22
= 61413 TL A 2 Cabbrie Shirt 7™ - 39 39 2
SHH HEA EEE RRA
615.1 m2 B 2 Captain Walker(introduction)//9 1/9
615.2 7i B 2 Bad cut, not recorded m |
615.3 Tl ob 3 | Captain Walker, The Kseper et ai 48
615.4 72 A 2. Fair Panny Moore 7 63. « 63
«es Edwards 615.5 72 =A 3 Arthpr Clyde(1 verse) X50
615.6 72 B 1 arthur Clyde(froa beginning, but mfinished)
George Edwards 615.7 72 3B 2 Lady Leroy 7M 57 57
— 615.8 73 OA 1 Lady Leroy(cont.)
615.9 73 =A 2 Constant Farmem's son 7// 46 46
615.10 73 #=&B 1 Constant Farmer's Son(cont.)
615.11 73 B 2 Sir William Riley 7™ 24 24 [Famed Waterloo
615.12 Th A 1 Yankee Han-of-War 7 3° 13 |
615.13 y/ a \ 2 Dens of Yarrow(dome versed confused) 2s
615.14 7% =B 1 Dens of Yarrow({cont.) 7” 44 44
615.15 7, 38 2,34, Fraguents and verses of “Blackquard® 112
(repeated, below 6/6.6, | 142
Jz FAwed» 615.16 75 A 1 Katie Morey 7. ins 124.
J*HHINIHININHLS ot HHH HHH HHH
2 = Ship Carpenter 7 73° «93 243
1 = Ship Carpenter(cont. ) . 243
2 Paul Jones ™ . 8 8
A
B
B
Buxnmemmiyesid 616,43 76 & 2 + Banka of Sweet Dundee 7 860949 «49
B 1 + Barys of Sweet Dundee +0°
A
Fragments of Child #112 cr. above, 6/5./5
»
eo Se cee oe Ge oe om, eS Se a oe oe
‘
. BidizabBt: Mianer 9 617. 6
Fepacton, tude
_ @. sdwards
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Tape Ho. Rea. Sids Strip Title rT OM Chitd No.
616.7 77 =OA 3 + Old Tom Hoore(Days of 49) 7™ 85 85
616.8 77 2B 1 Old Tom Moore(cont.)
™ 48 48
616.9 7 2B 283 Cut 2, bad. 3, Young Edwin Dear({Ede
a win in The Lowlands(1st lines only)
416.10 77 3B h Willie Hewland(Shooting of his Dear)
(4n part) :
616.1. 78 A 1 Thero Has a Lady Lived in York 67 / 20
Lin --ba form, like Barbara Allen type /...]
6146.12 78 A 2 Ander Bardee(1 verse and repeat) < <x 167
616.13 78 B 1 As ZI Walked Out One Evening x xX
| JHIHHHHHHHMHHHISHE HEHE HHD
617.1 76 2B 2 Cambris Shirt 7M***** 39 39 a
617.2 9 +#«A 1 Lord Lovellserious form] 32X xX 75.
617.3 7 %& 2 Bonny Blade(Dumb Wife Cured) 7 /29 129
(without refrain)
617.4 7 #=&B 1 David's Hotal(locally made up song) 37
617.5 77 1 6 8 62—CS Two Jolly Butchers 7 105 105
Lsame tune as MY! cf. 624.4 below, and repeat 6/7.7]
8 A 1 Ander Bardee — xX xX 167
617.7 8 3B + 182+ The Jolly Butchers 7” 105 105
617.8 80 B 3h + Fare-You-Well My Own True love 43 43
7 (True Lover's Farewall, and discussion)
617.9 Sl A 1 ‘The Old Spotted Cow(Yorkshire pital //! pout all min
“eeeTune is in major [untike #1//18], but refrain is in minor —on 624.6/!!
617.10 sl B lL + The Lowlands Lox(Edwin in the kowlents)
AHHINHBHIHBBEH SHE GHG tHE
618.1 82 A 2 + Jokn Riley TM 22 22
618.2 82 A 2 Little Cabin Boy 7™M 55 - la rarity/ ]
618.3 a2 B 1 Little Cabin Boy{cont.)
68h 82 B 2 + Sold Sallor(The Nightingale) 7 /25 125
Csailor, not soldiers]
ee ae ee ee ee ee ee eee
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Tape Mo. Rec. Side Strip Title r mM Child No.
