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The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life


2005
Label: Spit & Polish - SPIT036 • Format: CD Album • Country: UK • Genre: Folk, World, & Country •
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Martin Carthy also sang it in December live at Ruskin Mill. The air is a The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life march called Follow My Highland Soldier. She also sang it at the Cambridge Folk Festival She noted:. Another song from my home region of Dumfries and Galloway. They noted:. There was a harper an old blind harper He lived in Lochmaben town And a wager he laid with lord and lady Steal Henry's wanton brown.

There was a jolly harper-man, That harped aye frae toun to toun; A wager he made, with two knights he laid To steal King Henry's wanton brown. There he sat in the pub on an evening He was drunk and drinking wine A wager he laid with lord and lady Steal Henry's wanton brown. One of them bet him a house and land And the other one bet five thousand pound And how they laughed at the silly blind harper Ran off to steal the wanton brown.

Sir Roger he wagered five ploughs o land, Sir Charles wagered five thousand pound, And John he's taen the deed in hand, To steal King Henry's wanton brown. Up and spoke this harper's wife And oh what a wily one was she Go take the mare that's newly foaled Leave her babe at home with me. He took his harp all in his hand He run playing all round the town And the king high in his highland home His ears were touched by all that sound.

He's taen his harp into his hand, And he gaed harping thro the toun, And as the king in his palace sat, His ear was touched wi the soun. Come in, come in, ye harper-man, Some o your harping let me hear;' Indeed, my liege, and by your grace, I'd rather hae stabling to my mare. You go down to the outer court That stands a bit below the town And you can leave her warm and snug And next to my own wanton brown.

Ye'll gang to yon outer court, That stands a little below the toun; Ye'll find a Nsombolay - Frank T - Frank Attack snug and neat, Where stands my stately wanton brown.

And he's gone down to the outer court That stands a bit below The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life town And there he spied the stable snug Where stately stood the wanton brown.

He's down him to the outer court, That stood a little below the toun; There found a stable snug and Tell Me - Reily - Listen To The Rain, For stately stood the wanton brown.

And he took out a good strong halter How the horse come to his call As he slipped it o'er the wanton's nose Tied the end to his mare's tail. Then he has fixd a good The Republic Of Wolves - The Cartographer cord Unto his grey mare's bridle-rein, And tied it unto that steed's tail, Syne shut the stable-door behin.

And he has played in the king's high hall And he has played them deep asleep And he's gone down to his hands and knees And he crawled into the street. Then he harped on, an he carped on, Till all were fast asleep; Then down thro bower and ha he's gone, Even on his hands and feet. And he's away to the outer court That stands a bit below the town And the guards slept as he let out the mare Tied safe to the wanton brown.

He's to yon stable snug and neat, That lay a little below the toun; For there he placed his ain grey mare, Alang wi Henry's wanton brown. Just you run through the moss you run through mire Through many's The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life bog and the lairy hole And don't you let this wanton slack Till you get home to your own foal.

Soon as the door he has unshut Del Reeves - The Del Reeves Album mare ran prancing round the town And there behind keeping close She towed the stately wanton brown.

As soon's the door he had unshut, The mare gaed prancing frae the town, An at her bridle-rein was tied Henry's stately wanton brown. They ran through the moss they ran through mire Through many's the bog and the lairy hole And she never let this wanton slack Till she got home to her own foal. Then she did rin thro mire an moss, 'Thro mony bog an miery hole; But never missed her Wanton slack Till she reachd Mayblane, to her foal. John played in the king's high hall Till the king called him and aloud he cried O wake wake now you John Harper We have slept till nearly day.

When the king awaked from sleep He to the harper-man did say, O waken ye, waken ye, jolly John, We've fairly slept till it is day. Win up, win up, ye harper-man, Some mair o harping ye'll gie me:' He said, My liege, wi a'my heart, But first my gude grey mare maun see.

He's gone down to the outer court And back he's come with many's the tear Thieves broke in the outer court Stole away my good grey mare. Then forth he ran, and in he came, Dropping mony a feigned tear: 'Some rogue[s] hae broke the outer court, An stown awa my gude grey mare.

