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Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight / The Outlandish Knight / Sir John / False Lover John / May Colven / Castle by the Sea

[ Roud 21 ; Master title: Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight ; Child 4 ; G/D 2:225 ; Henry H163 ; Ballad Index C004 ; Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight at Fire Draw Near ; LadyIsabel at Old Songs ; VWML AW/6/115 ; Bodleian Roud 21 ; GlosTrad Roud 21 ; Wiltshire 922 ; DT ELFKNGHT , OUTKNGHT ; Mudcat 18292 , 22848 ; trad.]

Jumbo Brightwell sang The False-Hearted Knight at the Eel’s Foot in Eastbridge, Suffolk, on 30 October 1947. This BBC recording 13861 made by E.J. Moeran was broadcast on the BBC Third Programme in late 1947. It was included in 1955 on the anthology The Columbia World Library of Folk and Primitive Music - Volume III: England which was reissued on CD in 1998 as part of Rouder’s Alan Lomax Collection. It was also included in 1975 on Brightwell’s Topic album Songs From the Eel’s Foot, in the early 2000s on the Snatch’d from Oblivion CD East Anglia Sings, and in 2000 on the Veteran CD of traditional singing and music from The Eel’s Foot, Good Order! Ladies and Gentlemen Please.

Fred Jordan sang this song as Six Pretty Maids. His BBC recording 18696 made by Peter Kennedy in Diddlebury, Shropshire, on 30 October 1952 was included on The Child Ballads 1 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 4; Caedmon 1961, Topic 1968) and in 2003 on his Veteran anthology A Shropshire Lad. A later recording by Tony Foxworthy was released on his 1974 Topic album When the Frost Is on the Pumpkin. and on the Topic “celebration of English traditional music” of 1996, Hidden English.

Jean Ritchie sang False Sir John in 1954 on her Elektra album Kentucky Mountain Songs. She noted:

Another of Uncle Jason’s fine “old ones” this ballad has descended from the more ancient one, Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight. The story is common in Britain, Germany, Holland, Scandinavia, and such unlikely-seeming places as Poland and the Latin countries. As the Ritchies sing it, the Elf-Knight is no longer a supernatural being but plain old False Sir John, and Lady Isabel has become simple May Colvin.

A.L. Lloyd sang The Outlandish Knight in 1956 on his and Ewan MacColl’s Riverside anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume I. Like all of his tracks from this anthology it was reissued in 2011 on his Fellside album Bramble Briars and Beams of the Sun.

Another version collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams in 1908 from Mr Hilton, South Walsham, Norfolk, was published in 1959 in his and Lloyd’s The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs. A.L. Lloyd recorded a version shortened by four verses for his 1960 EP England & Her Folk Songs. Like all tracks from this EP it was reissued in 2003 on the CD England & Her Traditional Songs. Lloyd wrote in the album’s sleeve notes:

Cecil Sharp believed this to be the widest circulated of all our folk ballads, “outlandish” here means coming from beyond the northern border—that is, Scotland. The story told is an ancient one of a beguiling lover who entices a whole sequence of girls to their deaths. Ballads on the same theme are known in Poland, Germany, Scandinavia, Holland, France; and perhaps the Bluebeard story is a first cousin to our song. Probably the lover was originally a malevolent water spirit who drowned the girls of his choice. If so, this supernatural element has become so vague as to be almost unnoticeable, as the ballad has passed from mouth to mouth. The rather humorous pay-off concerning the sly talking bird was detached from the ballad in Victorian times, and was made into a separate comic song, Tell-tale Polly, published in Charley Fox’s Minstrel Companion (c. 1861), and is an example of the downward path taken by some of our grander specimens of folklore. Vaughan Williams obtained the tune of his version in South Walsham, Norfolk.

Sam Larner sang The Outlandish Knight at home in Winterton, Norfolk in a recording made by Philip Donnellan for the BBC in 1958/59. It was release in 1974 on his Topic album A Garland for Sam.

Fred Hamer collected The Outlandish Knight (The Dappledy Grey) from May Bradley in Ludlow, Shropshire, and published in in 1967 in his book Garners Gay. It was also included in 1971 on the accompanying EFDSS album Garners Gay and in 2010 on her Musical Traditions anthology Sweet Swansea.

Sarah Porter sang The Outlandish Knight in a recording made Brian Matthews at The Three Cups in Punnetts Town in 1965. It was published in 2001 on the Musical Traditions anthology of songs from country pubs, Just Another Saturday Night.

LaRena Clark sang this ballad as The Dapple Grey in a recording made by Edith Fowke in Toronto in 1965. It was released in 1969 on her Topic album of folksongs from the Province of Ontario, A Canadian Garland.

Cyril Tawney sang The Outlandish Knight in 1969 as the title track of his Polydor album of traditional ballads from Devon and Cornwall, The Outlandish Knight. He noted:

Collected in May-June 1891 by Baring-Gould from 86-year-old James Masters of Bradstone, Devon (the singer who gave him the original of the now world-famous Strawberry Fair). There can be few more widespread or persistent ballads than this one, even though the elfish nature of the knight has disappeared. Nearly all English versions conclude with the delightful episode of the co-operative parrot. It may have been this part of the story which led another of Baring-Gould’s singers to insist on calling the ballad “The Outlandish Cat”.

Shirley Collins sang The Outlandish Knight on her and her sister Dolly’s 1970 album Love, Death & the Lady.

Nic Jones recorded The Outlandish Knight in the same year for his first album, Ballads and Songs, and a year later for his eponymous album Nic Jones. He noted on his first album:

Three very common ballads are included in this record: Sir Patrick Spens, The Outlandish Knight and Little Musgrave. All three are well-known to anyone with a knowledge of balladry, as they are well represented in most ballad collections. … The melody for The Outlandish Knight is from Cecil Sharp’s published collection of English Folk Songs.

and in the latter album notes:

This is a further version of a song that appeared on my first LP. I find that certain songs appeal to me on the strength of certain phrases or words that are enjoyable to sing due to their inherent lyrical quality. This is one of them.

Martin Carthy sang The Outlandish Knight with a few more verses in 1972 on his album Shearwater He noted:

In the days before the Padstow May revels became the target of annual folk pilgrimage (however non-organised), I remember Cyril Tawney talking about the effect that the incessant beat of the big drum, used to accompany the Padstow May Song, had on revellers. These included local people, people from round about, tourists (plenty of them), and the inevitable gangs of Teds and leather boys, who went along to take the mickey. Invariably, the Teds and leather boys would end up partaking wild-eyed, with the most incredible dervish-like frenzy.

