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dmcg

Posted - 14 Jun 03 - 05:42 pm

Keeper, The

The keeper did a hunting go
And under his cloak he carried a bow
All for to shoot a merry little doe
Among the leaves so green, O.

(Chorus:)
Jackie boy! (Master!) Sing ye well! (Very well!)
Hey down (Ho down) Derry derry down
Among the leaves so green, O
To my hey down down (To my ho down down )
Hey down (Ho down) Derry derry down
Among the leaves so green, O

The first doe he shot at he missed;
The second doe he trimmed he kissed;
The third doe went where nobody wist
Among the leaves so green, O.

The fourth doe she did cross the plain,
The keeper fetched her back again.
Where she is now, she may remain,
Among the leaves so green, O.


The fifth doe she did cross the brook;
The keeper fetched her back with his crook;
Where she is now you may go and look
Among the leaves so green, O.

The sixth doe she ran over the plain;
But he with his hounds did turn her again,
And it's there he did hunt in a merry, merry vein
Among the leaves so green, 0.


Source: Sharp C and Vaughan Williams, R, A Selection of Collected Folk-Songs, Novello


Notes:

There is a Mudcat thread on this which is worth reading. I have taken the liberty of extracting a post there by Malcolm comparing a version Sharp published with the collected version:


... first as originally published:

THE KEEPER

(Noted by Cecil Sharp from Robert Kinchin at Ilmington, Warwickshire, 1909. Edited text.)

The keeper did a shooting go;
And under his coat he carried a bow,
All for to shoot at a merry little doe.
Among the leaves so green, O.

Chorus:

[1] Jackie boy! [2] Master!
[1] Sing ye well! [2] Very well!
[1] Hey down, [2] Ho down,
[1] Derry derry down,
[1&2] Among the leaves so green, O!
[1] To my hey down down, [2] To my ho down down,
[1] Hey down, [2] Ho down, [1] derry derry down,
[1&2] Among the leaves so green, O.

The first doe he shot at he miss'd,
The second doe he trimm'd he kiss'd,
The third doe went where nobody wist.
Among the leaves so green, O.

The fourth doe she did cross the plain,
The keeper fetch'd her back again.
Where she is now she may remain,
Among the leaves so green, O.

The fifth doe she did cross the brook;
The keeper fetch'd her back with his crook;
Where she is now you must go and look
Among the leaves so green, O.

The sixth doe she ran over the plain;
But he with his hounds did turn her again;
And it's there he did hunt in a merry, merry vein
Among the leaves so green, O.

From One Hundred English Folk Songs, Cecil Sharp, 1916.

Now, as originally noted from tradition:

THE KEEPER

(Noted by Cecil Sharp from Robert Kinchin at Ilmington, Warwickshire, 1909. Original text.)

O the keeper he a-shooting goes
And all amongst his bucks and does,
And O for to shoot at the barren doe
She's amongst the leaves of the green O.

Chorus:

Jackie boy, Master,
Sing 'ee well? Very well.
Hey down, Ho down,
Derry derry down.
She's amongst the leaves of the green O.
To my hey down down, To my ho down down,
Hey down, Ho down, derry derry down,
She's amongst the leaves of the green O.

The first doe that he shot at he missed,
And the second doe he trimmed he kissed,
And the third ran away in a young man's breast, *
She's amongst the leaves of the green O.

The fourth doe then she crossed the plain,
The keeper fetched her back again.
O and he tickled her in a merry vein,
She's amongst the leaves of the green O.

The fifth doe she crossed the brook,
The keeper fetched her back with his long hook,
And what he done at her you must go and look,
For she's amongst the leaves of the green O.

The sixth doe she ran over the plain;
But he with his hounds did turn her again;
And it's there he did hunt in a merry, merry vein
Among the leaves so green, O.

Roud Folk Song Index number 1519.

From Cecil Sharp's Collection of English Folk Songs, vol.II, ed. Maud Karpeles, 1974.

* It should be noted that James Reeves (The Idiom of the People, 1958) quotes this line from Sharp's MS as And the third ran away in a young man's heart.

Other collectors found similar versions of the song, but due to its content (mild enough to us, but considered gross by many in those days) these were not published at the time; except for a set which appeared in Sabine Baring Gould's Songs of the West. This text was re-written to make it "safe", but makes it clear, as the Sharp re-write does not, that the "does" are actually women. Commenting on another set, this time noted by Ralph Vaughan Williams in Cambridgeshire, Roy Palmer (Bushes and Briars, 1999) notes:

"The earliest known version is a black-letter ballad of fifteen verses, written by one Joseph Martin, and published in the mid-1680s under the title of The Huntsman's Delight; or the Forester's Pleasure. In the eighteenth century a slightly less elaborate version was issued, this time in white-letter, with only six verses, and entitled The Frolicksome Keeper. A New Song. Unlike its predecessor, it has the dialogue chorus which is common to versions which have turned up in oral tradition during this century."

