The Ancient Ballads

The Golden Vanity

The Golden Vanity

by John Fitzsimmons | The American Folk Experience

Child Ballad #286

There was a ship that sailed 
all on the Lowland Sea, 
and the name of our ship 
it was the Golden Vanity,
and we feared she would be taken
by the Spanish enemy 
as she sailed in the Lowland, 
the Lowland, low 
as she sailed in the Lowland sea.
 
Then up stepped our cabin boy
and boldly outspoke he
and he said to our captain
“what would you give to me
If I would swim along side
of the Spanish enemy
and sink her in the Lowland,
Lowland, low
and sink her in the Lowland, sea
 
“Oh, I would give you silver
and gold I’ll give to thee
And my own fair daughter
your bonny bride shall be,
If you will swim along side
of the Spanish enemy
and sink her in the Lowland,
Lowland low
And sink her in the Lowland sea.
 
The boy he made him promise
And overboard sprang he
and he swam alongside
of the Spanish enemy
And with his brace and auger
in her side he bored holes three,
And he sunk her in the Lowland,
Lowland Low,
And he sunk her in the Lowland Sea.
 
Then quickly he swam back
to the cheering of the crew
But the captain would not heed him
for his promise he did rue,
who scorned his poor entreatings
when the cabin boy did sue,
And he left him in the Lowland,
Lowland, Low
And he left him in the Lowland Sea.
 
Then quickly he swam round
’til he made the larboard side,
And up to his messmates
full bitterly he cried,
“Oh, messmates, draw me up,
for I’m drifting with the tide,
And I’m sinking in the Lowland,
Lowland, Low
I’m sinking in the lowland sea.”
 
Then his messmates drew him up,
But on the deck he died,
And they stitched him in his hammock
Which was so fair and wide,
And they lowered him overboard
And he drifted with the tide,
And he sank in the Lowland,
Lowland, low
And he sank in the Lowland sea.

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"The Sweet Trinity" (Roud 122, Child 286), also known as "The Golden Vanity" or "The Golden Willow Tree", is an English folk song or sea shanty. The first surviving version, about 1635, was "Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing In The Lowlands (Shewing how the famous Ship called the Sweet Trinity was taken by a false Gally & how it was again restored by the craft of a little Sea-boy, who sunk the Gally)".

Synopsis

A captain of a ship (the Sweet Trinity or Golden Vanity or Golden Willow Tree of the title) laments the danger it is in; Sir Walter Raleigh complains that it was captured by a galley, but the more common complaint is that it is in danger from another ship, which may be French, Turkish, Spanish, or (especially in American variants) British. A cabin boy offers to solve the problem. The captain promises him rich rewards, which vary enormously between versions. The boy swims to the enemy ship, bores holes in its hull, and sinks it.

He swims back to his ship. Usually, the captain declares that he will not rescue the boy out of the water, let alone reward him. In some variants, the boy extorts the rescue and reward by sinking (or threatening to sink) his ship as well, but usually the boy drowns (sometimes after saying he would sink the ship if it weren't for the crew). Occasionally, the crew rescues him, but he dies on the deck. In the variant with Raleigh, Raleigh is willing to keep some of his promises, but not to marry him to his daughter, and the cabin boy scorns him. In the New England version recorded by John Roberts (see below), he sinks both ships but is rescued by another one, thus explaining how the story could have been passed on.

