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The Crazy Year continues
On 29/09/2012 18:47, Baz wrote:
Jake wrote in : On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 17:50:45 +0200, Martin wrote: On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 15:01:53 +0100, Jake wrote: On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 15:47:14 +0200, Martin wrote: There are two people posting, here who call themselves Baz. There's also been a third who has impersonated the Baz who got flooded out earlier in the year. Sasha got impersonated last year. There's even a second (and totally different and non-impersonating) Jake! All this confusion! It's almost as bad as those committees who keep messing around with the latin names of plants before deciding that the oak is not an ash but is a close relative of the bonny willow tree (or something like that - haven't heard the song since I left school 30+ years ago). Bonny birch tree? It's a sea shanty http://www.fanstar.co.uk/UserFiles/476/Rio%20Grande.pdf Thanks for the clarification. The song I remember (in part) from school was definitely NOT a sea shanty. If only I could remember everything that went on under that bonny willow tree! Cheers, Jake ======================================= Urgling from the East End of Swansea Bay where sometimes it's raining and sometimes it's not. This is a family group, Jake. Need to know basis, go on, tell us:-) Baz I wonder if it was this one The Willow Tree There was a youth, a cruel youth, Who lived beside the sea, Six lovely maidens he drownded there By the lonely willow tree. As he walked out with Sally Brown, And they walked by the sea, An evil thought it came to him, By the lonely willow tree. "O turn your back to the water's side, Your face to the willow tree, Six pretty maidens I've drowned them here, And you the seventh shall be. "But first take off your golden gown, Take off your gown," said he, "For though I am going to murder you I would not spoil your finery." "Then turn around, you false young man, Then turn around," said she, "For it is not proper that such a youth A naked woman should see." He turned around, that false young man, Around about turned he, And seizing him boldly in both her arms, She threw him into the sea. "Lie there, lie there, you false young man, Lie there, lie there," said she, "For six pretty maidens you've drowned them here, Go keep them company!" He sank beneath the icy waves, He sank down into the sea. No living thing wept a tear for him, Save that lonely willow tree. |
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The Crazy Year continues
On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 14:14:15 -0400, S Viemeister
wrote: On 9/29/2012 1:34 PM, Jake wrote: The song I remember (in part) from school was definitely NOT a sea shanty. If only I could remember everything that went on under that bonny willow tree! Was it this one? And it's home, boys, home; home I'd like to be Home for a while in me own count-a-rie Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the North Count-a-rie Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailing on the main To gain the good will of his captain's good name He came ashore one evening for to be And that was the beginning of the whole calamity I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed And likewise for a hankerchief to tie around my head She tended to my needs like a young maid ought to do So then I says to her, Won't you nestle with me too She jumped into bed, making no alarm Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm And I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long Till she wished the short night had been seven years long Early next morning the sailor lad arose And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold Saying, Take this, my dear, for the mischief that I've done For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse And if it be a boy child, he'll wear the jacket blue And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do Come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee For I trusted one and he beguiled me He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on my knee Hey! That's it save that we had a "willow" not a "rowan" tree and the "Old" rather than "North". Thanks Cheers, Jake ======================================= Urgling from the East End of Swansea Bay where sometimes it's raining and sometimes it's not. |
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The Crazy Year continues
On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 22:14:59 +0100, David Hill
wrote: I wonder if it was this one The Willow Tree There was a youth, a cruel youth, Who lived beside the sea, Six lovely maidens he drownded there By the lonely willow tree. As he walked out with Sally Brown, And they walked by the sea, An evil thought it came to him, By the lonely willow tree. "O turn your back to the water's side, Your face to the willow tree, Six pretty maidens I've drowned them here, And you the seventh shall be. "But first take off your golden gown, Take off your gown," said he, "For though I am going to murder you I would not spoil your finery." "Then turn around, you false young man, Then turn around," said she, "For it is not proper that such a youth A naked woman should see." He turned around, that false young man, Around about turned he, And seizing him boldly in both her arms, She threw him into the sea. "Lie there, lie there, you false young man, Lie there, lie there," said she, "For six pretty maidens you've drowned them here, Go keep them company!" He sank beneath the icy waves, He sank down into the sea. No living thing wept a tear for him, Save that lonely willow tree. A salutary tale but not nearly school boyish enough! Cheers, Jake ======================================= Urgling from the East End of Swansea Bay where sometimes it's raining and sometimes it's not. |
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