Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
The Soldier Traveling From the North / The Soldier Boy / The Bold Dragoon / The Trooper Lad / The Trooper and the Maid (Child No. 299) - Sung by Dillard Chandler of Big Laurel, North Carolina. From the documentary "The End of an Old Song" (1969) about the ballad singer Dillard Chandler and the mountain people of North Carolina. Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in 1967.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/end-of-an-old-song
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Note by Kevin W.:
This is an old English ballad, but sung in the style of the mountain people of North Carolina. Dillard Chandler could neither read nor write but he knew hundreds of songs, some of them very old. They were brought over from England, Scotland and Ireland with the early settlers and lived on in the memory of the mountain singers.
The tune Dillard Chandler uses is a popular ballad tune, I've also heard it used for Barbara Allen (Child 84), The Hanging of Georgie (Child 209), The Gypsy Davy (Child 200), Little Mattie Groves (Child 81) and The Southern Soldier (Roud 4770) by Appalachian mountain singers.
"The Trooper and the Maid" (Child 299) isn't a widely known song in America, although it has been recorded several times in North Carolina and in West Virginia where it seemed to have had the most circulation.
Song transcription:
Well I just sing like I always sung. It's just an “old timey love song,” is what everybody called it a way back.
A soldier traveling from the North
As the moon shine bright and clearly.
The lady knew the gentleman's heart,
Because she loved him dearly.
She took his horse by the bridle rein
And led him to the stable.
“I've hay and oats for your horse, my love
Go feed him, you are able.”
She took him by the lily-white hand
And led him to the table.
“The cake and wine’s for you, my love.
Go eat and drink your welcome.”
She pulled off her blue silk gown,
And laid it on the table.
He pulled off his uniform suit,
And he hopped in the bed with the lady.
"I heard some trumpets sound th'alarm.
Must go and meet it."
"O soldier dear, don't leave me here,
For I am ruined forever."
"When silver bells and conchs shall stand
's when you and I shall marry."
"O, soldier dear, don't leave me here,
For I am ruined forever."
The Soldier Traveling From the North / The Soldier Boy / The Bold Dragoon / The Trooper Lad / The Trooper and the Maid (Child No. 299) - Sung by Dillard Chandler of Big Laurel, North Carolina. From the documentary "The End of an Old Song" (1969) about the ballad singer Dillard Chandler and the mountain people of North Carolina. Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in 1967.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/end-of-an-old-song
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Note by Kevin W.:
This is an old English ballad, but sung in the style of the mountain people of North Carolina. Dillard Chandler could neither read nor write but he knew hundreds of songs, some of them very old. They were brought over from England, Scotland and Ireland with the early settlers and lived on in the memory of the mountain singers.
The tune Dillard Chandler uses is a popular ballad tune, I've also heard it used for Barbara Allen (Child 84), The Hanging of Georgie (Child 209), The Gypsy Davy (Child 200), Little Mattie Groves (Child 81) and The Southern Soldier (Roud 4770) by Appalachian mountain singers.
"The Trooper and the Maid" (Child 299) isn't a widely known song in America, although it has been recorded several times in North Carolina and in West Virginia where it seemed to have had the most circulation.
Song transcription:
Well I just sing like I always sung. It's just an “old timey love song,” is what everybody called it a way back.
A soldier traveling from the North
As the moon shine bright and clearly.
The lady knew the gentleman's heart,
Because she loved him dearly.
She took his horse by the bridle rein
And led him to the stable.
“I've hay and oats for your horse, my love
Go feed him, you are able.”
She took him by the lily-white hand
And led him to the table.
“The cake and wine’s for you, my love.
Go eat and drink your welcome.”
She pulled off her blue silk gown,
And laid it on the table.
He pulled off his uniform suit,
And he hopped in the bed with the lady.
"I heard some trumpets sound th'alarm.
Must go and meet it."
"O soldier dear, don't leave me here,
For I am ruined forever."
