New album ‘Swan Songs’

Swan Songs

Album cover

1. Ten Percent Blues 03:42
2. The Road 03:34
3. Marking Time 01:38
4. This Guitar Just Plays The Blues 02:49
5. The Last Musketeer 02:31
6. Orpheus with his Loot 02:27
7. What Do I Do (About You) 02:05
8. Rain 03:43
9. Paper City 05:46
10. Snowbird 04:44
11. Swift Variations 02:11
12. The Wild Swans at Coole 06:17
13. Cornish Ghosts 03:49
14. Hilltop Snapshots 03:38
15. The Road to Frenchman’s Creek 02:52
16. Song of Chivalry 03:58

In early 2023 an awkward medical condition brought it home to me that perhaps it was time to draw a line under any pretensions I have to live performance, so my appearance at the Lafrowda festival in St. Just on the 15th July marked a semi-official farewell to the live stage, not that I’ve played publicly much in recent years anyway. This album is drawn from the set list for that appearance, so it takes the form (mostly) of reinterpretations of familiar (to me, anyway) material rather than new songs.

I can’t promise that I’ll never be inflicted upon a live audience again (sorry!), and I’m certainly not promising that I’ll never record or write anything else, but this is, I suppose, an end to any thoughts I had of resuming my career as a professional musician when I retired from the IT industry in 2019.

Lyrics to ‘Marking Time’ by Fiona Freeman. Lyric to ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ by W.B. Yeats. Other lyrics and all melodies by David Harley, as are all vocals and instruments.

The Road to Frenchman’s Creek

Experimenting with a little synthing… Not sure it fits the song… rough mix…

In spring a young man’s fancy is supposed to turn to love
An older man takes time to reminisce
He takes the path from Helford on a sunny afternoon
Searching once again for Frenchman’s Creek

Too soon for love-lies-bleeding, too late for love’s young dream
The sun plays peek-a-boo among the trees
By the gate at Kestle Barton, he stops to rest a while
Before following the signs to Frenchman’s Creek

Sometimes we lose our bearings, our love lost in a mist
We glimpse our Ithaca but doubt laps at our feet
Sweet 16 to 70, too many times been kissed
Was that the road to Manderley or Frenchman’s Creek?

Left high and dry so often by the tides of desire
Yet in autumn days a heart may rise from sleep
And still recall with thanks the times love wasn’t such a liar
And the tide may turn again in Frenchman’s Creek

The Carpenter’s Son / Carpentry

In the 1970s, I put a tune to Housman’s poem The Carpenter’s Son. Not that I did much with it at the time. Much more recently, revisiting my Housman settings (probably as a result of having moved to Ludlow), I recorded a version that included some fairly ambitious (for me) guitar, then went further and recorded an instrumental version called Carpentry with additional instruments overdubbed. (Bouzouki and mountain dulcimer.)

This remix combines a more recent acoustic guitar and vocal version with part of the instrumental version appended. Whether it’s a good idea remains to be decided. 🙂

Backup version:

Songs My Grandmother Taught Me

Songs My Grandmother Taught Me

No, really…

Back in the 60s, when I was first captivated by folk music, it was almost obligatory for folk club performers to introduce a song as “a song I learned from my grandmother”, though it was widely suspected, as someone (Steve Benbow, perhaps?) said at that time*, that “most of those grandmothers live in the library at Cecil Sharp House.”

As it happens, my grandmother really had been something of a musician in her youth: I think her weapon of choice was the accordion or a related free-reed aerophone**, but she hadn’t owned or played one in many years when I knew her. Still, we did, for a while, play harmonica duets together, and she was certainly no beginner on that instrument. I don’t remember what we actually played, but she did teach me a couple of songs, though I’m not able to reveal a shining rediscovered example of a major ballad, sadly.

Please excuse the rather random music notation. I’m not very music-literate at the best of times, and I haven’t quite got to grips with the software I’m using yet.

Ain’t No Bugs On Me

An abbreviated version of this part of the article was published in the issue of Folk In Cornwall for January-March 2024.

