In When Cecil Left the Mountains (MT article 255) I tried to explain how, shortly after Cecil Sharp left the Appalachian Mountains of eastern America, recording companies began recording and issuing 78rpm discs of music from the Appalachians. I gave examples of both Old-World Child and broadside ballads which had been recorded commercially. I will continue to give similar examples in Part 2, but will also mention Old-World influences on fiddle music and will try to show how some 'Appalachian' songs evolved out of earlier Old-World pieces.
On Sunday August 9th, 1942, song collectors Alan Lomax, John W Work and Lewis Jones were in the Mississippi Delta town of Clarksdale in Coahoma County, the home of numerous blues singers, including McKinley Morganfield, better known today as Muddy Waters. It is also the place where Bessie Smith died in 1937, following an automobile crash on nearby Highway 61. One singer that Lomax and his friends met that day was called Will Starks. According to Work:
When a young man, he left the plantation to work at sawmills. As one sawmill would close down, he would work at another. When no sawmill was in operation, he usually went to work on levee camp jobs. All of these jobs provided temporary living quarters for the workers. The sawmill quarters were usually shanties, while the levee quarters were frequently tents - individual tents for a man and wife, large tents called "bull pens" for groups of single men. The after-work hours in these quarters were filled with recreation of varying degrees of interest. The most important of these recreational pursuits, from the standpoint of the folklorist, were the informal small scale recitals that the guitar, harmonica, and fiddle players gave on the steps of their shanties, or on stools in front of their tents. The workmen, mostly itinerants, came from many different places bringing with them the songs, stories, and unique folkways of their widely separated localities.
In 1894 the folklorist Joseph Jacobs (1854 - 1916) published a collection of folktales under the title More English Fairytales. One story, titled The Golden Ball, tells of a fiancé who has to find a golden ball so that he may save his girlfriend from the gallows. In other versions of the story the girl is about to be hanged because she has lost some object or other that is made of gold. Folklorists have spent decades trying to figure out just what the golden ball represents. This tale also exists as a balled, one which Professor Francis Child called The Maid Freed from the Gallows (Child 95, Roud 144), while English folksingers call it The Prickle Holly Bush. Like many ballads, such as The Fox Hunter's Song, The Maid Freed from the Gallows, also crossed over the Atlantic and this version was recorded commercially in 1937 by the great singer Huddie 'Leadbelly' Ledbetter.
Another British, or in this case English, song which deals with a man facing death on the gallows is that of Jack Hall (Roud 369). According to Frank Kidson, the pioneer of folksong study: 'Jack Hall was a chimney sweep, who was executed for burglary in 1701. He had been sold when a child to a chimney sweeper for a guinea and was quite a young man when Tyburn claimed him'. Roy Palmer - a latter-day Kidson - was able to expand the story in his book The Sound of History which was printed in 1988. 'Jack or John Hall ... was born of poor parents who lived in a court off Grays Inn Road, London, and who sold him for a guinea at the age of 7 to be a climbing boy. Readers of Charles Kingsley's Water Babies (1863) will know how such boys (and girls) swept chimneys by scrambling up inside them. The young Hall soon ran away from this disagreeable occupation, and made a living as a pickpocket. Later he turned to housebreaking, for which he was whipped in 1692 and sentenced to death in 1700. He was reprieved, then released, but returned to crime and was re-arrested in 1702 for stealing luggage from a stagecoach. This time, he was branded on the cheek and imprisoned for two years. Finally, having been taken in the act of burgling a house in Stepney, he was hanged at Tyburn on 17 December 1707.'
In the 1840s a Music Hall singer W G Ross revised the song, changing the name to Sam Hall in the process. On 10 March 1848 Percival Leigh noted the following account of an evening's entertainment in an early Music Hall:
'After that, to supper at the Cider Cellars in Maiden Lane, wherein was much Company, great and small, and did call for Kidneys and Stout, then a small glass of Aqua-vitae and water, and thereto a Cigar. While we supped, the Singers did entertain us with Glees and comical Ditties; but oh, to hear with how little wit the young sparks about town were tickled! But the thing that did most take me was to see and hear one Ross sing the song of Sam Hall the chimney-sweep, going to be hanged: for he had begrimed his muzzle to look unshaven, and in rusty black clothes, with a battered old Hat on his crown and a short Pipe in his mouth, did sit upon the platform, leaning over the back of a chair: so making believe that he was on his way to Tyburn. And then he did sing to a dismal Psalm-tune, how that his name was Sam Hall and that he had been a great Thief, and was now about to pay for all with his life; and thereupon he swore an Oath, which did make me somewhat shiver, though divers laughed at it. Then, in so many verses, how his Master had badly taught him and now he must hang for it: how he should ride up Holborn Hill in a Cart, and the Sheriffs would come and preach to him, and after them would come the Hangman; and at the end of each verse he did repeat his Oath. Last of all, how that he should go up to the Gallows; and desired the Prayers of his Audience, and ended by cursing them all round. Methinks it had been a Sermon to a Rogue to hear him, and I wish it may have done good to some of the Company. Yet was his cursing very horrible, albeit to not a few it seemed a high Joke; but I do doubt that they understood the song.'
