| Author | Topic: Add:Queen Mary | |
| dmcg | Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 09:58 am | |
Queen Mary My name is Queen Mary, my age is sixteen, My father's a farmer on yonder green; He's plenty of money to dress me sae braw, But there's nae bonnie laddie will tak' me awa'. One morning I rose and I looked in the glass, 1 said to myself what a handsome young lass; My hands on my sides, and I gave a ha-ha, But there's nae bonnie laddie will tak' me awa' Source: The Singing Game,Peter and Iona Opie, 1985,ISBN 0-19-284019-3 Database entry is here Extensitive notes are in the database entry that have not be reproduced here. There is a reference in this song to "Green Gravel" discussed in this thread Edited By dmcg - 9/19/2002 10:01:58 AM | ||
| Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 12:31 pm | |
Roud 6281 Two examples were given in the Journal of the Folk Song Society, vol.V issue 19, 1915, pp.221-3. As the text Dave quotes from the Opies (which they seem to have epitomised from more than one source) doesn't correspond exactly to either, I'll add them both here; the second is the tune printed by the Opies. In each case, one verse only was given. X:1 T:Sweet Mary F:/songs B:Journal of the Folk Song Society, vol.V issue 19, 1915. S:Sung by girls from Loanfield and Lossiemouth, at Loch Awe, Scotland, Sept. 1900. Z:Annie Geddes Gilchrist. L:1/8 M:6/8 K:C G|G E G G E G|c B A G2 F| w:My name is sweet Ma-ry, my age is six-teen, My E G G G G G|D2 D D2 G|G E G G E G| w:fa-ther's a far-mer on yon-der green, He's plen-ty of mon-ey to c B A G2 F/ F/|E G G G G G|C C C C2|] w:dress me in silks, For there's nae bon-ny lad-die to tak' me a-wa'. X:2 T:Queen Mary F:/songs B:Journal of the Folk Song Society, vol.V issue 19, 1915. S:Sung by Liverpool girls at the Training Home, Southport, Lancashire. Z:Annie Geddes Gilchrist. M:6/8 L:1/8 K:D A|A F A A F A|d c B A2 A| w:Queen Ma-ry, Queen Ma-ry, my age is six-teen, My A E F G F G|B2 A A2 A|A F A A G A| w:fath-er's a farm-er in yon-der green, With plen-ty of mon-ey to d c B A2 A/ A/|A E F G F E|D d d d2|] w:dress me in silk, Come a-long, bon-ny las-sie, and give me a waltz. Sharp collected versions in Somerset as Kitty is My Name, Miss Janey and My Name is Sweet Daisy; these are unpublished. There are several sets in the Greig-Duncan collection, and in Maud Gomme's Traditional Games of England, Scotland and Ireland. The apparent ancestral piece seems to have appeared on at least one broadside; there is one such in the Madden collection, entitled A Young Maid's Lamentation for the Want of a Husband, beginning, My name its Jane, and my age is sixteen.... The song also survived outside the context of children's games; a set appears in Sam Henry's Songs of the People (Huntington and Herrmann, 1990). It came from Pat Hackett of Stone Row, Coleraine, in 1928; the text is collated from what Henry described as "the best [parts] of three versions received". Nae Bonnie Laddie tae Tak' Me Awa' My name it is Jean and my age is fifteen, My father's a farmer, he leeves near the Green, He has money in plenty, that mak's me sae braw, And there's no bonnie laddie tae tak' me awa'. When I rise in the morning my spirits is low, The very first thing tae the taypot I go, With my toes in the ashes I sit by the wa' And sigh for a laddie tae tak' me awa'. My shoes they are made o' the 'lastic so strong, That they are admired by both old and young, A sixpence would cover my heels, they're so sma', Yet there's nae bonnie laddie tae tak' me awa'. It's ten times a day I luk in the glass, I think tae mysel' I'm a gye bonnie lass, Wi' my hands on my hinches I gie a "Ha, ha!" Saying, "Is there nae bonnie laddie tae tak' me awa'?" At church every Sunday I'm sure to be there, But the clergy ne'er mentions in preachin' or prayer, In preachin' or prayer there's nae word ava Tae order young men tae tak' lasses awa'. Each evening at duskis I mak' mysel' clean, Wi' ruffles an' ribbons as gay as a queen, Wi' the finest hair cushions and curls sae braw, Yet there's nae bonnie laddie tae tak' me awa'. And when I come hame then my mother does cry, "For as braw as ye're dressed a' the lads pass ye by, Ere I was your age I had lads twenty-twa, But I think ne'er a laddie will tak' ye awa'." This speech o' my mother's it mak's me quite mad, For tae think that I'm courted by never a lad, Yet I hope the time's comin' when it will end a' And some bonnie laddie will tak' me awa'. Then be not offended at what I hae said, For it's but the language o' every young maid, It's the wish o' a' wishes o' yin and o' a' That some bonnie laddie will tak' them awa'. X:1 T:Nae Bonnie Laddie tae Tak' Me Awa' F:/songs B:Sam Henry's Songs of the People, Huntington & Herrmann, 1990. S:Pat Hackett of Stone Row, Coleraine, 1928. Z:H230. Text collated with two others. L:1/8 M:6/8 K:G D|DEF GAG|FDD D2 w:My name it is Jean and my age is fif-teen, D|DEF GAB|dcB A2 w:My fa-ther's a far-mer, he leeves near the Green, B/c/|ded cBA|GFE c2 w:He has mo-ney in plen-ty, that mak's me sae braw, D/D/|DEF GAG|FDD D3|] w:And there's no bon-nie lad-die tae tak' me a-wa'. | ||
| dmcg | Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 12:46 pm | |
Thanks Malcolm. I have replaced the ABC with your 'x:2' above since it included fuller references. I have not decided what to do about your other examples yet - its part of the great version debate - but I think we should make at least 'Nae Bonnie Laddie' into a separate database entry with links to 'Queen Mary'. Do you agree? | ||
| Mary in Kentucky | Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 02:34 pm | |
A question for the Brits... Is Kitty a nickname for Mary? I knew one once and wondered how she got Kitty from Mary. | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 02:47 pm | |
It thought Kitty was a version of Kathleen. | ||
| Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 19 Sep 02 - 03:12 pm | |
Tell you what, Dave; I'll add Nae Bonnie Laddie myself, as I could do with the practice. Then we can put in links and stuff. Database entry for Nae Bonnie Laddie is here. Edited By Malcolm Douglas - 9/19/2002 4:33:37 PM | ||
| Enid,' Lefty' (guest) |
Posted - 11 Feb 09 - 05:59 pm | |
That tune is one that we used to sing at girl guide campfires, in the late forties early fifties through to when I left the movement as a Guider. Our words went: My ship sails from China with a cargo of tea, All laden with presents for you and for me. They sent me a fan, Oh imagine my bliss when I fan myself daily like this. We sat on the floor with our legs straight out in front of us, first time you sang in like this like this as if you had a fan in your right hand. Next time fan in right and left hand, then right leg over left, then left leg over right, then lean forward and back then all of them at the same time! | ||