Printings

Recordings

  • The Carter Family recorded it in 1935 under the title "Sinking in the Lonesome Sea".
  • Alan Lomax recorded Justus Begley performing "The Golden Willow Tree" in 1937.[1]
  • The Almanac Singers (Pete Seeger on lead vocal) recorded it on Deep Sea Chanteys and Whaling Ballads (1941).
  • A.L. Lloyd on The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume III (1956).
  • Paul Clayton recorded a version entitled "The Turkish Revelee", on Whaling and Sailing Songs from the Days of Moby Dick (1956).
  • Burl Ives released a recording as "The Golden Vanity" on his 1956 Down to the Sea in Ships.
  • Richard Dyer-Bennet recorded a version entitled "The Golden Vanity" for his "Richard Dyer-Bennet 5" LP which was released in 1958.
  • The Brothers Four recorded the song in 1960 as "The Gallant Argosy".
  • Scottish Skifle artist Lonnie Donegan recorded the song as 'The Golden Vanity' for the B-side of his UK number 1 single My Old Man's a Dustman in 1960.
  • Barbara Dane recorded a version as "Turkey Reveille" in 1962.
  • The New Lost City Ramblers recorded it (as "Sinking in the Lonesome Sea", after the Carter Family version) on Gone to the Country (1963, Folkways FA2491).
  • Odetta recorded it as "The Golden Vanity" and it appeared on her second recording for RCA, Odetta Sings Folk Songs (1963, RCA LSP2643)
  • The Chad Mitchell Trio recorded it (as "The Golden Vanity") on At the Bitter End (1964).
  • Martin Simpson on the album Golden Vanity (1976).
  • Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir, and Ed Trickett recorded it in 1978 on their second album, The Ways of Man.
  • Rory Block on the album Rhinestones & Steel Strings (1984).
  • The baritone Bruce Hubbard, recorded it as "The Golden Willow Tree" in 1989 for his album For You, For Me, with Dennis Russell Davies and the Orchestra of St. Luke's. It is on Angel/EMI Records.
  • Tom Paxton recorded it (as "The Golden Vanity") for a tape called A Folksong Festival in 1986.
  • Peter, Paul and Mary recorded the tune as "The Golden Vanity" for their 1990 album Flowers and Stones.
  • In 1992 Bob Dylan performed it at a concert. This later appeared as a bootleg album called Golden Vanity (recordings made 1988–1992).[2]
  • Steeleye Span recorded it in 1995 for the album Time, but it appeared instead on an anthology The Best of British Folk Rock.
  • The Friends of Fiddler's Green on This Side of the Ocean (1997).
  • Mike Seeger recorded a banjo version called "The Golden Willow Tree" on his 2003 album True Vine.
  • John Roberts recorded a New England version, entitled "The Weeping Willow Tree", on his 2003 album Sea Fever.
  • Bruce Molsky recorded a version in the clawhammer style on his album Soon Be Time (2006).
  • Loudon Wainwright III recorded a version under the name "Turkish Revelry" on Rogue's Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys (2006).
  • The Askew Sisters recorded a version called "The Old Virginia Lowlands" for their 2008 album All in a Garden Green.
  • Brian Peters recorded it as "The Golden Vanity" on his album Songs of Trial & Triumph (2008).
  • Crooked Still recorded the song as "The Golden Vanity" on their Live album (2009) and on Some Strange Country (2011).
  • Andy the Doorbum recorded the song as "The Reveille" on the album "The Man Killed The Bird, And With The Bird He Killed The Song, And With The Song, Himself" (2011). [3]
  • Accordionist Doug Lacy recorded a version for the 2014 soundtrack to the television series Black Sails.
  • Gabriella Lewis and Shay Tochner recorded the song "The Golden Vanity" on the traditional album "Wild Rovin' No More" released in 2015
  • Alasdair Roberts recorded a version called "The Golden Vanity" on his album Too Long in This Condition
  • Lankum recorded a version called "The Turkish Reveille" on the album "Between the Earth and Sky" (2017)
  • Jake Xerxes Fussell recorded a version called "The Golden Willow Tree" on the album "Good and Green Again" (2022)

Variants

  • Aaron Copland used it as one of the songs in his Old American Songs sets.
  • Dutch singer Boudewijn de Groot included a Dutch retelling of the song, called "Noordzee" ("North Sea"), on his self-titled 1965 debut album. The translation was written by his close companion Lennaert Nijgh. Dutch singer Geke van der Sloot reworked the lyrics in 2019 and turned "Noordzee" into a protest song against plans to build large wind farms in the North Sea.
  • In 1966, Benjamin Britten set an arrangement of the song for boys' voices and piano, as The Golden Vanity (his Op. 78)
  • June Carter Cash includes a corrupted version entitled "Sinking in the Lonesome Sea" in her 2003 album Wildwood Flower.

See also

References

  1. ^ "The Golden Willow Tree (part 1)". The Lomax Kentucky Recordings. Retrieved 2018-05-03.
  2. ^ See Dylan bootlegs
  3. ^ "The Reveille, by Andy the Doorbum".

