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Fair Maid on the Shore / The Sea Captain (Roud No. 181) / Broomfield Wager / The Broomfield Hill (Child No. 43) - Sung by Mr. W. R. Lowers of Ivydale, Clay County, West Virginia, USA. Recorded by Prof. Louis Watson Chappell on August 17, 1939.
Link to original recording: https://folkmusic.lib.wvu.edu/catalog/Chappell_30_Lowers_E_SeaCaptain
Notes by Kevin W.:
This song must go back to a British broadside as all traditional texts are very similar, but so far none has come to light. It has rarely been found in America but enjoyed some popularity in Canada's maritime provinces.
It is a retelling of The Broomfield Wager or Broomfield Hill (Child 43) in which a knight makes a bet that a girl won't be able to come to him in the fields and return back a virgin. An old witch advises her to use the magical properties of the broom flowers to put him to sleep which she does. She places a ring on his finger and leaves, thus proving that she'd been there and won the wager.
In the last stanza of this recording I hear "weep". But it really should be sleep. In the complete song she sings them to sleep, then takes the captain's gold, his broadsword and a small boat and rows back to the shore.
Song transcription:
There was a fair damsel crossed in love
Her heart sunk down in despair-o
And all she could find to ease her sweet mind
Was standing alone on the shore-o, shore
Was standing alone on the shore
There was a sea captain sailing that day
The wind blew high and fairly
I'll die, I'll die the sea captain did cry
If I don't gain that maid on the shore-o, shore
If I don't gain that maid on the shore
I have gold and I have jewels
And I have costly ware-o
And all will I give to the jolly sea boys
If they'll bring me that maid on the shore-o, shore
If they'll gain me that maid on the shore
With many persuations they got her on board
The captain he set her a chair-o
Invited her down to the cabin below
Saying fare you well sorrow and care-o, care
Saying fare you well sorrow and care
I'll sing you a song if you don't think it's long
The captain and sailors did stare-o
She sang it so sweet, so neat and complete
Till the captain and sailors did weep-o, weep
Till the captain and sailors did weep
She...
(There should be more of the song. Unfortunately the recording ends here)
[ She robbed them of jewels, she robbed them of gold,
She robbed them of costly array O.
Of the captain's broad sword she made her an oar,
And she paddled her boat to the shore, O shore,
And she paddled her boat to the shore.
O were my men sleeping, or were my men mad,
Or were they all sunk in despair O?
She deluded yourself, myself also,
And again she's a maid on the shore, O shore,
And again she's a maid on the shore."
"Your men were not sleeping, your men were not mad.
Nor were they sunk in despair O.
I deluded your men and yourself also,
And again I'm a maid on the shore, O shore,
And again I'm a maid on the shore." ] [*]
[*] The missing ending stanzas as found in a similar text in "Ballads and Songs from Utah" (1961) by Lester A. Hubbard, as collected from Mr. James Jepson of Hurricane, Washington County, Utah, USA, on August 11, 1947.
Fair Maid on the Shore / The Sea Captain (Roud No. 181) / Broomfield Wager / The Broomfield Hill (Child No. 43) - Sung by Mr. W. R. Lowers of Ivydale, Clay County, West Virginia, USA. Recorded by Prof. Louis Watson Chappell on August 17, 1939.
Link to original recording: https://folkmusic.lib.wvu.edu/catalog/Chappell_30_Lowers_E_SeaCaptain
Notes by Kevin W.:
This song must go back to a British broadside as all traditional texts are very similar, but so far none has come to light. It has rarely been found in America but enjoyed some popularity in Canada's maritime provinces.
It is a retelling of The Broomfield Wager or Broomfield Hill (Child 43) in which a knight makes a bet that a girl won't be able to come to him in the fields and return back a virgin. An old witch advises her to use the magical properties of the broom flowers to put him to sleep which she does. She places a ring on his finger and leaves, thus proving that she'd been there and won the wager.
In the last stanza of this recording I hear "weep". But it really should be sleep. In the complete song she sings them to sleep, then takes the captain's gold, his broadsword and a small boat and rows back to the shore.
