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Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 4, Issue 17, Page 11

Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 4, Issue 17, Page 11
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Irish Folk Song Society
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Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society
volume Number
4
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1819Ill neer forget you whereer I wander,In dreams Ill stray on the Shamrcek Shore;On all your beauties Ill fondly ponder,And pray I may tread your soil once more.And should Dame Fortunes kind smiles attend me,Ill wait impatiently the happy dayThat oer the ocean once more will send meTo Erinback from Amerikay.This air was sent to me by Mr. Henry Donnelly, an Irishman from Armagh,now residing in Glasgow, who wrote it from memory. It is an excellent setting ofYoughal Harbour (see my Old Irish Folk Music and Softs, pp. 233 and 340),which I am glad to give here as being the Ulster version of this beautiful air.P. w. ,T.10. the Sailor Boy.5 Oh I your love Willie, Im sorry to say,Has just been drownded the other day.On yon grcen island, as we passed by,Twas there we laid your poor sailor boy.6 Oh I father, make my grave both wide and deep,With a fine tombstone at my head and feet,And in the centre a turtle.dove, -That the world may know I died of love.Mr. Cohn OLochlainn, of Dublin, who gave me this song, learned it from achauffeur, named Warner, a few years ago in County Antrim. I have also seen thewords on a ballad-sheet, with these three additional versesAt every letter she shed a tear,And at every line she cried, Willie, dear.Dress twelve captains all in black,And twelve seamen all much alike,The cabin-boy on the mainmast high,To mourn the loss of my sailor boy.The ballad is probably not of Irish origin; but it appears to have quickly becomenaturalised in this country, and there is an unmistakably Irish ring about some of theverses printed here. Irish versions of the air appear in the Petrie Collection (No.765) and in Moffatts Minstrelsy of Ireland (p. 248). There are several Englishversions of both air and words, among which may be mentioned the Folk Song,Tournal (Vol. I., p. 99; Vol. IL, p. 293; and Vol. IV, p. 133), also Christi&sTraditional BallwI Airs (Vol. I.). ?- J. 0s.She wrung her hands and she tore her hair,rust like a maiden in deep despair.Her little boat against a rock did run,Saying, What will I do, and my Willie gone?She called for pen and ink, and paper, too,That she might write her last adieu;2 Oh! father, father, give me a boatOut on the ocean, that I may floatTo watch the big ships as they pass by,That I might enquire for my sailor boy.4 What sort of a boy is your Willie fair,And what sort of a suit does your Willie wear?B She was not long out upon the deepWhen a man-of-war vessel she chanced to meet,Saying, Captain, captain, now tell me true,If my love Willie is on board with you.He wears a suit of the Boyal blue,And youU aisy know him for his heart is true L 0 .., Ll 0 LL y & t
issue Number
17
page Number
11
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[Periodical]
issue Publication Date
1967-01-01T00:00:00
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anonymous,guest,friend,member

Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 4, Issue 17

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