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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 Lizzie's 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 Scotland's 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.
Lizzie's slow style of singing which she based on her father's 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 father's songs but sang closer to her mother's style for Jeannie's 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): mustrad.org.uk/articles/higgins.htm
Both Lizzie and Stanley Robertson (Jeannie Robertson's nephew) have been recorded singing this beautiful ballad.
Stanley's version can be heard here:
youtu.be/lN0JmkvxdQQ
Song transcription:
The provost's ae dochter was walking alane,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
When she saw a Scots pris'ner a-makin' his mean (moan); [There's 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 she'd loose me oot o this prison sae strong."
She went intae her father's bedstock,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
She's stolen the keys o'er many a great lock,
And she's loosed him oot o the prison sae strong.
She went intae her father's stable,
Oh but her love it was easy won,
She's 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, you're 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,
You'll 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."
"It's cook in my kitchen ye can ne'er be,
Oh but your love it was easily won,
For my lady she wouldna hae servants like thee,
So ye'll need to gang hame tae Northumberland."
When she cam hame, her father frowned and did say,
"Oh but your love it was easily won, [There's a gap in the video]
Ye've gang with a Scotsman, and you're 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 you're nae the first that the Scots hae beguiled."
And ye're 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 you're 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 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 Lizzie's 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 Scotland's 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.
Lizzie's slow style of singing which she based on her father's 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 father's songs but sang closer to her mother's style for Jeannie's 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): mustrad.org.uk/articles/higgins.htm
Both Lizzie and Stanley Robertson (Jeannie Robertson's nephew) have been recorded singing this beautiful ballad.
Stanley's version can be heard here:
youtu.be/lN0JmkvxdQQ
Song transcription:
The provost's ae dochter was walking alane,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
When she saw a Scots pris'ner a-makin' his mean (moan); [There's 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 she'd loose me oot o this prison sae strong."
She went intae her father's bedstock,
Oh but her love it was easily won,
She's stolen the keys o'er many a great lock,
And she's loosed him oot o the prison sae strong.
She went intae her father's stable,
Oh but her love it was easy won,
She's 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, you're 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,
You'll 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."
"It's cook in my kitchen ye can ne'er be,
Oh but your love it was easily won,
For my lady she wouldna hae servants like thee,
So ye'll need to gang hame tae Northumberland."
When she cam hame, her father frowned and did say,
"Oh but your love it was easily won, [There's a gap in the video]
Ye've gang with a Scotsman, and you're 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 you're nae the first that the Scots hae beguiled."
And ye're 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 you're 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 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)



![The Grey Selkie of Sule Skerry (Child 113) - James Henderson
The Grey Silkie / The Selkie / The Great Selchie of Shool Skerrie / The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry (Child No. 113) - One verse sung and the remainder recited by James Henderson of South Ronaldsay, Orkney, Scotland. He learned the song from his mother. Recorded by Alan J. Bruford on September 4th, 1970.
Notes by Kevin W.:
Alan J. Bruford wrote an extensive article on this ballad: The Grey Selkie in E B Lyle (ed), Ballad Studies. Cambridge: D S Brewer for the Folklore Society, 1976:
https://open.journals.ed.ac.uk/ScottishStudies/article/view/480/506
James Henderson told him he was scolded by his school teacher as a boy that he could never hold the tune. He sang it different each time Alan visited him, theres no certainty of his tune.
Compare this to a text sung by John Sinclair of Flotta, Orkney. Recorded by Sean Davies in July 1955:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v JLb8FIOwgI
And to a fragment sung by John G. Halcro of South Ronaldsay, Orkney. Recorded by Alan J. Bruford in 1973:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYjuQxfUkxc
Song transcription:
There lived a maid in the Norway lands;
Hush ba loo lil-ly, she did sing:
I dinna ken where my babes father is
Or what lands he travels in.
Now it happened one night
As this fair maid lay fast asleep
That in there came a grey selkie
And laid himself down at her bed feet,
Crying Awake, awake, my pretty maid
For thy babes fathers sitting at thy bed feet.
For Im a man upon the land
A selkie in the sea,
And I do come from the Wastard o Hoy,
Which wise men do call Sule Skerrie.
My name it is good Hyne Malair;
An I earn my livin by the sea,
An when Im far from evry shore
Its then I am in Sule Skerrie.
Oh, what a fate, what a weary fate
What a weary fates been laid for me,
That a selkie should come from the Wastard o Hoy
To the Norway lands to have a babe with me.
Oh, I will wed thee with a ring,
With a ring, my dear, Ill wed with thee.
Thou may wed thus weds with whom thou wilt,
But Im sure thoull neer wed none wi me.
Then thou shalt nurse thy little wee son
For seven long years upon thy knee;
And at the end of seven years
Ill come an pay thy nurses fee.
Its, oh, shes nursed her little wee son
For seven years upon her knee
And hes come back a gay gentleman
With a coffer of gold and white monie.
She says, Ill wed thee with a ring
With a ring, my dear, Ill wed wi thee.
Thou may wed thees weds with whom thou wilt,
Im sure thoull neer wed none wi me.
