Six Kings Daughters- (KY) Wyman
[Clearly this is an assigned title by Wyman since "kings' daughters" is not part of the text. From Loraine Wyman and Howard Brockway, "Lonesome Tunes", 1916, pp. 82-87. Sung in Letcher and Estill Counties, Ky. This version with piano accompaniment may be viewed online at Google Books.
R. Matteson 2011]
SIX KINGS DAUGHTERS- Loraine Wyman and Howard Brockway 1916
"Get up, get up, pretty Polly," he says
"And go along with me,
I'll take you away to New Scotland
And there we'll marry and stay."
She stole fifty pounds of her father's gold
And besides her mother's fee
And two of the horses in the stall
Where there were thirty and three.
She bound herself on the bonny, bonny black
And him on the tabbit [1] bay,
They rode 'til they came to the high sea-side
One hour before it was day.
"Light down, light down, pretty Polly," he says,
"Light down, light down with me,
This is the place I've drowned six
And you the seventh shall be."
"Pull off, pull off, that costly gown
And lay it by yonders tree
It never shall be said such costly wear
Shall rot in the salt water sea."
"O turn yourself all around and about
Your face toward the sea,
It never shall be said such a rascal as you
A naked lady for to see."
He turned himself all around and about
And his face toward the sea
And with her little white tender arms
She shoved him into the sea.
"Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man
Lie there instead of me,
If this be the place you drowned six
The seventh you shall be."
She bound herself on the bonny, bonny black
And she led the tabbit bay,
She rode 'til she came to her father's house
One hour before it was day.
Up speaks, up speaks that pretty parrot bird
In her cage where she be,
"What's the matter, what's the matter with my pretty Polly
She's up so long before day."
"Hush up, hush up, pretty parrot bird,
Tell none of your tales on me;
Your cage shall be made of the yellow beaten gold
And your doors of ivory."
"What's the matter what's the matter pretty Polly" he said
"What's the matter what's the matter with thee?
I thought you had gone to New Scotland
And there for to marry and stay."
1. dappled; sung also "dapple." It's likely both words are wrong and it's "dapple grey."
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Bronson No. 109 [ABCNotation.com]
T:Six Kings Daughters
T:Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight
C:Trad
B:Bronson
O:Loraine Wyman and Howard Brockway, "Lonesome Tunes", [I9I6], pp. 82-87. Sung
O:in Letcher and Estill Counties, Ky.
M:3/4
L:1/8
K:Gmix % Pentatonic ( -4 -7) Lydian/Ionian/Mixolydian [Pi 1]
G AB | d3 d/d/ B/B/ A | G2 > G2 AB |
w:"Get up, get up, pret-ty Pol-ly," he says And go a-
[M:2/4] d2 > B2 | A2 z B, | DE/E/ GG | A/B/A G B |
w:long with me, I'll take you a-way to New* Scot-land And
AA G/G/E | DE G B | A/B/A G/G/E | D2-D |]
w:there we'll mar-ry and stay.__ And there* we'll mar-ry and stay.
W:
W:"Get up, get up, pretty Polly," he says
W:"And go along with me,
W:I'll take you away to New Scotland
W:And there we'll marry and stay."
W:
W:She stole fifty pounds of her father's gold
W:And besides her mother's fee
W:And two of the horses in the stall
W:Where there were thirty and three.
W:
W:She bound herself on the bonny, bonny black
W:And him on the tabbit bay,
W:They rode 'til they came to the high sea-side
W:One hour before it was day.
W:
W:"Light down, light down, pretty Polly," he says,
W:"Light down, light down with me,
W:This is the place I've drowned six
W:And you the seventh shall be."
W:
W:"Pull off, pull off, that costly gown
W:And lay it by yonders tree
W:It never shall be said such costly wear
W:Shall rot in the salt water sea."
W:
W:"O turn yourself all around and about
W:Your face toward the sea,
W:It never shall be said such a rascal as you
W:A naked lady for to see."
W:
W:He turned himself all around and about
W:And his face toward the sea
W:And with her little white tender arms
W:She shoved him into the sea.
W:
W:"Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man
W:Lie there instead of me,
W:If this be the place you drowned six
W:The seventh you shall be."
W:
W:She bound herself on the bonny, bonny black
W:And she led the tabbit bay,
W:She rode 'til she came to her father's house
W:One hour before it was day.
W:
W:Up speaks, up speaks that pretty parrot bird
W:In her cagc where she be,
W:"What's the matter, what's the matter with my pretty Polly
W:She's up so long before day."
W:
W:"Hush up, hush up, pretty parrot bird,
W:Tell none of your tales on me;
W:Your cage shall be made of the yellow beaten gold
W:And your doors of ivory."
W:
W:"What's the matter what's the matter pretty Polly" he said
W:"What's the matter what's the matter with thee?
W:I thought you had gone to New Scotland
W:And there for to marry and stay."