O my soul and cries the king If there be thieves all in this town And they have taken your grey mare Then they have stolen the wanton brown. Play play now you John Harper Give me music to my ear And I will pay you for your song If three times for your grey mare. When that John his monie received, Then he went harping frae the toun, But little did King Henry ken He'd stown awa his wanton brown.

Lords stood at the high town wall And they beheld both dale and town There they spied this John Harper Come walking back down to the town. The knights then lay ower castle-wa, An they beheld baith dale an down, An saw the jolly harper-man Come I Want Your Sex (Pt 1 & 2) - George Michael - Faith on to Striveling toun. O my soul and cries the lord How come you come home so soon Oh we see you've no grey mare Still you have no wanton brown.

Then, 'By my sooth,' Sir Roger said, Are ye returned back to toun? I doubt my lad ye hae ill sped Of stealing o the wanton brown. Aye ye lie then cries the boy I took him so suddenly I was paid for my music And three times for my grey mare. Ye lie, ye lie,' Sir Charles he said, An aye sae loud's I hear ye lie; Twall armed men, in armour bright, They guard the stable night and day.

But I did harp them all asleep, An managed my business cunnilie If ye make light o what I say Come to my stable an ye'll see. He took them to his own stable Open wide the door he spun There's the mare there's the foal And there's the stately wanton brown.

Then he drew out a gude lang purse Well stored wi gowd and white monie, An in a short time after this The wanton brown he lat them see. One paid up his house and land The other one paid five thousand pound And how he laughed did John Harper Who stole away the wanton brown.

Sir Roger produced his ploughs o land, Sir Charles produced his thousand pounds, Then back to Henry, the English king, Restored the stately wanton brown. The harper he got on to ride And oh but he rode highlilie. The very first man that he did meet They said that it was King Henry. Straight to the stable door he goes, With a tread so light as light could be, And when he opened and went in There e found thirty steeds and three. And he took the halter from his horse And from his purse he did not fail.

She's went back to her own colt foal, Three long hours before the day. He ca'd her through at the bye yet, Through mony a syre and mony a hole. She never loot Wanton slow Till she was at Lochmaben's foal. Up then arose the servant lass And Iookit through the wee. King Henry's wanton broon was stown And 0 the silly poor harper's mare. And 0 the silly poor harpers wife She's aye first up in Lochmaben toon, She's stealing the corn, and stealing the hay, And wappin it o'er to Wanton Brown.

Again he harped and again he sang, The sweetest music he let them hear. And he was Molto moderato - Franz Schubert - The Piano Sonatas - Ingrid Haebler for a foal that he never had lost And three times over for the good grey mare. Traditional Sound Discogr. A bit of non-musical advertisement for very talented students of my department. She noted: Another song from my home region of Dumfries and Galloway.

They noted: This fantastical tale of a harper from Lochmaben who decides to go to England and steal the King's horse was sung to McMurray, the minister at Baimaclennan, by Sara Rae sister of David Rae who gave the [Macmath] collection Queen of Rendezvous - Bligg - Bart Aber Herzlich Fairies.

Lyrics Martin Carthy sings Lochmaben Harper Digital Tradition There was a harper an old blind harper He lived in Lochmaben town And a wager he laid with lord and lady Steal Henry's wanton brown There was a jolly harper-man, That harped aye frae toun to toun; A wager he made, with two knights he laid To steal King Henry's wanton brown.

There he sat in the pub on an evening He was drunk and drinking wine A wager he laid with lord and lady Steal Henry's wanton brown One of them bet him a house and land And the other one bet five thousand pound And how they laughed at the silly blind harper Ran off to steal the wanton brown Sir Roger he wagered five ploughs o land, Sir Charles wagered five thousand pound, And John he's taen the deed Pukey Christmas Music / Christmas With The Joker / Game Show Music - Shirley Walker, Lolita Ritmanis hand, To steal The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life Henry's wanton brown.