Come spring, a young woman’s fancy turns too, and this feeling of the sap rising prevails upon my feeling towards The Outlandish Knight in general. Having been saved from death, but not from a fate worse than death, by her own presence of mind, she is protected from parental wrath by the presence of mind of her self seeking, get-ahead pet parrot. There’s a moral somewhere. The tune is my own.

Norma Waterson sang The Outlandish Knight in 2002 on Waterson:Carthy’s album A Dark Light. Martin Carthy noted:

Norma learned Death and the Lady from [the Cecil Sharp collection]. It’s a dark song here and she did what was second nature to the Watersons in their heyday, transforming the tune by altering just a couple of notes. Similarly, but this time rhythmically, she also tweaked (ever so slightly) the tune of The Outlandish Knight as found in The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs. This most mysterious of songs has haunted her for years ever since she heard it (with a different melody) from the great Shropshire singer, Fred Jordan. Mysterious in a different way is how it can be that so old and so widespread a song should, wherever it is found, display so very little variation as far as the words are concerned.

Tom Gilfellon sang The Outlandish Knight in 1972 on his Trailer album Loving Mad Tom.

Mary Ann Haynes sang this ballad as The Young Officer in a recording made by Mike Yates in her home in Brighton, Sussex in December 1972. It was published in 1975 on the Topic album Songs of the Open Road and in 1998 on the Topic anthology My Father’s the King of the Gypsies (The Voice of the People Series Volume 12).

The Broadside from Grimsby sang Outlandish Knight in 1973 on their Topic album of songs and ballads collected in Lincolnshire, The Moon Shone Bright.

Charlotte Renals of the West Country travelling families, the Orchards, sang The Outlandish Knight in a recording made by Pete Coe in 1978. It was released in 2003 on the Veteran CD of songs from Cornish travellers, Catch Me If You Can. Her nephew Vic Legg sang The Outlandish Knight in 1994 on the Veteran cassette I’ve Come to Sing a Song: Cornish Family Songs that was reissued on CD in 2000.

Frankie Armstrong sang The Outlandish Knight in 1980 on her album And the Music Plays So Grand. She noted:

This is a very widespread ballad, indicated by it’s being number four in the Child collection. Versions have been found all over Europe, including Scandinavia. While it is found in many old collections it’s also widely found on the lips of country singers today. Obviously its blend of the mythic and the farcical appeals as much today as it ever did. The tune used here has been pinched from a beautiful version of The Demon Lover from Scotland, called James Harris.

Jim Eldon sang this ballad as Six Pretty Maids on his 1984 album I Wish There Was No Prisons.

Corney McDaid sang False Lover John to Tom Munnelly in the home of Jim McBride, Buncrana, Co Donegal, on 17 May 1984. This recording was included in 1985 on the Folk Music Society of Ireland anthology Early Ballads in Ireland 1968-1985, reissued on CD in 2015 by An Goílín.

Bill Cassidy sang this ballad as Pretty Polly on the 1986 EFDSS cassette Early in the Month of Spring that was reissued in 2003 as part of the Musical Traditions anthology of songs of Irish travellers in England, From Puck to Appleby.

Kevin Mitchell sang False Lover John in 1996 on his Greentrax CD I Sang That Sweet Refrain. Another recording was included in 2001 on his and Ellen Mitchells Musical Tradition anthology Have a Drop Mair. Rod Stradling noted:

Kevin: An excellent version of The Outlandish Knight from the singing of Corney McDaid, of Inishowen, Co Donegal. Corney sang this song to me at a singing session in the Excelsior Bar, Buncrana.

As The Outlandish Knight, not to mention a host of other titles, this ballad is exceptionally well-known all over the Anglophone world; Roud has 578 examples cited. It was frequently found in England and Scotland, but less so in Ireland; indeed it has only been recorded twice from the Irish oral tradition. The only instance of the ballad under this present title was collected from Corney McDaid of Cockhill, Co Donegal, by Jimmy McBride and Jim McFarland. Among vast range of titles used, many of the Irish ones and quite a lot of the older ones, include the name of May Colvin (as in May Colven in Child or May Colvine and Fause Sir John in Bronson)—one may assume the Corney’s Michalín is derived from her.

Sìleas sang May Colvin, “a variant of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight,” in 1996 on their Greentrax CD Play on Light.

Steeleye Span’s recorded this song as The Elf-Knight in 1996 for their album Time. A live recording from St. David’s Hall, Cardiff on 6 December 1994 was released on their 25th anniversary tour video, 25 Live. Another live recording from The Forum, London on 2 September 1995 was released on the CD The Journey. They noted on the original album:

A simple but vivid story, this ballad evokes many powerful images—a hazy afternoon in late June when the roses are full blown—Lady Isabel sitting alone in a castle room, with a shaft of sunlight playing on the tapestry that she is weaving—somewhere out there, beyond this world and the “fields we know,” the elf-knight sits, arrogant, dark and brooding. He blows his horn and enchants her—she breathes a wish for him—in an instant he has broken through the barrier—two worlds collide, reality and fantasy, good and evil …

Julie Henigan sang The Streets of Derry on her 1997 CD American Stranger (an extended reissue of her 1993 cassette). She noted:

An Arkansas version of a ballad Child said was more widespread than any other of the songs in his collection. The appeal of the story for women, the primary carriers of the ballad tradition, is not far to seek: Bluebeard gets his just reward, thanks to the resourceful heroine, who fools her father in the bargain. From the Max Hunter Collection.

Chris Bartram sang Six Pretty Maids in 1998 on his and Keith Holloway’s WildGoose CD From the Vale. He noted:

Travelling around the pubs with my fiddle in the 1960s produced some interesting results. Sometimes it was literally, “Thanks very much, but would you leave now,” or else people would start to sing! It was one night in Uffington, I forgot in which pub, when everything was just right and somebody sang Six Pretty Maids. The following morning was still in my head and it’s been there ever since.

Moira Craig sang May Colvin on her 2000 album On ae Bonny Day. She noted:

The version I originally found of this said it was “an old ballad adapted for singing”. I realised it was a version of the Outlandish Knight despite having no cat or parrot. I then discovered a much fuller version in a little book called Bibliotheca Curiosa. I have added a few more verses from this that I hadn’t come across before. (Still no cat or parrot!). This is also known as Lady Isobel and the Elf Knight.