One was a song that was certainly known in the early-ish 20th Century in the South of the US under the names “It ain’t gonna rain no more” or “There ain’t no bugs on me”, not least from a version rewritten by Fiddlin’ John Carson. As it’s long been popular among lovers of Americana, I’ve heard and seen so many verses to it, that I’ve mostly forgotten now which verses Gran knew, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t include Carson’s famous verse about Ku Klux Klan, so I’ve no idea now how she came across them. However, a version by Wendell Holmes, which recycles a number of floating verses but for which he claimed authorship, was a hit in the 1920s in the UK (where it became a popular football song) as well as the US, so it’s not unlikely that she heard it around that time. That version is now out of copyright, but in any case, the song had, according to Carl Sandburg’s The American Songbag, been around in various versions since the 1870s if not earlier.

The short dance song version published by Sandburg seems to come (like many of the songs in the Songbag) from the collection of Nebraska-born poet and collector of songs Edwin Ford Piper (1871-1939), who believed it had found its way West from Kentucky and thereabouts. It has a less flippant lyric than the versions now commonly heard, but uses (more or less) the same tune.

It ain’t gonna rain, it ain’t gonna snow,
It ain’t gonna rain no mo’;
Come on ev’rybody now,
Ain’t gonna rain no mo’.

Oh, what did the blackbird say to the crow?
It ain’t gonna rain no mo’,
Ain’t gonna hail, ain’t gonna snow,
Ain’t gonna rain no mo

Bake them biscuits good and brown,
It ain’t gonna rain no mo’.
Swing yo’ ladies round and round,
Ain’t gonna rain no mo’

My grandmother did remember this chorus or something very similar (it’s very common!):

It ain’t gonna rain no more, no more
It ain’t gonna rain no more
So how the hell can the old folks tell
It ain’t gonna rain no more

She also had this (also common) alternative chorus:

It ain’t gonna rain no more, no more
It ain’t gonna rain no more
So how the heck can a man wash his neck
If it ain’t gonna rain no more?

That Ku Klux Klan verse from Fiddlin’ John Carson goes:

The night was dark and dreary
And the air was full of sleet
The old man joined the Ku Klux Klan
And ma, she lost her sheet.

That verse probably took some courage to sing in those days, and it may not be much better now. It parodies a verse from the Wendell Holmes version:

The night was dark and dreary
And the air was full of sleet,
When the old man stood out in the storm
And his shoes were full of feet!

Carson’s version also took a swing at the evolution controversy with this verse, which I haven’t seen elsewhere:

Monkeys swing by the end of their tails
And jump from tree to tree
There may be monkey in some of you guys,
But there ain’t no monkey in me

Here is a motley selection of other verses from various sources:

The June bug comes in the month of June
The lightning bug comes in May
The bed bug comes at any old time
But he ain’t a-going to stay

Sometimes the maybug (cockchafer beetle) is named instead of the lightning bug (firefly, glow worm). Both bugs are beetles, as are June bugs, in case you were wondering. Given current concerns about the possible spread of the Cimex bed bug and the difficulties of dealing with an infestation, it would be interesting to know what measures the singer was planning to use!

Mosquitos they fly high
Mosquitos they fly low
If that old skeeter lands on me
He ain’t gonna fly no more

A peanut sat on a railroad track
Its heart was all a-flutter
Along there came a railroad train
Toot toot! Peanut butter…

A bum sat by a sewer
And by that sewer he died
And at the coroner’s inquest
They called it ‘sewer side’

Now the big bugs have little bugs
Upon their backs to bite ’em
And little bugs have smaller bugs
And so ad infinitum

You may recognize this as a variation of de Morgan’s adaptation of a verse by Jonathan Swift that originally referred to fleas. https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fleas]

The Knocker Up

“The Knocker Up” is probably older and is certainly more ‘English’ – in the US, “being knocked up” has a meaning that has nothing to do with the story behind this song, as related by David Niven. He claimed (if I remember correctly) in The Moon’s A Balloon to have fallen foul of it on a Transatlantic liner, when he offered to ‘knock up’ a female fellow passenger. It’s been suggested by some of his contemporaries, however, that he was not averse to exaggerating for comic effect or even claiming that anecdotes concerning other people were about him, so who knows?

This particular song, however, refers more sedately if somewhat obliquely to the times when an alarm clock would have been a luxury item. A knocker up would walk through the streets in the early morning tapping on workers’ bedroom windows with a stick, to ensure that they made it to the mill or the pit on time for their day’s work. There are a number of serious, modern-ish songs that refer to this occupation, such as Mike Canavan’s “The Knocker Up Man” and Ted Edwards’ “Coal Hole Cavalry”. Both those songs are mentioned in a Mudcat thread at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=79341. (I note from that thread that Niven was not the only person to have been embarrassed by his ignorance of the American idiom.)

