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Sir James the Rose (Child No. 213) - Sung by Mrs. Martha "Peasie" Johnstone (Martha Reid), a Traveller of Birnam, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned the song from her grandfather in Aberfeldy. Recorded by Hamish Henderson in February 1957 for the School of Scottish Studies.
Note by Kevin W.:
A beautiful fragment of "Sir James the Rose" (Child 213).
Interestingly it mentions Matilda by name which does not happen in Prof. Child's text:
http://71.174.62.16/Demo/LongerHarvest?Text=Child_d21301
There is a later ballad called "Sir James the Ross, A Historical Ballad" thought to have been composed by Michael Bruce (1746-1767) and printed in the Weekly Magazine or Edinburgh Amusement, September 20, 1770, IX, 371-73. It tells the same story in a much more stilted, literary style. None of its verses resemble the fragment recalled by Martha Johnstone.
This is indeed the older traditional ballad in which Matilda reveals the hiding place of Sir James the Rose to a band of men in search of him. It ends with the heart of the murdered Sir James being presented to Matilda "as a reward" and her request to have him buried under a green tree so she can come and visit him. The burial request is granted but "his grave you may never see for a prisoner you will be".
Martha Johnstone learned the old songs from her grandparents and from older Travellers. We're indebted to her for sharing her songs with people and to Maurice Fleming and Hamish Henderson in the 1950s, Peter Shepheard in the 1960s and Linda Williamson in later years for visiting and recording her.
Martha told Linda Williamson how she tried to teach The Golden Vanity to her grandchildren, to get them interested in the old songs, but they had more interest in television than singing. Most singers, and especially Travellers felt regret at not being able to pass their songs on to a new generation. A song wasn't only a song, it was a living memory of their parents, their forebears. While singing there was a strong emotional connection with the person the song was learned from. When that person passed their memory lived on whenever the song was sung.
The original recording can be listened to here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/21705?l=en
A biography of Martha Johnstone along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/2719?l=en
Linda Williamson's thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Martha Johnstone's song repertoire: era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Song transcription:
Matilda please do tell me where
Do tell me where Sir James Rose might be
Oh is he in yon hilltop
Or is he in his pasture land
He is not in thon high hilltop
Nor yet in his pasture land
He is not here, perhaps he's gone
Down yon valley
Oh please, oh please do tell me
Where Lord James he is gone
We're only here to detect [*] him
And guard him from his enemy
Oh if that's the truth that you tell to me
I'll take you to Lord James the Rose
He's sleeping in his brechan plaid
Down by the river Tay
Into a gooseberry bush
Oh take me there, oh take me there
Your reward will be granted too
For when they come to that gooseberry bush
Sir James the Rose being sleeping in his brechan plaid
They stabbed him and gave her his heart
Saying there your reward Matilda too
Oh do not bury him in under land
Oh bury him beneath yon green tree
Oh bury him beneath yon green tree
That I can come and visit he
I will bury him beneath yon green tree
But his grave, his grave you will never see
For you're a prisoner for now and forever
For his grave you will never see
* protect?
Sir James the Rose (Child No. 213) - Sung by Mrs. Martha "Peasie" Johnstone (Martha Reid), a Traveller of Birnam, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned the song from her grandfather in Aberfeldy. Recorded by Hamish Henderson in February 1957 for the School of Scottish Studies.
Note by Kevin W.:
A beautiful fragment of "Sir James the Rose" (Child 213).
Interestingly it mentions Matilda by name which does not happen in Prof. Child's text:
http://71.174.62.16/Demo/LongerHarvest?Text=Child_d21301
There is a later ballad called "Sir James the Ross, A Historical Ballad" thought to have been composed by Michael Bruce (1746-1767) and printed in the Weekly Magazine or Edinburgh Amusement, September 20, 1770, IX, 371-73. It tells the same story in a much more stilted, literary style. None of its verses resemble the fragment recalled by Martha Johnstone.
This is indeed the older traditional ballad in which Matilda reveals the hiding place of Sir James the Rose to a band of men in search of him. It ends with the heart of the murdered Sir James being presented to Matilda "as a reward" and her request to have him buried under a green tree so she can come and visit him. The burial request is granted but "his grave you may never see for a prisoner you will be".
Martha Johnstone learned the old songs from her grandparents and from older Travellers. We're indebted to her for sharing her songs with people and to Maurice Fleming and Hamish Henderson in the 1950s, Peter Shepheard in the 1960s and Linda Williamson in later years for visiting and recording her.
Martha told Linda Williamson how she tried to teach The Golden Vanity to her grandchildren, to get them interested in the old songs, but they had more interest in television than singing. Most singers, and especially Travellers felt regret at not being able to pass their songs on to a new generation. A song wasn't only a song, it was a living memory of their parents, their forebears. While singing there was a strong emotional connection with the person the song was learned from. When that person passed their memory lived on whenever the song was sung.