Csorge dwar 618.5 83 A 2 + Bold Sailor(cént.) [7] 125 125
— 618.6 83 oA 2+ Rose of Ordeal | xX xX
618.7 8> A 3 + "Long The Green Mossy Banks By The Lee
618.8 83 B 1 ‘Long The Panks(cOnt.) ~ e
618.9 83 B 2+ The Stones That Goes Rolling Will Gather
Ho Mosa(Wisconsin Emigrant) 7 62 62
618.10 S&, A 12 ‘The Maid On The Shore =§=§=° ™ 74 7% [= 748]
Frank Kawards 618.11 8 B 3&2 Girl I Left Behind 7 ~~ 38 [/2] *family for:
618.12 8 8B 3 Charlie(2 lines and repeat) ae a 209
618.13 8& B & Bonny Blade 7 very simitar 129 129 [w.refrain]
618.14 85 A 1 Onto Yonders Green Mountaintunfinisiied)
618.15 85 A 2 Dow By The Greenwood Sidey 67 [3a] 2
(tune = Girl / Left Behind Me]
~ JEHREHEBHEH tees
619.1 85 A 3 Bonny Blade(Dum> Wife Cured) 7” (29 /29 "alike & ala:
619.2 85 B 1 No title given(unfinished) © x 42 2
| [note that GE sings same form, see 6/5./6, 6/6.6]
Jane. .awards 619.3 8 B 2 Paddy McGuire i a
_ ¥.B.cwards 619.4 8 38 3 Paddy McGuire(4n part)
619.5 86 A 2 As TI Arose The Other Day x
619.6 86 A 2 . dolly Thrasher 7M,very close 986 9&6
John Wsbt, $19.7 86 A 3 Aa I Walked(Bold Volunteer) 125 X
Whitings, #.J. |
019.8 8 B 1 = As I Walked(cont.)
619.9 8% B 2 ,Onct I Heard Tell of An Old Men x Xx
619.10 X-86A 1 Pretty Polly(rolly Oliver) x xX
619.11 X-86 A 2 Bad cut, not recorded
‘ 619.12 X-8$ B 1 = Pretty Polly(cont.) xX xX
\ 619.13 87 A 2 Onct I Heard Tell of An Old Men X xX
619.14 87 A 2 Bold Soldier(Soldier's Wooing) (mfisisnda)
ATL # title T M
62/.3 Dixie's Sunny Land X 165
e4 Good Ship Cumberland “6 13
06 Johnny Riley TM**** 22° Ze
09, e/l Lakes of Pontchartrain[like GEJX 102
singer
William /reland, Manasquam, N.Vv,
hi
Reuben Edwards
i?
Pe 18a
comments
¥
OPER ees OF hire
*family form
ae a PACE 19
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g | | Tape No. Rec. Side Strip Title T MM Gaild Fo,
Reuben Edwards 621.10 93 Bad cut, not recorded
621.11 93
621.12 93
Orleans(cont.) [Pontchartrain] X 102°
Jam On Gerry's Rock 7// 4 4C [eommon |
621.14 9h
621.15 Fl
621.16 9%
A ol
A 2
A 3
621.13 93 +B | Bad cut, not recorded
A 1
A 2. No title [same cont'd]
A 3
Still The Laure] wear x x
THEE HH HHS
622.1 9%, OB lL First Wight I Come Home | Xx xX 27h
622.2 9% B 2. Girl I left Behind 7 38 [12] like GE
622.3 95 & 1 Girl I Left Behind(cont.)
apm sttwahGs 622.4 95 B 1 Bold Reynard | X xX
R. icawards 622.5 95 B 2 Frog and The Mouse(unfinished) /35 x
Elisabeth 6.22.6 96 A i John Webner M-. & and. 163
Kisner |
Pepacton,N.Y. $47 96 8B - Young Prince of Spain | X xX
62.8 96 B 2 Gresnland's Icy Mountains(odd verses) ~
622.9 97 «OA | Three Sons of Yore = Three Rogues//O Xx
522.10 97 A 2 Dow In Cupid's Carden | x x
George Edwards,622.J1 97 B 1. BetsyB ™ lg <li ie
Claryville, N.I. core |
JHHIHHISHHIBHI SE EEHEHEHBHE LK HEHE
TM 32 32
623.1 98 A $1+ Blind Beg:ar's Daughter of Bethelin Green
623.2 98 A 2+ Bonny Laboring Boy 7 [3v. only] 5/. 5!