Ross's 'dismal Psalm-tune' - used by traditional singers such as Walter Pardon and Gordon Hall - has been on the go for at least three hundred years and has done service for such songs as William Kidd, The Praties They Grow Small, Aikendrum and the hymn Wondrous Love.4 The song has a special place in my memory. It was the first song that I heard Walter Pardon sing. Walter sang the piece in an almost gentle and sympathetic manner. Not so Gordon Hall. I doubt if anyone who saw Gordon's presentation of this song will ever forget the occasion. Gordon, a large-built man, almost took on the persona of Sam Hall as he stared defiantly at the audience, almost spitting the words at them. And when he reached the chorus words - Damn your eyes! - he would stab at his own eyes with the fingers of his right hand. I sometimes wondered if, on reaching the end of the song, some members of the audience would be unable to decide whether or not to applaud or else to run for their lives, especially after hearing this final verse:
I mentioned that The Fox Hunter's Song had appeared on mid-17th century broadside in England. Another song that Emry Arthur recorded was almost as old. Emry called the song Wandering Gypsy Girl and, as The Gypsy's Wedding Day, it had appeared on an English broadside during the early 1700s. It was reprinted frequently up to the 1880s when the Such family of south London included it in their series of songsters. The song is number 229 in the Roud Index and it has remained popular with English singers well into the late 20th century.6 The North Carolina singer Charlie Poole also recorded a version of the song in 1930, two years after Emry Arthur's version appeared on record, and it is interesting to see how their two texts differed.
Wandering Gypsy Girl (Emry Arthur)
My father was a captain of a gypsy tribe, you know My mother she gave me some counting to do With a knapsack on my shoulder I'll bid you all farewell I'll take a trip to London, some fortunes to tell Some fortunes to tell, some fortunes to tell I'll take a trip to London, some fortunes to tell As I went a-walking all down the London street A handsome young lawyer was the first I chanced to meet Was the first I chanced to meet, was the first I chanced to meet A handsome young lawyer was the first I chanced to meet He viewed my pretty little brown cheeks, was the ones he loved so well Said, You are a little gypsy girl will you my fortune tell? Will you my fortune tell? Will you my fortune tell? You are a little gypsy girl will you my fortune tell? Oh yes, sir, oh please, sir, hold out to me your hand You have many fine fortunes in a far-off distant land In a far-off distant land, in a far-off distant land You have many fine fortunes in a far-off distant land You've courted many fair ladies but you've laid them all aside And I'm a little gypsy girl, I'm the one to be your bride I'm the one to be your bride, I'm the one to be your bride I'm a little gypsy girl, I'm the one to be your bride He took me, he led me to his house on yonder shore While servants stood waiting to open wide the door To open wide the door, to open wide the door While servants stood waiting to open wide the door The bells they did ring and the music it did play It was a celebration of a gypsy's wedding day Of a gypsy's wedding day, of a gypsy's wedding day It was a celebration of a gypsy's wedding day Oh once I was a gypsy girl but now I'm a rich man's bride With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride While in my carriage ride, while in my carriage ride With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride |
My Gypsy Girl (Charlie Poole)
Once I was a gypsy girl but now I'm a rich man's bride
When I was strolling one day down London Street
Yes, sir, kind sir, please hold to me your hand
He took me, he led me to a pleasant quiet shore |
Both Wandering Gypsy Girl and My Gypsy Girl can be easily traced to English broadsides, as can this song, The Soldier and the Lady (Roud 140), which the Coon Creek Girls recorded for Vocalion in 1938.
'Twas early one morning, one morning in May
I saw a young couple, a-wandering their way
One was a lady, as fair as you'd see
And the other was a soldier, and a brave lad was he
Said the soldier to the lady, Oh, where are you going?