    Source: Mainly Norfolk

    The Golden Vanity / The Old Virginia Lowlands

    Roud 122 ; Child 286 ; G/D 1:37 ; Ballad Index C286 ; Bodleian Roud 122 ; Wiltshire Roud 122 ; trad.]
    From W. Bolton, Southport, Lancashire; noted in 1906 by Ann Gilchrist. In some versions of this widespread and well-known ballad with many versions, the enemy is Turkish, Spanish or French. Fundamentally, it is a story of betrayal and rarely does it have a happy ending. Sometimes the boy drowns and his ghost returns to sink his own ship. Mr Bolton explained that the “black bear skin” was the cabin boy’s covering at night; he wished to wear it as a disguise in the water. Version have been reported from Wiltshire and Cornwall, some cite the hero as being Sir Walter Raleigh.

    The ballad was also collected by F.J. Child and sung by A.L. Lloyd in 1956 on Volume III of his and Ewan MacColl’s anthology of Child ballads, The English and Scottish Popular Ballads. Lloyd also later included it in his Penguin Book of English Folk Songs. Ewan MacColl sang the ballad as The Sweet Kumadie in 1964 on his and A.L. Lloyd’s Topic album English and Scottish Folk Ballads. This track was included in 2003 on his anthology The Definitive Collection.

    Dodie Chalmers of Turriff, Aberdeenshire, sang The Golden Victory to Seamus Ennis on July 16, 1952. This BBC recording was included in 2012 on the anthology Good People, Take Warning (The Voice of the People Volume 23).

    Bill Cameron of St. Mary’s, Isles of Scilly, sang The Golden Vanity to Peter Kennedy on November 21, 1956. This BBC recording was included on the anthologyThe Child Ballads 2 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 5; Caedmon 1961; Topic 1968).

    Paddy Bell sang The Golden Vanity, accompanied by Martin Carthy on guitar, in 1965 on her album Paddie Herself. The album’s liner notes commented:

    The cabin boy of The Golden Vanity ranks alongside John Henry as one of the indestructible folk heroes. This is a very early ballad, known originally as Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing in the Lowlands, and, as such it was collected by Samuel Pepys. Paddie ignores the Scottish version of the song which gives the boy a happy ending.

    The Halliard sang Sailing for the Lowlands Low in 1967 on their Saga album It’s the Irish in Me.

    Tony Rose recorded The Golden Vanitee in 1970 for his first album, Young Hunting. He sang a slightly shorter version live at Eagle Tavern, New York, in 1981, leaving out the last but one verse. This recording was included in 2008 on his posthumous CD Exe. Tony Rose commented in the original album’s sleeve notes:

    This version of the Golden Vanitee, as taken from Stan Hugill’s Shanties from the Seven Seas, is a particularly detailed one, with perhaps an unexpected element of humour here and there.

    Martin Simpson sang Golden Vanity in 1976 as the title track of his Trailer album, Golden Vanity.

    Johnny Doughty sang The Golden Vanity at home in Brighton, Sussex, in Summer 1976 to Mike Yates. This recording was published a year later on his 1977 Topic album of traditional songs from the Sussex Coast, Round Rye Bay for More, and in 1996 on the Topic anthology Hidden English: A Celebration of English Traditional Music. Mike Yates commented in the original album’s notes:

    Sir Walter Rawleigh has built a ship in the Netherlands,
    Sir Walter Rawleigh has built a ship in the Netherlands,
    And it is called the Sweet Trinity,
    And was taken by the false gallaly,
    Sailing in the Lowlands.

    So begins a blackletter broadside, “shewing how the famous ship called the Sweet Trinity was taken by a false Gally, and how it was again restored by the craft of a little sea-boy, who sunk the Gally,” that was printed during the period 1682-85 by Joshua Conyers, “at the Black-Raven, the 1st shop in Fetter-lane, next Holborn.”

    The history books appear to have missed this particular episode in Raleigh’s life—no doubt because it was a flight of Conyers’, or some other unknown printer’s, imagination; a simple attempt to increase sales by the addition of a romantic and well-known name to an otherwise commonplace tale. Whatever the origin, the ballad certainly caught the popular imagination with the result that more than a hundred sets have been collected throughout England, Scotland, America and Australia. Johnny’s final couplet is, to my knowledge, unique to his version.

    Ian Manuel sang The Sweet Kumadie on his 1977 Topic album of Scots traditional songs, The Dales of Caledonia.