623.3 98 8B 1 Bonny Laboring Boy(cont. ) 5! 5]
623.4 98 8B 2 William Cook [tune = Bold Soldier]X 45
Lobserve, p.20, that Bold Soldier was sung shortly after, 623.6]
623.5 9 «COA 2 Sonny Blade(Dumb Wife Cured) 7M: (29 /29
‘as on PAGZ 20
AN.ISHy UeS.3 Mode,y HYo & PEMMA.3 19333 WHITEs HERBERT BALPENT
sgopge Edwards6’3.6 99 ~+«OA 2 = Beld Soldfier(Soldfer's Wooing)7M. 45 45
6237 99 «C= 1 = Bold Soldier{cont.)
623.8 99 «6B 2 The Shanty Coy and The Farmer's Somx 5 *family forn
62329 99 «2B 3 The Lasa/Hills, of Mlenshee 7™ 28 28
§23.10 100 A i The Lass(cont.)
623.11 100 A 2 You Have-A—Dens of Ireland 7/ 59 59
623.12 100 B 1 Last Monday's Norming(The Bacinwoddim)! /2°
623.13 100 8B 2 Willie Taylor | X x
Pe eee Cee eer er re rere crt eee rt
S2kelgds3 X~lLOO A 1,283 Bad cuts, not recorded
E2inely X-1CO A 20 &)—SOTwo Jolly Butchers 7” 105 105 [like my]
6205 — XL0O A 865 = Little Cabin Boy(unfinished)J7¥ 55 55
624.6 X%-]00 B 1 Spotted Cow{Yorkshire Bite) 7/ 1118 1118 (allt minor]
b9e7 1cL A L Little Scotch Girl TM! 127 127 261
o.eS = LOL A 2 William Riley({Cocleen Bam) 7” 52 52
6y9 1OL B 1 Willian itiley(cont.) |
624.10 Z-10L A i Maid On The Shore 7™ 748. 748
Gcb.1l X-10L B 1 Dewy Dens of Yarrow 7M 44 46 2a
64.12 102 & 1 Bad cut, not recorded
624.13 102 A 2 = Jobkany German ['Rainbow!] TM 23. (23
| CSET HEBSL ET 8HAE PETE MOOT ERA ites
625.1 & iff Jolly Stage oriver(verss cuitted) 30 30
102
62502 102 B #2 Jolly Stage Driver(cOnt.)
102
B 3 In Eich$ean lundred and 64(Cresnlend |
Whale Fishery) 7™M 89 89
625-4 13 4 1 Te Bold Trality 7 66 66s
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Tave No. Rec. Side Strip Title rT OM Child Ho.
—— — TM a2. 32
seorze Edwiuris 525.5 103 B i The Jolly Boatsman(Doateman and the Chest)
625.6 103 B 2 _ Plains of I1linois(3 verses and chodasest’
625.37 10, A ¥ The Proud Pedlar x x
625.8 10h A 2 King David(David and Urish, sto.)(in part)..0
[note that on 604.8 James Edwards sings the same combination,
625.9 10h 5B P Katie Morey 7 124 124
625.10 10, B 2 Bounty Jumper(unfinished) 7 17 17
| TM 24
| Frank Edwards 625.1.° 105 & 1 Young William Riley(verse ad a haff)
[frags has same text-tune as GE = rare]
G. Edwards 625.12 105 A 2 Fare You Well(True Lover's farewell)
—-- = TM 43 43
625.13 105 B 1 = Lord of Scotland 7™ 64 64 é38
™M $25 25
626.1 106 A 1 Bold Soldier{Bold Volunteer or The Nightingale)
626.2 106 B 1 Johimy HeGuire x Xx 110
fim Ede 626.3 107 (A 1 Betsy B 7M, quite close*** 56 56
wards
625.4 107 B 1 OXo, My Boy, Not I x xX
626.5 1C7_—=Cso«iB 2 dackie The Sailor Boy(Jack Munroe) (odd verses)
22006 108 =A 2 = Bad. cut, not recorded
| Charles Seeley,676.7, 108 A 2 Bonny Laboring Boy(unfinished) 5/ /2
Couxn's Falis,
nf. é-6.8 10s 8B 1 Little Scotch Girl(in part)(learned from 281
fiidd George Edwards 40 years ago. C.3. not
present when C.E. recorded ballad /27 /27
| 7™M Bx |
626.9 108 8B 2 False Lampkins(2} verses) x x 93
F. ddwards 626.10 108 3B 3 Bold Laupkins{1 verse) Xx x 93
C. Seely 626.11 108 5B 4& Andrew Bordee(2 verses, error inlstx X 67
and interesting compression in 2nd)
626.12 109 A 2 In The Lonesome Scenes of Winter <x x
626.13 109 A 2 A Shantyzan's Life(l verse) 7” / / [not rare]
, Frank . ’
. B Bdwards 626.145 1099 A 3 A Shantyman'’s Life(2 verses) 7 | /
| Franhn Edwards
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74p@ HOe Reco. Side Strip Title | rT OM Coild iio.