Just down by the (arches/archers?) that stand by the stream
Just down by the (arches/archers?) just down by the stream
To see the water sliding, hear the nightingales sing
They had not been there but one hour or two
When out of his satchel, a fiddle he drew
He played a message that made the hills ring
Hark, hark, said the lady, hear the nightingales sing
Said the lady to the soldier, will you marry me?
Oh no, said the soldier, that never can be
I've a wife in Columbus and children I've three
One wife is a-plenty, too many for me
Young ladies, young ladies, take warning from me
Don't place your affection on a soldier so free
Don't place your affection on a soldier so free
If you do, he'll deceive you, like mine has done me
The Soldier and the Lady has, as I said, a well-known history. However, other early Appalachian commercial recordings are not that easy to place. In 1928 G B Grayson & Henry Whitter travelled from the mountains to New York City, where they recorded a number of songs including one which they called Where Are You Going Alice? The song, set to a tune which seems to be related to a number of older British melodies, comprises four verses, the final two being similar to verses found in the song The Banks of Claudy (Roud 266). Compare, for example, these two verses from the version of The Banks of Claudy as sung by the Copper family of Sussex9:
This is the text to the Grayson & Whitter song:
Where are you going Alice, my own heart's delight?
Where are you going Alice, this dark and rainy night?"
"Down in yonder city, my attention does remain
Looking for a young man, Sweet William is his name"
"Never mind young William, he will not meet you there
Never mind young William, he will not meet you there
Never mind young William, he will not meet you there
Just stay with me in Greenland(s), no danger need you fear"
When she heard this sad news, she fell into despair
Wringing her hands and tangling her hair
"If Willie he is drown-ded no other will I seek
Through lonesome groves and valleys I'll wander for his sake"
When he heard this sad news he could no longer stand
Took her in his arms, "Little Alice, I'm the man
Little Alice I'm the young man that's caused you all this pain
But now we've met in Greenland(s), we'll never part again"10
On Monday, August 1, 1927 a group of musicians who called themselves the Bull Mountain Moonshiners took part in the famous 'Bristol Sessions'. They recorded two pieces, although only one song was actually issued. This was a version of the old British army piece The Girl I Left Behind Me Roud 262), which the Moonshiner's called Johnny Goodwin. Actually, although the British claim this song, usually under the title Brighton Camp which can be traced to the 1750s, the Irish believe it to be an Irish piece, An Spailpin Farnach (The Rambling Labourer), which can also be dated to the 18th century.
The band was led by fiddler Charles McReynolds, who was the grandfather of bluegrass musicians Jim and Jessie McReynolds. The Girl I Left Behind Me was a highly popular tune in the mountains and more than 15 recordings were made by Old-Timey musicians prior to 1942. However, the Moonshiner's version contains a set of verses. Sadly, it has proved almost impossible to make out the words on this recording, although, judging by what can actually be heard, it may be that the verses are local to the singer's home area, rather than being traditional verses from Britain.12
Some songs can be even more confusing. Consider, for example, the song Jimmie and Sallie which was recorded in 1938 by Howard and Dorsey Dixon, two mill-workers from North Carolina.13
Jimmie and Sallie they had a quarrel one day
Jimmie caught a freight and he rambled far away
Jimmie left Sallie one bright summer day
Not dreaming of the (vanity?) that he would have to pay
Sallie gathered flowers and made her a bed
The fairest of lilies she placed all under her head
Jimmie repented, returned home again
To find his little sweetheart and cover up his sins
Come all young true lovers, whoever you may be
Please don't condemn your sweetheart so quickly like me
For when you find out it was you in the wrong
I'm sure you'll remember the words of my song
When Jimmie came back he found Sallie was dead
Five hundred bright tears, then poor Jimmie he did shed
Jimmie, Oh Jimmie don't bear her in mind
There's other young maidens as good and as kind
There's other young maidens but none of them for me
For death has departed sweet Sallie from me
And I'll soon be leaving, to come back no more
We will be united on Heaven's golden shore
Come all young true lovers, whoever you may be
Please don't condemn your sweetheart so quickly like me
For when you find out it was you in the wrong
I'm sure you'll remember the words of my song