Tony Cuffe recorded The Water o Wearie’s Well (Child 4B) in Arlington, Mass., in 2001. This track was released in 2003 on his posthumous Greentrax album Sae Will We Yet. Stuart Eydmann noted:

A song from Peter Buchan’s Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland (Edinburgh. 1828) given a new and appropriately gothic tune and arrangement. The Harvard scholar Francis James Child (1825-1896) records it as a variant of Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight which has parallels in other European traditions. Wearie’s Well is in Edinburgh in the park of the Royal Palace of Holyroodhouse which dates back to the fourteenth century. The piece opens with the sound of wind blowing through the strings of Tony’s harp.

John Spiers and Jon Boden recorded The Outlandish Knight with Martin Carthy’s melody from Shearwater for their 2003 duo album Bellow, and snag it with Bellowhead in 2006 on their CD Burlesque. And Jon Boden sang it unaccompanied as the 3 May 2011 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. They noted on the first CD:

The first of two songs [besides Brown Adam] on the album that owe their melody to the great Martin Carthy. A cautionary tale—remember girls if a strange bloke playing the trumpet jumps through your window in the middle of the night and asks you out on a date—just say no.

Brian Peters sang The Outlandish Knight in 2003 on his CD Different Tongues.

Kathryn Roberts and Sean Lakeman sang this ballad as The Willow Tree in 2003 on their album 2.. They recorded it again for their 2020 album On Reflection.

Cara took a version of this ballad called False Sir John from B.H. Bronson’s The Traditional Tunes of the Child Ballads, changed the verses somewhat and wrote a new melody. They recorded it as Sir John for their 2004 CD, In Colour.

Pete Coe sang The Outlandish Knight in 2004 on his CD In Paper Houses. He noted:

I first heard Fred Jordan sing his version of this ballad in the ’60s and I always asked him to sing it for me. This version was collected by Frank Kidson from Charles Lolley and I eventually got to sing it to Fred. There are related stories and versions of this tale found throughout Asia and Europe and the earliest illustration dates back to 300 BC.

Chris Foster sang The False Hearted Knight in 2004 on his Tradition Bearers CD Jewels.

Roger Grimes sang The Outlandish Knight, one of the songs sung at the Golden Fleece in Stroud in the early 2000s, on the Musical Traditions anthology Songs From the Golden Fleece, published in 2005. The actual recording was made in Rod and Danny Stradling’s kitchen to prevent intrusions of staff, other customers and noise from the bars.

Angus Mohr, a Denver-based band featuring “a hard-rock sound focused around traditional Celtic rhythms and pipes”, learned Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight from Steeleye Span’s version. They sang it in 2008 on their album Symphony From the Ghost Ship.

Emily Smith sang May Colven on her 2008 album Too Long Away.

Cath and Phil Tyler sang Castle by the Sea in 2009 on their album The Hind Wheels of Bad Luck.

Karan Casey and John Doyle sang False Lover John in 2010 on their Compass album Exiles Return. She noted:

Áine Ó Ceallaigh from Ring sang me this song years ago. It’s an unusual version of this well-known song and I love the extra quirky bits in the line “clear silvery light of the moon”.

Rosie Hood sang The Outlandish Knight in 2011 on her eponymous EP Rosie Hood. She used the verses collected from the singing of Edward Warren, South Marston, Wiltshire, by Alfred Williams, who reported that the song was “very popular throughout the Thames Valley.”

Alasdair Roberts sang False Lover John in 2011 on Concerto Caledonia’s CD Revenge of the Folksingers, giving Kevin Mitchell’s recording as his source.

Lauren McCormick sang this ballad as Lady Isobel in 2012 on her WildGoose CD On Bluestockings.

Andy Turner learned The Outlandish Knight from Fred Hamer’s book Garners Gay. He sang it as the 4 March 2012 entry of his project A Folk Song a Week.

Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker sang The Outlandish Knight on the 2013 anthology of songs and tunes from the Leigh Folk Festival, Sportsmen, Seafarers, Scumbags & Psychos. This track was also included in 2017 on the festival’s 25th anniversary album, Dog Days, Devil Fish & Darkest England.

Gavin Davenport sang Castle by the Sea in 2013 on his Haystack CD The Bone Orchard. He noted:

I learned this from Cath Tyler, and this distressingly cheerful serial killer ballad comes from the singing of Lena Bourke Fish via the Frank & Anne Warner Collection. It’s a short, chirpy version of The Outlandish Knight.

Rosaleen Gregory sang False Sir John in 2013 on her second album of Child ballads, Serpent’s Knee. She noted:

An Appalachian version of this story of a woman’s successful escape from a serial killer.

Bella Hardy sang The Seventh Girl on her 2013 CD Battleplan. She noted:

My version of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight, or The Outlandish Knight (Child 4, Roud 21).

Kate Rusby sang The Elfin Knight in 2014 on her CD Ghost. She also wrote a similarly-themed song with the same name, The Elfin Knight, which she sang on her 2005 CD The Girl Who Couldn’t Fly, on her 2008 EP Who Knows Where the Time Goes?, and on her 2012 anniversary album Twenty.

Tim Eriksen sang Castle by the Sea in 2015 on his and Eliza Carthy’s Navigator CD Bottle. He noted:

This comes from Lena Bourne Fish of East Jaffray, New Hampshire, who knew more old songs that just about anyone and published her own, hand typed, fanzine, containing recipes, aphorisms and songs, including gems of her own composition like Take an Aspirin, a sardonic take on novel and simplistic answers offered for the world’s persistent problems. Not a lot of castle around Jaffray, as far as I’ve seen, but the song rings true nevertheless.

Alice Jones sang The Castle by the Sea on her 2016 CD Poor Strange Girl. She noted:

This is another song from the Frank and Anne Warner book. It was collected from Lena Bourne Fish in 1940. I love this song because the woman gains the upper hand!

Will Noble sang The Outlandish Knight on his 2017 Veteran CD It’s Gritstone for Me. Brian Peters and John Howson noted:

An old ballad (Child 4) very popular with English traditional singers over many years. Will had it from Fred Jordan, who encouraged his singing and became a cherished friend: “I spent a lot of time with Fred ad various events and heard him sing it so many times that I found I knew it.” Those with fond memories of the Shropshire man’s rendition of the ballad will enjoy the moment at which Will channels Fred’s characteristic aside!

Rachael McShane sang Lady Isabel in 2018 on her Topic album with The Cartographers, When All Is Still. She noted:

A version of The Outlandish Knight (which I always loved playing in Bellowhead), Lady Isabel is a song about a serial killer who gets all he deserves in the end.

