Filk and Folk Singers, help?

[FurryFury]

I'm looking for a song about a man who married 2-3 times for money. Each time he drowns his bride in the same body of water, could be a river, lake or the ocean.

Finally as he is disposing of another wife, the ghosts all reach up and drag him in, killing him!

Sooo, anyone know it?

*crosses fingers*

 

[Evil_Geoff]

Hey FF!

I don't know the song, but I forwarded the info to my SF group which has some filkers and folkers in it... and THEY have other lists to query...

Hopefully I will find out something for you soon!

 

[FurryFury]

Many, many thanks Evil_Geoff!

I really want to find and use that song or another one for a gig I have coming up soon. Halloween and all that has me in the mood to really push the limits!

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I found one with a close storyline Miss Fury but it's not exactly as you have described.

It's called Down in the Willow Garden.

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
It was there we went a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My true love she did not know
It was there I murdered that dear little girl
Down on the banks below

I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
It was an awful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I'd but murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely

Now he stands at his cabin door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
Gazing on his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely

 

[Yasashii_Kaze]

Here's a similar story line:

An outlandish knight came from the northlands;
And he came wooing to me;
He said he would take me to foreign lands
And he would marry me.

Go fetch me some of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags from out of the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.

She mounted upon her milkwhite steed,
And he on his dapple grey;
They rode till they came unto the seaside,
Three hours before it was day.

Light off, light on, thy milkwhite steed;
Deliver it up unto me;
For six pretty maidens I have drown'd here,
And thou the seventh shall be.

Doff off, doff off thy silken things,
Deliver them up unto me;
I think that they look too rich and too gay
To rot all in the salt sea.

If I must doff off my silken things,
Pray turn thy back unto me;
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
A naked woman should see.

And cut thou away the brimbles so sharp,
The brimbles from off the brim
That they may not tangle my curly locks,
Nor scratch my lilywhite skin.

He turned around his back to her
And bent down over the brim.
She caught him around the middle so small
And bundled him into the stream.

He dropped high, he dropped low,
Until he came to the side;
Catch hold of my hand, my fair pretty maid,
And thee I will make my bride.

Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For six pretty maidens hast thou a-drowned here
The seventh hath drown-ed thee.

She mounted on her milkwhite steed,
And led the dapple-grey;
She rode till she came to her father's house,
Three hours before it was day.

The parrot hung in the window so high,
And heard what the lady did say;
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty lady,
You've tarried so long away?

The king was up in his bed-room so high,
And heard what the parrot did say:
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty Polly,
You prattle so long before today?

It's no laughing matter, the parrot did say,
That loudly I call unto thee;
For the cat has a-got in the window so high,
I fear that she will have me.

Well turn-ed, well turned, my pretty Polly;
Well turned, well turn-ed for me;
Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
And the door of the best ivory.

 

[Evil_Geoff]

Many, many thanks Evil_Geoff!

I really want to find and use that song or another one for a gig I have coming up soon. Halloween and all that has me in the mood to really push the limits!

If you REALLY want to push limits, try "The Ball of Kirriemuir" a bawdy Scottish drinking song. Some versions claim to be traditional:
http://www.drinkingsongs.net/html/categorized-by-song/with-music/b/ball-of-kirriemuir.htm

This version has been filked up to the internet age!
http://www.turoks.net/Bordello/TheBallOfKirriemuir.htm

One version was recorded by Jim Croce! http://www.mp3lyrics.org/j/jim-croce/the/

This website has information about the tune and variations:
http://www.thesession.org/tunes/display/6716

This one has guitar chords too:
http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/bawdy-songs/000588.HTM

Enjoy! *LOLOLOL*

 

[FurryFury]

Wow! Thanks so much to all of you who contributed. I now have exactly what I needed for my program!

to all!

 

[raven2]

I'm looking for a song about a man who married 2-3 times for money. Each time he drowns his bride in the same body of water, could be a river, lake or the ocean.

Finally as he is disposing of another wife, the ghosts all reach up and drag him in, killing him!

Sooo, anyone know it?

*crosses fingers*

Hi Fury,

Long time. Sorry but I don't know the song but the description kind of intrigues and worries me.

 

[Millificent]

Not at all what you're looking for, but it's still a great tune.

Two fair maids went out for a walk
All alone and a lonely-o
They met a robber on the way
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

He took the first one by the hand
And he turned her around and he made her stand
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

Will you be a robber’s wife
Or will you die by my penknife
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

I will not be a robber’s wife
I’d rather die by your penknife
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

So then he took out his penknife
And then he took her own sweet life
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

He took the second one by the hand
And he turned her around and he made her stand
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

Will you be a robber’s wife
Or will you die by my penknife
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

I will not be a robber’s wife
Nor will I die by your penknife
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

If I had my brothers here
You would not have killed my sister dear
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

And where are your brothers pray now tell
One of them is a minister now
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

And where is the other pray now tell
He’s out a robbing like yourself
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

Oh the Lord have mercy on my soul
For I have killed my sister dear
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

So then he took out his penknife
And then he took his own sweet life
By the bonny bonny banks of the Vergi-o

 

[FurryFury]

Hi Fury,

Long time. Sorry but I don't know the song but the description kind of intrigues and worries me.

Why does it worry?

 

[FurryFury]

Nice song, thanks for sharing it, Millificent!