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I heard Kisses Sweeter than Wine performed by Jimmie Rodgers on the radio as a child.
I liked the tune and read it came from an old folk song about a milk cow, Drimindown, which the American folk and blues singer Leadbelly learned from an Irish traditional singer in New York.
This led me down a rabbit hole and a 20 year search for recordings of that song. At first I only wanted to find the source of the tune, but I quickly realised that the song itself is quite interesting and certainly not well documented.
00:00:00 Drimindown (1956) - Ernest Sellick
00:03:02 Drimindown (1954) - Charles Cates
00:05:53 Drimindown (1950) - Ed McCurdy
00:07:43 Drimindown (1956) - Ed McCurdy
00:10:34 Droimeann Donn (1982) - Tim Galvin
00:10:59 Drimmendoo (1955) - Fred Smith
00:14:11 Dream Adieu (1938) - Fred Thomas
00:15:03 Dhrimen Dhown Dheelish (1926) - James D. Casey
00:18:07 Dhrinnin Dhu Dhrinnin (1959) - David Sear
00:20:00 If it Wasn't for Dicky (1936) - Leadbelly
00:23:58 If it Wasn't for Dicky (1941) - Leadbelly
00:26:17 Kisses Sweeter than Wine (1965) - Pete Seeger
It's a macaronic song with verses in English and a chorus in Gaelic, garbled to varying degrees in texts from recent oral tradition. It survived well in Canada where 3 full texts (Carrie Grover, Ernest Sellick, Fred Smith) and two fragments (Charles Cates, Jas. Creelman) originated.
There's much flawed information online because people frequently confuse this song with a Gaelic one usually titled "An Droimeann Donn Dílis". The Gaelic song uses the cow as a political metaphor to express grief for Ireland. It's unrelated in words and tune to the song about the old man who lost his cow and I'm assuming the shared name is a coincidence.
Another problem are the many variant spellings I encountered. It makes it difficult to search for information on this song online when the title is spelled in many different ways.
Droimeann Donn is Gaelic and means white-backed cow. The Droimeann cow is an ancient, endangered breed of cattle in Ireland (primarily in Munster) officially recognised as a rare native breed in 2020. I can't prove it, but I'm convinced the song refers to this cattle breed.
How did "Kisses Sweeter than Wine" come to be?
American folk and blues singer Hudson "Huddie" Ledbetter ("Lead Belly") settled in New York City in February 1936. One time at a Greenwich Village party he heard the Irish traditional singer, Sam Kennedy, singing a song about a milk cow, "Drimindown". He asked Kennedy to write it down for him so he could learn it. Huddie performed it in his own style on his 12-string guitar, with much greater emphasis on rhythm.
Huddie's version became known as "If it Wasn't for Dicky" (It's a mournful ditty), he garbled some of the words from the Irish original.
Pete Seeger heard him perform it in 1949. He liked the tune but couldn't remember the words. So he started singing "Oh, oh, kisses sweeter than wine" instead. In 1950 his partner in The Weavers, Lee Hays, wrote new verses.
The song was a mild success in the US for The Weavers in 1951, but later became a bigger hit when country singer Jimmie Rodgers covered it in 1957. Frankie Vaughan also had success with it in the UK in 1958.
I heard Kisses Sweeter than Wine performed by Jimmie Rodgers on the radio as a child.
I liked the tune and read it came from an old folk song about a milk cow, Drimindown, which the American folk and blues singer Leadbelly learned from an Irish traditional singer in New York.
This led me down a rabbit hole and a 20 year search for recordings of that song. At first I only wanted to find the source of the tune, but I quickly realised that the song itself is quite interesting and certainly not well documented.
