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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 Wether's Skin (Child No. 277) - Sung by Joan Moser of Swannanoa, North Carolina. Daughter of Artus Monroe Moser. Recorded by Prof. Kenneth S. Goldstein in the late 1950s.
Song transcription:
I married me a wife and took her home,
Jenny fair Jenny, fair Rosy Marie,
I'd ofttimes wished that I'd left her alone
As the dew flies over the green valley.
First day at noon came in from the plow,
My dearest wife is my dinner ready now.
There's a little piece of cornbread layin' on the shelf,
If you want anymore you can cook it yourself.
Second day at noon came in from the plow,
My dearest wife, is my dinner ready now.
Get out of here you dirty whelp,
If you want any dinner go cook it yourself.
I took my knife and I went out,
I cut me a hickory limb good and stout.
I took my knife and went out to my pen
I got em a hold of an old wetherskin
I took the skin and I went back
Around her back I made it thwack
I'll tell my family and all my kin,
That you whipped me with that hickory limb.
You can tell your father and all your kin
All I whipped was my old wetherskin.
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 Wether's Skin (Child No. 277) - Sung by Joan Moser of Swannanoa, North Carolina. Daughter of Artus Monroe Moser. Recorded by Prof. Kenneth S. Goldstein in the late 1950s.
Song transcription:
I married me a wife and took her home,
Jenny fair Jenny, fair Rosy Marie,
I'd ofttimes wished that I'd left her alone
As the dew flies over the green valley.
First day at noon came in from the plow,
My dearest wife is my dinner ready now.
There's a little piece of cornbread layin' on the shelf,
If you want anymore you can cook it yourself.
Second day at noon came in from the plow,
My dearest wife, is my dinner ready now.
Get out of here you dirty whelp,
If you want any dinner go cook it yourself.
I took my knife and I went out,
I cut me a hickory limb good and stout.
I took my knife and went out to my pen
I got em a hold of an old wetherskin
I took the skin and I went back
Around her back I made it thwack
I'll tell my family and all my kin,
That you whipped me with that hickory limb.
You can tell your father and all your kin
All I whipped was my old wetherskin.







![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)