626.15 109 & 4 Bad cut, not recorded
626.16 109 +A 5 Bad cut, not recorded
George Edwards 626.17 109 B 1&2 A Shantyaan's Life 7 1 4
YF. Kéwards
@. Edwards
| F. Edwards
626.18 100=C€U A 1 We're Sailing With A Pair Wind 70 70
™ of The Mermaid, but see additional verses: Halpert did not identify
AHH EHIRHBHHHIM AHHE HH
text with the Child baliad, and indeed no mermaid is mentioned...
627.1 10 =O A Lakes of Coleplem 7 7! 67!
2
7™M 123 123
627.2 110 :«€=B 1 As I Arose The Other Day{17 Next Sunday)
-note opening 2 verses not previously included...
627.3 110 B 2&3 Johnny Randal x x 12
627.4 pbb ee 1 Johnny Randal(cont.) xX xX ' 42
627.5 12 A 2 As I Went Walking(Pretty Mowers) x <x
627.6 ll. = s(OA 3 Glencoe(Pride of Glencoe) 7/ 25 25
627.7 1. = B -1 = Glencoe(cont.)
627.8 1. B 2&3 Green Laurel x 8
027.9 112 =«(A i The Gree Laurel cont'd
627.10 1i2. «#B 2 Wars of Troy(Banks of Claudie) xX 52
627.11 12 B 2. ‘The Flat River Raftean ™ 6 6 [common]
627.12 13 A 2° The Flat River Raftman(cénd))
627.13 U3 A 2 Gilmore Green(Paddy McGuire) x Xx
627.144 1133 8B 1 Gerry's Rock(Jam on Gerry's Boek)
628.1 1h OA 1 Bad cut, not recorded
628.2 Us A 2. Squire Hawkins | x xX
628.3 Us & 3 Friends and Neightors I'm Going to Leave
You - the only other known version. ..
-almost word for word the same...
623.4 11, 2B 1 = Friends and Neighbors(cont,)
628.5 bh 8B 2 Roving Irishuan 7) 121121 *family form
c Tape No. Rec. Side Strip Title TM Child Fo,
Charles Seely 628.6 il, B 3 Girl I Left Behind Me ret. [38a] |
§28.7 115 A 1 The Sheffield Apprentice Boy 54 52
628.8 15 B 1 The Girt I Left Behind(cont. from 628.6)
628.9 115 B 2 Two Jolly Butchera(unfinished) TM 105 105
Reuben Edwards 628.10 115 3B 3 Prince of Wale(Coast of Barbary) <« /8 j/1
628.11 116 «OA 2 Bad cut, not recorded
628.12 116 A 2 dacket So Blue ***7M -in minor 42 42
The only known tune-text relative...
628.13 116 ~=B 1 ~=When I Was A Little Boy(poor record)
(again below, 629./) = Lofty Giant 197- 52
628.14 116 3B 2 O Me Rose = Petticoat Lane TM 39 39 2
-~family form-v.f. = lines /, 3, 2, 4 as in James Edwards 605.4...
628.15 117 A sf There Was An Old Woman In Trenton /34x x
CHEECH 1058 9 2922 2 HHH
629 .1y 117
A 2 When I Was a Little Boy oS; so
r | , like 628./3 above |
62922 7 B 1 _ When I Was a Little Boy(cont,) ~
629.3 117 —=COBB 2 Captain Walker 7M) $19 «I19 46
| | -*family for:
029.4, le A a Bad cut, not recorded
$29.5 us A 2 Willy Breman(Brennan The Whit eS! ry) 704 /04
629.6 ns B 122 Two Sistersa(some omissions) x x 10
629.7 1a 38 3 Jack Munroe(odd versas) | x X
629.8 119 =«COA 2 As I went upon a Round Top(no text disceme 112
_ @bleSaffled Knight: like GE and others, *family forn
George Kdwards: 629.9 lig A 2 i'm a Foor Unlucky Chap 7 *#*** /65 /65
refrain "I'll welt the road again” - like Gordon text////
629.10 119 B i I'm a Poor Unluchy Chap(cont.)