I found this version in Alan Lomax’s The Folk Songs of North America. There was much discussion when we arranged this song about whether to keep the parrot verses. Matthew [Ord] was initially anti-parrot but in the end the parrot prevailed, after all how often do you find a song that ends in the bribery of a sentient parrot?

The Askew Sisters sang Castle by the Sea on their 2019 CD Enclosure. They noted:

We love the text of this unusual version of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight for its striking and wild imagery, which echoes the darkness of the woman’s plight in the song. It was collected by Frank and Anne Warner from Lena Bourne Fish in East Jaffrey, New Hampshire in 1940 [VWML RoudFS/S140510] , when she was in her sixties. Lena (often known as Grammy Fish), had inherited an immense song repertoire that had been kept in her family for more than two hundred years. It’s not uncommon for dark ballads to have unexpectedly jolly tunes; we experimented with setting this one to a more modal melody, but it firmly wanted to stick with the traditional tune, so we stopped messing with it and let it be!

Kirsty Merryn sang The Outlandish Knight in 2020 on her album Our Bright Night.

Rachel Newton sang The Early Morning on her 2020 album To the Awe. She noted:

Lyrics based on the ballad The False-Hearted Knight, a variation of Child ballad #4 Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight from Barry, Eckstorm and Smyth’s collection British Ballads From Maine, sung by Mrs. A.W. (Barry) Lindenberg, Shirley, Mass, 1922.

Nick Hart sang The Outlandish Knight on his 2022 CD Nick Hart Sings Ten English Folk Songs. He noted:

The melody of this comes from Mary-Anne Haynes who, in her mesmerising version, recasts the villain of the story as a ‘Young Officer’. Wanting a few more verses however, I’ve used words from the marvellous Suffolk singer Jumbo Brightwell.

Lyrics

Jumbo Brightwell sings The False-Hearted Knight

[Philip Lumpkin] Up, ladies and gentlemen please, Jumbo is just going to give us The False-Hearted Knight if you don’t mind please.

Now it’s of a false knight who came from Northland,
He came a courting me,
He promised top take me down to the northland
and there his bride make me.

So come give me some of your mothers gold
And some of your fathers fee,
And two of the best horses out of her stable
where there stand by thirty and three.

So she mounted upon her milk white steed
And he on his dapple and grey,
And away they did ride to the great waterside
So early before it was day.

“Jump you off, jump you off that milk white steed
And deliver it unto me,
For six pretty fair maids I have drownded in here
and the seventh one you shall be.

“Take off take off that silken gown
And lay it upon yon stone,
For I think it’s too rich and I think it’s to rare
To rot all in the salt sea.”

“Then if I must take off my silken gown
Then turn your back upon me,
For I don’t think it fit that a villain like you
A naked woman should see.

“And stoke you down and cut that briar
That hangs so near that brim,
For in case it should tangle my golden clothes o’er
And tear my lily white skin.”

Then she gave him a push and a hearty push
and she pushed that false knight in,
Crying, “Lie in there you false hearted knight,
Lie in there instead of me,
For if six pretty fair maids you have drowned in here
The seventh one hath drowned you.”

So she mounted upon the milk white steed
And she’s led his dapple and grey,
And away she did ride to her father’s own hall
Two hours before it was day.

The old parrot was up in the window high
And he cried aloud and did say,
“I’m afraid that some villian came here last night
And have carried my lady away.”

Her father he was not so sound asleep
And he heard what that bird did say,
And he crieth, “What waketh my pretty parrot
Hours before it was day?”

“Why the old cat it was up in that window high
And that cat he wouldn’t make play,
So loud did I cry that helped to deny
To drive that cat away.”

“Well done, well done my pretty Polly,
No tales will you tell on me.
Thy cage shall be made of that bright beaten gold
And a door of white ivory.”

A.L. Lloyd sings The Outlandish Knight

An outlandish knight from the north lands came,
And he came wooing of me;
And he told me he’d take me to that northern land,
And there he would marry me.

Well, she mounted on her lily-white horse,
And he upon the grey.
And away they did ride to the fair river side,
Three hours before it was day.

He says, “Unlight, unlight, my little Polly,
Unlight, unlight,” cries he,
“For six pretty maids I’ve drowned here before,
And the seventh thou art to be.”

She said, “Go get a sickle to crop the thistle
That grows beside the brim,
That it may not mingle with my curly locks
Nor harm my lily-white skin.”

So he got a sickle to crop the thistle
That grew beside the brim,
And she catched him around the middle so small,
And tumbled him into the stream.

Then she mounted on her lily-white horse,
And she did ride away,
And she arrived at her father’s door
Three hours before it was day.

Now the parrot being in the window so high;
A-hearing the lady, he did say,
“I’m afraid that some ruffian have led you astray,
That you’ve tarried so long away.”

“Don’t prittle, don’t prattle, my pretty Polly,
Nor tell no tales of me,
And your cage shall be of the glittering gold,
And your perch of the best ivory.”

Now the master being in the bedroom so high,
A-hearing that parrot, he did say,
“What’s the matter with you, my pretty Polly,
You’re prattling so long before day?”

“There came an old cat on the top of my cage,
To take my sweet life away,
I was just calling on my young mistress,
To drive that old puss away.”

Cyril Tawney sings The Outlandish Knight

There was a rich nobleman I’ve heard tell
And he came a courting of me,
And he said, “We will ride, and ere we return
Then married we will be.”

She went into her father’s stable
She was gay as gay might be,
And she mounted upon her milk-white steed,
And the dapple grey rode he.

“Jump off! Jump off! I pray,” he said,
“And deliver your horse to me.
Six pretty maids have I drowned here,
And the seventh thou shalt be.

“Pull off, pull off, thy silken smock
And thy silken gown,” said he.
“Six pretty maids have I stripped here,
And the seventh thou shalt be.”

“Take up thy sickle and cut the nettle,
That grows on the water brim,
For fear it should stick in my gay gold locks
And should sting my milk-white skin.”

He took the sickle and cut the nettle
That grew on the water brim,
And she gave him a most cunning push,
And she speedily pushed him in.

“O help! O help! my fair pretty maid,
And today I will marry thee.”
“Lie there, lie there, thou false hearted knave,
Lie there and drown, said she.

“Lie there, lie there! thou false hearted knave,
Lie there and drown, said she
Six pretty maids hast thou drowned here,
And the seventh drowneth thee.”

