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Week 49: Queen among the heather, Now westlin winds, Old Molly Metcalfe

Three unaccompanied songs this week, just for a change, all of them on a moorland theme.

Queen among the heather is a slightly romanticised account of a socially awkward encounter on the Scottish moors; a popular theme, to judge from the number of variants that exist.

Now westlin winds is one of Robert Burns’s most beautiful poems (a.k.a. “Song composed in August”); all about love and nature and bloodsports (he’s in favour of two of these).

Jake Thackray’s Old Molly Metcalfe is about someone else you might meet on the moors; her story doesn’t end well.

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Week 48: Brigg Fair, General Wolfe, The green cockade

I completed this week’s recordings on the 5th of August; the lead song could only be Brigg Fair. It’s sung here with a bit of contemporary ambient sound and a brief excerpt from an everyday story of country folk.

General Wolfe is a song I already knew, but fell in love all over again on hearing Jo Freya’s Traditional Songs of England (reviewed here). Accompaniment is mainly concertina drones.

The green cockade is a Cornish version of a widespread enlistment song (other colours of cockade are available). Concertina chords this time, and more thanks to Jo Freya.

As well as concertina, all three of these songs feature recorder: specifically, a maple Moeck recorder which I acquired recently. It’s a ‘school’ model, so not a high-end instrument, but it’s got a lovely tone; it’s entirely displaced my old Aulos and is well on the way to supplanting my Tony Dixon D whistle. My “concertina and recorder” period begins!

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Week 47: The poor murdered woman, The scarecrow

Continuing the cheery, life-affirming mood so characteristic of folk songs, here are two songs about dead bodies.

The poor murdered woman is a straightforward account of a true story, bizarrely characterised by Martin Carthy as a ‘non-event’. It’s true that there isn’t much in the way of plot, but I’d still call it an event.

The scarecrow is one of Lal Waterson’s strangest and darkest songs, which is saying something. Lal and Mike, I should say – Mike (who sang it on Bright Phoebus) added the third verse to Lal’s first two, turning a painfully morbid near-hallucination into a song.

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Week 46: The holland handkerchief, The lady gay

Week 46 and we’re into the home stretch: the Red album which will bring 52fs to a close.

After the Violet album (starting up) and Indigo (getting going), we’ve had Blue (Child ballads), white (winter songs), Green (love songs – nobody dies), Yellow (war songs – everyone dies) and Orange (Kipling/Bellamy). The theme for this set of songs is simpler: these are songs I like too much to leave out.

We begin with two songs about ghostly – but curiously substantial – apparitions. The holland handkerchief is a strange and wonderful song with a heartbreaking story. It may be the only Child ballad with a punchline.

The lady gay is an American variant of The wife of Usher’s Well; this text comes from a performance by Peter Blegvad.

Both songs are sung with English concertina, recorded separately (and later). Ukulele next week, with any luck.

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Extras: The crow on the cradle, Whitsun Dance

52 Folk Songs: Yellow has just been made available for download; more of that later.

For now, here are the two album-only bonus tracks. The songs on the Yellow album were distinctive by their focus on violence – nobody died for the entire length of the Green album, and something had to give. Most of the Yellow songs are about conscription and war, and these two extras are no exception.

The crow on the cradle is the second song by Sydney Carter I’ve featured here. He was a passionate writer, and this song is particularly full-on. It’s an attack on the eternal spirit of negativity and destruction that fuels war – and, I think, on something else as well; you can’t listen to this song all the way through and feel comfortable that you’re one of the good guys. In the immortal words of John and Yoko, “War is over if you want it” – I think Carter would have agreed with both halves of that statement.

The melody is mine; I saw this song in printed form when I was about 11, and as I couldn’t read music I made up this tune. It’s in E minor, with a bit of E Dorian; the nagging concertina figure that seems to evoke the crow is an Em7 arpeggio.

Whitsun Dance probably requires no introduction – it’s the contemporary song with which Shirley Collins closed the Anthems in Eden suite, words written by her then partner Austin John Marshall to the tune of the False Bride.

I think there’s a bit more to it than meets the eye. The mood of the song shifts as it goes through, becoming quite brutally dark in verses 3 and 4, with only an equivocal resolution in the last verse: peace has returned but the young men have been killed, the world’s moved on and everyone’s forgotten. A more sentimental writer would have spelt this out and given the audience a bit of release – I don’t know, you could write something like

And year after year their numbers grow fewer
Some Whitsun no one will dance there at all

(Scansion needs work.) Instead Marshall went straight ahead to a superficially positive conclusion, which by this stage sounds very bittersweet: “And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun”. Then, before we’ve had the chance to draw breath or dab a tear, we’re off into the compulsory jollification of Staines Morris.

