Uploaded April 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
Skoven Årle Grøn / King Orfeo (Child No. 19) - Sung by my friend @SpringEnterprisesIndependent in Denmark. Recorded on December 25, 2024.
Notes by Kevin W.:
Norn is an extinct Scandinavian language that was once spoken on the Shetland Islands and Orkney. After Orkney and Shetland were pledged to Scotland by Norway in 1468–69 it was gradually replaced by Scots. Norn is thought to have become extinct around 1850, after the death of Walter Sutherland, the language's last known speaker.
Fragments of Norn, words, sayings and place names persisted into modern times. Child Ballad No. 19, King Orfeo, is a ballad with verses in Shetland Scots and a refrain in Norn.
My friend is a native Danish speaker and sings the ballad with a Danish pronunciation of the refrain. There is enough overlap between Danish and Norn to be able to make sense of the refrain and the Danish pronunciation of the words isn't too far off from what the (likely garbled) Norn in the ballad sounds like.
It won't be accurate to the original Norn pronunciation, we don't know how that sounded as the two recordings of the song from oral tradition (John Stickle of Unst, 1947, and Kitty Anderson of Lerwick, 1955) are not certain on it, but it seems more sensible to me than Earl Grey tea. That said, I love John Stickle's tune and how he called it just a little bit of nonsense. Song collector Patrick Shuldham-Shaw must've been excited when he heard him sing it in 1947 and realised he discovered a fragment of a previously undocumented Child ballad. ^_^
My friend sings it:
There lived a king into da east
Skoven årle grøn
There lived a lady in da wast
Hvor hjorten han går årlig
Danish
Skoven årle grøn = Early green's the wood
Hvor hjorten han går årlig = Where the hart goes yearly
Both John Stickle of Baltasound, Unst and Kitty Anderson of Lerwick sang King Orfeo and also the Unst Boat Song which is completely in Norn. They are the only recorded examples of Norn language singing known to me.
The Tobar an Dualchais / Kist o Riches website has more recordings of sayings in Norn and words that older people remembered, but I don't think there are any other songs preserved.
Kitty Anderson's pronunciation of Norn in King Orfeo seems better preserved, it resembles the Danish language enough that my friend was able to understand it.
My friend says "årle" is no longer the common Danish word for "early". It fell out of use, and "han går årlig" would be "han går årligt" in modern Danish.
Still, I find it interesting that there is enough overlap with Norn to be able to make sense of it that way.
We'd wager a guess that modern day Faroese is probably quite similar to Norn, if not its direct descendant. The Faroe Islands, Orkney and Shetland were all part of the Norwegian Kingdom. So the language of the Faroe Islands which is still a Norse language today is probably the most similar to Norn.
Song transcription:
Der lived a king inta da aste,
Skoven årle grøn
Der lived a lady in da wast.
Hvor hjorten han går årlig
Dis king he has a huntin gaen,
He's left his Lady Isabel alane.
'Oh I wis ye'd never gaen away,
For at your hame is d'ol an wae.
'For da king o Ferrie we his daert,
Has pierced your lady to da hert.'
And aifter dem da king has gaen,
But whan he cam it was a grey stane.
Dan he took oot his pipes ta play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
And first he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
'Noo come ye in inta wir ha,
An come ye in among wis a'.'
Now he's gaen in inta der ha,
An he's gaen in among dem a'.
Dan he took out his pipes to play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
An first he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
'Noo tell to us what ye will hae:
What sall we gie you for your play?
'What I will hae I will you tell,
An dat's me Lady Isabel.'
'Yees tak your lady, an yees gaeng hame,
An yees be king ower a' your ain.'
He's taen his lady, an he's gaen hame,
An noo he's king ower a' his ain.
Skoven Årle Grøn / King Orfeo (Child No. 19) - Sung by my friend @SpringEnterprisesIndependent in Denmark. Recorded on December 25, 2024.
Notes by Kevin W.:
Norn is an extinct Scandinavian language that was once spoken on the Shetland Islands and Orkney. After Orkney and Shetland were pledged to Scotland by Norway in 1468–69 it was gradually replaced by Scots. Norn is thought to have become extinct around 1850, after the death of Walter Sutherland, the language's last known speaker.