Every leaf was oppress’d and she heard no sound,
Nor to lark nor thrush gave heed.
Nor the throstle did call in the whole of the tree
As she mounted her milk white steed.

And she mounted her on her milk-white steed
And she led the dapple grey,
And she rode till she came to her father’s hall
Just at the break of day.

“O where have you been, my fair pretty queen?”
The parrot he did say,
“That you have been out all in the night
And return before the day.”

“O hush! and O hush! my pretty parrot,
O say not a word,” said she,
“Thy cage it shall be of the beaten gold,
That was of the timbern tree.”

Then up and spake her father dear,
From the bed where on he lay,
“O what is the matter with my parrot
That he chatters before the day.”

“The cat came to my own cage-door
And threatenèd to kill me.
And I called aloud for help to come,
To come and deliver me.”

“Well turn’d, well turn’d my pretty parrot
Well turn’d, well turn’d said she.
Thy cage shall be made of shining gold,
That was of the timbern tree.”

Shirley Collins sings The Outlandish Knight

An outlandish knight from the north lands came,
He come a-courting me;
And he promised he’d take me into the north lands,
And there would marry me.

“Go fetch me some of your father’s gold,
Some of your mother’s fee,
And the two best horses that are in your yard,
Where there stands thirty and three.”

So she rode away on their milk-white steed,
He on the dapple grey,
And they rode till they come to the banks of the sea,
Three hours before it was day.

“Unlight, unlight, my pretty little girl,
Deliver that gold to me.
For six pretty maidens I have drownded here
And the seventh one you shall be.”

“But first take off your gown of silk,
Deliver it unto me,
For I think that it is too fine and too gay
To rot with you in the salt sea.”

“Turn around, turn around, you false young man,
Turn your face to the tree,
For it isn’t fit that a villain like you
A naked lady should see.”

So as he turned himself around,
Turning his face to the tree,
She’s grabbed him by the middle so small
And flung him into the sea.

“Lie there, lie there you false young man,
Lie there instead of me,
For if six pretty maidens you have drownded here
Then the seventh one has drowned thee.”

So she mounted on the lily-white horse,
Leading the dapple grey,
And she rode till she come to her father’s own door,
An hour before it was day.

Now the parrot being up in the window so high,
And hearing his mistress, did say,
“I’m afraid some ruffian had led you astray,
You tarried so long away.”

“Don’t prittle, don’t prattle my pretty Polly,
Nor tell no tales of me,
And your cage shall be of the glittering gold
And your perch of the best ivory.”

Now her father being up in his bedroom so high,
And hearing the parrot, did say,
“What’s the matter with you, my pretty Polly,
You’re prattling so long before day?”

“There come an old cat on the top of my cage,
To take my sweet life away,
And I was just calling for my young mistress
To chase that old puss away.”

Nic Jones sings The Outlandish Knight

And he’s followed her up, he’s followed her down,
And it’s into the room where she lay.
She hadn’t the strength for to flee from his arms
So they tumbled - to answer him nay.

“Rise up, rise up, my pretty Polly,
Rise up and go with me.
I will take you to North Scotland
And there you’ll married be.”

“Go fetch you a bag of your father’s gold,
Some of your mother’s fee.
Two fine horses out of the stable,
There stand thirty and three.”

So she’s lit upon her nimble-going brown
And he’s mounted the dapple grey.
When they come to North Scotland
It was just three hours till day.

“Light you down, light you down, my pretty Polly,
Light you down I say to thee.
Six King’s daughters have I drowned here
And the seventh will surely be thee.”

“And pull off, pull off your fine gay clothes,
Hang them on yonder tree.
For they are too fine and they cost too much
For to rot in the salt lake sea.”

“Then you get a sickle and you cut down the nettles
That grow so close to the brim.
For I fear to tangle me long yellow hair
And they’ll tear me lily-white skin.”

So he’s got a sickle and he’s cut down the nettles
That grow so close to the brim.
And she’s picked him up so skilfully
And she’s pushed the false knight in.

“Lie there, lie there me false young man,
Lie there in the room of me.
For six King’s daughters have you drowned there
And the seventh’s drowned thee.”

So she’s lit upon her nimble going brown,
And she’s led the dappled grey.
When she’s come to her father’s door
It was just three hours till day.

“Hush up, hush up me pretty Polly bird,
Don’t you tell tales of me.
Your cage will be made of the very beaten gold
And the door of the best ivory.”

But then up and spoke a fine young man
In the chamber where he lay,
“What’s the matter, what’s the matter with my pretty Polly bird,
You talking so long afore day?”

“Oh there’s two black cats at me cage and door,
My life they will betray.
And I’m just a-calling for me pretty Polly
For to drive the cats away.”

And he’s followed her up, he’s followed her down,
And it’s into the room where she lay.
She hadn’t the strength for to flee from his arms
So they tumbled - to answer him nay.

Martin Carthy sings The Outlandish Knight

Lady Margaret she sits in her bower sewing,
Baba and a lily-va,
When she saw the knight with his horn a-blowing,
On the very first morning of May.

“Oh would your lord would give to me rest,
And it’s baba and a lily-va,
And that young knight lay here on my breast,
On the very first morning of May.”

Now the lady she had these words scarce spoken,
And baba and a lily-va,
When in at her window the knight come a-jumping,
On the very first morning of May.

“Oh strange it is, oh strange, young woman,
And baba and a lily-va,
I can scarce blow my horn but I hear you a-calling,
On the very first morning of May.”

“Go get you gold from your father’s table,
Deliver it all unto me,
And the two fastest horses in your father’s stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.”

Now she’s mounted her up on the black, black horse,
And he’s rode on the dapple grey.
And they rode till they come to the broad seaside,
Just three hours before it was day.

“Light down, light down off your horse, ” he cries,
“And deliver him up unto me.
For it’s six pretty maids I have drowned here,
And the seventh one you shall be.”

“Take off, take off all your clothes,” he cries,
“And deliver them all unto me.
For they are too fine and costly robes
For to rot in the salt salt sea.”

“Light down, light down off your horse,” she cries,
“And turn your back unto me.
For it’s not fitting that any gentleman
A naked lady should see.”

So he’s lighted him down off his horse so high,
And he’s turned his back unto she,
And she’s catched him around his middle so small,
And she’s tumbled him all down in the sea.

Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam,
And it’s baba and a lily-va,
“Oh help, oh help, o you pretty fair maid,
Or drownded I shall be.”

