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Marrow Bones: English Folk Songs from the Hammond and Gardiner Manuscripts

An S-O-N-G: supplementary material

In the notes, we refer to the text printed in Alfred Moffat and Frank Kidson, English Songs of the Georgian Period (London and Glasgow: Bayley and Ferguson, c.1911, page 136). Here it is in full: click on the staff notation for a midi rendition.


Timothy: staff notation and link to midi rendition
As I was a walking one morning in May
I heard a young damsel to sigh and to say
My true love has left me, 'twas but yesterday
He took his leave of me and so went away.
The very last time that I did him see
He vowed he'd be constant, be constant to me
I asked him his name and he made this reply
'Tis T-I-M-O-T-H-Y.

My father's possessed of nine hundred a year
And I am his daughter and only heir
No farthing of fortune he'll give me I fear
If I marry Y-O-U, my dear.
Says he, If you'll wed me pray tell me your mind
A husband I'll make you both loving and kind
And now to the church, my dear, let us repair
Ne'er mind your F-A-T-H-E-R.

They went to the church and were married, they say
And went to the father the very same day
Saying honest father, we tell unto thee
That we are M-A-R-R-I-E-D.
With that the old codger began for to stare
You've married my daughter and only heir
But since it is so, to it I will comply
With T-I-M-O-T-H-Y.

We also refer to a text in Sabine Baring-Gould, Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes (London: Methuen 1895, number XIV):


Among the Green Hay

As I was a-walking one morning in spring
'Twas down in the meadows to hear the birds sing
My true love he met that very same day
'Twas down in the meadows among the green hay.
What makes you, my dearest, this morning to mourn?
I wish to my heart you were not so forlorn.
Do you think that your jewel you'd e'er find more shy
Than T.I.M.O.T.H.Y?

My father he's worth ten thousand or more
And I am his daughter, and his only heir.
Not a farthing of fortune he'd give me, I fear
If I were to marry Y.O.U, my dear.
O as for your fortune, my dear, I don't mind
I'll make you a husband both loving and kind.
Your hand put in mine, Miss, if you are inclined
And Cupid shall U.S. in harmony bind.

So then to the church they both hasted away
And home to her father the very same day
Saying, Honoured father, I tell unto thee
I am M.A.R.R.I.E.D.
So then the old man he greatly did stare
What! married, my daughter! my love, and my care!
Saying, If it be so—then I have a new son
And to him I say W.E.L.C.U.M. (sic)

'This is an old nursery song that I have had from an old lady in Devon, who heard it from her grandmother. She forgot two of the verses, but Miss L. E. Broadwood has kindly supplied me with them from a Hampshire singer.'