A copy of the second broadside alluded to can be seen at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads:

The frolicksome keeper. A new song. ├?┬áHarding B 22(100): printer and date unknown. The real meaning of the song is rather more apparent in the broadside text than in those we have here.


Database entry is here.




Abby Sale

Posted - 14 Jun 03 - 06:06 pm

Well done.
Often as I've seen and sung this, I've never seen the word "trimmed" before. Here you have it in all three versions! I think I've usually seen "shot at, he missed." Any notion what trimmed wouldmean in this context?

I have the earlier broadside from the good Bruce Olson's "Scarce Songs" #1

[The Keeper]

The Huntsmans Delight,
Or, The Foresters Pleasure.

Tune of, Amongst the leaves so green a. By J. M.

Come all you young Maidens & lend an ear
Come listen awhile and you shall hear,
How the Keepers did sport with the fallow deer
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down derry derry down,
Hey down down, ho down down,
Het down ho down derry derry down
Amongst the leaves so green a.

The Keepers they would a hunting go,
All under their coats each carried his bow
And all for to shoot the bonny bonny doe
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down derry derry down,
Hey down down, ho down derry derry down
Amongst the leaves so green a.

They spied five Does upon a hill,
And to shoot at them was their good will
But none of them they meant for to kill
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down &c.

At the first Doe they shot and they mist
The second Doe they clipt and they kist
and they laid them down where no man wist
Amongst the leaves so green a.

The one cried out unto the other
I am serv'd as my father serv'd my mother
All the fear of their taking this joy did smother
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c

The third Doe she made great moan
Because that she was big with fawn
Which made her to go weeping home
From amongst the Leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

The fourth Doe could no longer stay,
But she must be gone her way
For fear the Keepers should her lay
Amongst the Leaves so green a.
Hey down,&c.

But soon after she did repent
And to turn again she was fully bent
To lie down and take her hearts content
amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

The fift Doe leapt over the stile
But the Keeper he caught her by the heel
And there he did both kiss and feel
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

He pricked her straight with his dart
But she cryed out she felt no smart
And therin lay the Keepers art.
amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

These fair Does they leapt and they skipt
Till leaping along at length they were tript
No sooner they fell but the Keepers them clipt
amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

These bold Huntsmen were all agreed
And by consent these fair Does did bleed
But after that came often to feed
Amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

Great crowds came running over the Plain
Expecting to see these fair Does slain
But like fools as they came, they return'd again.
From amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

If it be true as old wives say
Take a Doe in the Month of May
And a Foresters courage she soon will allay
amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down, &c.

These Huntsmen were so gently inclined
They let them rise their courage to fine
But away they tript so swift as the wind
from amongst the leaves so green a.
Hey down derry derry down
Hey down down ho down down
Hey down ho down derry derry down
Amongst the Leaves so green a.

Printed for W. Thackeray and T. Passinger. [1686-1688]

Traditional as "The Keeper". Original tune may be the traditional one. See next:

All Among the Leaves So Green, O. [from O'Keeffe/ Arnold's Castle of Andalusia, 1782]

In a forest, here, hard by
A bold robber late was I;
with my blunder buss in hand,
When I bid a trav'ler stand,
Aounds! deliver up your cash,
Or your noodle I shall slash,
All amongst the leaves so green, O
Damme, Sir,
If you stir,
Sluice your veins,
Blow your brains,
Hey down, ho down,
Derry, derry, down,
All amongst the leaves so green, O.

Soon I'll wuit the roving trade
When a gentleman I'm made
Then, so spruce and debonaire,
Gad! I'll court a lady fair.
How I'll prattle, tattle, that,
How I'll kiss her, and all that,
All amongst the leaves so green, O
How d'ye do?
How are you?
Why so coy?
Let us toy;
Hey down, ho down,
Derry, derry down,
All amongst the leaves so green, O

But, ere old and grey my pate,
I'll scrape up a snug estate;
With my nimbleness of thumbs
I'll soon butter all my crumbs;
When I'm justice of the peace,
Then I'll master many a lease,
All amongst the leaves so green, O
Wig profound,
Belly round,
Sit at ease,
Snatch the fees,
Hey down, ho down,
Derry, derry, down,
All amongst the leaves so green, O

Roger Fiske, English Theater Music in the 18th Century, 2nd. edit., p. 454, identified the tune as that of "The
Keeper" collected by Cecil Sharp, and noted that Samuel Arnold (the music arranger and composer for Castle--)
called the tune "All among the leaves so green, O". The tune of 1782 is probably the original.

He has another very similar-themed song the first and last verses of which are:

John Robinsons Park, Or, A merry fit of Wooing.
Within a Park a young Man met a Maid,
With courting and sporting the Damsel with him staid,
In pastime and pleasure she uttered her mind,
Saying, pray thee Sweet honey be loving and kind.

---

Their sporting being ended, away they did go,
This gallant brave Keeper, and his fallow Doe.
For sporting and courting he pleased her mind
Saying, pray thee sweet honey be loving and kind.



Edited By Abby Sale - 15/06/2003 17:04:24




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