    The Packmen sang Golden Vanity on their 1978 Fellside album The Packmen’s Blue Record.

    Lizzie Higgins sang The Golden Victory on a bonus track of the digital download reissue of her 1985 Lismor album What a Voice.

    Cyril Tawney sang The Merry Golden Tree in 1992 on his Neptune Tapes cassette Little Boy Billee. This track was also included in 2007 on his anthologyThe Song Goes On.

    Jez Lowe (vocals, guitar) and Linda Adams (concertina) recorded The Golden Vanity in 1993 or 1994 for the Fellside CD A Selection from The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs.

    Steeleye Span recorded The Golden Vanity in 1995 during the Time recording sessions. However, it did not appear on this album but was later released on the two Park Records samplers The Best of British Folk Rock and A Stroll Through the Park, and in 2015 on Catch Up—The Essential Steeleye Span.

    Martin Carthy and John Kirkpatrick sang this song as The Old Virginia Lowlands in 1998 on Brass Monkey’s third album Sound and Rumour. Martin Carthy commented in the record’s sleeve notes:

    The Old Virginia Lowlands is from one of Stan Hugill’s books. It’s a version of The Golden Vanity from Stan’s family, and must be one of the few versions which is not just a historical curiosity, but a real live, feet-on-the-ground story of real betrayal of real people.

    Sandra Kerr, Nancy Kerr and James Fagan sang Sir Walter Raleigh (The Golden Vanity) in 1999 oh their Fellside album Scalene.

    Brian Peters & Gordon Tyrrall sang The Green Willow Tree in 2000 on their CD The Moving Moon. In 2008, Brian Peters sang The Golden Vanity on his CDSongs of Trial and Triumph. In 2013 he and Jeff Davis sang The Green Willow Tree, a version collected by Cecil Sharp from Polly Patrick of Manchester, Clay Co., KY, on August 24, 1917, on their CD Sharp’s Appalachian Harvest. Brian Peters commented in his second album’s notes:

    There are dozens of versions of The Golden Vanity, with predictable variations in the names of the two ships (in the North American set I recorded with Gordon Tyrrall, for instance, the Turkish Revelry is attacker and Green Willow Tree the victim of unprovoked aggression). This one was collected in1928 by James Madison Carpenter, whose search for ballads, shanties, mummers plays and what-have-you took him the length of Britain in his jalopy. In Cardiff docks he met a seaman, Richard Warner, who sang him this version of the ballad—I’ve not tampered with it, and particularly liked the line “Oh no you foolish youngster”, which may be unique to this version. I’m not sure what “dazzled out her lights” means, come to that.

    Bill Whaley and Dave Fletcher sang an English version of The Golden Vanity and Martyn Wyndham-Read an Australian version on the Fellside album of English traditional songs and their Australian variants, Song Links.

    John Roberts sang The Golden Vanity in 2004 at the 25th Annual Sea Music Festival at Mystic Seaport.

    Emma Williamson sang The Golden Vanity in 2004 at “Folk on the Pier” which celebrated 200 years of Cromer’s lifeboats. It was issued on their CD Someone Was Calling.

    Bob Fox sang Golden Vanity in 2006 on his Topic CD The Blast.

    Loudon Wainwright III sang Turkish Revelry in 2006 on Hal Willner’s album of pirate ballads, sea songs and chanteys, Rogue’s Gallery.

    The Askew Sisters sang The Old Virginia Lowlands in 2007 on their WildGoose CD All in a Garden Green. They commented in their liner notes:

    This version of The Golden Vanity is originally from Stan Hugill’s great book Shanties from the Seven Seas where it’s called the Five Gallon Jar. We first heard it from the singing of Brass Monkey. It is rumoured to have been based on a ballad from the seventeenth century about the conduct of Sir Walter Raleigh, who was less popular in his time than modern legend portrays.

    Faustus sang The Green Willow Tree in 2008 on their eponymous Navigator CD, Faustus.

    Lori Watson and Rule of Three sang Golden Vanity in 2009 on her CD Pleasure’s Coin.

    The Outside Track sang The Turkish Revery in 2010 on their CD Curious Things Given Wings. They commented in their liner notes:

    We added this pirate song to “arrrh” repertoire after Norah [Rendell] learned it from guitarist and singer, Dáithí Sproule, who found it in his mother’s Burl Ives LP.

