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Lady Margaret / Tam Lin (Child No. 39) - Sung by Duncan Williamson, a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire, Scotland, later settled in Fife. Recorded by John D. Niles in July 1984.
00:00:00 Talks about Traveller Fairy Belief
00:01:55 Sings Lady Margaret
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AXQTVRF7FT3WTN8U
A biography of Duncan Williamson along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/4292?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 Duncan Williamson's song repertoire: era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Note by Kevin W.:
Duncan first knew Tam Lin in fragmentary form from the singing of his grandmother Bett MacColl in Tarbert, Loch Fyne, Kintyre, and later completed it by adding verses he heard from other family members later in his life. Travellers called the song "Lady Margaret".
Linda Williamson, who married and lived with Duncan for many years, noted in her thesis on Traveller singing:
In October 1982 Duncan invited his second cousin Robbie Townsley to stay with him for a few weeks, so the two of them could collaborate on some narrative fragments Duncan knew. The result was the completion of Duncan's "Lady Margaret". Until 1982 the song had never been more than a partially sung and spoken fairy story in Duncan's repertoire.
Duncan ends the song with a verse that properly belongs to "The Douglas Tragedy" (Child No. 7):
So Lady Margaret on the white milk steed
Lord William on his dappled grey
With a bugle and horn hanging down by the side
It's merrily they rode away, away
It's merrily they rode away
Duncan explained how he once had a disagreement with Hamish Henderson over which of the two ballads the verse properly belongs to. Duncan said in The Douglas Tragedy they both died, there is no one riding away at the end. So he kept the verse at the end of Tam Lin which has a happy ending.
A 1967 recording made by George McIntyre and Helen Fullarton of Duncan's Tam Lin fragment before he reconstructed it can be heard here:
youtube.com/watch?v=k13q3xA5Gkg
Hamish Henderson recorded Betsy Johnston, a Traveller in Glasgow, singing Tam Lin in 1956:
youtube.com/watch?v=4XqF0NQ5XkI
Song transcription:
Oh Lady Margaret she sat ond her high chamber
She was sewing her silks and seams
And she luikit east and she luikit west
And she saw those woods grow green.
So picking up her petticoats
Beneath her harlin gown
And when she came to the merry green woods
That was there that she let them down.
For she had not pulled one nut, one nut
One nut nor scarcely three,
When the highest lord ind aa the countryside
Come a-riding through the trees.
He said, "Why do you pull those nuts, those nuts?
Why do you bend those trees?
Why do you come to this merry green wood
Without the leave of me?"
She said, "Sir, onceten time those woods were mine
Without the leave of youse,
And I can pull those nuts, those nuts
And I can bend those trees."
So he tuik her gently by the hand
And he gently laid her down,
And when he had his will of her
He raised her up again.
She said, "Now you've had your will of me
Come tell to me your name,
And if a baby I do have
I will call him the same."
He said, "I'm an earl's son from Carlyle
And I own all those woods so green,
But I was taken when I was small
By an evil fairy queen.
"But tomorrow night is Halloween
And all those nobles there'll be free,
And if you can come to the Five Mile Gate
It is there you can set me free.
"Oh first they will come some dark, some dark
And then they will come some brown,
But when there comes a milk-white steed
You must pull its rider down.
"Oh first I'll turn to a wicked snake
And then to a lion so wild,
But hold me fast and fear me not
I may be the father of your child.
"And then I'll turn to a naked man,
Oh an angry man I'll be!
Just throw your mantle over me
And then you'll have me free."
So that night at the midnight hour
Lady Margaret she made her way,
And when she came to the Five Mile Gate
She waited patiently.
Oh first there came some dark, some dark
And then there came some brown,
But when there came a milk-white steed
She pulled its rider down.
Then he turned to a wicked snake
And then to a lion so wild,
She held him fast and feared him not
He'd be the father of her child.
Then he turned to a naked man,
Oh an angry man was he!
She threw her mantle over him
And then she had him free.
And then cried the voice of the fairy queen
Oh an angry queen was she!
Saying "If I had a-known yesterday
Oh what I know today,
I'd tuik out your very heart's blood
And put in a heart of clay, clay
And put in a heart of clay.
So Lady Margaret on her white milk steed
Lord William on his dapple grey,
With the bugle and the horn hanging down by their side
It's merrily they rode away, away
It's merrily they rode away.