While I was writing this piece, I couldn’t help wondering how the knocker up got up in time to perform his task, and that Mudcat thread includes a snippet that poses the same question. The Lancashire Mining Museum quotes a tongue-twister from that period that gives an answer, and the article also has plenty of other relevant information and illustrations.

We had a knocker-up, and our knocker-up had a knocker-up
And our knocker-up’s knocker-up didn’t knock our knocker up, up
So our knocker-up didn’t knock us up ‘Cos he’s not up.

https://lancashireminingmuseum.org/2017/09/07/who-knocked-up-the-knocker-upper/

As does this article: https://www.geriwalton.com/knocker-up/

The song my grandmother remembered described a less formal arrangement, with deliberate comic effect.

A pal of mine once said to me
“Will you wake me up at half past three?”
So I went by at half past one,
Tapped at the window and said, “Oh, John,
I’ve just come round to tell you,
Just come round to tell you,
Just come round to tell you
You’ve two more hours to sleep.”

The tune is very well known: variations have been used for sea songs, children’s songs, rugby songs and much else under various titles such as ‘Early In The Morning’. However, in folk clubs – the ones I’ve visited, anyway – it is probably best known as the song ‘William Brown’ or ‘Keep That Wheel A-Turning’, first published by the Independent Labour Party in 1927 with words by Arthur Hagg, with additional verses by Bill Keable. According to the version I first heard, William turned out so much product that the market slumped, the price fell, and William was sacked. A similar version can be found on Mudcat: https://mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=3362. (That thread also includes a version of the same song that my Grandmother knew, along with some other fragments.)

The verses by Bill Keable tell us that the company became so profitable that it was sold to another company, and again, William was sacked. https://oursubversivevoice.com/song/12320/

*Probably in an interview in English Dance and Song. Oddly enough, I think I may have seen a version of There Ain’t No Bugs On Me in another edition of ED&S, but I haven’t seen those magazines in several decades.

**Aerophones comprise a wide-ranging group of instruments (and actually includes the harmonica), but I suspect that my grandmother played either a piano accordion, button accordion, or melodeon. Or possibly more than one. Sadly, it’s more than 50 years too late to ask her. There’s also a range of digital wind instruments marketed by Roland under the name Aerophone, but I don’t know what she would have made of those. Perhaps she’d have loved them: I quite fancy a closer look at one, but it’s a long time since I played anything woodwind…

*** As it happens, I knew Mike Canavan when I lived in Manchester for a while in the 1970s. He was, as I recall, a fine songwriter, but apart from his Knocker Up Man. I (mis)remember with some affection a song of his including a terse verse about the River Irk, which empties unobtrusively into the Irwell. Despite the verse’s brevity, there’s a line I can’t remember, but the last one was to the effect of ‘your leaping, bounding waters are in places six feet wide’. He did release an album called Some Songs on the Smile label that included Knocker Up Man, but I don’t think the Irk song was on it.

In fact, I learn from Sam Simmons that Charles Menteith recalls the river song as being about the Douglas, not the Irk. Apparently the Douglas (or Asland or Astland) also flows through Manchester, but I wasn’t familiar with it, and I don’t remember the rest of the song at all. I’m not inclined to argue with someone who actually sang the song, so I suspect that it was both rivers got a mention at some point. Still, the Douglas was apparently navigable by small craft at one time, which suggests that it may have been wider than six feet, at least in places!

©David Harley 2023

Hilltop Snapshots [Demo]

Hilltop Snapshots

[I can’t believe I forgot to credit this, but the photograph of my daughter and myself was taken by Rita Ozolins, Kate’s mothe, in the early 90s. And yes, it was in the Lake District. I don’t usually write autobiographical songs, but this is closer than most.]