George Collins rode out on a winter night
He rode through the snow so wide
And when George Collins returned back home
He was taken sick and died
His little Mamie was in her room
Sewing on her wedding gown
But when she heard that George was dead
She threw all her sewing down
She sobbed and sighed, she mourned and cried
As she entered in the chambry of death
Oh George, oh George you're all my heart
Now I have nothing left
Open up his coffin, push back the lid
Undo those sheets so fine
And let me kiss his cold, cold lips
For I'm sure they'll never kiss mine
She lingered there near his body all night
Then she parted to the grave
And when those cold, cold clods was heard
Oh how little Mamie did rave
Oh Mamie, oh Mamie, don't weep, don't mourn
There's other young men as kind
Yes, mother, I know there's other young men
But no one can never be mine
Now don't you see that little dove
He's flying from pine to pine
He's mourning for his own true love
So please let me mourn for mine
The golden sun sinking in the west
Just at the close of day
And there in his last place of rest
They laid her George away
One singer who did not record a version of George Collins, a surprising fact when we consider just what he did record, was the singer Bradley Kincaid (1895 - 1991). Kincaid came from Kentucky farming stock, having been raised in Garrard County, KY, which lies along the edge of the Cumberland Plateau. His parents, William and Elizabeth Kincaid, were both singers. They sang in a local church, but, unlike some church-goers, they also sang some of the old love songs and ballads that Cecil Sharp had been seeking. A couple of Bradley's ballads, Fair Ellender and The Two Sisters, which he later recorded, apparently came from his mother. On one occasion Bradley said that "the hairs on the back of [his] neck would stand on end" when his mother sang "some of the old blood curdlers"! As a young man, Bradley would travel through the mountains on the lookout for new songs. He wrote the words down in old school books and in this way soon built up a repertoire of over eighty songs. In 1917 Bradley began attending Berea College. He spent two years in the army, one year in France, before graduating in 1921, when he was then twenty-six. Although Cecil Sharp and Maud Karpeles visited a couple of Kentucky mountain schools in 1917 (Hindman and Pine Mountain) they did not visit Berea. Having married his former music teacher, Bradley moved to Chicago, where he began singing on the radio. He was an instant success and apparently received no fewer than a third of a million fan letters within five years. Bradley Kincaid began making records in 1927. Between December, 1927 and November, 1934, he recorded over a hundred issued sides, one hundred and four of which have been re-issued on the 4 CD set Bradley Kincaid - A Man and His Guitar (JSP Records JSP77158). He also began to issue song folios, such as Favorite (sic) Mountain Ballads and Old Time Songs which ran through six large printings within sixteen months. The edition illustrated here was printed in 1937.
Until the JSP set appeared in 2012, little of Bradley Kincaid's material had been reissued on CD. One track, Dog and Gun, did, however, make its way onto the Revenant double CD Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music, volume 4 (RVN211). It may be that Bradley Kincaid's voice, a soft tenor, reminiscent at times of that other Kentucky singer Buell Kazee, had by this time gone out of fashion. And that is a pity, because Bradley was an important singer, one whose singing must have encouraged many others to try their hand at music making. And, he did leave us with a fascinating collection of recordings. Dog and Gun, for example is a version of the British broadside The Squire of Tamworth (Roud 141). Timothy Connor, a prisoner of war in England during the American Revolutionary War, included the song in a song-book he compiled during his imprisonment from 1777 to 1779. Since Connor's day the song has been printed by many broadside printers, and has been widely collected in both England and America. It is a deservedly popular song with a fine romantic story. Robert Bell in Songs of the Peasantry (1857) writes that 'it is traditionally reported to be founded on an incident which occurred in the reign of Elizabeth', although this might be a rather fanciful statement.16
Other British songs recorded by Bradley Kincaid are Froggie Went a-Courtin', The Swapping Song, The Foggy Dew, A Paper of Pins, I Wonder When I Shall be Married, Billy Boy and I Gave My Love a Cherry. He also recorded versions of four Child ballads, The House Carpenter, Barbara Allen, The Two Sisters (Child 10, Roud 8) and Fair Ellen (Child 73, Roud 4) and I am enclosing the latter two texts here.
