The Ancient Ballads

The House Carpenter

The House Carpenter

by John Fitzsimmons | The American Folk Experience

Child Ballad #243

Well met, well met, my own true love
 Well met, well met, cried he
 I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
 And it’s all for the love of thee
 
 O I could have married the king’s daughter dear
 And she would have married me
 But I have refused the crown of gold
 And it’s all for the sake of thee
 
 If you could have married the king’s daughter dear
 I’m sure you are to blame
 For I am married to the house carpenter
 And he is a fine young man
 
 If you’ll forsake your house carpenter
 And come away with me
 I’ll take you to where the grass grows green
 On the banks of the sweet Willie
 
 If I forsake my house carpenter
 And come away with thee
 What have you got to maintain me upon
 And keep me from slavery
 
 I’ve six ships sailing on the salt, salt sea
 A-sailing from dry land
 And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
 Shall be at thy command
 
 She picked up her poor wee babe
 And kisses gave him three
 Saying stay right here with the house carpenter
 And keep him good company
 
 They had not been at sea two weeks
 I’m sure it was not three
 When this poor maid began to weep
 And she wept most bitterly
 
 O do you weep for your gold, he said
 Your houses, your land, or your store?
 Or do you weep for your house carpenter
m That you never shall see anymore
 
 I do not weep for my gold, she said
 My houses, my land or my store
 But I do weep for my poor wee babe
 That I never shall see anymore
 
 They had not been at sea three weeks
 I’m sure it was not four
 When in their ship there sprang a leak
 And she sank to rise no more
 
 What hills, what hills are those, my love
 That are so bright and free
 Those are the hill of Heaven, my love
 But not for you and me
 
 What hills, what hills, are those, my love
 That are so dark and low
 Those are the hills of Hell, my love
 Where you and I must go

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"The Daemon Lover" (Roud 14, Child 243) – also known as "James Harris", "A Warning for Married Women", "The Distressed Ship Carpenter", "James Herries", "The Carpenter’s Wife", "The Banks of Italy", or "The House-Carpenter" – is a popular ballad dating from the mid-seventeenth century,[1] when the earliest known broadside version of the ballad was entered in the Stationers' Register on 21 February 1657.[2][3]

History and different versions

There are a number of different versions of the ballad. In addition to the eight collected by Francis James Child in volume IV of his anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (versions A to H), others can be found in Britain and in the United States, where it remained especially widespread,[4] with hundreds of versions being collected throughout the years,[5] around 250 of them in print.[6] In comparison, only four new variants were recorded in the UK in the time between Child's death in 1896 and the second half of the 1960s, all of them before 1910.[7]

"A Warning for Married Women" (Child A)

The oldest version of the ballad – labeled 243 A in Child's anthology and originally signed with the initials L.P. – is generally attributed to Laurence Price,[8][9][10] a prominent ballad writer of that time.[11] The original, full title of the broadside was "A Warning for Married Women, by the example of Mrs. Jane Renalds, a West-Country woman born neer unto Plymouth, who having plighted her troth to a seaman, was afterwards married to a carpenter, and at last carried away by a spirit, the manner how shall be presently recited".[12] The broadside does not seem to be a recasting of a pre-existing folk ballad in circulation, although it bears some similarities to other ballads, most notably a similarly named "A Warning for Maidens", also known by the title "Bateman's Tragedy" (Roud 22132).[13][14][15]

"A Warning for Married Women"[16] tells the story of Jane Reynolds and her lover James Harris, with whom she exchanged a promise of marriage. He is pressed as a sailor before the wedding takes place and Jane faithfully awaits his return for three years, but when she learns of his death at sea, she agrees to marry a local carpenter. Jane gives birth to three children and for four years the couple lives a happy life.[17] One night, when the carpenter is away, the spirit of James Harris appears. He tries to convince Jane to keep her oath and run away with him. At first she is reluctant to do so, because of her husband and their children, but ultimately she succumbs to the ghost's pleas, letting herself be persuaded by his tales of rejecting the royal daughter's hand and assurance that he has the means to support her – namely, a fleet of seven ships. The pair then leaves England, never to be seen again, and the carpenter commits suicide upon learning that his wife is gone. The broadside ends with a mention that although the children were orphaned, the heavenly powers will provide for them.[18]

"The Distressed Ship Carpenter" (Child B)

Another known version of the ballad, labeled 243 B in Child's anthology and titled ‘The Distressed Ship Carpenter’, comes from the mid-eighteenth century and appears in A Collection of Diverting Songs, Epigrams, & c. and in a chapbook titled The Rambler’s Garland.[19] It is notable for its opening, ‘Well met, well met, my own true love’, which is characteristic of many versions of the ballad, in particular those recorded in America. This variation differs from "A Warning for Married Women". The opening part of the ballad is lost, and so are the names of Jane and James; the text does not mention their former vows either. The former lover appears to be a mortal man, rather than a revenant.[20][21] "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" ends with the eponymous craftsman lamenting and cursing seamen for ruining his life. With the disappearance of the supernatural elements, the story of the ballad became rationalized.[22] These changes may have originated in an oral tradition or, as suggested by John Burrison, there was an intermediary broadside version of the ballad that served as a bridge between "A Warning’" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter";[23][24] David Atkinson considers a possibility that the changes were made either to avoid any legal troubles with the intellectual property owners of "A Warning"[25] or as a result of a change in broadside format to smaller sheets.[26]