It’s a dark, bitter song, all the more so for its sunny surface. I’ve recorded it with different combinations of instruments – recorder/zither, zither/drums, drums/concertina – over a flute drone, and I think I’ve unlocked some of the anger that’s lurking in there.

You can listen to the songs here, or download them as part of the Yellow album.

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Week 45: Dogger Bank, Poor honest men, Big steamers

Three more maritime songs to round off the penultimate album.

Dogger Bank is a traditional song that escaped from the music-hall and went native. It’s rapid-fire nautical nonsense, with no real artistic merits except that it sounds good and it’s fun to sing. Which isn’t nothing.

And two more Kiplings. Poor honest men is a kind of rhetorical exercise in pushing irony until it snaps. It’s accompanied here on concertina and drums.

Big steamers is a Young Person’s Guide to British Imperialism, starting from the question of where your bread and butter come from; you could write something similar these days and call it Food Miles.

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Week 44: The trees they do grow high, Follow me ‘ome, Ford o’ Kabul River

The original idea for this selection of songs was to do Ford o’ Kabul River together with a traditional song about somebody drowning in mid-stream. But I couldn’t find a traditional song I liked, so I decided to do Follow me ‘ome together with a traditional song about somebody lamenting the loss of a close friend. Then I couldn’t find one of those either – apart from the ‘poacher’ songs of which Bill Brown is an example – so I decided to group these two together as songs of bereavement, with “Trees” as the obvious traditional candidate. And here we are.

The trees they do grow high is one of my favourite songs, traditional or otherwise. There are at least four distinct versions that I know of; I think this is the best.

Follow me ‘ome, a Kipling poem with a Bellamy setting, is about bereavement within a male – and presumptively non-sexual – friendship. It’s still bereavement, though. Accompanied here on English concertina.

Ford o’ Kabul River is another Kipling/Bellamy and has similar subject matter. It’s set during the Second Afghan War (1878-80); I wonder what number we’re up to now. Accompanied on vocals and squelchy percussion.

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Week 43: Come down you bunch of roses, Anchor song, Roll down

We’re staying nautical this week, and featuring an original composition by Peter Bellamy as well as one of his settings of Kipling.

Come down you bunch of roses is the shanty which is now much better known as “Blood red roses”. Thanks to Gibb Schreffler for some excellent textual archaeology on this one. Sung in two-part harmony, accompanied by percussive domestic noise.

Anchor song is a two-minute barrage of sailor-speak from Kipling, very ably set to music by Bellamy. Not easy to understand – and not at all easy to learn – but surprisingly exhilarating.

Roll down is one of Bellamy’s chameleon-like impressions of traditional song from the Transports, this one in the form of a shanty. Voices only, but lots of them.

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Week 42: Rounding the Horn, Frankie’s Trade, Roll down to Rio

Week 42’s songs were delayed owing to football; watching a nil-nil draw settled on penalties after two full hours of play somehow seemed like a much better idea than putting the finishing touches to this week’s songs. I don’t know what I was thinking of; it won’t happen again.

There are three thematically-linked songs this week, one traditional and two by Kipling and Bellamy; they’re all sea songs, and they all focus on South America in particular.

Rounding the Horn – a.k.a. The gallant frigate Amphitrite – makes rounding the Horn sound like a thoroughly good idea, as long as you don’t get lost on the way. Accompaniment: drums, recorder, English concertina.

Frankie’s trade is Bellamy’s take on Kipling in praise of Francis Drake, and by extension in praise of English seamanship and England in general. The idea seems to be that Drake could never have been the seaman he was if he hadn’t cut his teeth as a marauder across the cold North Sea. I defy anyone not to get a bit patriotic towards the end.

Roll down to Rio, lastly, is a jokey, dreamy little poem from the Just-So Stories, accompanied here on English concertina.

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Week 41: Earl Richard, Sir Richard’s song

We continue the Kipling-and-others theme with two songs about Richards.

Earl Richard is more widely known as Young Hunting, although the eponymous character has several different names in the source (Child 68). The plot is both familiar (love and death) and very strange. The accompaniment is mostly drones of various origins.

Sir Richard’s song is another of Kipling’s hymns to England, this one spoken by a Norman knight who had fallen in love with the country after falling in love with an English woman. (Sexual love first, then love of country.) The tune, the arrangement and the delivery are very largely taken from Peter Bellamy, who liked this song enough to record it twice; it’s on both Oak, Ash and Thorn and Keep on Kipling. As far as I’m aware he never played zither, though.

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