| Author | Topic: Add: The Handsome Butcher | |
| dmcg | Posted - 10 Jan 05 - 01:21 pm | |
Seven locks upon the red gate, Seven gates about the red town. In the town there lives a butcher And his name is Handsome John Brown. In the town there lives a butcher And his name is Handsome John Brown. John Browns's boots are polished so fine, John Brown's spurs they jingle and shine. On his coat a crimson flower, In his hand a glass of red wine. On his coat a crimson flower, In his hand a glass of red wine. In the night. the golden spurs ring, In the dark, the leather boots shine. Don't come tapping at the window, Now your heart no longer is mine. Don't come tapping at the window, Now your heart no longer is mine. Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1974, BBC Publications Notes: No information about the source of this song was given in the pamphlet. | ||
| Malcolm Douglas |
Posted - 10 Jan 05 - 05:46 pm | |
A Hungarian song with English words by A L Lloyd. Matyas Seiber arranged it for choir (Three Hungarian Folk Songs, 1949). http://www.seiber2005.org.uk/ | ||
| Michael Queensland (guest) |
Posted - 09 Jan 10 - 07:57 am | |
We used to sing this at school in the 1950s in England, along with a series of other 'pseudo folk' arrangements - for example "Barbara Allen", and another song I can't track down which went something like "It's John that I hear, he's swinging his hammer...". My Dad (Newcastle on Tyne) used to sneer at them as some sort of Socialist experiment to try and revive a Pre Raphelite somewhat twee 'social memory' of a charming England that never really existed. At primary school we used to consider them corny, but had to sing along during the music lesson !!! | ||