Hilltop Snapshots

Backup

 

In this photograph we’re walking / over Devon’s tors
Every vista made us think / we might just manage one hill more
But the sun was sinking fast / And it was time for food and beer
Happily / It was all downhill from there

In another shot I’m walking / With the baby on my back
Though I swore she’d gained an ounce or two / With every yard of Lakeland track
But the view was worth the trek / As she chuckled in my ear
And anyway / It was all downhill from there

Up here on this Cornish hill / I could almost touch the sun
As it rose from the sea / A fresh-rinsed day had just begun
The view was worth the climb / And home was still quite near
And anyway / It was all downhill from here

Here’s another golden sky / The sunset paints behind the hill
Today the path’s too steep to walk / I wonder when I ever will?
With the clarity of hindsight / I can see my last few years
The trouble is / It’s all downhill from here!

 

 

 

Wrekin (The Marches Line) [re-recorded]

I was always slightly annoyed by the first recording of this because the Nashville-strung guitar sounded a bit distorted. This isn’t perfect either, but the guitars aren’t too bad.

 

One acoustic guitar, one Nashville-strung acoustic, one vocal.

The Abbey watches my train crawling Southwards
Thoughts of Cadfael kneeling in his cell
All along the Marches line, myth and history
Prose and rhyme
But these are tales I won’t be here to tell

The hill is crouching like a cat at play
Its beacon flashing red across the plain
Once we were all friends around the Wrekin
But some will never pass this way again

Lawley and Caradoc fill my window
Facing down the Long Mynd, lost in rain
But I’m weighed down with the creaks and groans
Of all the years I’ve known
And I don’t think I’ll walk these hills again

Stokesay dreams its humble glories
Stories that will never come again
Across the Shropshire hills
The rain is blowing still
But the Marcher Lords won’t ride this way again

The royal ghosts of Catherine and Arthur
May walk the paths of Whitcliffe now and then
Housman’s ashes grace
The Cathedral of the Marches
He will not walk Ludlow’s streets again

The hill is crouching like a cat at play
Its beacon flashing red across the plain
Once we were all friends around the Wrekin
But some will never pass this way again
And I may never pass this way again

‘The Abbey’ is actually Shrewsbury’s Abbey Church: not much else of the Abbey survived the Dissolution and Telford’s roadbuilding in 1836. Cadfael is the fictional monk/detective whose home was the Abbey around 1135-45, according to the novels by ‘Ellis Peters’ (Edith Pargeter).

The Welsh Marches Line runs from Newport (the one in Gwent) to Shrewsbury. Or, arguably, up as far as Crewe, since it follows the March of Wales from which it takes its name, the buffer zone between the Welsh principalities and the English monarchy which extended well into present-day Cheshire.

‘The hill’ is the Wrekin, which, though at a little over 400 metres high is smaller than many of the other Shropshire Hills, is isolated enough from the others to dominate the Shropshire Plain. The beacon is at the top of the Wrekin Transmitting Station mast, though a beacon was first erected there during WWII. The Shropshire toast ‘All friends around the Wrekin’ seems to have been recorded first in the dedication of George Farquar’s 1706 play ‘The Recruiting Officer’, set in Shrewsbury.

‘Lawley’ refers to the hill rather than the township in Telford. The Lawley and Caer Caradoc do indeed dominate the landscape on the East side of the Stretton Gap coming towards Church Stretton from the North via the Marches Line or the A49, while the Long Mynd (‘Long Mountain’) pretty much owns the Western side of the Gap.

Stokesay Castle, near Craven Arms, is technically a fortified manor house rather than a true castle. It was built in the late 13th century by the wool merchant Laurence of Ludlow, and has been extensively restored in recent years by English Heritage, who suggest that the lightness of its fortification might actually have been intentional, to avoid presenting any threat to the established Marcher Lords.

Prince Arthur, elder brother of Henry VIII, was sent with his bride Catherine of Aragon to Ludlow administer the Council of Wales and the Marches, and died there after only a few months. Catherine went on to marry and be divorced by Henry VIII, and died about 30 years later at Kimbolton Castle. Catherine is reputed to haunt both Kimbolton and Ludlow Castle lodge, so it’s unlikely that she also haunts Whitcliffe, the other side of the Teme from Ludlow Castle. (As far as I know, no-one is claimed to haunt Whitcliffe. Poetic licence…) The town itself does have more than its share of ghosts, though. 

For some time it has puzzled me that in ‘A Ballad for Catherine of Aragon’, Charles Causley refers to her as “…a Queen of 24…” until I realized he was probably referring not to her age, but to the length of time (June 1509 until May 1533)  that she was acknowledged to be Queen of England.

