|Author||Topic: Add: Lord Henry and Lady Margaret [Young Hunting]|
|dmcg||Posted - 01 May 03 - 02:02 pm|
Lord Henry and Lady Margaret [Young Hunting]
"Lay down, lay down, lovin' Henry," she said,
"An' stay all night with me;
There's a cheer for you, an' a cheer for me,
An' a candle burnin' free."
"I cain't lay down, Lady Margaret," he said,
"An' stay all night with thee;
For my old parents in Scotland
Thinks long of my comin' home."
He stood leanin' over his saddle side
A-kissin' of her so sweet;
She took a pen-knife in her hand
An' pierced him short an' deep.
"Ride on, ride on, lovin' Henry," she said,
"ride on beneath the sun,
Till you find some physician
Can cure your deadly wounds."
"I cain't ride on, Lady Margaret," he said,
"Nor ride beneath the sun;
There's no physician beneath the sky
Can cure my deadly wounds."
"Here lies a dead man in my room,
Somebody come take him away."
Some took him by the long laller hair,
An' some took him by the feet.
Some took him by the long yaller hair,
Some tokk him by the feet,
An' throwed him in the deep dry well
A fifteen fathers deep.
"Lay there, lay there, lovin' Henry," she said,
"Till the flesh rots off your bones;
For your old parents in Scotland
Thinks long of your comin' home."
She turned unto her pretty parrot,
"An' keep all secret for me;
Your cage shall be made of the costliest gold
An' swung on a green willow tree."
"I cain't keep secret an' I won't keep secret,
An' keep all secret for thee;
I seen you murder your own true love,
An' soon might murder me."
"I wisht I had my bow an' arrer,
My bow an' arrer an' string;
I'd shoot me a hole through your pretty breast
That shines so bright an' green."
"Oh, if you had your bow an' arrer,
Your bow an' arrer an' string,
I'd fly so high up in the air
You'd never see me again."
Source: Randolph, V, 1982. Ozark Folksongs, Illinois Press, Urbana
Database entry is here.
(Sorry its not a Mayday song - I should have brought one with me specially!)
Edited By dmcg - 01/05/2003 17:08:09
|Mary in Kentucky||Posted - 02 May 03 - 02:53 am|
I heard Jean Ritchie sing this one at the KY Music Festival, Aug. 2001. As best I remember, she said how the younguns loved these murder ballads!