The original recording can be listened to here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/21705?l=en
A biography of Martha Johnstone along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/2719?l=en
Linda Williamson's thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Martha Johnstone's song repertoire: era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Song transcription:
Matilda please do tell me where
Do tell me where Sir James Rose might be
Oh is he in yon hilltop
Or is he in his pasture land
He is not in thon high hilltop
Nor yet in his pasture land
He is not here, perhaps he's gone
Down yon valley
Oh please, oh please do tell me
Where Lord James he is gone
We're only here to detect [*] him
And guard him from his enemy
Oh if that's the truth that you tell to me
I'll take you to Lord James the Rose
He's sleeping in his brechan plaid
Down by the river Tay
Into a gooseberry bush
Oh take me there, oh take me there
Your reward will be granted too
For when they come to that gooseberry bush
Sir James the Rose being sleeping in his brechan plaid
They stabbed him and gave her his heart
Saying there your reward Matilda too
Oh do not bury him in under land
Oh bury him beneath yon green tree
Oh bury him beneath yon green tree
That I can come and visit he
I will bury him beneath yon green tree
But his grave, his grave you will never see
For you're a prisoner for now and forever
For his grave you will never see
* protect?
![The Daemon Lover (Child 243) - Martha Johnstone
The Ships Carpenter / The Carpenters Wife / The Daemon Lover / James Harris / Ship Carpenter / House Carpenter / Well Met, My True Love (Child No. 243) - Sung by Mrs. Martha Peasie Johnstone (Martha Reid), a Traveller of Birnam, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned the song from her great-grandfather David Whyte from Aberdeenshire. Recorded by Hamish Henderson in February 1957 for the School of Scottish Studies.
Note by Kevin W.:
The first two stanzas may belong to The Lass of Roch Royal (Child 76). The stanzas about the hills of heaven and hell belong to The Daemon Lover (Child 243).
A similar fragment was sung by Andrew Stewart, a Traveller of Blairgowrie, Perthshire.
It was recorded by Hamish Henderson in August 1955:
https://youtu.be/qCubbAnsVow
Martha Johnstone learned the old songs from her grandparents and from older Travellers. Were indebted to her for sharing her songs with people and to Maurice Fleming and Hamish Henderson in the 1950s, Peter Shepheard in the 1960s and Linda Williamson in later years for visiting and recording her.
Martha told Linda Williamson how she tried to teach The Golden Vanity to her grandchildren, to get them interested in the old songs, but they had more interest in television than singing. Most singers, and especially Travellers felt regret at not being able to pass their songs on to a new generation. A song wasnt only a song, it was a living memory of their parents, their forebears. While singing there was a strong emotional connection with the person the song was learned from. When that person passed their memory lived on whenever the song was sung.
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/21695?l=en
A biography of Martha Johnstone along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/2719?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Martha Johnstones song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Song transcription:
For who shall foot my glove to me
Aye who shall be a mother to my babe
Till I return once more
For your father he shall foot your glove
And your mother shall be a mother to your babe
Till you return once more
For whatna hill is thon she says
Its as white as any snow
For thons the halls of Heaven he says
Where you and I must go [*]
For whatna hill is thon she says
Its as black as any crow
For thons the halls of Hell he says
Where all bad people must go
* Usually the lines are reversed like this:
Thons the halls of Heaven
Where all good people go
Thons the halls of Hell
Where you and I must go The Daemon Lover (Child 243) - Martha Johnstone](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pEI8mrGDvKQ/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Cruel Mother (Child 20) - Elizabeth Stewart
Doon By the Greenwood Sidie O / 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 Elizabeth Stewart (1939-2022) of the Travelling Stewarts of Fetterangus, Aberdeenshire, Scotland. She learned it from her aunt Lucy Stewart of Fetterangus, from whom the song had previously been recorded by Prof. Kenneth S. Goldstein in the 1950s. Recorded by the John D. Niles folklore research team for the Scottish Voices project in August 1988 at a house in St. Andrews, Fife, that John Niles and his research team were renting at that time.
The original recording can be heard here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/ARHXT3K4TSV4DD87
Note by Kevin W.:
The opening verse comes from a different song, Logan Water (Roud No. 6843).
The Stewart family version is remarkably independent of other versions from 20th century traditional singers Ive heard. In Elizabeth Stewarts text the babes are being choked with a ribbon instead of stabbed with a knife, thats a very uncommon feature.
Elizabeth Stewart was a wonderful singer, she had a great style. You can feel the passion in her voice.