There was an old woman lived on the sea-shore, bow down
There was an old woman lived on the sea-shore, bow and balance to me
There was an old woman lived on the sea-shore
And she had daughters three or four
I'll be true to my love, if my love be true to me
There was a young man came courting there
And choice he picked the youngest fair
He bought the youngest a fine fur hat
The oldest sister didn't like that
Oh sister, oh sister let's go to sea-shore
And see the ships come sailing o'er
As these two sisters walked 'long the sea-brim
The oldest pushed the youngest in
Oh sister, oh sister pray lend me your hand
And you shall have my house and land
I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove
For all I want is your true-love
The miller got his fishing hook
And fished the fair maiden out of the brook
Oh miller, oh miller here's five gold rings
To push the fair maiden in again
The miller's to be hung on his own mill-gate
For the drowning of poor sister Kate
Fair Ellen
Oh father and mother come tell me this riddle
Come tell it all to me
The Brown Girl she has houses and land
Fair Ellen she has none
Then my advice to you, dear son
Is to bring the Brown Girl home
He dressed himself in clothes so fine
Put on a mantel in green
And every village that he rode through
He was taken to be some king
He rode till he got to Fair Ellen's hall
He jingled at the ring
And none was so ready as Fair Ellen herself
She arose and let him in
Good news, good news, fair Ellen he said
Good news I've brought to you
I've come to ask you to my wedding
For married I must be
Bad news, bad news, Lord Thomas she said
Bad news you've brought to me
You've come to invite me to your wedding
For married you must be
She dressed herself in clothes so fine
Put on a diamond ring
And every village that she rode through
She was taken to be some queen
And every village that she rode through
She was taken to be some queen
She rode till she got to Lord Thomas's hall
She jingled at the ring
And none was so ready as Lord Thomas himself
He arose and let her in
Lord Thomas, Lord Thomas, is this your bride?
She's very dark and dim
When you could have married this fair fine lady
As ever the sun shone on
The brown girl had a little penknife
It was both keen and sharp
Betwix the long rib and the short
She pierced fair Ellen's heart
Lord Thomas, Lord Thomas are you blind
And can't you very well see?
And can you see my own heart's blood
Come trink-eling down my knee?
He took the Brown Girl by the hand
And led her through the hall.
And with a sword cut off her head
And kicked it against the wall
He threw the sword upon the floor
It flew into his breast
Here lies two lovers all in a row
Lord, send their souls to rest
So dig my grave under yonder green tree
Go dig it both wide and deep
And bury Fair Ellen in my arms
And the Brown Girl at my feet
And bury Fair Ellen in my arms
And the Brown Girl at my feet
One song that particularly interests me is Bradley Kincaid's version of Pretty Little Pink (Roud 735):
Lord, Lord, my pretty little pink
Lord, Lord, I say
Lord, Lord, my pretty little pink
I'm going away to stay
Cheeks as red as the red, red rose
Her eyes like diamonds brown
I'm going to see my pretty little miss
Before the sun goes down
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss
You almost drive me crazy
Well, I reckon you think, my pretty little miss
That I can't live without you
But I'll let you know before I go
I care very little about you
Its rings upon my true-love's hands
Shines so bright like gold
I'm going to see my pretty little miss
Before it rains or snows
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss
You almost drive me crazy
When I was up in the field at work
I sat down and cried
Studying about my blue-eyed gal
I thought my soul had died
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my dandy
Fly around my pretty little miss
I don't want none of your candy
Well, every time I go that road
It looks so dark and cloudy
Every time I see that gal
I always tell her, Howdy
Coffee grows on a white oak tree
The river flows with brandy
The rocks on the hills all covered with gold
And the girls all sweeter than candy
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my dandy
Fly around my pretty little miss
You can't have none of my candy
Going to put my knapsack on my back
My rifle on my shoulder
I'll march away to Spartanburg
And there I'll be a soldier
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my dandy
Fly around my pretty little miss
I don't want none of your candy
Well, every time I go that road
It looks so dark and hazy
Every time I see that gal
She almost drives me crazy
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my dandy
Fly around my pretty little miss
I don't want none of your candy
I asked that girl to marry me
And what did she say
She said that she would marry me
Before the break of day
Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my dandy
Fly around my pretty little miss
You can't have none of my candy
My pretty little pink, so fare you well.
You've slighted me, but I wish you well.
If never on earth I no more see,
I cain't slight you like you've slighted me.
The winter have broke and the leaves are green.
The time has passed that we have seen.
But I hope the time will shortly come,
Never you and I will be as one.
Black is the colour of my truelove's hair.
Her home is on some island fair.
The prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
Off to Clyde for a weep and mourn.
Dissatisfied, I never can sleep.
I'll write to you in a few short lines.
I'd suffer death, ten thousand times.