Song transcription:
There was a fair damsel crossed in love
Her heart sunk down in despair-o
And all she could find to ease her sweet mind
Was standing alone on the shore-o, shore
Was standing alone on the shore
There was a sea captain sailing that day
The wind blew high and fairly
I'll die, I'll die the sea captain did cry
If I don't gain that maid on the shore-o, shore
If I don't gain that maid on the shore
I have gold and I have jewels
And I have costly ware-o
And all will I give to the jolly sea boys
If they'll bring me that maid on the shore-o, shore
If they'll gain me that maid on the shore
With many persuations they got her on board
The captain he set her a chair-o
Invited her down to the cabin below
Saying fare you well sorrow and care-o, care
Saying fare you well sorrow and care
I'll sing you a song if you don't think it's long
The captain and sailors did stare-o
She sang it so sweet, so neat and complete
Till the captain and sailors did weep-o, weep
Till the captain and sailors did weep
She...
(There should be more of the song. Unfortunately the recording ends here)
[ She robbed them of jewels, she robbed them of gold,
She robbed them of costly array O.
Of the captain's broad sword she made her an oar,
And she paddled her boat to the shore, O shore,
And she paddled her boat to the shore.
O were my men sleeping, or were my men mad,
Or were they all sunk in despair O?
She deluded yourself, myself also,
And again she's a maid on the shore, O shore,
And again she's a maid on the shore."
"Your men were not sleeping, your men were not mad.
Nor were they sunk in despair O.
I deluded your men and yourself also,
And again I'm a maid on the shore, O shore,
And again I'm a maid on the shore." ] [*]
[*] The missing ending stanzas as found in a similar text in "Ballads and Songs from Utah" (1961) by Lester A. Hubbard, as collected from Mr. James Jepson of Hurricane, Washington County, Utah, USA, on August 11, 1947.

![The Swan Swims Sae Bonnie-o (Child 10) - Johnnie Whyte
Swan Sweems sae Bonnie-O / The Swan Swims So Bonnie, O / The Cruel Sister / The Two Sisters / Bow Down / There Lived An Old Lord / Binnorie / Minorie /The Twa Sisters (Child No. 10) - Sung by Johnnie Whyte, a Traveller at Laurencekirk, Angus, Scotland. He learned the song from his mother. Recorded by Dr. Linda Williamson on November 13, 1976.
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/33039?l=en
Compare this to a more complete text sung by his father Jock Whyte who was recorded by Hamish Henderson in 1953: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGMju9Zo0RI
A biography of Linda Williamson along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/4291?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Johnnie Whytes song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
If youre interested I put together a composite of the Whyte and Stewart Traveller family version of the song, I cherry picked my favourite lines from all the various singers whod been recorded singing it:
https://www.youtube.com/post/Ugkx_xh1PqMEzXbbjG2wYRO3AVOkvqWBWCxV
Song transcription:
Dear sisterie, dear sisterie, are you going for a walk,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
And Ill show you wonderies before we turn home,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Dear sisterie, dear sisterie, well go for a walk,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
If you show me that wonderie before we turn home,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Dear sisterie, dear sisterie, put your foot on the marble stone,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
And Ill show you the wonderie before we turn home,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Dear sisterie, dear sisterie, I put my foot on the marble stone,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
But sly she throwed her-ie against the stream,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Dear sisterie, dear sisterie, will you catch my handie?
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
And Ill make you mistress of all my fathers land,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Sometime she sunk now, other time she swum,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
Till last she came to the milleries dam,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
The milleries maid now was out for some waterie,
He-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
I spy a maiden or a white milk swan,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Dear millerie, dear millerie, will you dry up your dam,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
Then he did took her-ie and hang her out to dry,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
There was three fiddleries passing by
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
And one o them he took the locks of her hair-ie,
For to make some fiddle stringies
The other one he took her middle finger-ie
For-ie to make some fiddle pinies
And the other one took her breast bone
For to make a fiddle that would play a tune its lone
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Then the three fiddleries they went on their way,
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
Till last they came to the high castle wall-ie
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
(Now this is what the fiddle is supposed to say:)
There goes now my father the King
Hy-ie-o, sae bonnie-o;
And likewise now my mother the Queen,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
There now sits my false sister Jean,
[1st refrain omited]
Who slyly throwed me against the stream,
And the swan at sweems sae bonnie-o.