    Alasdair Roberts sang The Golden Vanity in 2010 on his CD Too Long in This Condition.

    Sara Grey sang The Merry Willow Tree in 2013 on her CD Down in Old Dolores. She commented in her liner notes:

    Also known as The Sweet TrinityThe Lowlands Low and The Golden Vanity. Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr. and is in the John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection, Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas. This is one of my favourite versions from the singing of Almeda Riddle of Timbo, AR.

    A broadside of 1682-85, in which Sir Walter Raleigh plays the ungrateful captain, seems to have been the ultimate ancestor of the abundant traditional copies of this ballad found in the British Isles and America. Sir Walter has dropped out entirely; the ship’s name now appears variously as Golden TreeGolden China TreeGolden Willow TreeGolden Erilee. Most traditional versions persist with the melancholy ending in which the cabin boy is cheated of his earned reward, but many American singers sentimentalise the conclusion, bestowing the captain’s daughter, wealth and other honours on the hero.

    Andy Turner learned The Golden Vanity from Everyman’s Book of British Ballads, edited by Roy Palmer. He sang Johnny Doughty’s version of this song as the July 25, 2015 entry of his project A Folk Song a Week.

    Matt Quinn learned The Golden Vanity from the singing of Johnny Doughty and recorded it for his 2017 CD The Brighton Line. He commented:

    Mike Yates recorded this song in 1976 in Johnny’s home. Versions of this song appear all over the world, sometimes called The Old Virginia Lowlands or The Sweet Trinity.

    Lyrics

    Tony Rose sings The Golden Vanitee

    And there once was a captain who was boasting on the quay:
    “Oh I have a ship and a gallant ship is she.
    Of all the ships I know she is the best for me
    And she’s sailing in the lowlands low.”

    Chorus (after each verse; repeating its last line):
    In the lowlands, lowlands,
    She’s sailing in the lowlands low

    “Well I had her built in the North Country
    And I had her christened the Golden Vanitee.
    I armed her and I manned her and I sent her off to sea
    And she’s sailing in the lowlands low.”

    Oh well then up stepped a sailor who has just returned from sea:
    “Oh I was aboard of the Golden Vanitee
    When we was held in chase by a Spanish piratee
    And we sank ’em in the lowlands low.”

    Oh well, we had aboard us a little cabin boy
    Who said, “What will you give me if the galley I destroy?”
    “I’ll give to you my daughter, she is my pride and joy,
    If you sink them in the lowlands low.”

    So the boy bared his breast and he plunged into the tide.
    He swam until he came to the rascal pirate’s side;
    He climbed on board, he went below, by none was he espied,
    And he sank ’em in the lowlands low.”

    Oh well he bore her with his auger, he bore her once or twice,
    And some was playing cards and some was playing dice.
    But when he let the water in, it dazzled at their eyes
    And he sank ’em in the lowlands low.”

    Oh yes, some was playing cards and some was playing dice,
    And some was in their hammocks a-sportin’ with their wives.
    But when he let the water in, it pulled out all their lives,
    And he sank them in the lowlands low.

    So then the cabin boy he swam unto the larboard side
    Saying, “Captain, take me up for I am drowning in the tide.”
    “I’ll shoot you and I’ll kill you if you claim my child as bride,
    And I’ll sink you in the lowlands low.”

    So then the cabin boy he swam unto the starboard side
    Saying, “Messmates, take me up for I am drifting with the tide.”
    They took him up so quickly but when on deck, he died,
    And they buried him in the lowlands low.

    Oh yes, they took him up so quickly but when on deck, he died,
    And they sewed him in his hammock that was so strong and wide.
    They said a short prayer over him and dropped him in the tide
    And they sailed from the lowlands low.

    Well here’s a curse onto the Captain wherever he may be
    For taking that poor cabin boy so far away to sea;
    For taking that poor cabin boy so far away to sea
    And to leave him in the lowlands low.

    Johnny Doughty sings The Golden Vanity

    A fair ship is mine called the Golden Vanity
    And she sails just now by the north country.
    But I fear that she’ll be taken by a Spanish gallalee
    As we sailed by the lowlands low.

    Chorus (after each verse; repeating its last line):
    By the lowlands low,
    As we sailed by the lowlands low.