“Lie there, lie there, o you false young man,
Lie there instead of me,
For it’s six pretty maids you have drownded here,
And the seventh one have drownded thee.”

So she’s mounted her up on the black, black horse,
And she’s led the dapple grey,
And she’s rode till she come to her father’s yard
Just an hour before it was day.

And a parrot sitting up at his window so high,
And baba and a lily-va,
“Oh where have you been my pretty mistress,
So long before it is day.”

“Don’t you prittle, don’t you prattle, o my pretty Polly,
Don’t tell no tales on me,
And your cage shall be made of the finest glittering gold,
And your perch of the best ivory.”

And her father sitting up at his window so high,
And on hearing the parrot, he did say,
“Oh what is the matter, my pretty Polly,
That you cry so long before the day?”

“Oh there come a cat to my window so high,
And it’s baba and a lily-va,
And I was a-calling my pretty mistress,
Just to frighten that pussycat away.”

Frankie Armstrong sings The Outlandish Knight

An outlandish knight from the north lands came
And he came a-wooing me.
He promised he’d take me unto the northern lands
And there he’d marry me.

“Come fetch me some of your father’s gold
And some of your mother’s fee,
And two of the best horses in the stable
Where there stand thirty and three.”

He mounted on the milk white steed
And she on the dappled grey,
And they rode till they came to the salt water side
An hour before the day.

“Light off, light off your steed,” he said,
“And deliver it unto me.
For six pretty maidens I have drowned here
And you the seventh shall be.

“Take off, take off your Holland smock
And deliver it unto me.
For it is too fine and too rich a gear
To rot with you under the sea.”

“If I must take off my Holland smock
Then o turn your face from me.
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
A naked lady should see.”

So he’s turned his face away from her,
To view the leaves so green.
And she’s catched him by the middle so small
And she’s tumbled him into the stream.

Well he swam high and he swam low
Till he’s come unto the side.
“Fetch hold of my hand, you pretty fair maid,
And I will make you my bride.”

“Lie there, lie there you false hearted man,
Lie there instead of me.
For if six pretty maidens you have drowned here
The seventh one hath drowned thee.”

She’s mounted on the milk white steed
And she’s led the dappled grey,
And she’s rode till she came to her own father’s hall
An hour before the day.

The parrot being up in the window so high
And hearing the lady did say,
“I’m afraid some ruffian has led you astray
That you’ve tarried so long away.”

“Don’t prittle, don’t prattle, my pretty Polly,
Nor tell any tales of me,
And your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
And the doors of the best ivory.”

The king being sat in the window so high,
And hearing the parrot did say,
“What makes you cry out, my pretty Polly,
So long before the day?”

“It’s no laughing matter,” the parrot he said,
“That makes me cry out to thee.
For the cat he climbed in the window so high
And I feared he would harm me.”

“Well done, well done, my pretty Polly,
You have tuned your notes well to me.
Now your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold
And the doors of the best ivory, ivory,
And the doors of the best ivory.”

Kevin Mitchell sings False Lover John

False lover John he courted me
For every hour in the day.
He courted me to such a degree
That I hadn’t one word to say.

It’s “Take you of your father’s gold,
And all your mother’s money,
And steal the keys of your father’s stable
Of thirty steeds and three.”

She’s taken of her father’s gold,
And all her mother’s money,
And stolen the keys of her father’s stable
Of thirty steeds and three.

Then mounted on a milk white steed
Rode on by the clear silver light of the moon,
And they rode on to the river bank,
Where they did get down.

It’s “Lie you here Miss Michalín
This night along with me,
For it’s here I murdered seven king’s daughters,
The eighth one shall be you.

“But first leave off your lovely clothes
And leave them on dry land,
For I feel they are too costly for
To rot on the salt sea sand.”

“Then turn you round, False John,” she cried,
“And view the green leaves on the tree,
For I’ll never agree that any man
My naked body should see.”

False lover John he’s turned around
To view the green leaves on the tree,
When she threw her arms around his waist
And flung him into the sea.

“Oh, reach me in your lovely hand
And bring me to dry land,
And every vow that ever I made
I’ll double them all in one.”

It’s “Lie you there, False John”, she cried,
“An ill death you may die.
For you thought to drown me as I was born
And steal my clothes away.”

Then mounted on a milk white steed
Rode on by the clear silver light of the moon,
And she rode on to the castle gates
Where there she did get down.

She put the horses back in the stable,
The money where it lay.
There wasn’t a lord in all of the castle
Miss Michalín away.

Up spoke the noble parrot
From his cage in where he lay
Saying, “What did I tell you, Michalín,
Before you went away?”

“Ah, hold your tongue my little parrot,
And tell no tales on me,
And your cage will be of the beaten gold
Instead of a hazel tree.”

Up spoke the noble king from his bed
In where he lay
Saying, “What disturbs my little parrot,
That riddles so long before day?”

“The cats they are at my cage door,
All for to worry me,
And I was calling on Michalín
To scare them all away.

“But maids are young, they do sleep sound
And can’t be wakened by me.
So sleep you on, my noble king,
The cats are all scared away.”

Sìleas sing May Colvin

False Sir John a-wooing came
To a maid of beauty rare;
May Colvin was her name,
Her father’s only heir.

He woo’d her but be woo’d her ben,
He woo’d her in the hall,
Till he’s gotten her consent
To mount and ride awa’.

They’ve gone down to her father’s bower
Where all the steeds did stand;
There they’ve chosen her father’s horse,
The best that’s in the land.

He’s got on and she’s got on,
Swiftly they did flee,
Till they came to a lonely spot
A rock by the side of the sea.

“Get down, get down, May Colvin,
Your bridal here you see.
I have drowned seven young ladies
And the eighth one you shall be.

“Cast off, cast off, May Colvin,
All and your silken gown.
It’s ow’er good and costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.

“Cast off, cast off, May Colvin,
All and your silver shoon.
They’re ow’er good and costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.”

“Turn around, False Sir John,
And look to the leaf o’ the tree.
For it ne’er became a gentleman
A naked lady to see.”

He’s turned himself around and about
And he’s looked to the leaf of the tree;
So swiftly did May Colvin
Cast him into the sea.

“Help, oh help, May Colvin,
Help or else I’ll drown.
I’ll take you back to your father’s bower
And set you down safe and sound.”

“No help, no help, False Sir John,
No help though I pity thee.
Seven young ladies you have drowned
And the eighth one won’t be me.”