00:00:00 Drimindown (1956) - Ernest Sellick
00:03:02 Drimindown (1954) - Charles Cates
00:05:53 Drimindown (1950) - Ed McCurdy
00:07:43 Drimindown (1956) - Ed McCurdy
00:10:34 Droimeann Donn (1982) - Tim Galvin
00:10:59 Drimmendoo (1955) - Fred Smith
00:14:11 Dream Adieu (1938) - Fred Thomas
00:15:03 Dhrimen Dhown Dheelish (1926) - James D. Casey
00:18:07 Dhrinnin Dhu Dhrinnin (1959) - David Sear
00:20:00 If it Wasn't for Dicky (1936) - Leadbelly
00:23:58 If it Wasn't for Dicky (1941) - Leadbelly
00:26:17 Kisses Sweeter than Wine (1965) - Pete Seeger
It's a macaronic song with verses in English and a chorus in Gaelic, garbled to varying degrees in texts from recent oral tradition. It survived well in Canada where 3 full texts (Carrie Grover, Ernest Sellick, Fred Smith) and two fragments (Charles Cates, Jas. Creelman) originated.
There's much flawed information online because people frequently confuse this song with a Gaelic one usually titled "An Droimeann Donn Dílis". The Gaelic song uses the cow as a political metaphor to express grief for Ireland. It's unrelated in words and tune to the song about the old man who lost his cow and I'm assuming the shared name is a coincidence.
Another problem are the many variant spellings I encountered. It makes it difficult to search for information on this song online when the title is spelled in many different ways.
Droimeann Donn is Gaelic and means white-backed cow. The Droimeann cow is an ancient, endangered breed of cattle in Ireland (primarily in Munster) officially recognised as a rare native breed in 2020. I can't prove it, but I'm convinced the song refers to this cattle breed.
How did "Kisses Sweeter than Wine" come to be?
American folk and blues singer Hudson "Huddie" Ledbetter ("Lead Belly") settled in New York City in February 1936. One time at a Greenwich Village party he heard the Irish traditional singer, Sam Kennedy, singing a song about a milk cow, "Drimindown". He asked Kennedy to write it down for him so he could learn it. Huddie performed it in his own style on his 12-string guitar, with much greater emphasis on rhythm.
Huddie's version became known as "If it Wasn't for Dicky" (It's a mournful ditty), he garbled some of the words from the Irish original.
Pete Seeger heard him perform it in 1949. He liked the tune but couldn't remember the words. So he started singing "Oh, oh, kisses sweeter than wine" instead. In 1950 his partner in The Weavers, Lee Hays, wrote new verses.
The song was a mild success in the US for The Weavers in 1951, but later became a bigger hit when country singer Jimmie Rodgers covered it in 1957. Frankie Vaughan also had success with it in the UK in 1958.






![The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) (Fragment) - Recited, then sung by Regina Jeannie Robertson (Mrs. Jean Higgins), Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Recorded by Jean Ritchie and her husband George Pickow for the BBC on 1953-11-28.
Note by Kevin W.:
Jeannie Robertson did not have a tune for the ballad until she heard Jean Ritchie sing her version of it for her. Jeannie said that as a child she heard it recited, not sung, from relatives in Pertshire, Scotland. The verses she recites recall the ones remembered by Charlotte Higgins of Blairgowrie, Perthshire.
Notes by Jean Ritchie on the Mudcat.org forum:
I got other verses from Jeannie Robertson when we met in 1952, and she said the first two verses like a poetry, and I told her to try singing them, as they were actually the first two verses of her Four Maries. She couldnt believe it at first, tried it, then finally it fit. She was so happy!
Yes, the 1953 recording of Jeannie Robertson was done by myself and my husband George Pickow, towards the end of my Fulbright year in the British Isles and Northern Ireland (or as we say at home, England, Scotland and Ireland). Hamish Henderson was along as friend, guide, and collector with us on behalf of his University.
Song transcription to be corrected:
A knock came tae the kitchen door,
It soonded through aa the room,
That Marie Hamilton had a ween
Tae the highest man in the toon,
Whaur is the ween ye had last nicht?
Whaur is the ween, I say?
They looked high and they looked low,
And they looked below the bed,
And there they found the dear wee ween,
Laying in a pool o blood.
...
Sink ye, or swim ye, yell get nae mair frae me.
