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Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) - Performed by Wendy Stewart and Gary West on "Hinterlands" (2009).
Note by Kevin W.:
Based on Child 173 Version J, taken from the Harris Manuscript as sung by Amelia and Jane Harris in Perthshire, Scotland, in the middle of the 19th century.
Song transcription:
My mother was a proud woman,
A proud woman and a bold;
She sent me to Queen Marie's bour,
When scarcely eleven years old.
Queen Marie's bread it was sae sweet,
An her wine it was sae fine,
That I hae lien in a young man's arms,
An I rued it aye synsyne.
Queen Marie she cam doon the stair,
Wi the goud kamis in her hair:
'Oh whare oh whare is the wee wee babe
I heard greetin sae sair?'
'There is nae babe, nae bonnie babe,
Nor ever intends to be;
But I mysel, wi a sair colic,
As sick and like to dee.'
They socht the bed baith up an doon,
Frae the pillow to the straw,
There they got the wee wee babe,
But its life was far awa.
['Come doon, come doon, Marie Hamilton,
Come doon and speak this time;
Go dress yerself Marie Hamilton,
Go dress an mak ye fine.'] *
'You'll no put on your dowie black,
Nor yet your dowie broun;
But you'll put on your ried, ried silk,
To ride through Edinborough toun.'
'Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht she'll hae but three;
There was Marie Bethune, an Marie Seaton,
An Marie Carmichael, an me.
'Ah, little did my mother ken,
The day she cradled me,
The lands that I sud travel in,
An the death that I suld dee.'
Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht she has but three;
For the bonniest Marie amang them a'
Was hanged upon a tree.
* This verse was incomplete in the Harris MS and has been reconstructed.
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) - Performed by Wendy Stewart and Gary West on "Hinterlands" (2009).
Note by Kevin W.:
Based on Child 173 Version J, taken from the Harris Manuscript as sung by Amelia and Jane Harris in Perthshire, Scotland, in the middle of the 19th century.
Song transcription:
My mother was a proud woman,
A proud woman and a bold;
She sent me to Queen Marie's bour,
When scarcely eleven years old.
Queen Marie's bread it was sae sweet,
An her wine it was sae fine,
That I hae lien in a young man's arms,
An I rued it aye synsyne.
Queen Marie she cam doon the stair,
Wi the goud kamis in her hair:
'Oh whare oh whare is the wee wee babe
I heard greetin sae sair?'
'There is nae babe, nae bonnie babe,
Nor ever intends to be;
But I mysel, wi a sair colic,
As sick and like to dee.'
They socht the bed baith up an doon,
Frae the pillow to the straw,
There they got the wee wee babe,
But its life was far awa.
['Come doon, come doon, Marie Hamilton,
Come doon and speak this time;
Go dress yerself Marie Hamilton,
Go dress an mak ye fine.'] *
'You'll no put on your dowie black,
Nor yet your dowie broun;
But you'll put on your ried, ried silk,
To ride through Edinborough toun.'
'Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht she'll hae but three;
There was Marie Bethune, an Marie Seaton,
An Marie Carmichael, an me.
'Ah, little did my mother ken,
The day she cradled me,
The lands that I sud travel in,
An the death that I suld dee.'
Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht she has but three;
For the bonniest Marie amang them a'
Was hanged upon a tree.
* This verse was incomplete in the Harris MS and has been reconstructed.







![Matty Groves (Child 81) - Dennis Din Dobbin
Little Mathy Grove / Mattie Groves / Lord Daniel / Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard (Child No. 81) - Sung by Dennis Din Dobbin of Gaskiers-Point La Haye, Newfoundland, Canada. Recorded by MacEdward Leach in 1951.
Note by Kevin W.:
This stately tune is also used for the Appalachian song Shady Grove (Roud No. 4456) and for the ballad Fair Margaret and Sweet William (Child No. 74), also in Appalachia. British folk-rock band Fairport Convention famously recorded an arrangement of Matty Groves using this tune with a different set of words. I regret not having access to more recordings of Child 81 from Canada, the texts and tunes Ive seen are attractive and distinct from the better known Appalachian versions. I believe theres a strong Scottish influence in Newfoundland, the song was brought over from Scotland.