She’s got on to her milk white steed,
Swiftly rode away,
She’s come home to her father’s bower
Before the break of the day.

Steeleye Span sing The Elf-Knight

The elf-knight sits on yonder hill,
    Fine flowers in the valley.
He blows his horn both loud and shrill,
    As the rose is blown.

He blows it east, he blows it west,
    Fine flowers in the valley.
He blows it where he liketh best,
    As the rose is blown.

Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
When she heard the elf-knight’s horn a-blowing.

“Would I had that horn a-blowing
And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom.”

Scarcely had she these words spoken
When in at the window the elf-knight’s broken.

“It’s a very strange matter, fair maid,” said he,
“I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me.”

“But will you go to the greenwood side?
If you will not go, I’ll cause you to ride.”

He leapt on his horse and she on another
And they rode on to the greenwood together.

“Light down, light down, Isabel,” said he,
“For we’re come to the place where you are to die.”

“It’s seven kings daughters here have I slain
And you shall be the eighth of them.”

“Sit down a-while, lay your head on my knee
That we may rest before I die.”

She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep,
And with a small charm she’s lulled him to sleep.

With his own sword-belt, so fast she’s bound him,
With his own dagger so sore she’s stabbed him.

“If seven kings daughters here have you slain,
Then lie you here, a husband to them all.”

Tony Cuffe sings The Water o Wearie’s Well

There cam a bird oot o a bush,
On water for tae dine;
An sighing said the lady fair,
“Oh woe’s this heart o mine!”

An he’s ta’en a harp intae his hand,
And he’s harped them all asleep;
Except it was the king’s daughter,
Who ae wink couldna get.

And he’s mounted on his berry-brown steed,
Ta’en her on behind himsel;
And they rode on tae that water,
That they ca Wearie’s Well.

“Wide in, wide in, my lady fair,
Nae harm shall ye befa;
Oft times hae I watered my steed,
At the water o Wearie’s Well.”

And the first very first step that she stepped in,
She stepped in to the knee;
And sighing said this lady fair,
“This water’s nae for me.”

“Wide in, wide in, my lady fair,
Nae harm shall ye befa;
Oft times hae I watered my steed
At the water o Wearie’s Well.”

And the very next step that she stepped in,
She stepped in to the chin;
And sighing said this lady fair,
“They should gar twa loves twine.”

“Seven king’s daughters have I drowned here,
At the water o Wearie’s Well;
And I’ll mak you the eighth o them,
And I’ll ring the common bell.”

“If I am standing here,“ she said,
“This dowie death tae dee;
Ae kiss o yer comely lips,
I’m sure would comfort me.”

And he’s mounted ower his saddle bow
To kiss her cheek and chin;
And she’s ta’en him in her airms twa
And she’s thrown him headlong in.

“As seven king’s daughters have ye drowned here
At the water o Wearie’s Well;
I’ll mak ye bridegroom tae them a
And I’ll ring the bell mysel.”

Norma Waterson sings The Outlandish Knight

Well, an outlandish knight from the northern lands came,
He came wooing of me;
He told me he’d take me up to the north lands,
There he would marry me.

“Go fetch me some of your father’s gold,
Some of your mother’s fee,
And two of the best of your father’s horses,
There stands thirty and three.”

She’s fetched him some of her father’s gold,
Some of her mother’s fee,
And two of the best of her father’s horses,
There stands thirty and three.

Then she’s mounted on her milk-white steed,
He’s rode the dapple grey.
They rode till they came to the broad riverside,
Three hours before it was day.

“Light down, light down, my pretty fair maid,
Light down, light down,” cried he,
“Six pretty maidens I’ve drowned here,
And the seventh one you shall be.”

“Pull off, pull off your silken gown,
Deliver it over to me.
For it is too fine and much too fair
To rot in the salt water sea.”

“Go get me a sickle to crop off the thistle
That grows beneath the brim,
It will not mingle with my curly locks
Or mangle my glittering skin.”

He’s got the sickle to crop off the thistle
That grows beneath the brim,
She’s caught him round by his middle so small,
Tumbled him into the stream.

Sometimes he sank, sometimes he swam,
Down to the bank came he.
“Oh help me, oh help me, my pretty fair maid,
Or drowned I shall be”

“Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
Six pretty maidens you’ve drowned here.
But the seventh one has drowned thee.”

She’s mounted on her milk-white steed,
And led the dapple grey,
She rode till she came to her father’s door
An hour before it was day.

But the parrot was up in his window so high;
On hearing the lady, he did say,
“I was afraid that some ruffians had done you harm,
You’ve tarried so long before day.”

“Don’t prittle, don’t prattle, my pretty Polly,
Don’t tell no tales of me,
Your cage shall be made of the glistening gold,
And your perch of the best ivory.”

But her father was up in the bedroom so high,
Hearing the parrot, did say,
“What is the matter, my pretty Polly,
You’ve cried so long before day?”

“Oh, there came an old cat in my window high,
To take my life away,
And I was just calling my young mistress,
To scare that old pussy away.”

Emily Smith sings May Colven

False Sir John’s a-wooing gone
To a maid o’ beauty fair,
May Colven was this lady’s name,
Her faither’s only heir.

He woo’d her but, he woo’d her ben,
He woo’d her in the ha’,
Until he got this lady’s consent
To mount and ride awa.

They went doon to her faither’s bower
Where all the steeds did stand,
And he’s ta’en yin o’the best steeds there
Right frae her faither’s hands.

He’s got on and she’s got on,
As fast as they could flee,
Until they’ve come tae a lonesome part,
A rock by the side o’the sea.

Higher rose the tide and faster he did ride.

“Loup off the steed,” says false Sir John,
“Your bridal bed you see.
For it’s seeven ladies I hae drooned
And the eighth yin ye shall be.

“Cast off, cast off, May Colven,
A’and your silken gown.
For it’s o’er guid and o’er costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.”

“Weel turn ye aboot then false Sir John,
Look to the leaf o’the tree.
For it ne’er becam a gentleman
A naked woman to see.”

So he turned himself straight roon’ aboot
To look to the leaf o’ the tree,
So swift as May Colven was
She pushed him in the sea.

“O help, o help May Colven.
O help or else I’ll droon.
An’ I’ll tak ye back tae yer faither’s boo’er
And set you safe and soond.”

“Nae help, nae help o’ false Sir John,
Nae help nor pity for thee.
For it’s seeven king’s daughters ye hae drooned
And the eighth yin’ll no be me.”