Oh rise, Mary Hamilton, and come alang wi me.
This day yere gaun tae Edinborough toon,
A rich weddin for tae see.
...
...
She went up the tall booth stair,
And the heels did click o her sheen,
[And she was smiling,]
When she came doon again,
The tears did blind her ee,
For she was condemned tae dee. The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TqjBXaO-Pbw/mqdefault.jpg)



![Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen
Young Johnston and the Young Colonel / Young Johnstone (Child No. 88) - Sung by Cathie MacQueen, a Traveller at Pitlochry, Moulin, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned it from her grandparents and parents. Recorded by Dr. Linda Williamson on November 22th, 1975.
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/39283?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Cathie MacQueens song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Note by Kevin W.:
This is really, really good. I never expected to hear such a full version of this beautiful ballad. The episode with Glengyle Ive never heard before. Betsy Whytes version didnt have it, Jessie MacDonalds didnt have it, and neither did Prof. Childs texts.
Song transcription:
Johnston and the Young Colonel
Was drinking high at wine.
You will marry my sister
And I will marry thine.
[Oh no, oh no, says the Young Colonel
Such a thing can never be.
Ill keep her as my housekeeper
When I come oer the lea.] *
Now Johnston had a small penknife
He wore down by his side,
He thrust it in the Young Colonel
An neer a word (he spoke) more.
Then he looked all around with a tearful eye
To see if anyone eyed him
But who should he spy but the Young Glengyle
With the wind his clothing flying.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Or (in) pieces I will break it
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And you have done it falsely.
Oh yield your sword, Glengyle, he says
Do not make me kill you
Though I have killed the Young Colonel
I have not done it falsely.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Dont like a dog destice(?) me
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And Ive come it to see.
Oh twice Johnston thrust and twice he missed
And twice he could have slain him
But he thrust it through the Young Colonel (Glengyle)
No longer hed detain him.
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Where man or bird shall hide him
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Its there he left him dying.
He mounted up his milk white steed
Rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his sister Ann
And there alighted he.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh sister dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Make haste and dont waste time
If you have killed that Young Colonel
Youre no dear brother of mine.
He mounted up his milk white steed
And rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his true loves abode
And he tinkled at the pin.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Margaret dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And your own dear brother is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Come in and take a sleep
What care I for the Young Colonel
When your own dear body is mine.
They were nor through nor up the stairs,
No time to take a sleep
When four and twenty belted knights
Came charging at the gate.
Oh did you see a bloody knight
For he was just taking this way
Were after him both day and night
For free he must not be.
[Bloody was his hawk, he said
And bloody was his hound,
And bloody was his milk white steed
That carried him oer the lea.] *
My parlors full of gentlemen
My barns full of hay
I have not seen no bloody knight
Ive no room for him to stay.
Alight, alight, dear gentlemen,
And have some bread and wine.
If you flew so swiftly oer the lea
Hes passed the bridge o Tyne.
Oh thank you for your bread, my dear
And thank you for your wine,
But I would give all broad Scotland
That your own dear body was mine.
Arise, arise, oh dear Johnston
Arise and breast(?) no more
For theres four and twenty belted knights
A-seeking you at my door.
For Johnston drew his good broad sword,
That lay down by his side,
And he thrust it through his own true love
And she dropped down to the floor.
Oh Johnston, dear, what have you done
Youd no (need) to kill me
For I had given you all my fathers land
And all my mothers fee.
Oh live, oh live, oh dear true love,
Oh live for one more hour.
And theres not a leech in all the land
That Ill have at your bower
Oh Johnston dear, how can I live
Even for one hour
Cant you see that my true hearts blood
Goes trickling oer the floor.
Oh Margaret dear, what have I done
For true this cannot be
Id rather die along with you
As part once more from thee.
So its in he pierced his own true heart
And fell down by her side
And clutching his true love in his arms
Thats how they both have died.
* Cathie missed these two verses when singing it but recited them in the conversation after. Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/VvPKoWW5gEY/mqdefault.jpg)