Heart of the Hills Vol. 3

by Mardell McCombs

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    In Volume 3:

    More medieval melodrama!

    Including, but not limited too-

    Murder, mysticism, magic, marriage, tragic love and cruel vengeance.

    An elfin knight, a wicked sister and a Really Creepy Town.

    Another talking bird. (A very fine bird.)

    And a ram worthy of P. T. Barnum.

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1.
Barbry Allen 05:24
BARBRY ALLEN traditional Twas in the merry month of May When the green buds they were a'swelling Young William Greene on his death bed lay For the love of Barbry Allen He sent a message to the town To the place where she was a'dwellin Saying master in sick and he sends for you If your name be Barbry Allen So holy, holy rose she up And slowly came a'nigh him And all that she said when she got there Was young man I think you be dyin Oh yes, I'm low, I'm very low And death is on me a'dwellin No better, no better I'll never be If I can't have Barbry Allen Oh yes, you're low, you're very low And death is on you a'dwellin No better, no better you'll never be For you can't have Barbry Allen For don't you remember in yonder's town In yonder's town a'drinkin You pledged your health to the ladies all round And slighted Barbry Allen Oh yes, I remember in yonder's town In yonder's town a'drinkin I gave my health to the ladies all round But my heart to Barbry Allen He turned his pale face to the wall And death was on him a'dwellin Adieu, adieu, sweet friends one and all Adieu, sweet Barbry Allen And as she crossed the fields for home She heard the death bell a'knellin And every stroke it seemed to say Hard hearted Barbry Allen Oh mother, mother, make my bed Make it soft and narrow My love he has died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow They buried him in the old church tower And buried Barbry a'nigh him And out of his heart there grew a red rose And out of Barbry's a briar They grew and they grew up the old church tower Till they could grow no higher And there they tied a true lover's knot For all true love's to admire Twas in the merry month of May When the green buds they were a'swellin Young William Greene on his death bed lay For the love of Barbry Allen
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THE DARBY RAM traditional As I went out to Darby All on a market day I spied the finest ram, Sir That was ever fed on hay And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down This ram he had a horn, Sir It reached up to the moon The children went up in January Didn’t come back till June And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down The wool upon his back, Sir It reached up to the sky The eagles made their nests there For I heard the young ones cry And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down This ram he had a tail, Sir It was too long to tell Stretched out clear to Ireland And rang St. Patrick’s bell And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down He had four feet to walk, Sir He had four feet to stand And every foot he had, Sir Covered an acre of land And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down As I went out to Darby All on a market day I spied the finest ram, Sir That was ever fed on hay And he rambled Didn’t he ramble Rambled all around In and out of town Well he rambled Didn’t he ramble He rambled till those butchers cut him down He rambled till those butchers cut him down Yes he rambled till those butchers cut him down
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NOTTAMUN TOWN traditional In Nottamun Town Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look down Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town I rode a grey horse Twas a mule roany mare Grey mane and grey tail Grey stripe down her back Grey mane and grey tail Grey stripe down her back And not a spot on her be what was coal black She stood so still She threw me to the dirt She tore my hide And bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain Met the King and the Queen And a company more A riding behind And a marching before Came a stark nekkid drummer A beatin' a drum With his hand in his bosom come marching along They laughed and they smiled Not a soul did look gay They talked all the while Not a word did they say I bought me a quart To drive gladness away And to stifle the dust for it rained the whole day Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone Ten thousand stood round me And yet I was alone Took my hat in my hand To keep my head warm Ten thousand got drowned that never was born In Nottamun Town Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look down Not a soul did look up Not a soul did look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town
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I WONDER WHEN I SHALL BE MARRIED traditional I wonder when I shall be married Oh, be married, oh, be married I wonder when I shall be married For my beauty's beginning to fade My mother she is so willing Oh, so willing, oh, so willing My mother she is so willing For she's got four daughters besides My father has forty good shillings Oh, gold shillings, oh, good shillings My father has forty good shillings And they will be mine when he dies My shoes they have gone to be mended Oh, be mended, oh, be mended My shoes they have gone to be mended And my petticoat's gone to dye green And they will be ready on Sunday Oh, on Sunday, oh, on Sunday Yes they will be ready on Sunday Oh, say won't I look like a queen I wonder when I shall be married Oh, be married, oh, be married I wonder when I shall be married For my beauty's beginning to fade For my beauty's beginning to fade
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BACHELOR'S HALL traditional Oh hard is my fortune And hard is my fate Controlled by my mother so early and late And when I get married to end all this strife Controlled by a man for the rest of my life Oh the young men go courting They stay out all night Get drunk in the morning and they look a sight They'll saddle their horses, they'll rock and they'll reel Daggum them old girls, how sleepy I do feel! When the young men go courting They dress up so fine They'll tease the girls up that is all their design They'll titter, they'll tatter, they'll laugh and they'll lie They'll tease the girls up till they're ready to die Oh, Bachelor's Hall, it is bound to be best Get drunk or stay sober, lay down take your rest No woman to scold you, no young'uns to bawl So happy is the man who keeps Bachelor's Hall