Little Betty Ann (Dellie Norton)
It's fly around my pretty little miss,
You slighted me all last Saturday night
Sixteen hundred miles away from home,
There's an old train a-coming, love,
You slighted me all last Saturday night
|
Little Betty Ann (Inez Chandler)
Till I went down to my little Betty Ann's
Reel and rock my little Betty Ann,
Sixteen years a cannonball,
Went up on the mountain top,
The hardest work I ever done |
Oh Saro, pretty Saro, I love you, I do
I love you, pretty Saro, wherever I go
No tongue can express it, no poet can tell
How truly I love you, oh I love you so well
Down in some lonely valley, in some lonesome place
Where the small birds are singing and the notes to increase
The thoughts of pretty Saro, so neat and complete
I want no better pastime than to be with my sweet
Oh I wish I was a poet and could write some fine hand
I would write my love a letter that she might understand
And send it by the waters where the island overflows
And think of pretty Saro wherever I go
My love she don't love me, as I understand
She wants some freeholder, and I have no land
But I can maintain her with the silver and gold
And all the pretty fine things that my love's house can hold
Oh Saro, pretty Saro, I must let you know
How truly I love you - I never can, though
No tongue can express it, no poet can tell
How truly I love you, I love you so well
It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
Nor leaving of this country for the debts that I owe
There is but one thing that troubles my mind
That's a-leaving pretty Saro, my true love, behind
Farewell my dear father, likewise my mother too
I'm a-going to ramble this country all through
And when I get tired, I'll sit down and weep
And think of pretty Saro wherever she be
Oh I wish I was a little dove, had wings and could fly
Straight to my love's bosom this night I'd draw nigh
And in her little small arms all night I would lay
And think of pretty Saro till the dawning of day
I love you, pretty Saro, I love you, I know
I love you, pretty Saro, wherever I go
On the banks of the ocean and the mountain's sad brow
I love you then dearly, and I love you still now
Oh, were I at the Moss House where the birds do increase,
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet.
If I was in Bunclody I would think myself at home,
'Tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have none.
Drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies,
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies.
It sucks the young bird's eggs to make its voice clear,
And the more it cries cuckoo, the summer draws near.
If I was a clerk and could write a good hand,
I would write my love a letter that she might understand,
For I am a young fellow that is wounded in love,
Once I lived in Bunclody but now must remove.
If I was a lark and had wings I could fly,
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie,
I'd proceed to you arbour where my true love does lie,
And on her fond bosom contented I would die.
'Tis why my love slights me as you may understand,
That she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother,
Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother;
I am bound for America, my fortune to try,
When I think of Bunclody, I'm ready to die.
The cuckoo is a fine bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings
And she tells us no lies
She sups the sweet flowers
For to make her voice clear
And the more she cries, cuckoo
The summer draws near
It was walking and a-talking
And a-walking was I
For to meet my own truelove
He's a-coming by and by
For to meet it's a pleasure
And to part it's a grief
And a false-hearted truelove
Is worse than a thief
For a thief he will rob you
Of all that you have
But a false-hearted truelove
Will bring you to the grave
The grave it will rot you
And bring you to dust
So false-hearted young men
I'll never more trust
Once I had the colour
Like a bud of a rose
But now I'm as pale as
The lily that grows
Like a flower in the morning
Cut down in full bloom
What do you think I'm a-coming to
By the loving of one?
Come all pretty maidens
In every degree
Don't trust in young sailors
In any degree
They'll kiss you and court you
And swear to be true
And the very next moment
They'll bid you adieu
They'll laugh and they'll drink
As they see you pass by
They'll bow down before you
With a wink of an eye
They'll kiss and they'll court you
For girls to deceive
There is not one in twenty
That a maid can believe
In both parts of When Cecil Left the Mountains I have concentrated on some of the songs and ballads which were recorded commercially in the 1920's and '30's. But the record companies also recorded instrumental, often fiddle-led, music. During the period 1921 - 1942 at least twenty groups recorded versions of the tune Soldier's Joy, while some seventeen groups recorded versions of The Girl I Left behind Me. Other instrumental groups recorded tunes such as Speed the Plough, Money Musk, Miss McLeod's Reel, Paddy on the Turnpike, Polly Put the Kettle On and other old-world tunes. These tunes can be traced to England, Ireland and Scotland, while other tunes, Fire in the Mountains for example, can be traced to Eastern Europe.