"When silver bells and conchs shall stand
's when you and I shall marry."
"O, soldier dear, don't leave me here,
For I am ruined forever."






![The Cruel Mother (Child 20) (1940) - Alvoretta Allie Nuzum
Fair Flowers of Fadie-O / Fair Flowers of Holly-O / Fine Flowers in the Valley / Doon By the Greenwood Sidie O / Greenwood Side / Down by the Greenwood Sidey-o / All Alone and a-Lonely-O / Shes Leaned her Back / The Cruel Mither / The Cruel Mother (Child No. 20) - Sung by Mrs. Alvoretta Allie Nuzum Sample (1855–1942) of Coalfax, Marion County, West Virginia, USA. Her maiden name is an Irish form of Newsome. Recorded by Prof. Louis Watson Chappell on September 25, 1940.
00:00:00 Lady In The Lonely - Allie Nuzum
00:02:16 The Cruel Mother - Veach Lambert
00:04:16 The Cruel Mother - Mrs. James Conrad
Note by Kevin W.:
A traditional West Virginia version of The Cruel Mother (Child 20). The ballad is rare in America and texts are often fragmentary. It mustve arrived in Virginia with the early settlers in the 1600s-1700s and was kept alive through generations of singers without the aid of printed texts. As far as I can tell the song was never published in songsters or broadsides in America, likely due to the dark subject matter.
An important detail lost in many American texts and likely not understood by the singers is that the mother kills her babies out of fear of being discovered by her family. She had an illegitimate relationship with her fathers clerk, a man below her standing.
Three of the W. Virginia texts recorded by Louis W. Chappell include a variation on the following stanza:
She went to the brook for to wash her knife
Oh ladies, Im lonely
The more she washed the bloodier it got
All down by the greenwood side
Which preserves an old superstition that the blood from a murderers weapon cant be washed off. This stanza is seldom found in traditional versions collected in the 20th century.
Song transcription:
There was a lady lived in York
Ey lady in the lonely
She fell in love with her fathers clerk
Down by the greenwood sidie
She loved him up and she loved him down
Ey lady in the lonely
She loved him until he filled her arms
Down by the greenwood sidie
She went to see her aunt one morn
Ey lady in the lonely
And on the way two babes were born
Down by the greenwood sidie
She drew her knife both keen and sharp
Ey lady in the lonely
She pierced those two little babes to the heart
Down by the greenwood sidie
She went to the well to wash her knife
Ey lady in the lonely
The more she washed the bloodier it got
Down by the greenwood sidie
[ And though she washed through eternity
And all the waters of Acadia
She can not wash those stains away
Down by the greenwood sidie
The years rolled on and she grew old
Ey lady in the lonely
And all she had was jewels and gold
Down by the greenwood sidie ] [*]
One day she was walking to her grandfathers hall
Ey lady in the lonely
She saw two sweet little babes tossing ball
Down by the greenwood sidie
Oh babes, oh babes, if you were mine
Ey lady in the lonely
Id dress you up in silk so fine
Down by the greenwood sidie
Oh mother, mother, when we were thine
Ey lady in the lonely
You dressed us neither in coarse nor fine
Down by the greenwood sidie
But mother, mother, we are well
Ey lady in the lonely
Up in heaven, and your dooms in hell
Down by the greenwood sidie
[*] These two stanzas are spurious and may be a modern addition. No other version of Child 20 changes the refrain for one stanza. The remainder agrees with the text sung by Mr. Lambert below and appears to be genuine.
Veach Lambert of Riverton, Pendleton County, West Virginia, USA. Recorded by Louis W. Chappell on June 24, 1938.
