O Henery- Small (Va.) 1918 Sharp J
[My title replacing Sharp's generic title. From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, I, 1932 (Sharp/Karpeles). Notes from the 1932 edition follow. Only a single stanza was given the rest was supplied from Bronson 27, who got it from Sharp's MS.
R. Matteson 2012, 2014]
Notes from the 1932 Edition: No. 18. Young Hunting.
Texts without tunes: — Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, No. 68. Cox's Folk Songs of the South, p. 42 (see also further references). Journal of American Folk-Lore, XX. 252.
Texts with tunes: — Child, v. 416. Reed Smith's South Carolina Ballads, p. 107. Journal of American Folk-Lore, xviii. 295 (tune only); XXX. 289. British Ballads from Maine, p. 122. Davis's Traditional Ballads of Virginia, pp. 182 and 566. Sandburg's American Songbag, p. 64. Compare And you shall have the cheers of the cheer cold girl' of D. 4 with 'Ye shall hae cheer, an charcoal clear' in Child's version K 4. Tune H, with text of version G, is published with pianoforte accompaniment in Folk Songs of English Origin, 1st Series.
O Henery[1]- Small (Va.) 1918 Sharp J
1. Last Friday night Lady Margaret she lie,
A-sleeping very sad.
She heard a sound of a bugle horn,
Which made her heart very glad.
2. She thought it were her brother John
Returning from his king,
Although it were her Henery,
Returning from his wild hunting.
2. She thought it were her brother John
Returning from his king,
Although it were her Henery
Returning from his wild hunting.
3 Get down, get down, O Henery,
And stay all night with me,
And the very best of lodging I have here,
I'll give it all to thee.
4. I shan't get down, I won't get down
And stay all night with thee,
For I've a lady in the merry green land
I love far better than thee.
5. I wish I had my string and bow,
And my arrow too.
I'd pierce it to Your heart so free
That you'd be seen no more.
6 Then up spoke a little par-ri-ot
That sits on yonder tree;
How can you murder your own true love
That you and I have seen.
7. Come down, come down, little par-ri-ot,
And set on my right knee.
I'll buy you a cage of yellow gold
And hang it on yonder tree.
8. I shan't come down, I won't come down
And set on your right knee,
For the sooner you'd murder your own true love,
The sooner you'd murder me.
1. O probably Lo' or Lord