Uploaded April 2021 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
I learned this folk song/ballad from the singing of Lee Monroe Presnell (1876-1963), an excellent singer who lived much of his life on Beech Mountain, North Carolina, straddling the border of Watauga and Avery Counties. Lee was recorded by Frank and Anne Warner, as well as Sandy Paton and Lee B. Haggerty of Folk Legacy. You can hear more of Lee's singing by searching his name on YouTube. Lee's ornamented style of singing, and the way that he pauses between phrases (which I'm told was from a breathing issue) creates a kind of poetry and beauty that moves me deeply.
Lyrics:
I went to see my Molly all in her bloom of youth.
I went to see my Molly that she might understand
I’m going to join an army to fight a Yankee band.
Don’t say so, dear Johnny, those words will break my heart
Come let’s once get married and that before we part.
Said don’t go back there Johnny, be kind and marry me.
These long yellow locks I’ll cut off and man clothing put on
I’ll follow you dear Johnny wherever you may be
I’ll fear no death no danger, though great the danger be
Said don’t go back there Johnny, be kind and marry me.
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I learned this folk song/ballad from the singing of Lee Monroe Presnell (1876-1963), an excellent singer who lived much of his life on Beech Mountain, North Carolina, straddling the border of Watauga and Avery Counties. Lee was recorded by Frank and Anne Warner, as well as Sandy Paton and Lee B. Haggerty of Folk Legacy. You can hear more of Lee's singing by searching his name on YouTube. Lee's ornamented style of singing, and the way that he pauses between phrases (which I'm told was from a breathing issue) creates a kind of poetry and beauty that moves me deeply.
Lyrics:
I went to see my Molly all in her bloom of youth.
I went to see my Molly that she might understand
I’m going to join an army to fight a Yankee band.
Don’t say so, dear Johnny, those words will break my heart
Come let’s once get married and that before we part.
Said don’t go back there Johnny, be kind and marry me.
These long yellow locks I’ll cut off and man clothing put on
I’ll follow you dear Johnny wherever you may be
I’ll fear no death no danger, though great the danger be
Said don’t go back there Johnny, be kind and marry me.
THANK YOU to my Patrons
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BECOME A PATRON with monthly donations!
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Website: sarosings.com/
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![Oldest Known Secular Song in the English Language: Mirie it is while sumer ilast
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“Mirie it is while sumer ilast” is the earliest known secular song in the English language.
Written down sometime in the first half of the 13th century, it was found miraculously on a flyleaf added to a Book of Psalms created in the late 12th century. We have the melody, and one verse.
This song is all about the hardships of winter, and remembering the pleasantness of summer. The author laments the harsh weather, the long hours of darkness, hunger and sorrow.
Here are the original words in Middle English:
[M]Irie it is while sumer ilast
with fugheles song
oc nu necheth windes blast
and weder strong.
Ei ei what this nicht is long
And ich with wel michel wrong.
Soregh and murne and [fast].
Translation:
Merry it is while summer lasts
with bird song
but now, close by, the winds blast
and the weather is strong.
Oh, oh! This night is long
And I also am done much wrong.
Sorrow and mourn and go without food.
Due to deterioration of the flyleaf and the ambiguity of the notation due to inexact penmanship, there is no way to have a completely accurate interpretation of the “Mirie it is…”
What I perform here is based on the interpretation of Ian Pittaway, who has done a great deal of work wrestling with the various interpretive possibilities of the song. You can read a detailed essay about his work with “Mirie” here: https://earlymusicmuse.com/mirie-it-is-while-sumer-ilast/
I take just a few purposeful liberties with the melody, most specifically singing the last few notes of the verse differently than interpreted by Pittaway.
Also- definitely take my Middle English pronunciation with a grain of salt! I haven’t studied Middle English pronunciation (now I want to as a result of making this video!). My use of “ch” as in “nicht” for example, should probably be more like the German ich, amongst other things.
Enjoy! Oldest Known Secular Song in the English Language: Mirie it is while sumer ilast](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/b66ui8x1Yac/mqdefault.jpg)
![A Round for Lughnasadh / Lammas / Lunasa
A sweet and simple round for Lughnasadh! Today, this Irish holiday is celebrated around August first, but historically it typically took place around the time of the first harvest of grains. In early medieval Ireland, this was a period when disparate communities would come together for days of feasting, contract-making and friendly competitions- from wrestling to foot racing and horse races. Although today we associate this festival with the Irish deity Lugh, it was known by many different names in different parts of Ireland, and these gatherings were often held in honor of legendary women such as the Firbolg queen Tailtiu or the warrior and magic-wielder Carmun.
At the Lughnasadh assemblies poetry and sacred words were often recited, and listening to these sacred words could be a blessing on the recipient. This round is inspired by a blessing spoken at the Feast of Carmun in Leinster: “May there be given to them [the blessings of] the earth and her pleasant fruits” as well as an oath spoken at the assembly that was a promise to hold the assembly every three years. This oath was sworn, amongst other elements, by the “sun, moon and sea” and by “ebb and flow.”
By the way, if you’ve heard of this festival referred to as “Lammas,” this term comes from the Old English hlaf, “loaf” and mæsse, “mass.” Lughnasadh and Lammas are not actually etymologically related as names, but Lammas was a Christianized blessing of the grains that also took place in the fall in medieval England.
I’ve been creating many pagan songs like this one over the past several years, and I’m determined in the next year to finally make an album featuring some of my favorites! Be sure to join my newsletter- linked in the linktr.ee at the top of my channel- for updates about music releases and workshop offerings.
Lyrics
By ebb and by flow
Sun moon and sea
The fruit of this fertile earth
Will come to thee A Round for Lughnasadh / Lammas / Lunasa](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bnJg11R07UI/mqdefault.jpg)