So she louped onto her faither’s steed
As swift as she could flee,
And she got hame tae her faither’s bower
Afore the break o’ day.

Higher rose the tide and faster she did ride,
Higher rose the tide and faster she did ride.

Up then spak her pretty parrot,
“May Colven, whaur hae ye been?
And what’s become o’false Sir John
That woo’ed ye late yestreen?”

“O hold yer tongue my pretty bird,
Lay not the blame on me.
And yer cup shall be o’the guid red gowd
And yer cage o’ the root o’ tree.”

Up then spak the king himself
Frae the chamber whaur he lay,
“What ails thee, May Colven’s bird,
That prattles sae lang the day?”

“Well there cam a cat tae my cage door,
It nearly worried me.
And I was calling on May Colven
Tae tak the cat frae me.”

Rosie Hood sings The Outlandish Knight

An outlandish knight from the north lands came
He came a-wooing of me.
He told he’d take me to some northlands
And there he would marry me.

“Go fetch me some of your father’s gold
Some of your mother’s fee,
And two of the best of your father’s horse
Where there stand thirty and three.”

I fetched him some of my father’s gold
Some of my mother’s fee,
And two of the best of my father’s horse
Where there stood thirty and three.

I mounted on my milk white steed,
He rode the dappled grey,
We rode till they came to the water side
Six hours before it was day.

“Light off, light off thy milk-white steed
And deliver it unto me.
For six pretty maidens I’ve drowned here
And the seventh one you shall be.

“Pull off, pull off thy silken gown,
And deliver it unto me;
For it is not fitting that such gay clothing
Should rot in the salt, salt sea.

“Pull off, pull off thy silken stays,
And deliver them unto me;
For it is not fitting that such gay clothing
Should rot in the salt, salt sea.

“Pull off, pull off thy Holland smock
And deliver it unto me.
For it is not fitting that such gay clothing
Should rot in the salt, salt sea.”

“If I’m to take off my Holland smock
Pray turn your back towards me.
For it is not fitting that any young man
A naked lady should see.”

He turned his back upon me there,
To view the leaves so green.
I caught him around the middle so small
And tumbled him into the stream.

He floated high and he floated low
Till he came unto the side.
“Catch hold of my hand, my pretty fair maid,
And I will make thee my bride.”

“Lie there, lie there you false hearted man,
Lie there instead of me.
For if six pretty maidens you’ve drowned here
But the seventh one hath drowned thee.”

I mounted on my milk white steed
And led the dappled grey,
And I rode till I came to my father’s house
Three hours before it was day.

The parrot was perched high up in his cage,
And hearing me enter did say,
“What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty fair maid?
You’re stirring so long before day.”

“Don’t prittle nor prattle, my pretty parrot,
Nor tell no tales of me,
And thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold
And the door of the best ivory.”

My father being up in his chamber so high,
And hearing the parrot did say,
“What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty poll parrot,
Thou’rt talking so long before day!”

“O master, O master,” replied the old parrot,
“It’s no laughing matter!” cried he,
“For the cat has just been and caught a poor mouse,
And I’m afraid he will soon have me.”

“Well turned, well turned, my pretty poll parrot,
Well turned, well turned for me!
Now thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold
And the door of the best ivory.”

Bella Hardy sing The Seventh Girl

An outlandish knight came from the north lands
And he scarcely could leave me alone.
And he promised he take me the wide world to see,
Oh fly home lost ladies, fly home.
He said, “Come fetch to me some of your father’s bright gold,
Fetch me some of your mother’s own fee.
And come fetch me the best nags from out of your yard,
Where they stand full thirty and three.
Where they stand full thirty and three”

She’s mounted onto her silver-white horse
And he’s mounted her father’s strong grey.
And they’ve rode till they’ve come to the rocky sea shore
Three dark hours before it was day.
“Oh light off, light off your silver-white horse
And deliver yourself unto me.
For six pretty girls have I drowned right here
And the seventh girl you now shall be,
Oh the seventh girl you now shall be.

“Pull off, pull off your soft silken gown
And deliver it here unto me
For the fabric’s too fine and too costly by far
To let rot in the cold briny sea.
And pull off, pull off your good holland smock
And deliver it here unto me.
For it seems like a waste to let such clothes be lost
While the fishes they nibble at thee,
While the fishes they nibble at thee.”

“Well if I must strip down full naked and bare
Cut the thorn that grows there by the brim.
Or else it might catch in my curly gold hair
And tear my glittering skin.”
Well he’s taken his knife and he’s turned to the thorn
That grows by the salt water’ s brim,
But so speedy she’s run and she’s pushed him so hard
That she’s thrown this false young man in,
To the foam she’s fast thrown him in.

He’s tumbled up high and he’s tumbled down low
Till he’s come to the rocky sea side, crying,
“Catch hold of my hand, my pretty fair lady
And I will make you my bride.”
“Oh lie there, lie there, you false hearted man,
Make your bed in the deep briny blue.
For six pretty girls have you drowned right here
But the seventh girl has drowned you,
Oh the seventh girl has drowned you.”

Tim Eriksen sing Castle by the Sea

“Arise, arise, my lady fair,
For you my bride shall be.
And we will dwell in my sylvan bower
In a castle by the sea.

“Come bring along your marriage fee
That you can claim today,
And also bring your swiftest steed,
The milk white and the grey.”

The lady mounted her white steed,
He rode the turban grey,
They took the path by the wild sea shore
Or so I’ve heard them say.

But when they got to the castle high
It looked so black and cold,
She wished she’d stayed in Boston town
With her ten thousand pounds of gold.

“Lie down, lie down my pretty fair maid,
My bride you’ll never be!
For it’s six fair maidens I’ve drowned here
And the seventh you shall be.

“Take off, take off that scarlet robe
And lay it down by me,
For it is too rich and costly
To rot in the briny sea.”

“Oh then turn your face to the wild seashore
And your back to yonder’s tree
For it is a disgrace for any man
An unclothed woman to see.”

So he turned his face to the wild seashore
And his back to yonder’s tree.
This lady took him in her arms
And flung him into the sea.

“Lie there, lie there you false young man
And drown in the place of me!
If it’s six fair maidens you’ve drowned here,
Go keep them company.”

She mounted on her milk white steed
And led the turban grey.
She rode till she came to Boston town,
Two hours before it was day.

Acknowledgements and Links

Transcription from Martin Carthy’s singing by Garry Gillard and from Cyril Tawney’s and Norma Waterson’s singing by Roberto Campo with help from the Mudcat Café.