Song transcription:
Being on the first of January
The very first day in the year
Young Matty Groves to the playroom goes
Some funny things to hear oh
Some funny things to hear
The first came in was dressed in satin
The next was dressed in silk
And the next came in was Lord Donalds wife
And her skin as white as milk oh
And her skin as white as milk
She gazed all around the ballroom
For to see what she could see
Saying Matty Groves this very night
In bed must lie with me oh
In bed must lie with me
I would not sir l dare not
Or l cannot for my life
By the ring ats on your finger
You are Lord Donalds wife oh
You are Lord Donalds wife
If l am Lord Donalds wife
Im nothing the worst of him said she
Lord Donald on a visit is gone
King Henry for to see oh
King Henry for to see
The little foot-page was standing by
These words he heard them say
The little foot-page was standing by
When he took to the heels to run
And when he came to the river side
He hove on his breast and swam oh
He hove on his breast and swam
And when he came to Lord Donalds palace
He jingled hard at the ring
And no one there but Lord Donald himself
For to let the little foot-page in oh
To let the little foot-page in
What news what news have you for me
Sad news sad news said he
Are they any of my stores burnt
Are they any of my towers knocked down
Are they any of my servants in bed this night
With a daughter or a son
With a daughter or a son
Theres none o your stores burnt
None o your towers knocked down said he
But this very night the young Matty Groves
Is in bed wit your fair lady oh
In bed wit your fair lady
If thats a lie youve told to me
The gallows Ill range for you
If thats a lie Lord Donald he said
No gallows youll range for me
Im satisfied all to be hung
Out of the apple tree oh
Out on the apple tree
Oh he called all his merry men and he counted them one by one
He called all his merry men
And he coupled them two by two
And he put his horn to his mouth
He blew he made it say
Anyone thats in bed with another mans wife
Why its time theyd be jogging away oh
Its time they be jogging away
Young Groves he had not been asleep
These words to her did say
I think l hear Lord Donalds horn
l think l hear it say
Anyone thats in bed with another mans wife
It is time theyd be jogging away oh
Its time they be jogging away
Come huddle me come cuddle me
Just keep me from the cold
For that is my fathers shepherd she said
And he driving his sheeps to fold oh
And he driving his sheeps to fold
He huddled and he cuddled her the two fell fast to sleep
And when they awoke to their great surprise
Lord Donald stood at their feet oh
Lord Donald stood at their feet
How do you like my bed he said
How do you like my sheets
And how do you like my fair lady
That lies in your arms to sleep oh
That lies in your arms to sleep
Its well l like your bed he said
And better l like your sheets
And best l like your fair lady
That lies in my arms to sleep oh
That lies in my arms to sleep
Arise arise young Matty Groves
Some of your clothes put on
It will never be said when l am dead
That l killed a naked man oh
I killed a naked man
I could not sir l would not
Or I dare not for my life
For youve got two swords by your side
And Im without a knife oh
And l without a knife
If l got two swords down by my side
I paid for them out of my purse
And you shall choose the very best
And I shalI choose the worst
And you shall have the very first blow
And I shall have the next
The very first blow young Matty Groves
He wounded Lord Donald in sore
The very first blow Lord Donald he gave
Young Groves he was no more oh
Young Groves he was no more
He took his wife upon his knee
These words to her did say
Oh now you must come choose yourself
Between young Groves and me oh
Between young Groves and me
Its well l do like you she said
But better l do like him
Id rather his little finger this night
Than all your queen and king oh
Than aIl your queen and king
The bells of Scotland rings tonight
They always ring for sorrow
Lord Donald killed young Groves and his wife
And hell be hung tomorrow
And hell be hung tomorrow [last line spoken] Matty Groves (Child 81) - Dennis Din Dobbin](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/whJ4Od72KjQ/mqdefault.jpg)

![The Fair Flower of Northumberland (Child 9) (1986) - Lizzie Higgins Scottish Traditional Folk Singer
The Flooer o Northumberland / The Fair Flower of Northumberland (Child No. 9) - Sung by Lizzie Higgins (Elizabeth Ann Youlden, 1929-1993) of Aberdeen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Daughter of settled Travellers, the famous Scottish traditional singer Jeannie Robertson and Donald Donty Higgins, an accomplished piper. Lizzie learned the song from young students in Edinburgh. Filmed and recorded by David Kotyk as part of the John D. Niles folklore research team for the Scottish Voices project in the sitting room of Lizzies home in Aberdeen in August 1986.
