Uylen'Session n°:15 / Emission du Lundi 5 Avril 2021
Vous avez entendu des extraits de ces versions :
1. par Norman Blake, guitariste chanteur de Georgie (USA) - 1991 (Just Gimme Something I'm Used to)
2. par Jean Ritchie, chanteuse/joueuse de dulcimer des Appalaches - 1960
3. par Doc Watson, guitariste chanteur de caroline du Nord (USA) - 1966 (Home Again !)
4. par Martin Carthy, guitariste chanteur anglais - 1969 (avec Dave Swarbrick - Prince Heathen)
5. par Christy Moore, guitariste chanteur irlandais - 1976 (Christy Moore)
6. par Planxty, chanté par Christy Moore - 1980 (The Woman I Loved so Well)
Et en entier :
7. par Nic Jones, guitariste chanteur anglais - 1970 (Ballads and Songs)
Pour en savoir davantage :
Des tas d'autres versions listées ici :
Version pour chœur masculin - Benjamin Britten, 1943 :
Texte de la version de Nic Jones :
Little Musgrave
As it fell out upon a day as many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fair ladies there
And some came down in red velvet and some came down in pall
And the last to come down was lady Barnard the fairest of them all
And she's cast a look on the little Musgrave as bright as the summer sun
And then bethought this little Musgrave this lady's heart I've won
Good day good day you handsome youth, God make you safe and free
What woud you give this day Musgrave to lie one night with me
I dare not for my lands lady, I dare not for my life
For the ring on your white finger shows you are Lord Barnard's wife
Lord Barnard's to the hunting gone and I hope he'll never return
And you shall sleep into his bed and keep his lady warm
There's nothing for to fear Musgrave, you nothing have to fear
I'll set a page outside the gate to watch till morning clear
And woe be to the little footpage, and an ill death may he die
For he's away to the green wood as fast as he could fly
And when he came to the wide water he fell on his belly and swam
And when he came to the other side he took to his heels and ran
And when he came to the green wood, 'twas dark as dark can be
And he found lord Barnard and his men asleep beneath the trees
Rise up rise up master he said rise up and speak to me
Your wife's in bed with the little Musgrave rise up rise speedily
If this be true you tell to me then gold shall be your fee
And if it be false you tell to me then hanged you shall be
Go saddle me the black he said go saddle me the grey
And sound you not the horn said he lest our coming it would betray
Now there was a man on Lord Barnard's train who loved the little Musgrave
And he blew his horn both loud and shrill, 'Away, Musgrave, away !'
Oh I think I hear the morning cock I think I hear the jay
I think I hear Lord Barnard's horn, 'Away, Musgrave, away !'
Oh lie still lie still little Musgrave and keep me from the cold
It's nothing but a shepherd boy driving his flock to the fold
Is not your hawk upon its perch your steed is eating hay
And you've a gay lady in your arms and yet you would away
So he's turned him right and round about and he fell fast asleep
And when he woke Lord Barnard's men were standing at his feet
And how do you like my bed Musgrave, and how do you like my sheets
And how do you like my fair lady that lies in your arms asleep
Oh it's well I like your bed he said it's well I like your sheets
And better I like your fair lady that lies in my arms asleep
Well get up, get up, young man, he said, get up as swift as you can
For it will never be said in my country I slew an unarmed man
I have two swords in one scabbard full dear they cost me a purse
And you shall have the best of them and I shall have the worse
And so slowly so slowly he rose up and slowly he put on
And slowly down the stairs he goes and thinking to be slain
The first stroke little Musgrave took it was both deep and sore
And down he fell at Barnard's feet and word he never spoke more
And how do you like his cheeks lady and how do you like his chin
And how do you like his fair body now there's no life within
It's well I like his cheek she said and well I like his chin
And better I like his fair body than all your kith and kin
And he's taken up his long long sword to strike a mortal blow
And further and further in the lady's heart the cold steel it did go
As it fell out upon a day as many in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fair ladies there