The ashes of A.E. Housman are indeed buried in the grounds of St. Laurence’s church, Ludlow, which is not in fact a cathedral, but is often referred to as ‘the Cathedral of the Marches’. It is indeed a church with many fine features (I have about a zillion photographs of its misericords) and its tower is visible from a considerable distance (and plays a major part in Housman’s poem ‘The Recruit’).

The song was actually mostly written on a train between Shrewsbury and Newport at a time when I was frequently commuting between Shropshire and Cornwall to visit my frail 94-year-old mother, who died a few months after, so it has particular resonance for me. It originally included a couple of extra verses about Hereford and the Vale of Usk, but after the ‘Wrekin’ chorus forced its way into the song, I decided to restrict it to the Shropshire-related verses. Maybe they’ll turn up sometime as another song.

David Harley

The Road (single)

Lafrowda concert photo by Jude Harley

Lafrowda photoNow released as a single on Bandcamp. (You don’t have to buy it to hear it!)

Should appear on Apple Music etc. in the next week or so.

First and probably last single from the forthcoming Swan Songs album, consisting mostly of recordings made as tryouts for a solo set with electric guitarat the Lafrowda festival in July 2023.

David Harley

In A Folkier Vein

Yes, after many decades of denying being a folk singer, I’ve made what looks from a distance like a folk album.

In A Folkier Vein does, in fact, include my take on a few genuine folk songs, while other tracks make use of traditional(-ish) material. While several of these songs have been released before, the versions here are generally re-recorded or at least remastered.

While working up a set for the Lafrowda festival in St Just, Cornwall, I started thinking about an album revisiting my favourite of my own songs, one of those songs being ‘Goose and Common’. At the same time, though, in conversation with other Cornwall-based songwriters on Anthea Prince’s Facebook group, notably Josh Rogers, my attention was drawn to a video in the course of which he sang ‘The Sheepstealer’.

I hadn’t sung that song in decades, but remembered that I’d long thought about a guitar-based version. When I’d put that together, though, I realized that it was going to look a bit odd in an album otherwise consisting of songs of mine. So while the only brand new tracks here (apart from The Sheepstealer) are the instrumental ‘Courtship Dance’ and the re-recorded ‘Call Yourself A Craftsman’ (previously recorded as a poem with music), ‘Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain’ and ‘Goose and Common’, all the tracks here have some (sometimes tenuous) connection with the folk tradition. Or sound as if they mght. And several have been edited and remastered.

In fact, I cut the number of possible tracks right down, so there might be another dollop of folkiness up here in due course. I’ll try to resist, though, out of respect for the sensitivities of real folkies.

 

  1. Goose and Common 02:02

The Inclosure Acts enabled the passing into private hands land that had previously been designated as either ‘common’ or ‘waste’. This process preceded by several centuries the formal Inclosure Acts (which began with an Act of 1604) and continued into the 20th century, resulting in the enclosure of nearly seven million acres. While enclosure facilitated more efficient agricultural methods, that increased efficiency and loss of communal land was a factor in the enforced move of so many agricultural labourers into towns. There are a number of variations of this poem, which is usually assumed to date from the 1750s or ’60s, when enclosure legislation started to accelerate dramatically. The tune here is mine: the repeat of the last line is not in the original text, but I thought some chorus harmonies might be nice. 🙂

There are a number of variations of the text, and often just the first two verses are quoted. There’s an alternative four-verse text from ‘Tickler’ magazine dated 1821, but I like this text better.

I’ve previously recorded it unaccompanied, but wanted to try it with a guitar part.

2. The Sheepstealer 03:17

A traditional song learned many years ago from Ewan MacColl. Also known as ‘The Brisk Lad’. (The song, not Ewan.)

He collected it from the Dorset singer Caroline Hughes in the 60s, but Hammond also collected two very similar versions, also in Dorset, in the first decade of the 20th century. I noticed around then that the tune is clearly related to one associated with the rather more spiritual ‘The Carnal and the Crane’ and ‘The Holy Well’, though Martin Carthy also used it for a version of the less-than-spiritual ballad of adultery and murder ‘Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard.’

When I sang ‘The Sheepstealer’ in the 70s, I always sang it unaccompanied, as did Ewan MacColl.

