The Jew's Garden- Campbell (TN) 1917 Sharp B
[My title, more properly Jews's Garden. From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, I, 1934 edition; collected by Cecil J. Sharp, edited Karpeles. Comprising two hundred and seventy-four Songs and Ballads with nine hundred and sixty-eight Tunes; Including thirty-nine Tunes contributed by Olive Dame Campbell. Karpeles and Sharps notes follow.
R. Matteson 2015]
Notes; No. 31. Sir Hugh.
Texts without tunes:—Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, No. 155. C. S. Burne's Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 539. Baring-Gould's Nursery Songs and Rhymes, pp. 92 and 94. Cox's Folk Songs of the South, p. 120 (see also further references). Journal of American Folk-Lore, xix. 293 ; xxix. 164; xxxix. 108.
Texts with tunes :—M. H. Mason's Nursery Rhymes, p. 46. English County Songs, p. 86. Journal of the Folk-Song Society, i. 264. Rimbault's Musical Illustrations of Percy's Reliques, p. 46. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, xvii, tune No. 7. Scots Musical Museum, vi, No. 582. Folk Songs from Somerset, No. 68 (published also in English Folk-Songs, Selected Edition, i. 22, and One Hundred English Folk- Songs, p. 22). Newell's Games and Songs of American Children, p. 76. Reed Smith's South Carolina Ballads, p. 148. D. Scarborough's On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, pp. 53-5. Musical Quarterly, January 1916, p. 15. Journal of American Folk-Lore, xxxv. 344; xxxix, 213. Davis's Traditional Ballads of Virginia, pp. 400 and 587.
B. [The Jew's Garden] version of Sir Hugh. Sung by MR. LUTHER CAMPBELL at Bird's Creek, Sevier Co., Tenn., April 19, 1917. Pentatonic. Mode 3 (no 6th).
1. As I walked out one holiday
Some drops of rain did fall,
All the scholars in the school
Were out a-playing ball, ball,
Were out a-playing ball.
2 They tossed the ball both to and fro,
To the Jews's garden it flew;
No one was so ready to bring it out
But our little son Hugh, etc.
3 The Jews's daughter come stepping out
With apples in her hand:
Little son Hugh, come go with me
And I will give you them.
4 I cannot go, I will not go,
I cannot go at all,
For if my mother were to know
The red buds[1] she'd make fall.
5 His mother broke a birch-rod in her hand;
She walked all through the town,
Saying : If I find my little son Hugh,
O I will whip him home.
6 She walked up to the Jews's gate,
And they were all asleep,
And there she spied a great big well
Which was fifty fathoms deep.
7 Little son Hugh, O are you here,
Which I suppose you to be?
Yes, dear mother, I am here
Who stand in the need of thee.
8 Go bury my bible at my head,
My prayer-book at my feet,
If any of the scholars ask about me,
Pray tell them I'm asleep.
1. blood?