00:00:00 Sings The Fair Flower of Northumberland
00:06:27 Where Lizzie Learned the Song
00:07:05 Ends
The original movie can be watched here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AXVU4AZOS4EQH484
I used my knowledge on video editing to share the films 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.
Note by Kevin W.:
I was delighted to discover these videos of Scotlands great tradition bearers in the John D. Niles Collection. The often poorly treated Scottish Travellers honor the memories of their ancestors through songs, music and storytelling. They are proud of their culture and kept old traditions alive for hundreds of years. Many of our most gifted traditional singers and storytellers are Travellers.
Scottish Travellers are an indigenous ethnic minority in Scotland who live or traditionally lived a nomadic lifestyle and for centuries were unfairly shunned by the settled population. For that reason the singing culture of the Travelling people had not been well documented before the 20th century when non-Travellers with an interest in folklore visited and befriended Travellers and started recording their songs, music and stories.
Lizzies slow style of singing which she based on her fathers and her uncle Isaac Seely Higgins bagpipe playing is beautiful and highly demanding with lots of ornamentation. Interestingly Lizzie used the pipe style decorations for her fathers songs but sang closer to her mothers style for Jeannies songs.
For more information on Lizzie Higgins the booklet notes to In Memory of Lizzie Higgins 1929-1993 (2006) Musical Traditions MTCD337-8 are essential reading (and the album is well worth getting): https://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/higgins.htm
Both Lizzie and Stanley Robertson (Jeannie Robertsons nephew) have been recorded singing this beautiful ballad.
Stanleys version can be heard here:
https://youtu.be/lN0JmkvxdQQ
Song transcription:
The provosts ae dochter was walking alane,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
When she saw a Scots prisner a-makin his mean (moan); [Theres a gap in the video]
And she was the Flooer o Northumberland.
(The video continues here)
Oh, gin a lassie wid marry me,
Oh gin her love it was easily won,
I wid mak her a lady o high degree,
If shed loose me oot o this prison sae strong.
She went intae her fathers bedstock,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
Shes stolen the keys oer many a great lock,
And shes loosed him oot o the prison sae strong.
She went intae her fathers stable,
Oh but her love it was easy won,
Shes stolen a steed that was baith fleet and able,
Tae leads them on tae bonny Scotland.
As they were ridin across the Scotch moor,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
Get doon frae my horse, youre a brazen faced whore, [*]
And she be the flooer o Northumberland.
For I hae a wife in my ain countree,
Oh but your love it was easily won,
An I canna dee naething wi a lassie like thee,
Youll need tae gang home to Northumberland.
A cook in your kitchen I swear will be,
Although my love it was easily won,
For I can wait on him in my ain countree,
For I canna gang back to Northumberland.
Its cook in my kitchen ye can neer be,
Oh but your love it was easily won,
For my lady she wouldna hae servants like thee,
So yell need to gang hame tae Northumberland.
When she cam hame, her father frowned and did say,
Oh but your love it was easily won, [Theres a gap in the video]
Yeve gang with a Scotsman, and youre barely sixteen,
And ye were the flower o Northumberland.
(The video continues here)
When she cam hame her mother smiled and did say,
Oh but your love it was easily won,
And youre nae the first that the Scots hae beguiled.
And yere welcome back to Northumberland.
Ye widnae wint bried (bread) and ye widnae wint wine,
Although your love it was easily won,
And ye widna wint silver to buy a man wi,
And youre aye the Flooer o Northumberland.
* Interestingly, in a bit of self censorship Lizzie changed this line to I can have you no more in a recording made for her 1985 Topic Records album What a Voice. Here she sings the original line as the song usually has it. The Fair Flower of Northumberland (Child 9) (1986) - Lizzie Higgins Scottish Traditional Folk Singer](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xi_71QgaEAo/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Two Brothers (Child 49) (1940) - Jim Wright
Two Brothers / Twa Brithers / Two Pretty Boys / Rolling of the Stones / Little Schoolboy / Jessel Town / The Twa Brothers (Child No. 49) - Sung by Mr. Jim Wright of Kliny, Pendleton County, West Virginia, USA. Recorded by Prof. Louis Watson Chappell on July 31, 1940.