Much more recently, though, I started to play ‘The Holy Well’ as an intro to my own Song of Chivalry (though not for the song itself, which uses a more-or-less original tune). Even more recently, when the Dorset song came up in conversation in a Facebook group frequented by Cornish songwriters, it occurred to me that a somewhat similar guitar part would work quite well with it. And I think it does: your mileage may vary, of course! (Josh Rogers, this is your fault!)

I admit to having made minor changes to the lyric over the years, unintentionally.

3. Song of Chivalry 03:29

Talking of the Song of Chivalry, here’s a version of the song using for an introduction the tune often associated with the ballad ‘The Holy Well’ (Roud 1697). ‘The Sheepstealer’ uses a variation on the same tune. The words to the song were published twice as a poem before the main tune finally turned up.

4. Call Yourself a Craftsman? 03:03

Written for the revue “Nice (If You Can Get It) – a revue about work” in the early 1980s. At the time the revue was put together and (briefly) toured, I was working by day for a company that built staircases (mostly). This song is based on my personal experience of working in the woodworking industry, though I was a wood machinist, not a carpenter.

In a recent conversation, I expressed some regret that I never got to do something like the radio ballads put together by Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger, Charles Parker et al, then realized that the revue was actually quite near to that concept.

Ian Campbell also wrote some songs in that idiom, including one called The Apprentice’s Song, but that’s about gas fitters. Mine is about an apprentice carpenter, and I’ve changed the title to avoid confusion with Ian’s song.

Originally a poem of sorts, but re-recorded as a song after a discussion about that harsh little joke in the third verse. I honestly can’t remember if it was used in the revue – it was written around that time, but maybe not soon enough to be included. Like ‘Long Stand’, it touches on the uneasy relationship between the old hand and the apprentice – while hazing or snipe-hunting is a particularly unpleasant way of keeping the young ‘uns in their place, it’s not always considered the duty of the master to encourage the apprentice.

The tune is now mostly associated with ‘Tramps and Hawkers’, a song that seems to have been written by ‘Besom Jimmy’ in the late 19th century, though the tune is far older than that. (Ewan MacColl used the same tune for England’s Motorways, from the radio ballad ‘Song of a Road’, about the workers who built the M1.)

5. Long Stand 03:00

Included because it has been mistaken for a traditional song. In fact, I wrote it for a revue in the 1980s: the same one as ‘Call Yourself A Craftsman?’. Both of my songs (and Sting’s much later ‘Sky Hooks and Tartan Paint’, come to think of it) look at ways in which veteran craftsmen keep the youngsters in their place, though ‘Long Stand’ just uses ‘hazing’ as a jumping-off point for making a political point.

This is a re-recorded version.

Back in the days when Britain had industries, it was customary for the older blokes to send apprentices to fetch curious items such as a can of striped paint or some rubber nails. The lucky lad who was sent for a long stand was liable to be left standing at the counter for a half an hour or longer while the storeman went off for a cup of tea and a chuckle. The guitar was tuned DADGAD, to give it a folksy Martin Carthy/Nic Jones feel. But it still sounds more like David Harley to me. Oh well…

I once had exchange of snailmail – it was before my internet days) – with the former Labour MP Joe Ashton, who mentioned the sport of apprentice-hazing in his column for one of the tabloids, describing some similar japes and a particularly vigorous retaliation involving tacks and doggy-do.  I bet you don’t get that kind of hazing in merchant banks and call centres. Though, considering some of the people who work in those environments, I suspect that some of the bullying is even worse

6. Thomas Anderson 05:08

While it’s by no means traditional – though Ken Hughes pointed out to me once that a bit of ‘The Bells of Paradise’, which Ron used to sing, had crept into my tune – it’s often been mistaken for a folk song, and it was important in my own development as a songwriter. So here, for good or ill, it is.

This is remastered from the version previously included on ‘Tears of Morning’ and other albums.

7. Ballad of the Arbor Tree 03:00

Originally released on the ‘Tears of Morning’ album, slightly tweaked here.

My setting of words written by ‘WHB’, probably in the late 18th or early 19th century. See davidharleysongs.wordpress.com/2020/09/25/ballad-of-the-arbor-tree-rough-demo/ for (much) more information.

Not really folk, but probably fits quite well with borderline songs like ‘Staines Morris’.

