| Author | Topic: Add: Within a Garden | |
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 31 May 04 - 01:04 pm | |
Within a garden a maiden lingered, When soft the shades of evening fell Expecting, fearing, A footstep hearing, Her love appearing, To say farewell. With sighs and sorrow their vows they plighted Once more embrace, one last adieu; Tho' seas divide, love, In this confide, love, Whate'er betide, love To thee I'm true. Long years are over, and still the maiden Seeks oft at eve the trysting tree; Her promise keeping, And, faithful weeping Her lost love sleeping Across the sea. Source: Songs of the West by S. Baring-Gould. Notes: Abridged from S. Baring-Gould's notes. The original words were so poor, and so closely resembled those of 'The Broken Token' that Mr Shepherd wrote fresh words. The original began- "A fair maid walking in her garden, A brisk young sailor passing by; And he stepped up to her, thinking to woo her, And said 'Fair maid, can you fancy I?' 'You seem to talk like some man of honour, Some man of honour, you seem to be; How can you fancy such a poor young woman, Not fit your servant for to be?'" The ballad is published by Such as 'The Young and Single Sailor' No 126. It is also in 'The Vocal Library,' London 1822, p525. It was printed on Broadside by Catnach as 'The Sailor's Return' We obtained it again from James Parsons. | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 31 May 04 - 01:48 pm | |
Editions at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads are: sailors return [title] young and single sailor [title] | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 31 May 04 - 06:34 pm | |
Here is one set of words srom the Bodleian Library. Printed Such, marked Harding B11(4354). Young and Single Sailor A fair maid walking in her garden, A brisk young sailor came passing by, And he stepped up to her thinking to win her, And he said, Fair maid, can you fancy I? You seem to talk like some man of honour, Some man of honour you seem to be, And I am a poor and homely maiden, Not fitting for your servant to be. If you are not fitting to be my servant. A great regard live I have for thee, I will thake you home and make you my lady. You shall have servants to wait on thee. I have a sweetheart of my own sir, And 7 long years he's been gone from me, And 7 more I will wait for him, If he's alive he'll return to me. Seven years makes great alteration, Yor true-love is either dead or drowned, Oh, if he's alive, I love hime dearly, And if he's dead he's in glory crowned. Now when he heard that his love proved loyal He said, It's a pity love should be crossed. I am your Yound and Single Sailor, Who many a time the ocean cross'd If you are my young and single sailor, Show me the token I gave to thee For he did say, I'll be no more a rover, But when I return I'll marry thee. He pull'd his hand out of his bosom, His fingers bieng long and small. Show'd her the ring that was broke between them So no more did say but down did fall. He took here up all in his arms, And gave her kisses by one, two, three. I am your young and single sailor. I am just returned to marry thee. So now this couple they are married, In wedlock's hands they both are joined, They do live happey enjoying each other, And she is bless'd with her sailor boy. | ||