Lady Margaret / Tam Lin (Child No. 39) - Sung by Duncan Williamson, a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire, Scotland, later settled in Fife. Recorded by John D. Niles in July 1984.
00:00:00 Talks about Traveller Fairy Belief
00:01:55 Sings Lady Margaret
The original recording can be listened to here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AXQTVRF7FT3WTN8U
A biography of Duncan Williamson along with many further sound recordings can be found here:
tobarandualchais.co.uk/person/4292?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 Duncan Williamson's song repertoire: era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223
Note by Kevin W.:
Duncan first knew Tam Lin in fragmentary form from the singing of his grandmother Bett MacColl in Tarbert, Loch Fyne, Kintyre, and later completed it by adding verses he heard from other family members later in his life. Travellers called the song "Lady Margaret".
Linda Williamson, who married and lived with Duncan for many years, noted in her thesis on Traveller singing:
In October 1982 Duncan invited his second cousin Robbie Townsley to stay with him for a few weeks, so the two of them could collaborate on some narrative fragments Duncan knew. The result was the completion of Duncan's "Lady Margaret". Until 1982 the song had never been more than a partially sung and spoken fairy story in Duncan's repertoire.
Duncan ends the song with a verse that properly belongs to "The Douglas Tragedy" (Child No. 7):
So Lady Margaret on the white milk steed
Lord William on his dappled grey
With a bugle and horn hanging down by the side
It's merrily they rode away, away
It's merrily they rode away
Duncan explained how he once had a disagreement with Hamish Henderson over which of the two ballads the verse properly belongs to. Duncan said in The Douglas Tragedy they both died, there is no one riding away at the end. So he kept the verse at the end of Tam Lin which has a happy ending.
A 1967 recording made by George McIntyre and Helen Fullarton of Duncan's Tam Lin fragment before he reconstructed it can be heard here:
youtube.com/watch?v=k13q3xA5Gkg
Hamish Henderson recorded Betsy Johnston, a Traveller in Glasgow, singing Tam Lin in 1956:
youtube.com/watch?v=4XqF0NQ5XkI
Song transcription:
Oh Lady Margaret she sat ond her high chamber
She was sewing her silks and seams
And she luikit east and she luikit west
And she saw those woods grow green.
So picking up her petticoats
Beneath her harlin gown
And when she came to the merry green woods
That was there that she let them down.
For she had not pulled one nut, one nut
One nut nor scarcely three,
When the highest lord ind aa the countryside
Come a-riding through the trees.
He said, "Why do you pull those nuts, those nuts?
Why do you bend those trees?
Why do you come to this merry green wood
Without the leave of me?"
She said, "Sir, onceten time those woods were mine
Without the leave of youse,
And I can pull those nuts, those nuts
And I can bend those trees."
So he tuik her gently by the hand
And he gently laid her down,
And when he had his will of her
He raised her up again.
She said, "Now you've had your will of me
Come tell to me your name,
And if a baby I do have
I will call him the same."
He said, "I'm an earl's son from Carlyle
And I own all those woods so green,
But I was taken when I was small
By an evil fairy queen.
"But tomorrow night is Halloween
And all those nobles there'll be free,
And if you can come to the Five Mile Gate
It is there you can set me free.
"Oh first they will come some dark, some dark
And then they will come some brown,
But when there comes a milk-white steed
You must pull its rider down.
"Oh first I'll turn to a wicked snake
And then to a lion so wild,
But hold me fast and fear me not
I may be the father of your child.
"And then I'll turn to a naked man,
Oh an angry man I'll be!
Just throw your mantle over me
And then you'll have me free."
So that night at the midnight hour
Lady Margaret she made her way,
And when she came to the Five Mile Gate
She waited patiently.
Oh first there came some dark, some dark
And then there came some brown,
But when there came a milk-white steed
She pulled its rider down.
Then he turned to a wicked snake
And then to a lion so wild,
She held him fast and feared him not
He'd be the father of her child.
Then he turned to a naked man,
Oh an angry man was he!
She threw her mantle over him
And then she had him free.
And then cried the voice of the fairy queen
Oh an angry queen was she!
Saying "If I had a-known yesterday
Oh what I know today,
I'd tuik out your very heart's blood
And put in a heart of clay, clay
And put in a heart of clay.
So Lady Margaret on her white milk steed
Lord William on his dapple grey,
With the bugle and the horn hanging down by their side
It's merrily they rode away, away
It's merrily they rode away.





![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)