But you will get a gunner good,
And aye a good gunner hell be,
And hell gaeng out on a May morning
And hell shoot the son and the grey selkie.
(So he took the son away and ...)
Ill put a gey gold chain about his neck,
[An a gey good gold chain itll be]
That if ever he comes to the Norway lands,
Its, oh, well know-ed he may be.
And, oh, she got a gunner good,
And aye a good gunner was he
And he gaed out one May morning
An he shot the son and the grey selkie.
(Then he returned and showed her this wonderful thing that hed found, the gold chain on the selkies neck ...)
Oh you have shot good Hyne Malair,
And oh, he was right kind to me.
She gied a sigh, sobbed aince or twice,
And then her tender heart did brak in three. The Grey Selkie of Sule Skerry (Child 113) - James Henderson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zRNiBHSGRRs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Willie Lost at Sea / The Cruel Grave (Roud 22567) (August 1986) - Duncan Williamson
Willie Lost at Sea / The Cruel Grave / Willie-O / The Bay of Biscay / Biscay-O (Roud No. 22567) / The Grey Cock (Child No. 248 Appendix) - Sung by Duncan Williamson, a Traveller of Furnace, Argyllshire, Scotland, later settled in Fife. He learned it from his grandmother Bett MacColl in Tarbert, Loch Fyne, Kintyre. Recorded by John D. Niles in August 1986 in the sitting room of a rented house in Auchtermuchty, Fife.
The original recording can be heard here:
https://search.library.wisc.edu/digital/AJHTREMELAEAR382
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
Note by Kevin W.:
Duncan called it The Cruel Grave or Willie Lost at Sea on different occasions.
This is a conflation of two songs, The Night Visiting Song (Roud No. 22568) which tells of a nightly visit between non ghostly lovers. And Willie-O or The Bay of Biscay (Roud No. 22567) which tells of a nightly visit by the ghost of a former lover. With the story and the way it is told being similar it makes sense that the two songs would merge in oral tradition. In this conflated form the song was popular with Irish Travellers and I do wonder if Bett MacColls song was originally learned from an Irish source.
A famous example was recorded from Mrs. Cecilia Costello of Birmingham who learned it from her Irish parents. Her text and tune are similar to Duncans but also include the cock bribery stanzas from The Grey Cock (Child No. 248).
Song transcription:
You see, Marie [*], to start with, love is a very fine thing. And sometimes people would carry love a wee bit too far, even beyond the grave.
So this tells a story of a young lady who was in love with a young sailor, and he was gone in the sea. He had sailed away, and he was gone for many many years. He was gone for many months, he was gone for years. But she still loved him, she could not forget him. And during the night she used to lie in her bed, praying to almighty God to send him back home to her. But unknown to her, he had been drowned at sea. And when someone is dead, theyre supposed to be forgotten, and let them sleep in peace. But with her praying every night for God to send him back, his soul could not rest. So one night his spirit came back to her to tell her to give him peace.
And this is what happened:
Oh its seven long years since my true love left me,
It is seven long years since he went to sea;
But another seven I will wait as pleasure,
Till he comes home and he marries me.
Now I lie in my bed and I often wonder,
I lie in my bed and I often pray,
I pray to my dearest God in Heaven,
Would he send my true love back home to me?
Now who-who is that there thats at my window?
He is keeping me out of my nights rest.
It is not my father, it is not my mother
Who is keeping me out of my nights rest.
He said, Open your door, love, oh let me in, love;
Will you open your door, will you let me in?
For I am cold, love, and I am weary,
And I am wet to the very skin.
So she opened the door with the greatest of pleasure,
She opened the door and she let him in;
She said, If youre my Willie, you have changed your colour,
Youre not like the young man I used to know.
So they got talking and went walking
Until the small cock he began to crow;
He said, I must away, dear, I can stay no longer,
Oh for its a far way I have to go.
She said, Willie, love, oh please dont leave me;
Willie dear, dont go back to sea;
Oh Willie, love, oh please dont leave me;
Oh Willie, wont you stay with me?
He said, I must away, dear, I can stay no longer,
For its a far way I have to go;
But when Im gone, dear, please pray no longer,
For never more can I come home to you.
The idea of the cock: when the cock crows at five oclock in the morning, all spirits must be home before the sun rises, you see? Thats why I said, When the small cock he began to crow, it means it tells ye, all evil must be gone when the sun rises. Well, all spirits must back to rest when the sun rises in the morning. The cock crows at five oclock. The small cock means the little cock crows at five oclock. He knew it was time for him to go back to his grave. And she begged him not to go, but he had to go. And the only thing he wanted her — to pray no more. To give him rest for evermore. Its called The Cruel Grave. That is a good old traditional ballad. I got the cup for that in Auchtermuchty. [**]
[*] Marie Jeffress, one of the more elderly members of John Niles folklore research team. Duncan deliberately included her by name, as she was seated right next to him, and he often singled out individual members of his audience for special acknowledgment.
[**] Duncan won the traditional mens singing competition at the Auchtermuchty Festival in Fife. Willie Lost at Sea / The Cruel Grave (Roud 22567) (August 1986) - Duncan Williamson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zSyC0GNt2Q4/mqdefault.jpg)