    “What will you give to me?” asked the little cabin boy,
    “If I venture to that Spanish ship, the ship that doth annoy?
    I will wreck the gallalee, you may peace of mind enjoy
    As we sail by the lowlands low.”

    The Captain said, “Now with you my lad I’ll share
    All my treasure and my wealth, you shall have my daughter fair,
    If this Spanish ship you nobly sink and ease me of my care
    As we sail by the lowlands low.”

    Then boldly the lad did he leap into the sea
    And an auger very sharp and thin he carried carefully.
    And he swam the mighty billows ’til he reached the gallalee
    Where she sank by the lowlands low.

    Then back to the ship the little hero hied
    And he begged the crew to haul him up upon the larboard side.
    “You can sink for me, you little dog!” the ungrateful Captain cried
    As we sail by the lowlands low.

    Was there ever half a tale so sad
    As this tale of the sea
    Where we sailed by the lowlands low?

    Martin Carthy and John Kirkpatrick sing The Old Virginia Lowlands

    Once there was a skipper, he was boasting on the quay,
    Saying: “I have a ship, and a gallant ship is she,
    Oh I have a ship, and a gallant ship is she.
    Of all the ships that I do know she’s far the best to me.”

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    “Oh I had her built in the north country
    And I had her christened the Golden Vanity,
    Oh I had her christened the Golden Vanity,
    I armed her and I manned her and I sent her off to sea.”

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    Then up spoke a sailor who had just returned from sea:
    Oh I served on board of the Golden Vanity,
    Oh I served on board of the Golden Vanity,
    When she was held in chase by a Spanish piratee.”

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    “And we had on board of us a little cabin boy,
    Who said: “ What will you give me if the galleon I destroy
    Oh what will you give me if the galleon I destroy?”
    “Oh you will get my daughter, she is my pride and joy.”

    If you sink them in the Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    So the boy bared his breast and he plunged into the tide,
    And he swam and he swam to the rascal pirate’s side,
    He swam and he swam to the rascal pirate’s side,
    And he climbed on deck and he went below and none did him espy.

    And he sank them in the Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    He bore with his auger, he bore once and twice,
    And some were playing cards and some were playing dice,
    The water it flowed in and it dazzled their eyes,
    The water it flowed in and it pulled out all their lives.

    And he sank them in the Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    Well he swam and he swam all to the starboard side,
    Saying: “Captain take me up, I am drifting with the tide,
    Oh Captain take me up,” but so loud the Captain cried:
    “I will shoot you, I will kill you, you shall not have your bride.”

    I will sink you in the Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    The shipmates took him up and on the deck he died,
    They sewed him in his hammock which was so strong and wide,
    They sewed him in his hammock it was so strong and wide,
    They prayed for him, they sang for him, they sunk him in the tide.

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    My curse be on you, Captain, wherever you may be,
    My curse be on the captain of the Golden Vanity,
    In waking and in sleeping, until your dying day,
    For you gave your oath to him and you did him betray.

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    In the old Virginia Lowlands
    Lowlands low
    In the old Virginia Lowlands low

    Jez Lowe sings The Golden Vanity Steeleye Span sing The Golden Vanity
    It’s I’ve got a ship in the north country,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And I fear she may be took by the Spanish enemy,
    As she sails in the Lowland sea,
    As she sails in the Lowland low.
    I know a ship in the north country
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And I fear she may be took by the Spanish enemy,
    Down in the Lowland sea
    And up then stepped a little cabin boy,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    Saying: “What will you give me if I do them destroy
    And sink them in the Lowland sea
    And sink them in the Lowlands low?”
    Up on the deck stepped a little cabin boy,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    Saying: “What will you give me if I do them destroy
    And sink them in the Lowland sea?”
    “Oh, I’ll give you silver and likewise gold,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And my only daughter for to be your bride,
    If you’ll sink them in the Lowland sea,
    If you’ll sink them in the Lowlands low.”
    “Oh, I’ll give you silver and I will give you gold,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And my only daughter for to be your bride,
    If you sink them in the Lowland sea,
    Sink them in the Lowlands low.”