Link to original recording: https://folkmusic.lib.wvu.edu/catalog/Chappell_49_Wright_F_TwoBoys
00:00:00 The Two Brothers - Jim Wright
00:02:48 The Two Brothers - Scott Phillips
00:05:05 Elly Green Woods - Kate Toney
Note by Kevin W.:
This is an old version of The Twa Brothers (Child 49), it closely resembles Prof. Childs Version E, from Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern (1827) by William Motherwell: http://71.174.62.16/Demo/LongerHarvest?Text=Child_d04905
One of few texts collected in the 20th century with the full Whats the blood Edward (Child 13) ending. Unfortunately the singer struggled to recall the ending stanzas, presumably at one point most of Child 13 was part of the song, as in the Motherwell text.
Lizzie Higgins of Aberdeen, Scotland, and her mother Jeannie Robertson, sang a similar version but without the Child 13 ending: https://youtu.be/vD9Ny98oPDQ
Song transcription:
Two brothers at the school one day
And when they started away
Its will you go to the stone chucking
Or its will you go to the ball
Or its will you go up yon green hill
And there well wrestle the fall
I neither will go to the stone chucking
Nor neither to the ball
But we will go up yon green hill
And there well wrestle the fall
They wrestled up, they wrestled down
Till John fell to the ground
A dirk did fall from Willies pouch
And deadly wounded John
Its take me on your back, dear brother
And carry me to yon well fair
And wash my bloody wounds oer and oer
And then theyll bleed no more
He took his brother on his back
And carried him to yon well fair
He washed his bloody wounds oer and oer
And still they bled the more
He went home, and fell in his mothers arms too
And wept most bitterly
Oh, what bloods this upon your coat
Dear son, dear, tell to me
It is the blood from my grey steed
He would not ride for me
Oh son, oh son, its this bloods not [of that]
Its the blood from my dear...
(corrects himself)
It aint the blood from your grey steed
That blood never was so dear
Its the blood from your dear brother
Oh son do tell to me
Oh son, oh what is this blood on your shirt
Oh son, do tell to me
It is the blood from my dear brother
A due tween I and he
She turned herself around and about
Her heart did burst in three
My best son is dead and gone
And the other I never shall see
The Two Brothers - Sung by Mr. Scott Phillips of Hundred, Wetzel County, West Virginia, USA. Recorded by Louis Watson Chappell on October 9/18, 1942.
Oh can you toss the ball
Or can you swing a bat
Go away, go away, the brother replied
For Im too young for that
They wrastled up, they wrastled down
They wrastled all around
But the pretty little knife in Williams pocket
Gave John his death-lie wound
What woundest me so sore, brother
What woundest me so sore
There never was a boy in all of days
That loved his brother more
Its take your own shirt off your back
And tear it from gore to gore
And place that on my bleeding wounds
And they will bleed no more
He took his own shirt off his back
And tore it from gore to gore
And placed that on his brothers wounds
But they still bled the more
Its take me on your back, brother
And carry me to [Chessels Church] [*]
And dig for me a good-lie grave
A wide one and a deep
He took his brother on his back
And carried him to [Chessels Church]
And dug for me a good-lie grave
A wide one and a deep
Its when that you go home brother
My mother will ask for me
Tell her Im along with my schoolmates
Ill be home a Saturday
Its when that you go home brother
My father will ask for me
Tell him Im along with my schoolmates
Ill be home a Saturday
Its when that you go home brother
My sweetheart will ask for me
Tell her Im dead and in my grave
In [Chessels Church] I lay
[*] I cant make out the place name. Texas Gladden of Virginia has Jessel Town. Prof. Childs Version C has Chester scule. That seems to be the closest match.
Elly Green Woods - Sung by Mrs. Catherine Kate Bell Toney (1874–1944) in Kitchen, Logan County, West Virginia, USA. She was born in Wayne County. Recorded by Prof. Louis Watson Chappell on August 9, 1940.
Oh can you throw a football
Or can you throw a stone
I am too little, I am too young
So brother let me alone
If mama should ask of me
Pray let the truth be known
Its tell her Im in the Elly Green Woods
My lesson for to learn
If my true love asks of me
Pray let the truth be known
Its tell her Im in the Elly Green Woods
My hounds all for to run
Oh brother, oh brother go dig my grave
Go dig it wide and deep
And bury three [drovers] at my head
My bible at my feet
My bow and arrow by my side
That I may sweetly sleep The Two Brothers (Child 49) (1940) - Jim Wright](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xsStUX4BU10/mqdefault.jpg)