Linda Williamson asks if there was anything mentioned of a punishment for the bad sister in the song which Johnnie Whyte says is implied but the song doesnt have it. His father did have a verse about the punishment that has been lost.
Betsy Whyte says that her version has two verses about True Lover John which Johnnie didnt sing. Johnnie says hes never heard those verses in his life. Linda then asks why one sister drowns the other to which Johnnie replies the 2nd oldest sister was jealous of the oldest inheriting all their fathers land. Ill make you mistress of all my fathers land he explains, thats why she threw her into the stream. The Swan Swims Sae Bonnie-o (Child 10) - Johnnie Whyte](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/i0Jhe5T45w8/mqdefault.jpg)
![Gentle Fair Jenny (Child 277) (1961) - Jean Ritchie
Dandoo / The Wee Cooper o Fife / The Scolding Wife / Gentle Fair Jenny / Jennifer Gentle / As the Dew Flies over the Green Vallee / Robin-a-Thrush / Rissolty Rossolty / Hobblety Bobblety / Nickety Nackety / The Wife Wrapt in Wethers Skin (Child No. 277) (1961) - Sung by Jean Ritchie of Viper, Kentucky, USA. From British Traditional Ballads in the Southern Mountains, Vol. 2 (1961).
Song transcription:
I married me a wife and took her home,
Gentle fair Jenny, fair Rosy Marie,
I ofttimes wished that Id let her alone
As the dew flies over the green valley.
All in my kitchen she would not use,
For fear of spoiling her new cloth shoes.
First day at noon I come in from the plow,
My dearest wife is my dinner ready now.
Theres a little piece of corn bread layin on the shelf,
If you want anymore you can cook it yourself.
Second day at noon I come in from the plow,
My dearest wife, is my dinner ready now.
Get out of here you dirty thief, [usually elf]
If you want any dinner you can cook it yourself.
I got my knife and went out to the barn,
I cut me a hickory as long as my arm.
I took my limb and I bent back,
Around her back I made it crack.
Ill tell my father and all of my kin,
You whupped me with a hickory limb.
You can tell your father and all your kin
I whupped you once and Ill whup you again. Gentle Fair Jenny (Child 277) (1961) - Jean Ritchie](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/iEDPjBJW1Gs/mqdefault.jpg)




![Sweet Williams Ghost (Child 77) - Charles OBoyle
Lady Margaret / Sweet Williams Ghost (Child No. 77) - Sung by Charles OBoyle (father of folk song collector Sean OBoyle) of Belfast, Northern Ireland. Recorded by Sean OBoyle and Peter Kennedy for the BBC on July 7, 1952.
Notes by Peter Kennedy:
Journal of the English Folk Dance and Song Society, vol.VIII no.1, 1956.
Charles OBoyle: Age 74 at the time of recording; died shortly afterwards. Father of Sean OBoyle who worked as a collector for the BBC in Northern Ireland. Charles inherited much of his own singing tradition from his mother, who was born in Donaghadee, Co. Down, where there is a strong Scots tradition, but she lived most of her life in Belfast. He was a teacher, but from 1914-20 (interrupted by the war) studied and worked in Cork with Hardebeck. He became secretary to Hardebeck, who was blind, and made musical and Gaelic transcriptions and translations for him. His work is acknowledged by Hardebeck in the preface to Pt. III of Gems of Melody. (Pigott). - Peter Kennedy.
A.L. Lloyd commented, The tune is an interesting Mi pentatonic variant of the ubiquitous Dives and Lazarus tune.
Song transcription:
Lady Margaret sat in her bow window, sewing her silken seam,
When a grievous ghost chanced to pass by, most wonderful to be seen.
Are you my father Phillip?, she said, Are you my brother John?
Or are you my true-love Willy, to fair Scotland has come home?
Im not your father Phillip, he said, nor yet your brother John,
But Im your true-love Willy, to fair Scotland has come home.
Did you bring me the gold, dear Willy, did you bring me the lace?
Did you bring me the bonny brown dress, my fair body to embrace?
I brought no gold, dear Margaret, he said, and I forgot the lace,
But now I carry my winding sheet through manys the dreary place.