8. Young Hunting 04:08

A heavily adapted version of a traditional ballad (Child 68; Roud 47). I found when I was still at school in the 1960s, though I’ve undoubtedly changed it since. I didn’t have a tune for it, so I cobbled one together. Unfortunately, I don’t remember where I found the words, though I’ve come across a very similar American text (unattributed) since. Remastered from a previously released recording.

The first of three songs about women betrayed by men. In this case, however, the woman’s response is… robust… There are certainly longer versions of the ballad, but I like the way this one is relatively terse yet manages to keep the supernatural element.

9. Nightingale (A la Claire Fontaine) 02:36

A song – maybe originally a jongleur ballad – well known in France, Belgium and Canada, translated and arranged by me.

The tune used here is well known – I think it may be the one in the Penguin Book of Canadian Folksongs.

I’ve always liked this particular tune, but the words as I’ve seen them have always seemed problematical to me, with the lover whining that he was unjustly discarded for being reluctant to give his lady a spray of roses. Hard to be too sympathetic… When I found some older versions where the protagonist was clearly female and the spray of roses symbolizes her maidenhead, it made more sense, though it also makes it more difficult for me to sing it convincingly myself. (I may attempt a male version that is nearer to the original sense, but that could be challenging.)  This is a rather free translation, picking up a possible interpretation that the lady lost out by giving in too easy, and then being too ‘easy’ to marry.

C’est de mon ami Pierre, qui ne veut plus m’aimer,
Pour un bouton de rose, que j’ai trop tôt donné.

Other versions suggest that she was dropped because she _didn’t_ give in. As well as making my chosen subtext a little clearer, I’ve compressed the story by dropping a couple of very common lines referring to the protagonist bathing, as that doesn’t seem to translate well. The song is often seen as a children’s song, but this approach might be considered a bit too explicit for that.

And yes, vining roses are a thing: they’re climbing roses trained to grow along fences and trellises.

10. Blackwaterside 02:41

A traditional song (Roud 312) collected in several versions by Peter Kennedy in the 1950s and popularized by Anne Briggs and Bert Jansch both separately and together. Jimmy Page borrowed Jansch’s arrangement and renamed it ‘Black Mountain Side’. My version owes more stylistically to Davy Graham, though I don’t remember every hearing Davy play it. I’d never played it until I heard Atlantic Union’s Sally Goddard sing it: while Sally and I did work up a version on which this recording is based, it’s much freer than the Atlantic Union’s very rhythmic version. We haven’t performed it in public yet, but never say never.

I don’t sing it on my own, as it just doesn’t suit my voice. However, I recorded it when discussing arrangements with Andi Lee (The Ashen) who has also recorded it, though our arrangements are quite different.

11. Loveliest of Trees 01:19

My setting of a poem from ‘A Shropshire Lad’ (II). The tune is adapted from the reel ‘The Rose Tree’ (it’s basically the ‘A’ tune), so it kind of fits here, though it’s also available on ‘So Sound You Sleep’. And after all that betrayal, I thought it was time for something upbeat.

12. The Weekends 03:26

This is very much a Marmite song. Some people love it: a few have found it too depressing to listen to without offensively noisy commentary, but I don’t hold to the opinion that all music has to be happy-clappy. (As you’ll have noticed if you’ve followed my other music, though this album is comparatively upbeat.)

The tune is based on two traditional tunes: ‘Musselburgh Fair’, and ‘Dives And Lazarus’. The story is partly based on someone I met in London in the 1970s.

13. Oh, Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain 01:09

Variants of the tune used here have been used for versions of The Recruited Collier, The Trees They Grow High, and We Shepherds Are The Best Of Men (and no doubt many others). As the latter two of those songs were associated with Shropshire’s Fred Jordan (among many others, of course) it seemed fitting to use it for one of my settings from ‘A Shropshire Lad’ (XX). Previously released on ‘So Sound You Sleep’ but this is a re-recorded version.

14. Courtship Dance 01:13

A little guitar duet that was driving me crazy this afternoon. It was originally recorded as an iimprovised ntro to an instrumental version of ‘Maids of Mourne Shore’, the tune better known as ‘Down By The Salley Gardens’ since it was used as a setting by Hughes in 1904. However, I wasn’t happy with the guitar sound on the main tune, so I abstracted the bits I did like. I may come back to this on a future recording: it might even sound more like ‘Salley Gardens’ eventually…

David Harley