Fragments of Norn, words, sayings and place names persisted into modern times. Child Ballad No. 19, King Orfeo, is a ballad with verses in Shetland Scots and a refrain in Norn.
My friend is a native Danish speaker and sings the ballad with a Danish pronunciation of the refrain. There is enough overlap between Danish and Norn to be able to make sense of the refrain and the Danish pronunciation of the words isn't too far off from what the (likely garbled) Norn in the ballad sounds like.
It won't be accurate to the original Norn pronunciation, we don't know how that sounded as the two recordings of the song from oral tradition (John Stickle of Unst, 1947, and Kitty Anderson of Lerwick, 1955) are not certain on it, but it seems more sensible to me than Earl Grey tea. That said, I love John Stickle's tune and how he called it just a little bit of nonsense. Song collector Patrick Shuldham-Shaw must've been excited when he heard him sing it in 1947 and realised he discovered a fragment of a previously undocumented Child ballad. ^_^
My friend sings it:
There lived a king into da east
Skoven årle grøn
There lived a lady in da wast
Hvor hjorten han går årlig
Danish
Skoven årle grøn = Early green's the wood
Hvor hjorten han går årlig = Where the hart goes yearly
Both John Stickle of Baltasound, Unst and Kitty Anderson of Lerwick sang King Orfeo and also the Unst Boat Song which is completely in Norn. They are the only recorded examples of Norn language singing known to me.
The Tobar an Dualchais / Kist o Riches website has more recordings of sayings in Norn and words that older people remembered, but I don't think there are any other songs preserved.
Kitty Anderson's pronunciation of Norn in King Orfeo seems better preserved, it resembles the Danish language enough that my friend was able to understand it.
My friend says "årle" is no longer the common Danish word for "early". It fell out of use, and "han går årlig" would be "han går årligt" in modern Danish.
Still, I find it interesting that there is enough overlap with Norn to be able to make sense of it that way.
We'd wager a guess that modern day Faroese is probably quite similar to Norn, if not its direct descendant. The Faroe Islands, Orkney and Shetland were all part of the Norwegian Kingdom. So the language of the Faroe Islands which is still a Norse language today is probably the most similar to Norn.
Song transcription:
Der lived a king inta da aste,
Skoven årle grøn
Der lived a lady in da wast.
Hvor hjorten han går årlig
Dis king he has a huntin gaen,
He's left his Lady Isabel alane.
'Oh I wis ye'd never gaen away,
For at your hame is d'ol an wae.
'For da king o Ferrie we his daert,
Has pierced your lady to da hert.'
And aifter dem da king has gaen,
But whan he cam it was a grey stane.
Dan he took oot his pipes ta play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
And first he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
'Noo come ye in inta wir ha,
An come ye in among wis a'.'
Now he's gaen in inta der ha,
An he's gaen in among dem a'.
Dan he took out his pipes to play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
An first he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
'Noo tell to us what ye will hae:
What sall we gie you for your play?
'What I will hae I will you tell,
An dat's me Lady Isabel.'
'Yees tak your lady, an yees gaeng hame,
An yees be king ower a' your ain.'
He's taen his lady, an he's gaen hame,
An noo he's king ower a' his ain.
![The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) (Fragment) - Recited, then sung by Regina Jeannie Robertson (Mrs. Jean Higgins), Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Recorded by Jean Ritchie and her husband George Pickow for the BBC on 1953-11-28.
Note by Kevin W.:
Jeannie Robertson did not have a tune for the ballad until she heard Jean Ritchie sing her version of it for her. Jeannie said that as a child she heard it recited, not sung, from relatives in Pertshire, Scotland. The verses she recites recall the ones remembered by Charlotte Higgins of Blairgowrie, Perthshire.
Notes by Jean Ritchie on the Mudcat.org forum:
I got other verses from Jeannie Robertson when we met in 1952, and she said the first two verses like a poetry, and I told her to try singing them, as they were actually the first two verses of her Four Maries. She couldnt believe it at first, tried it, then finally it fit. She was so happy!
Yes, the 1953 recording of Jeannie Robertson was done by myself and my husband George Pickow, towards the end of my Fulbright year in the British Isles and Northern Ireland (or as we say at home, England, Scotland and Ireland). Hamish Henderson was along as friend, guide, and collector with us on behalf of his University.