Song transcription:
Its Logans woods and Logans braes,
Whaur I helped ma bonnie lassie on wi her claes;
First her hose then and her sheen,
She gaen me the slip when I wis deen.
Shes taen her cloak aboot her heid,
And shes gaen tae dee a gruesome deed;
Shes gaen tae tae dee a gruesome deed,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Shes leaned her back against a thorn,
And twa bonnie bairnies she has born;
Twa bonnie bairnies she has born,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Shes taen a ribbon fae aff her hair,
And shes chokit them though they grat sair;
Shes chokit them though they grat sair,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Four days and nichts she grew wan and pale,
And what ailed her no theres nane could tell;
What ailed her no theres nane could tell,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Four days and nichts she bore her bairn,
So that nane could meddle wi her guid name;
Nane could meddle wi her guid name,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
[Shes dug a hole beside a tree,
And shes beeried them whaur theres nane can see;
Shes beeried them whaur theres nane can see,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.] *
Shes lookit ower the castle waa,
And she seen twa bonnie bairnies playin at the baa;
She seen twa bonnie bairnies playin at the baa,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Oh bonnie bairnies if you were mine,
I wid hae fed ye on the white coo milk and wine;
I wid hae fed ye on the white coo milk and wine,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
Oh cruel mother when we were thine,
You didna feed us on the white coo milk and wine;
You didna feed us on the white coo milk and wine,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
But you took a ribbon fae aff your hair,
And you chokit us though we grat sair;
You chokit us though we grat sair,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
While we two now in Heaven do dwell,
Youve got tae face the fierce fires o Hell;
Youve got tae face thae fires o Hell,
Doun by the greenwood sidie O.
* Elizabeth didnt sing this verse this time, but she did in other recordings. The Cruel Mother (Child 20) - Elizabeth Stewart](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pYB06WDM0Ew/mqdefault.jpg)
![Mary Hamilton (Child 173) - Katherine Campbell
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) - Sung by Katherine Campbell on The Songs of Amelia and Jane Harris - Scots Songs and Ballads From Perthshire Tradition (2004).
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.
Liner Notes:
This lovely ballad, often known by the title The Four Maries, has been widely popular in Scotland during the last couple of centuries. The twenty eight versions in Child make it the most popular in his collection (Child 173; GD 195) and Bronson included the Harris tune among twelve. Whether the ballad reflects a historical event associated with Mary Queen of Scots is by no means certain. When Mary Stuart was sent to France in 1548 at the age of five or six she had four companions of her own age all by the name of Mary and when she returned in 1561 the four Maries returned with her. They were named Fleming, Seaton, Livingstone and Beaton and some of these names are retained in the still popularly known verse:
Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht she’ll hae but three;
There was Mary Bethune and Mary Seaton,
An Mary Carmichael and me.
The story takes place in the court of Mary Stuart where the unfortunate heroine is one of the queen’s four maries (i.e. her ladies in waiting, coincidentally all named Mary). The young Mary (Hamilton) has fallen pregnant as she says:
Queen Mary’s bread it was sae sweet,
An her wine it was sae fine;
That I hae lien in a young man’s arms,
And I rued it aye sin syne.
In many versions the father is given as “the highest Stewart of all”, that is Henry Darnley, but this is unlikely. Mary gives birth to the babe who the queen “hears greetin sae sair,” but Mary says it is herself in pain from colic. However, they search high and low and “there they got the wee, wee babe, but its life was far awa.” Mary is summoned to Edinburgh where she is tried and the ballad ends as ‘the bonniest Mary amang them a’ was hanged upon a tree.” Historical evidence suggests that the actual event referred to was the murder of a child born to a French maidservant of Mary Queen of Scots, for which she and her lover, an apothecary to the queen, were executed in 1563 and not to any of her maids-of-honour (the “Queen’s Maries”).
Song transcription:
My mother was a proud, proud woman,
A proud, proud woman and a bold;
She sent me to Queen Maries bour,
When scarcely eleven years old.
Queen Maries bread it was sae sweet,
An her wine it was sae fine,
That I hae lien in a young mans 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?
Its no a babe, a babie fair,
Nor ever intends to be;
But I mysel, wi a sair colic,
Was seek and like to dee.
They socht the bed baith up an doon,
Frae the pillow to the straw,
An there they got the wee wee babe,
But its life was far awa.
[Go dress, go dress, Marie Hamilton,
Go dress and make you fine,
For you maun gang to Edinborough,
And stand up for your name.] *
Youll no put on your dowie black,
Nor yet your dowie broun;
But youll put on your ried, ried silk,
To shine through Edinborough toun.
Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The nicht shell 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. Mary Hamilton (Child 173) - Katherine Campbell](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pjjq-1F8UuY/mqdefault.jpg)