There was a lady lived in New York
Oh ladies, Im lonely
She fell in love with her fathers clerk
All down by the greenwood side
He loved her up and he loved her down
Oh ladies, Im lonely
He loved her till he filled her arms
All down by the greenwood side
She placed her foot upon an oak
Oh ladies, Im lonely
And first it bent and then it broke
All down by the greenwood side
She placed her foot then on a thorn
Oh ladies, Im lonely
And there her two little babes was born
All down by the greenwood side
She had a knife both keen and sharp
Oh ladies, Im lonely
She pierced them little babes to the heart
All down by the greenwood side
She went to the brook for to wash her knife
Oh ladies, Im lonely
The more she washed the bloodier it got
All down by the greenwood side
As she was a-setting in her fathers hall
Oh ladies, Im lonely
She saw her babes a-playing ball
All down by the greenwood side
Oh babes, oh babes, if you were mine
Oh ladies, Im lonely
Id dress you in your silk so fine
All down by the greenwood side
Oh mother, mother, when we were yourn
Oh ladies, Im lonely
You neither gave us coarse nor fine
All down by the greenwood side
When were in heaven a-doing well
Oh ladies, Im lonely
And you are dooming down to hell
All down by the greenwood side The Cruel Mother (Child 20) (1940) - Alvoretta Allie Nuzum](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/C9GvTPH0vJM/mqdefault.jpg)


![Singing Young Hunting
The little bird didnt let her get away with it.
Im sure I can improve my singing with practice. Singing is a joy for me, but I often feel extra cautious not to make mistakes while singing on camera and that causes the songs to come out less natural and playful than they could be.
Im having fun bringing forgotten songs back to life. I often try to sing them my own way without directly copying another singer.
The lyrics need a bit of work, I made all sorts of changes to them:
(Im too sleepy now, Ill correct them tomorrow)
Twas late, twas late last friday night,
Lady Margaret was going to bed,
When she heard the sound of a musical horn,
Which made her poor heart glad.
She thought it was her brother John
Returning from the king,
But who should it be but her own true love,
A-Riding so late in the night.
Light down, light down, my own true love,
And stay with me all night,
And you shall have a cheer of the charcoal clear,
And a candle to give you light.
I cant light down, I wont light down,
I cant light down at all,
For theres a lady far prettier than thee
Waits in Lord Barneys hall.
He stooped from the saddle so blight
To kiss her red rosy cheeks,
When with a little pen-knife keen and sharp,
She pierced him full deep.
[Oh live, oh live, Love Henery,
For an hour, or two, or three,
And I will send for a doctor dear,
To save the life of thee.] *
You can neither ride east, you can neither ride west,
No nowheres under the moon,
For theres neer a doctor in all this land,
Can cure what I have done.
She called unto her waitingmaids,
By one, by two, and three,
Saying there is a dead man in this hall,
And its time he was takend away.
Some took him by the long yellow hair,
Some took him by the hands and feet.
And they throwed him into the wonderous well,
Fifteen good fathoms deep.
[Lie there, lie there, Love Henery,
Till the flesh drops off your bone,
And have that lady in Barnards Hall,
Think you long a coming home.] *
Just as she was returning home,
She heard a voice in the air,
Saying go home, go home, and pay
Your hirelings their wages for your dear.
Come down, come down, you pretty little bird,
Come down as low as my knee,
And your cage shall be build of the beaten yellow gold,
And hang in the green willow tree,
I shant come down, I wont come down,
I shant come down a-tall,
For fear that you would murder me,
As you murdered your love in the hall.
I wished I had my bow and arrow,
All fitted to the string,
I would send a dart through your bold heart,
As you set on that limb.
I wished you had your bow and arrow,
All fitted to the string,
Id soon take a flight and fly away,
To yonders valley green.
* I threw together verses I memorized from various sources for this one. It is mainly based on a text that was sung by Mrs. Hannah Gatts Rogers of Washington, Greene County, Pennsylvania in 1949. She had learned the song in the late 1800s from her mother who was born in West Virginia. Singing Young Hunting](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CtUDkYhghWU/mqdefault.jpg)