627.1 119 B 2 ‘Texas Rangers 7™ 20-20
dim Edw ras 629.12 120 A i A Heartbroken Teauster( parody of nat River -
Raftmun)
CAPES e nee te
| Reeeadenanalitiinatinmamnes uaineien itis iiahedetndeth dhl ieinincerittinaiilenditadhaidhs ciidanantmaitidieaeumnaiesenad ocenase ee
REET SE SS, Ae le <a ar el SR el
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weerge Eiwards
ars. Blisabdeth :
Aisner
7 ape Ho.
630.1
630.2
630.3
630.4
630.5
63.6
Rec. Side Strip Title T M Child No.
120 2B 1 Barby Ellen(imperfectly recalled) xX xX SL,
type 2 tune
120 B 2. Jack wunroe a a
221 A 1 = Jack iHunroe(cont.) —
121 A 2 Farmer's Daughter or Jonnny McGuire xX xX 110
121 B Ll = Farmer's Daughter(cont.) |
121 B 2 = I Was Going to Newburgh(Jail Song) /54 154
122 A 1 The Fride of Glencoe(some cuaissions> 75
122 8B 1 The Banks of Sweet Dundee 49 x
123 A 1 The Robber And The Boy(Yorkshire Bits) ///
123 —OCOA 2 Bad cut, not recorded
123 A 3 Bad cut, not recorded |
123, A 4&5 The Robver and The Boy({cont. but unfinished)
aan npseecasneoenreneniemecenineana at s--------------------none further heard-------------------.----e
123 B 42 There Was An Old Van In Our Town Did Dwell 27
123 = B 2 Soldier's Poor Little Boy
JHIHBHIHIHEHHE GHEE HES SHH
12, A 1 Springfield Mountain
12, 2B i Young Sailor Lad
125 A lL Hym({cane to Mart in a vision)
125 8B . Blank side | 4
126 A 1 Tailor and The Chast(Boarman ond The Chest)
126 A 2. Bonny Irish Boy
126 B L = Bonny Irish Boy(cont.)
126 B 2 tree In The Merry Greenwoods(cumlative
song)
127 A 1 Tree In The i‘erry Greenwoods(cont.)
127 A Salisbury Hills(mde up ty Mart)
127 OB 1 Sweet Perzy Gordon
/
a ee ake ee ee a es carte eae
Notes taken on Herbert Halpert tapes at Indiana's Archives, July 1976.
ATL # title T M singer comments.
(T = "old #" of similar text; M = Hold #" of similar tune; TM-both similar].
181.3.2A Tattle Tale Xx 1388 NYC children ltisket, /tasket
182.1 Come friends and relations xX 1S Fant Wormuth NJ?
02 Rich Merchant s Daughter 58 42 "
e3 Katey Worey TM 12% 124 Shock VWiormuth NJ?
4 Lumberman's Alphabet 3 av ”
[cont'd on ATL index p. 2]
Will You Go Out West: Miller Teeple, with guitar [Lookout, Penna. ] ATL 604,3
_~ TM! |
Where is the girl that'll go out west with me,
We'll find a cosy little place, how happy we will be;
We'll get a little cabin with the ground for the floor,
A deerskin for the window and a plank for the door.
Refrain:
Will you go out west, will you go out west,
Will you go out west with me?
Will you go out west, Oh, will you go cut west,
Say, will you go out west with me?
Now you mustn't be afraid when a-hunting we will go
To chase the antelope or to shoot the buffalo;
When we return at the close of the day,
We'll sing and play a little song to chase our cares away,
Refrain.
Re eee ean: 1 Umm Tere oie ee ere ree Sa
ATL 626./8 The Mermaid, GE:
/. as tn text.
2 The very first roll our ship did sagax strike,
Our captain, he did cry,
"Lord God, have mercy on our souls,
For into the depths we'll dies"
3 While here atone we'll sigh, we will mourn,
While others sport and play,
If | had my Molly along with me,
! would always see the day.
4 Sometimes on deck, sometimes on board,
Sometimes we're here below:
Us poor sailors turned to the mast,
Landlubbers lie down low.
a cal I A ia ei iy Hs a el ie
ATL 627.2 GE Where are you going, my pretty fair maid, opening:
/, As 1? arose the other day
So early Monday's morning,
There / spied a pretty maid
Just as the day was dawning
Refrain
2. Her shoes were black, her stockings white,
And the buckles were of silver,
She had a dark and a rolling eye,
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Refrain
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