There are various ways of judging just how popular old-world tunes were in America. One way would be to analyse American printed tune-books. Another way, and I think that this is a better way, is to consider the repertoire of just one mountain fiddler, namely the blind fiddler Ed Haley (1883 - 1951). Ed was born in Logan County, WVA, and played around the eastern Kentucky-western West Virginia region for most of his life. During the period 1946 - 1947 Ed's son, Ralph Haley, recorded his father on a home disc-cutting machine. In 1997 Rounder Records issued sixty-five of these recordings on two double CD sets - Ed Haley: Forked Deer, CD1132 - 33, and Ed Haley: Grey Eagle, CD1134 - 35 - and I would estimate that over a quarter of these tunes (30% actually) can be traced back to old-world sources.22 These are:
CD1 | |
Forked Deer | Known in America as early as 1839, the 'fine' strain of Forked Deer is similar to an old Scotch-Irish tune called Rachael Rae, which is believed to have been composed in 1815 by a Scottish composer called Joseph Lowe. O'Neill called it The Moving Bogs. |
Indian Ate the Woodchuck | The second strain of this superb tune is clearly related to the tune Such a Getting Upstairs, which is also known as The Fife Hunt. |
Humphrey's Jig | A version of Bob of Fettercairn which can be found in the 18th century Scots Musical Museum. |
Love Somebody | A version of My Love She's But a Lassie Yet printed in 1757 as Miss Farquharson's Reel in Bremner's Scots Reels. |
Salt River | Seems to be related to the Irish tune Carron's Reel, which, according to Francis O'Neill, became attached to the Scots poem The Ewe wi the Crooked Horn. |
CD2 | |
Jenny Lind Polka | Composed by a German composer Anton Wallerstein c.1850. |
Chicken Reel | Not the usual tune by this name, but possibly one based on an older, and untraced, Scots melody. |
Wake Up Susan | Known in Ireland as The Mason's Apron. |
CD3 | |
Grey Eagle | Tune 1214 in O' Neil's "Music of Ireland", where it is titled The First Month of Summer. In Scotland it is known as The Miller of Drone. |
Wilson's Jig | Known under various old-world titles, including Harvest Home, Dundee Hornpipe, Cliff Hornpipe, Ruby Lip, Kildare Fancy and Cork Hornpipe. |
Bonaparte's Retreat | Possibly based on an old British tune. |
Money Musk | Believed originally titled Sir Archibald Grant of Monie Muske's Reel and possibly composed by Daniel Gow in 1776. Apparently once used in Ireland to accompany the Highland Fling. |
CD 4 | |
Cumberland Gap | A tune which resembles Skye Air (Gow # 559). |
Parkersburg Landing | A Variation of the well-known Schottische The Rustic Dance. Also similar to Mrs Kenny's Barndance as recorded by Michael Coleman. |
Cuckoo's Nest (1) | Similar to All Aboard Reel in Ryan's Mammoth Collection. |
Cuckoo's Nest (2) | Known in Ireland under a number of different titles, including Peacock Feathers, Forty Pounds of Feathers, In a Hornet's Nest, Jacky Tar or Jolly Jar Tar With Your Trousers On. |
Paddy on the Turnpike | Based on The Bell of Claremont Hornpipe, with a second strain which sounds like Johnny Cope and which is probably based on a tune for The Gaberlunzie Man. |
Fire in the Mountains | Known in Eastern Europe under a number of titles. It also turned up in Riley's Flute Melodies of 1815, as Free on the Mountains (Vol.1, p.87,# 317). |
Pumpkin Ridge | Also called Marmaduke's Hornpipe. According to some sources, Irish fiddler Michael Coleman recorded a version of the tune, although I am unable to trace this recording. |
Mississippi Sawyer | Possibly based on an old-world tune, The Downfall of Paris. |
In fact, so many versions of this tune have turned up across America that some authorities have begun to wonder whether or not it is really an Irish tune, or, is it, perhaps, actually an American tune; one which, somehow or other, later found its way to Ireland. And perhaps this is not such a wild idea; after all, today we are inundated with American music in Britain and I suppose that I should not have been surprised a few days ago when I heard the American fiddle tune Listen to the Mockingbird being used to back an English TV advertisement. Once, when America really was the New World, music only flowed one way; namely from Europe to America (and from Africa to America when slaves were being transported across the Atlantic) whereas, today, it is a river that flows in both directions. Now, with music moving both ways, I suppose that we can say that the circle has been completed.
I wonder what Cecil Sharp would have made of it, though?
