| Author | Topic: Add: Cold, Haily, Windy Night | |
| Ed | Posted - 15 Dec 02 - 12:22 pm | |
I've finally got round to finishing this one. How long ago I started it can be seen by the fact that it's songid=3! Cold, Haily, Windy Night Oh, my hat it is frozen to my head And my feet they are like a lump of lead My shoes they are frozen to my feet A-standing at your window "Oh let me in" the soldier cried Cold, haily, windy night "Oh let me in," the soldier cried "For I'll not go back again-o" "My father he watches on the street My mother the chamber keys do keep The doors and windows, they do creak I dare not let you in-o" "Oh let me in," the soldier cried Cold, haily, windy night "Oh let me in," the soldier cried "For I'll not go back again-o" And she's rose up and she's let him in She's kissed her true love cheek and chin And she's drawn him between the sheets again And she opened and she let him in-o Then she has blessed the rainy night Cold, haily, windy night Then she has blessed the rainy night That she opened and she let him in-o "Soldier, soldier stay with me Soldier, soldier won't you marry me?" "Oh no,no,no that ne'er can be So fare thee well forever" Then she has wept for the rainy night Cold, haily, windy night Then she has wept for the rainy night That she opened and she let him in-o And he's jumped up all out of the bed And he's put his hat all on his head For she has lost her maidenhead And her mother she heard the din-o Then she has cursed the rainy night Cold, haily, windy night Then she has cursed the rainy night That she opened and she let him in-o Source: Kennedy, D (1987) Martin Carthy: A Guitar in Folk Music. Petersham, New Punchbowl Music Notes: Recorded by Martin Carthy on Landfall (Phillips, 1971). Also by Steeleye Span on Please To See The King (B&C, 1971) On the sleeve of Landfall, Carthy notes: Cold Haily Windy Night is based on the version collected by Baring Gould in the South West of England. The tune comes from Johnson's Musical Museum, with a composite text. Although this version may not be very old, in its various parts the idea is as old as the hills, for it is to be found, among other places, in the Song of Songs: "Let me in my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." The Baring Gould version is in the Digital Tradition (At the time of writing the DT midis don't work, so I've linked to the 'Yet Another Digital Tradition' mirror) Database entry is here Edited By Ed - 12/15/2002 12:24:36 PM | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 15 Dec 02 - 04:48 pm | |
Editions in the Bodleian Library broadside collection are: Printer: Pitts, J. (London) Date: between 1819 and 1844 Imprint: Pitts, Printer, Toy and Marble Warehouse, 6 Great st. Andrew street 7 dial Illus. Ballads on sheet: 1 Note: Slip. Harding B 16(54b) is another edition. Copies: Harding B 16(54a) Printer: Pitts, J. (London) Date: between 1819 and 1844 Imprint: Printed and sold by J Pits [sic] No 6 Great St Andrew Street, 7 Dials Illus. Ballads on sheet: 1 Copies: Firth c.14(200) | ||
| Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 15 Dec 02 - 06:17 pm | |
Roud 135. Less often found in England than in Scotland, where it turns up as Let Me in this Ae Nicht, The Laird o' Windy Wa's and so on. David Herd published a set in his Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs (1779) as O Lassie Art Thou Sleeping Yet, and it appeared in Johnson's Scots Musical Museum (vol.IV, 1792) as Let me in this ae nicht; and a few years later in Neil Gow's Repository of the Dance Music of Scotland (vol.III), described as "old". Burns wrote a romantic dialogue-song to the tune. In England it was published only on broadsides, it seems; and in a different, though obviously related, form. Masato has already provided links to prints of the two Pitts editions. The Digital Tradition file referred to is misleading, in that it is not "the Baring Gould version"; it is copied from Stephen Sedley's The Seeds of Love (Essex Music, 1967) but fails, as usual, to quote Sedley's full notes, which reveal something of the lengths to which he felt obliged to tinker with songs before publishing them. I quote: "From the 19th century broadside in the Baring-Gould Collection, collated with a set published by Sharp and with the Scots song Let me in this ae night published by Herd in 1779. The tune, known in the 17th century as The Gown Made New, is collated here from Johnson Scots Musical Museum and from the version in the Caledonian Pocket Companion." The broadside would probably be the Pitts edition already mentioned. Sharp noted three versions; Sedley will have used the one noted as Cold Blow and a Rainy Night from James Beale of Warehorne, Kent, in 1908. Baring Gould did actually find a version in tradition, which is in his MSS as Cold and haily night; I don't think it has ever been published. I should imagine that Carthy used the Sedley collation as the basis for his own re-make of the song. | ||
| Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 16 Dec 02 - 12:35 am | |
Let Me in this Ae Night O lassie are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit, For loove has bound me hand and fitt, And I wad fain be in jo. O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O let me in this ae night, And I'll no come back again, jo. The morn it is the term-day, I maun awa, I canna stay, O pity me before I gae, And rise and let me in, jo. O let me in, &c. The night it is baith cauld and weet, The morn it will be snaw and sleet, My shoon are frozen to my feet In standing here my lane, jo. O let me in, &c. I am the laird o' Windy-wa's, I cam na here without a cause, And I hae gotten mony fa's In comin thro' the plain, jo. O let me in, &c. "My father's walking in the street, My mither the chamber keys does keep. My chamber-door does chirp and cheep, I daur na let you in, jo. O gae your ways this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O gae your ways this ae night, For I daur na let you in, jo." But I'll come stealing saftly in, And cannily mak little din; My fittstep-tread there's nane can ken For the sughin wind and rain, jo. O let me in, &c. "Cast up the door unto the weet, Cast aff your shoon frae aff your feet; Syne to my chamber ye may creep, But ye maunna do't gain, jo." O leeze me on this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; The joys we've had this ae night, Your chamber was within, jo! -Johnson, The Scots Musical Museum, vol.IV p.320, 1792. The song appeared a few years earlier in David Herd's The Ancient and Modern Scots Songs (vol.II, 1776). The text in Herd's MS collection is more frank than that given above: Verse 4. I am the laird o' windy-was, I cam na here without a cause, And I hae gotten mony fa's Upon a naked wame o! O let me in, &c. Verse 6. But I'll come stealing saftly in And cannily mak little dinn, And then the gate to you I'll find, If you'l but direct me in, jo! O let me in, &c. Followed by: Cast aff your shoen frae aff your feet, Cast back the door up to the weet, Syne into my bed you may creep, And do the thing you ken, jo. O well's on me this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O well's on me this ae night, That e'er I let you in, jo! She let him in sae cannily, She let him in sae privily, She let him in sae cannily, To do the thing ye ken, jo. O well's on me, &c. But ere a' was done and a' was said, Out fell the bottom of the bed, The lassie lost her maidenhead, And her mither heard the din, jo. The devil take this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O the devil take this ae night, That e'er I let you in, jo! -Quoted from James Barke and Sydney Goodsir Smith (eds.), The Merry Muses of Caledonia, W.H. Allen (Panther) 1966. Database entry is here. | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 19 Dec 02 - 11:15 am | |
Transcription of Firth c.14(200): Cold Haily, Rainy NIGHT. Printed and sold by J Pit[t]s No 6 Great St Andrew Street, 7 Dials. A STORY unto you I tell Of a soldier who courted a pretty girl And soon he gain'd her favour O, O let me in the soldier cried, It[']s a cold haily rainy night, And I won[']t go back again, O. My cap is froze unto my head, My heart is like a lump of lead, With standing under the window O O let me in the soldier cried, It[']s a cold haily rainy night, And I won't go back again, O. Your dad and mam are fast asleep, Which makes me under your window creep, The doors and windows they do creak I dare not let you in, O. O let me in the soldier cried, It[']s a cold haily rainy night, And I won't go back again, O. O then she rose and let him in, And kist his ruby lips and chin, And into bed she jump'd with him, Along with a roving soldier. Then blest the cold rainy night. She rose from bed and let him in, And he did not go back again [O]. Now since you had your will of me, O soldier will you marry me. No such a thing can ever be, So fare you well for ever, O. O then she cursed the rainy night, She rose from bed and let him in, And did not go back again, O. Pitts, Wholesale Toy Warehouse. | ||
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