Song transcription to be corrected:
A knock came tae the kitchen door,
It soonded through aa the room,
That Marie Hamilton had a ween
Tae the highest man in the toon,
Whaur is the ween ye had last nicht?
Whaur is the ween, I say?
They looked high and they looked low,
And they looked below the bed,
And there they found the dear wee ween,
Laying in a pool o blood.
...
Sink ye, or swim ye, yell get nae mair frae me.
Oh rise, Mary Hamilton, and come alang wi me.
This day yere gaun tae Edinborough toon,
A rich weddin for tae see.
...
...
She went up the tall booth stair,
And the heels did click o her sheen,
[And she was smiling,]
When she came doon again,
The tears did blind her ee,
For she was condemned tae dee. The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TqjBXaO-Pbw/mqdefault.jpg)



![Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen
Young Johnston and the Young Colonel / Young Johnstone (Child No. 88) - Sung by Cathie MacQueen, a Traveller at Pitlochry, Moulin, Perthshire, Scotland. She learned it from her grandparents and parents. Recorded by Dr. Linda Williamson on November 22th, 1975.
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/39283?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Cathie MacQueens song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Note by Kevin W.:
This is really, really good. I never expected to hear such a full version of this beautiful ballad. The episode with Glengyle Ive never heard before. Betsy Whytes version didnt have it, Jessie MacDonalds didnt have it, and neither did Prof. Childs texts.
Song transcription:
Johnston and the Young Colonel
Was drinking high at wine.
You will marry my sister
And I will marry thine.
[Oh no, oh no, says the Young Colonel
Such a thing can never be.
Ill keep her as my housekeeper
When I come oer the lea.] *
Now Johnston had a small penknife
He wore down by his side,
He thrust it in the Young Colonel
An neer a word (he spoke) more.
Then he looked all around with a tearful eye
To see if anyone eyed him
But who should he spy but the Young Glengyle
With the wind his clothing flying.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Or (in) pieces I will break it
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And you have done it falsely.
Oh yield your sword, Glengyle, he says
Do not make me kill you
Though I have killed the Young Colonel
I have not done it falsely.
Oh draw your sword, Johnston, he says
Dont like a dog destice(?) me
For you have killed the Young Colonel
And Ive come it to see.
Oh twice Johnston thrust and twice he missed
And twice he could have slain him
But he thrust it through the Young Colonel (Glengyle)
No longer hed detain him.
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Where man or bird shall hide him
Twas on the shore where waves did roar
Its there he left him dying.
He mounted up his milk white steed
Rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his sister Ann
And there alighted he.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh sister dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Make haste and dont waste time
If you have killed that Young Colonel
Youre no dear brother of mine.
He mounted up his milk white steed
And rode like lightning oer the lea
Until he came to his true loves abode
And he tinkled at the pin.
Oh Johnston, dear, I had a dream,
And I hope its for your good.
Theyre after you with hounds and hawks
And the Young Colonel is dead.
Oh Margaret dear your dream is true
Can I come in and rest my head
Theyre after me with hounds and hawks
And your own dear brother is dead.
Oh Johnston dear, oh dear Johnston,
Come in and take a sleep
What care I for the Young Colonel
When your own dear body is mine.
They were nor through nor up the stairs,
No time to take a sleep
When four and twenty belted knights
Came charging at the gate.
Oh did you see a bloody knight
For he was just taking this way
Were after him both day and night
For free he must not be.
[Bloody was his hawk, he said
And bloody was his hound,
And bloody was his milk white steed
That carried him oer the lea.] *
My parlors full of gentlemen
My barns full of hay
I have not seen no bloody knight
Ive no room for him to stay.
Alight, alight, dear gentlemen,
And have some bread and wine.
If you flew so swiftly oer the lea
Hes passed the bridge o Tyne.
Oh thank you for your bread, my dear
And thank you for your wine,
But I would give all broad Scotland
That your own dear body was mine.
Arise, arise, oh dear Johnston
Arise and breast(?) no more
For theres four and twenty belted knights
A-seeking you at my door.
For Johnston drew his good broad sword,
That lay down by his side,
And he thrust it through his own true love
And she dropped down to the floor.
Oh Johnston, dear, what have you done
Youd no (need) to kill me
For I had given you all my fathers land
And all my mothers fee.
