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dmcg | Posted - 09 Feb 03 - 04:22 pm | |
Bodmin Town In Bodmin Town there lived a maid, My innocent heart she had betrayed, I ne'er was wounded so before, And yet I love her more and more. In Bodmin street when I did pass I saw my fair maid through the glass, All dress'd in ribbons bright and gay, She lovelier looked than flowers in May. In Bodmin church if I might stand And hold my fair maid by the hand, I reckon none in all the West Would count himself so passing bless'd. To Bodmin town I came at night, And to her door betook me straight, Come down! come down! and let me in, Your own true love pulls at the pin. On Bodmin moor the wild winds roar, Her mother came, unhasped the door. Alack! she's dead - this very hour All withered lies your lily flower. The Bodmin bells shall toll and tell, With their melodious fall and swell, "Here lies a lover and his bride, Who parted lived, together died." Source: Baring-Gould, A Garland of Country Song, London 1895, (reprinted LLanerch) Notes: Baring-Gould wrote:
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masato sakurai | Posted - 09 Feb 03 - 05:56 pm | |
Also in Folk Songs of the West Country, collected by Sabine Baring-Gould (David & Charles, 1974, pp. 62-63), as "In Bodmin Town" (Taken down from William Nicholls aged 68, in 1891), with two additional stanzas which the editor Gordon Hitchcock supplies. 5. To Bodmin Town I came by day, To see my true love on her way, But ne'er did I her vision gain, I came and went each day in vain. 8. In Bodmin Town the bells did ring, For we were married in the Spring, I ne'er was happy so before, And still I love her more and more. | ||
Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 09 Feb 03 - 07:54 pm | |
Roud 1705. Only the above two publications are listed. | ||
Jon Freeman | Posted - 09 Feb 03 - 08:33 pm | |
The North Wales folk circuit used to have it's own Cornishman, Gaffer Ferris, who had his own Bodmin song. I can only remember the chorus: The town that bore me, bores me still. It makes me sick, it makes me feel ill. It always has and I swear always will, Boring, boring Bodmin. |