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LADY MARGOT AND LOVE HENRY traditional Lady Margot sat in her bowing room Afore she went to bed Oh she heard the sound of a musical horn And it made her body sad It made her body sad Lady Margot stood in her bowing door In her bowing door stood she And when she heard his bridle ring It made her full merry It made her full merry Light down, light down, Love Henry And spend the night with me For I have a bed and a very fine bed And I'll share it up with thee I'll share it up with thee I cannot light, I will not light And pass the night with thee For there is a girl in the merry merry lea And I love her full many times more I love her full many times more He bended over the garden wall He gave her kisses three But with the penknife she held in her hand she stabbed him heartily She stabbed him heartily Woe be, woe be my love cried he To all your family For don't you see my own heart's blood Come flowing down at my knee? Come flowing down at my knee I'll ride off East, I'll ride to the West I'll ride o'er land and sea To find some curing doctor To come and cure me To come and cure me You needn't ride East, you needn't ride West You daren't ride under the sun For there's ne'er a doctor in all Scotland To cure what Margot's done To cure what Margot's done ' She called her tender maidens She bade for them to stand Said: All the gowns I ever wear Shall be at your command Shall be at your command One took him by his golden hair One took him by his feet One took him by the lily-white hand And she by the middle so neat And she by the middle so neat The drug him to that doleful well They dropped him with a sound Lie there, lie there, Love Henry Where you will ne'er be found Where you will ne'er be found Up spake a bird, a very fine bird With a nest in the valley green Ah woe betide thee cruel girl He loved no one but thee He loved no one but thee Light down, light down, my fine pretty bird And peck wheat off my knee And your cage shall be made of the beaten gold Instead of the willow tree Instead of the willow tree I cannot light, I will not light And peck wheat off your knee For you could kill a bird as well As you killed Love Henry As you killed Love Henry I wish I had my little bow My dart and tuneful string I'd shoot you through your lying heart As you do sit and sing As you do sit and sing But you've not got your little bow To shoot me from this tree So I will fly the King's highway And tell this mean story And tell this mean story
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Lord Randall 05:38
LORD RANDALL traditional O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son And where have you been, my handsome young man I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down And who met ye there, Lord Randall my son And who met ye there, my handsome young man I met with my sweetheart, mother make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down And what did she give you, Lord Randall my son And what did she give you, my darling young one Eels boiled in broth mother, make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down And who got your leavings, Lord Randall my son And who got your leavings, my handsome young man My horses and hounds, mother make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down And what became of them, Lord Randall my son And what became of them, my handsome young man They stretched out and died, mother make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down O I fear you’ve been poisoned, Lord Randall my son I fear you’ve been poisoned, my handsome young man O yes, I’ve been poisoned, mother make my bed soon For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down What do ye leave your mother, Lord Randall my son What do ye leave your mother my handsome young man Four and twenty milk cows, mother make my bed soon For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down What do ye leave your sister, Lord Randal my son What do ye leave your sister, my handsome young man My gold and my silver, mother make my bed soon For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down What do you leave your brother, Lord Randall my son What do you leave your brother, my handsome young man My houses and lands, mother make my bed soon For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down What do you leave your true love, Lord Randall my son What do you leave your true love, my handsome young man Her I leave hell and fire, mother make my bed soon For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son And where have you been, my handsome young man I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
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Tam Lin 05:04
TAM LIN traditional I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair To travel down to Carterhaugh for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carterhaugh but they leave him a pledge For he will take their mantle green or else their maidenhead Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone down to Carterhaugh as fast as go can she She'd not but pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up then came young Tam Lin, says "Lady, pull no more And why come you to Carterhaugh without command from me I’ll come and go, young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild Oh, and alas, Janet, he said, I think you go with child Well, if that be so, Janet said, myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get this baby's name For if my love were earthly knight as he is elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone down to Carterhaugh as fast as go can she Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin, she said, why came you here to dwell The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to Hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en the faerie folk do ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must bide First let past the horses black and then let past the brown Run quickly to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town Because I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faerie Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ill-fought face, an ill death may she die Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this night I did see I'd have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree
10.
THE TWO SISTERS traditional There were two sisters of County Clare Oh, the wind and the rain One was dark and the other was fair Oh the dreadful wind and rain And they both were in love with the miller’s son Oh the wind and the rain But he was fond of the fairest one Oh the dreadful wind and rain So she pushed her into the river to drown Oh the wind and the rain And watched her as she floated down Oh, the dreadful wind and rain She floated down to the Miller’s pond Oh, the wind and rain Dead on the water like a golden swan Oh, the dreadful wind and rain As she came to rest on the riverside Oh the wind and the rain Her bones were washed by the rolling tide Oh, the dreadful wind and rain Along the road came a fiddler fair Oh the wind and rain And found her bones just a lying’ there Oh, the dreadful wind and rain So he made a peg of her long finger bone Crying oh the wind and rain So he made a peg of her long finger bone Crying’ oh the dreadful wind and rain And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair Oh the wind and rain And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair Oh the dreadful wind and rain He made a fiddle of her breast bone Cried oh, the wind and rain He made a fiddle of her breast bone Oh, the dreadful wind and rain But the only tune that fiddle could play Was oh, the wind and rain The only tune that fiddle could play Was oh, the dreadful wind and rain Oh, the dreadful wind and rain

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released September 16, 2019

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