Mike Yates - 27.12.14
Wiltshire
2. The Gallis Pole is included on the 4 CD set Leadbelly - Important Recordings 1934 - 1949 JSP box set 7764.
3. Seven Curses can be heard on the CD set Bob Dylan - the bootleg series volumes 1 - 3 (rare & unreleased) 1961 - 1991 Columbia 488100 2. It may be that Dylan also used the song Anathea, as sung by Judy Collins, as the basis for Seven Curses.
4. Jack Hall, as sung by Walter Pardon, can be heard on volume 17 of Topic Record's Voice of the People series - TSCD 667. Sadly, Gordon Hall's version does not appear to be currently available.
5. Emry Arthur's original recording of Ethan Lang can be heard on Vocalion Vo5249. It has been re-issued on the 4 CD set Appalachian Stomp Down JSP 7761
6. In Part One of this article (Musical Traditions article # 255) I mistakenly said that it was Bella Lam, and not Emry Arthur, who recorded the song Wandering Gypsy Girl in 1928.
7. The Soldier and the Lady, sung by Fred and Ray Cantwell, can be heard on Rounder CD Songs of Seduction, CD 1778. The Irish Soldier and the English Lady, sung by Neil Morris, can be heard on the Round CD Southern Journey - Ozark Frontier, Rounder CD 1707. There is another fine, if short, version sung by Mildred Tucker of KY on the double CD Meeting's a Pleasure, volume 1. MTCD341-2.
8. Booklet notes to the CD Roger Cooper: Going Back to Old Kentucky, Rounder CD0380.
9. The Banks of Claudy, sung by Bob & Jim Copper. Topic CD TSCD534.
10. Where Are You Going Alice? , sung by Grayson & Whitter. Re-issued on the 4 CD set Appalachian Stomp Down JSP 7761.
11. Going Down the Lee Highway, sung by Grayson & Whitter. Re-issued on the 4 CD set Appalachian Stomp Down JSP 7761. It seems almost certain that the tune was composed by Grayson.
12. Johnny Goodwin, played and sung by the Bull Mountain Moonshiners. Re-issued on the 4 CD set The Bristol Sessions JSP 77156.
13. Jimmie and Sallie, sung by The Dixon Brothers. Re-issued on Document CD Dixon Brothers Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order Volume 4 - 1938. DOCD-8049.
14. The Story of George Collins sung by The Dixon Brothers. Re-issued on Document CD Dixon Brothers Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order Volume 4 - 1938. DOCD-8049.
15. George Collins sung by Roy Harvey. Available on various CD re-issues.
16. For English versions of Dog and Gun, one sung by Frank Hinchliffe of Yorkshire and another by George Fradley of Derbyshire, see Musical Tradition's double CD Up in the North and Down in the South MTCD311-2 and Veteran's CD It Was on a Market Day - volume 2 VTC7CD.
17. Pretty Little Pink is performed by Clint Howard, Doc Watson and Fred Price on the double Smithsonian-Folkways set Doc Watson and Clarence Ashley. The Original Folkways Recordings, 1960 - 1962. CD SF40029/30. Fred Price also provides a splendid version of Going Down the Lee Highway, which he learnt from G B Grayson, a close friend.
18. Clarence Ashley sings a good version of Shady Grove on the double Smithsonian-Folkways set Doc Watson and Clarence Ashley. The Original Folkways Recordings, 1960 -1962. CD SF40029/30. Doc Watson also has a good version on The Watson Family, Smithsonian-Folkways CD SF40012.
19. Dolly Greer sings a fine version of Pretty Saro on The Watson Family, Smithsonian-Folkways CD SF40012, and Cas Wallin sings an equally fine version on Dark Holler. Old Love Songs and Ballads Smithsonian-Folkways SFW CD 40159.
20. Bob Lewis can be heard singing The Cuckoo on the Veteran CD Stepping It Out VTC1CD. There is another good, American, version on Doc Watson and Clarence Ashley. The Original Folkways Recordings, 1960 - 1962. CD SF40029/30.
21. See Albert Bates Lord, The Singer of Tales. London, Macmillan, 1965, for more on this subject.
22. I have also made a check of the 50 tunes which the West Virginian fiddler Edden Hammons (c.1874 - 1955) recorded in 1947. I would estimate that at least 23% of these tunes can be traced to British and Irish sources. See The Eddens Hammond Collection, volume 1 & The Eddens Hammond Collection, volume 2, West Virginia University press, 2 CDs, SA-1 and SA-2.
A. Solo/single group performers.
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