    Chorus
    Lowlands low,
    Lowland sea
    “Oh wrap me up in my black bear skin,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And heave me overboard for to sink or to swim,
    And I’ll sink them in the Lowland sea
    I’ll sink them in the Lowlands low.”
    “Oh wrap me up in my black bear skin,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And throw me overboard for to sink or to swim,
    Down in the Lowland sea.”
    Now some were playing cards and others playing dice,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And the boy he had an auger, bored two holes at once,
    And he sunk them in the Lowland sea,
    And he sunk them in the Lowlands low.”
    Now some were playing cards and others playing dice,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And the boy he had an auger and he bored two holes at once,
    And he sunk them in the Lowland sea.
    He leaned upon his breast and he swam back again,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    Saying “Master, take me up, for I’m sure I will be slain,
    And I’ve sunk them in the Lowland sea,
    And I’ve sunk them in the Lowlands low.”
    He leaned upon his breast and he swam back again,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    Saying “Master, take me up, for I fear I will be slain,
    And I sunk them in the Lowlands low,
    I sunk them in the Lowland sea.”

    Chorus

    “Oh, I’ll not take you up,” the master he cried,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    “But I’ll shoot you and I’ll kill you and send you with the tide,
    And I’ll drown you in the Lowland sea,
    And I’ll drown you in the Lowlands low.”
    “Oh, I’ll not take you up,” the master he cried,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    “But I’ll shoot you and I’ll kill you and I’ll send you with the tide,
    And I’ll drown you in the Lowland sea”
    He leaned upon his breast and swam round the larboard side,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    “Oh messmates, take me up for I fear I will been slain,
    And I’ve sunk her in the Lowland sea,
    And I’ve sunk her in the Lowlands low.”
    He leaned upon his breast and he swam to the larboard side,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    Saying: “Messmates, take me up for I fear I have been slain,
    And I sunk them in the Lowland sea”
    His messmates took him up, and on the deck he died,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And they wrapped him up in an old cow’s hide,
    And they sunk him in the Lowland sea,
    And sunk him in the Lowlands low.
    They took him up, and on the deck he died,
    Down in the Lowlands low,
    And they wrapped him up in an old cow’s hide,
    And they sunk him in the Lowland sea,
    They sunk him in the Lowlands low.

    Chorus

    Brian Peters sings The Golden Vanity

    Now there was a bonny ship in the North country,
    The name that she went under was the Golden Vanity.
    I fear she will be taken by the Turkish privateer
    As she sails along the lowlands low,
    As she sails along the lowlands low.

    Chorus (after each verse):
    In the lowlands, in the lowlands,
    As she sails along the lowlands low

    Now the first that come on deck was the little cabin boy,
    “Captain what’ll you give to me if I do them destroy?”
    “I’ll give you gold and silver, my daughter for your bride
    If you’ll sink them in the Lowlands low,
    If you’ll sink them in the Lowlands low.”

    So the captain held the keel light, and overboard he goes.
    He swam ‘til he came to the Turkish privateer,
    He’s let the water in and he’s dazzled out her lights
    And he sank her in the lowands low,
    And he sank her in the lowands low.

    So it’s back to the ship so quickly he swam,
    “Captain, captain, pick me up my work I’ve bravely done.
    Captain, pick me up, for I’m sinking in the sea,
    I’m sinking in the lowlands low,
    And I’m sinking in the lowlands low.”

    “Pick you up, pick you up?” the captain said he,
    “Oh no, you foolish youngster, that will never be.
    For I’m going to send you after the Turkish Ivory
    And I’ll sink you in the lowlands low,
    And I’ll sink you in the lowlands low.”

    So he swam around the ship all to the starboard side,
    “Shipmates, shipmate, pick me up, I’m sinking in the tide.
    Shipmates, pick me up, for I’m sinking in the sea,
    I’m sinking in the lowlands low,
    And I’m sinking in the lowlands low.”

    So his shipmates picked him up, and on the deck he died.
    They sewed him in his hammock, which was both long and wide;
    They sewed him in his hammock and they threw him o’er the side
    And they sank him in the lowlands low,
    And they sank him in the lowlands low.

    Acknowledgements and Links

    See also the Mudcat Café thread Golden Vanity Variants.

    The words of Jez Lowe’s and Steeleye Span’s versions are from The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, eds Ralph Vaughan Williams & A.L. Lloyd, Penguin, 1959. The variations in the actual singing were transcribed by Reinhard Zierke with thanks for help to Garry Gillard.

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