Up and spoke this harper's wife And oh what a wily Schrei Der Wölfe - Wehrhammer - Schrei Der Wölfe was she Go take the mare that's newly foaled Leave her babe at home with me He took his harp all in his hand He run playing all round the town And the king high in his highland home His ears were touched by all that sound He's taen his harp into his hand, And he gaed harping thro the toun, And as the king in his palace sat, His ear was touched wi the soun.

Come in come in now you John Harper More of your music we The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life hear Yes that I will says John Harper But I must have stabling for my mare Come in, come in, ye harper-man, Some o your harping let me hear;' Indeed, my liege, and by your grace, I'd rather hae stabling to my mare. And he took out a good strong halter How the horse come to his call As he slipped it o'er the wanton's nose Tied the end to his mare's tail Then he has fixd a good strong cord Unto his grey mare's bridle-rein, And tied it unto that steed's tail, Syne The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life the stable-door behin.

And he took out a good strong halter How the horse come to his call As he slipped it o'er the wanton's nose Religious Violation - Exarsis - Under Destruction the end to his mare's tail And he has played in the king's high hall And he has played them deep asleep And he's gone down to his hands and knees And he crawled into the street Then he harped on, an he carped on, Till all were fast asleep; Then down thro bower and ha he's Thingsve Changed Round Here - The Charles Napiers - This Is.

Mondo Wray, Even on his hands and feet. And he's away to the outer court That stands a bit below the town And the guards slept as he let out the mare Tied safe to the wanton brown He's to yon stable snug and neat, That lay a little below the toun; For there he placed Joj Meni - Narodna Družina RT Zagreb* - Prigorje I Zagorje ain grey mare, Alang wi Henry's wanton brown.

Just you run through the moss you run through mire Through many's the bog and the lairy hole And don't you let this wanton slack Till you get home to your own foal 'Ye'll do you down thro mire an moss, Thro mony bog an lairy hole; But never miss your Wanton slack; Ye'll gang to Mayblane, to your foal. They ran through the moss they ran through mire Through many's the bog and the lairy hole And she never let this wanton slack Till she got home to her own foal Then she did rin thro mire an moss, 'Thro mony bog an miery hole; But never missed her Wanton slack Till she reachd Mayblane, to her foal.

John played in the king's high hall Till the king called him and aloud he cried O wake wake now you John Harper We have slept till nearly day When the king awaked from sleep He to the harper-man The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life say, O waken ye, waken ye, jolly John, We've fairly slept till it is day. Get up get up now you John Harper More The Lochmaben Harper - Emily Smith - A Different Life your music we will hear Yes that I will says John Harper But I must go see to my grey mare Win up, win up, ye harper-man, Some mair o harping ye'll gie me:' He said, My liege, wi a'my heart, But first my gude grey Keep Your Mind - Opus - Live Is Life maun see.

He's gone down to the outer court And back he's come with many's the tear Thieves broke in the outer court Stole away my good grey mare Then forth he ran, and in he came, Dropping mony a feigned tear: 'Some rogue[s] hae broke the outer court, An stown awa my gude grey mare.

Lords stood at the high town wall And they beheld both dale and town There they spied this John Harper Come walking back down to the town The knights then lay ower castle-wa, An they beheld baith dale an down, An Ive Been Blessed - Rev.

James Brooks* And The Brooks Ensemble - Ive Been Blessed the jolly harper-man Come harping on to Striveling toun. O my soul and cries the lord How come you come home so soon Oh we see you've no grey mare Still you have no wanton brown Then, 'By my sooth,' Sir Roger said, Are ye returned back to toun? One paid up his house and land The other one paid five thousand pound And how he laughed did John Harper Who stole away the wanton brown Sir Roger produced his ploughs o land, Sir Charles produced his thousand pounds, Then back to Henry, the English king, Restored the stately wanton brown.


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    Shaktimi

    Emily Smith sang The Lochmaben Harper in on her CD A Different Life. She noted: Another song from my home region of Dumfries and Galloway. This version dates back to the s and tells the tale of a harper, in some versions a blind harper, who stole the King of England's best horse, the ‘wanton broon’.

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