The cock crew once, dear Margaret, he said, tis wearing nearer day.
Come give to me my faith and troth that I once gave to thee.
Your faith and troth, dear Willy, she said, you neer will get from me
Till you come down to yon bower and give me kisses three.
The cock crew twice, dear Margaret, he said, tis wearing nearer day.
Come give to me my faith and troth that I once gave to thee.
My nose is ate with the worms, dear Margaret, my breath it is mighty strong
And if I would kiss your bonny fair lips your days would not be long.
The cock crew thrice, dear Margaret, he said, tis wearing nearer day.
Come give to me my faith and troth that I once gave to thee.
She tilted up her bonny brown dress a-far above her knee,
For the lee long length of the dark winters night the dread corpse followed she.
Until she came to Saint Bernards churchyard and sat down on a stone
When she saw the grave a-opening to let her Willy in.
[The cock crew thrice, dear Margaret, he said, tis wearing nearer day.
Come give to me my faith and troth that I once gave to thee.] *
She lifted up her lily white hand and struck him on the breast.
Saying, Theres your faith and troth, dear Willy, I hope your souls at rest!
* As a repetition of an earlier verse these two lines dont make too much sense here. Charles OBoyle skipped them in a later recording, he sang only the last two lines to the second half of the tune. Sweet Williams Ghost (Child 77) - Charles OBoyle](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jnIaNG5kGcM/mqdefault.jpg)

![The Dublin Murder Ballad (Roud 15) - Grace Stewart
Miss Mary Brown of Dublin Town / The Ballad of Thomas Brown / In Dublins Fair City / Pretty Polly / Pretty Molly / The Cruel Ships Carpenter / The Gosport Tragedy (Roud No. 15) - Sung by Grace Stewart, a Traveller of Tomich Camp, Kilmorack, Inverness-shire, Scotland. She learned it from her mother. Recorded by Hamish Henderson and Peter Kennedy in June 1955 for the School of Scottish Studies.
The original recording can be heard here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/20841?l=en
Note by Kevin W.:
Graces text, confused as it is, forms an important link between the short Traveller texts and the longer Cruel Ships Carpenter texts through the ending stanzas about the ship and the captain.
The Dublin Murder Ballad was also recorded from Jeannie Robertson, a Traveller of Aberdeen, Aberdeenshire by Hamish Henderson in September 1953:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEIxEE5kMmQ
From Margaret Stewart, an aunt of Jeannies, of Banchory, Kincardineshire by Hamish Henderson in August 1954:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEs0oydMvVw
A one stanza fragment was recorded from Joe Heaney of Carna, Connemara, Co. Galway, Ireland at an unknown date:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=govC9jToQJo
A much longer but clearly related text was recorded from Paddy McCluskey of Clough Mills, Co. Antrim, Ireland by Sean OBoyle and Peter Kennedy on August 5th, 1953:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNmZhqS2ak
All these texts name the woman Miss (Mary) Brown. A name not usually found in this ballad. The common name being Pretty Polly or Molly.
Song transcription:
For its Dublin fair city
And its Dublin fair town
There lived a lonely maiden
Whose name being Mary Brown.
For she courted a sailor
For seven long years,
At the end of that seven
She had it in tears.
For he came to her window,
Crying Mary dear rise
O before well get married
Some kind friends to see.
O before well get married
Some words we must say
For he took her through mountains
Through valleys and glens.
He drew his hand in his pocket,
And a pen knife he drew
For he cut her he lost her
He had her in two.
For he buried her body
Between two green trees
O early next morning
The ship could not sail. [*]
O down came the captain
Whats this you have done
O I murdered my sweetheart
O yes I have done.
For I buried her body
Between two green trees
For I buried her body
For its yonder it lies.
[*] At one point these lines mustve read as in The Cruel Ships Carpenter:
Now ‘twas early one morning before it was day,
Our captain came up and these words he did say:
“Our ship she’s in mourning and cannot sail on,
There’s a murder on board which has lately been done.”
Its an old superstition that a ship refuses to sail if theres a wrongdoing on board that hasnt been brought to justice. The Dublin Murder Ballad (Roud 15) - Grace Stewart](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/kHiQFPUEnpw/mqdefault.jpg)