Oh live, oh live, oh dear true love,
Oh live for one more hour.
And theres not a leech in all the land
That Ill have at your bower
Oh Johnston dear, how can I live
Even for one hour
Cant you see that my true hearts blood
Goes trickling oer the floor.
Oh Margaret dear, what have I done
For true this cannot be
Id rather die along with you
As part once more from thee.
So its in he pierced his own true heart
And fell down by her side
And clutching his true love in his arms
Thats how they both have died.
* Cathie missed these two verses when singing it but recited them in the conversation after. Young Johnston and the Young Colonel (Child 88) - Cathie MacQueen](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/VvPKoWW5gEY/mqdefault.jpg)





![The Mouses Wedding to the Frog (Roud 16) (August 1986) - Duncan Williamson (Traditional Singer)
Frog he Would a Wooing Go / Kitty Alone / Mr. Frog / The Frogs Wedding / The Wedding of Frog and Mouse / Frog Went A-Courting (Roud No. 16) / The House that Jack Built (Roud No. 20584) / The Wind in the Sky / Ill Tell Me Ma / The Belle of Belfast City (Roud No. 2649) - Sung by Duncan Williamson (1928-2007), a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire, Scotland, later settled in Fife. Filmed and recorded by David Kotyk as part of the John D. Niles folklore research team for the Scottish Voices project at a rented house in Auchtermuchty in August 1986.
00:00:00 Sings The Mouses Wedding to the Frog
00:03:08 Sings The House that Jack Built
00:05:54 Sings The Wind in the Sky
00:06:52 Video Ends
The original movie can be watched here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/A3QUNVLUHBNVD38A
A biography of Duncan Williamson can be read here:
https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/4292?l=en
Linda Williamsons thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, its well worth your time if youre interested in Duncan Williamsons song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
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, all the rights belong with the University of Wisconsin which houses the John D. Niles Collection.
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.
The videos give us an impression of what Duncan Williamson was like as a person and they show us how he performed his songs and stories to an audience. The visual aspect of performance is completely missed when we listen to sound recordings.
My main interest are the songs and ballads from Traveller tradition which Duncan kept alive. His interest in folklore led him to seek out other Traveller singers and storytellers and learn songs and stories from them, many of which were on the verge of being lost forever. In a way Duncan was a folklore collector himself.
Song transcription:
A froggie would a-wooing ride
A froggie would a-wooing ride
With sword and buckle by his side,
Oh ho.
Oh first he came to a mouses den
Oh-ho, ho
First he came to a mouses den
He said, Miss Mouse, would you let me in?
Oh ho.
So he took Miss Mousie on his knee
Oh-ho, ho
He took Miss Mousie on his knee,
He said, Miss Mouse, will you marry me?
Oh ho.
She said, Where will the marriage service be?
Oh-ho, ho
Where will the marriage service be?
Down at the hollow by the old oak tree,
Oh ho.
She said, What will the marriage supper be?
Oh-ho, ho
What will the marriage supper be?
A slice of cake and a cup o tea,
Oh ho.
Then the first to come in was Mrs. Moth,
Oh-ho, ho
The first to come in was Mrs. Moth,
She come to lay the tablecloth,
Oh-ho, ho.
Then the next came in was Major Dick,
Oh-ho
[Spoken aside: Major Dick was a grasshopper.]
The next came in was Major Dick,
He et so much that he fell sick,
Oh-ho, ho.
So they had to send for Doctor Fly,
Oh ho
They had to send for Doctor Fly,
For fear that Major Dick would die,
Oh ho.
The next came in was a squirrel with a curly tail, tail,
The next came in was a squirrel with a curly tail,
He tore his head on a rusty nail,
Oh-ho, ho.
Next came in was a big big black brown snake,
Oh, next came in was a big brown snake,
He coiled himself roond the wedding cake,
Oh-ho, ho.
So they all went sailing down tae the lake,
Oh-ho, ho
They all went sailing tae down the lake,
They were gobbled up by a big fat drake,
Oh-ho, ho. The Mouses Wedding to the Frog (Roud 16) (August 1986) - Duncan Williamson (Traditional Singer)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/XSCdAur9YTc/mqdefault.jpg)