"The Distressed Ship Carpenter" is characterized by a number of common folk touches, possibly indicating that there was an intermediary folk version developed as a result of an oral tradition between this version of the ballad and the original broadside.[27] The story begins in the third act, contains recurring words and phrases and is leaping and lingering, i.e. alternating between rapid and slow unfoldment of the events, at two crucial points: when relating the return of the former lover and the lovers’ confrontation after they board the ship.[28] In doing so, the ballad preserves and focuses on its "emotional core".[29][30]

Scottish and American traditions

"A Warning for Married Women" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" seem to have inspired the Scottish and American traditions of the ballad, respectively.[31][32][33] The Scottish versions collected by Child (designated as versions C-G) share a number of elements with Child 243 A not present in Child 243 B – among them a direct reference to former vows and the name of the sailor – but what distinguishes them most is the character of a lover, who regains his supernatural nature. What is especially characteristic of these versions is the introduction of a daemonic presence; in "The Daemon Lover" (Child 243 E, F, G) James Harris is no longer a ghost or a mortal man, but instead is revealed to be a cloven-footed devil.[34][35]

It is generally agreed that copies collected in America (usually titled "The House Carpenter") were derived from "The Distressed Ship Carpenter".[36] There are a number of similarities between these versions – such as the absence of former vows and supernatural elements characteristic of "A Warning" and Scottish versions – and the story presented in them remains essentially the same.[37][38] Some elements taken from the Scottish tradition are present in American variants, for example "hills of heaven, hills of hell" line from Child 243 E, but the influence of "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" is prevalent.[39] The most notable differences when compared to the English and Scottish traditions are their setting (i.e. "the banks of Italy" become "the banks of old Tennessee") and more emphasis being put on the relationship between the mother and the child and their subsequent parting.[40] The American history of the ballad in printed form dates back to the 1850s.[41] Two verses that were printed in Philadelphia (1858; Child included them in his anthology), along with a broadside printed by Andrews of New York (ca. 1857; reissued by De Marsan in 1860) are the earliest known examples of the ballad in the United States, although the oral tradition had already existed there before they were published and it played a predominant role in the spread of the ballad in America.[42][43]

Tune and metre

Referring to broadsides that were already in circulation for the tune was a common habit and so the original broadsides of "A Warning for Married Women" name the tune to which the ballad was to be sung as "The Fair Maid of Bristol", "Bateman", or "John True".[44][45] These three tunes are also identified as "The Lady’s Fall", which was notably the tune for "Bateman’s Tragedy" (Roud 22132) and numerous other early seventeenth-century broadsides, most of which contained themes of "crimes, monstrous births, or warnings of God’s judgement."[46] Later, eighteenth-century copies of "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" carried no tune designation whatsoever.[47] "A Warning for Married Women" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" were printed respectively in 32 four-line stanzas (in ballad metre) and 13 to 14 four-line stanzas (in long measure, described by Atkinson as “slightly awkward” at times).[48]

Themes

"A Warning for Married Women" addresses the themes of marriage, unfaithfulness and bigamy.[49] David Atkinson writes that it can be seen as "a reinforcement of prevailing patriarchal family relationships."[50] Barbara Fass Leavy describes Jane Reynolds as a "cautionary example" of what happens "when women abandon their responsibilities in order to pursue their own pleasures."[51] The theme of materialism is prevalent throughout the different versions,[52][53] as the wife usually remains concerned whether her lover will be able to maintain her.[54] Likewise, he uses promises of prosperity as a way to seduce her.[55] Leavy also suggests a different reading of the ballad, in which it is her marriage with a carpenter, rather than her decision to flee with the former lover, that can be considered an act of infidelity.[56] Atkinson describes the original broadside as "the preservation of outmoded ways of thinking within the canon of popular literature."[57] In accordance with the ecclesiastical law of early seventeenth-century England, a mutual promise of marriage was enough to make the couple husband and wife and was considered binding in the eyes of God. As a result, breaking such a promise would make any subsequent marriage invalid and invite divine punishment.[58] The ballad therefore employs "popular theology to reinforce [its] emphasis on fidelity in marriage."[59] The broadside may be read as encouraging faithfulness to the person with whom the original pre-marriage vows were exchanged and warning against divine punishment for breaking the oath.[60]

The changes resulting from the recasting of "A Warning for Married Women" as "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" can be seen as the reflection of "a genuine, if quite gradual, change in social and judicial attitudes in early modern England." The revenant becomes a former lover and crime and punishment take the place of sin and retribution.[61] The theme of sin becomes notable once again in the Scottish "Demon Lover" tradition (notably Child D-G), which establishes that the former lover is the devil who "came to carry off the unfaithful girl to the hills of hell."[62] The imagery of the "hills of heaven and hell" is present in some of the variants collected in America.[63] Alan Lomax describes the ballad as a reinforcement of the Calvinist sexual morality.[64]

The ballad also touches on the issues of class relations. According to Dave Harker, "A Warning for Married Women" questions the responsibilities of young women "of worthy birth and fame".[65] In her reading of the ballad, Leavy mentions the binary opposition between the husband and the lover and two modes of existence they represent; the mundane life and domestic ties of the artisan and the life of adventure and freedom of the seaman.[66]

Many supernatural ballads mention fictional or remote places as locations.[67] In multiple variants of the ballad, James Harris promises to take his lover to "the banks of Italie",[68] which is a real, but sufficiently far-off place to serve as the final destination for an unfaithful wife and her supernatural lover.[69] In other versions, the banks of Italy turn into, for example, the banks of Tennessee (in this version the destination becomes a familiar place to return to),[70] various generalizations ("deep blue sea", "salt water sea") or abstractions ("isle of sweet liberty", "banks of sweet relief").[71]

Traditional recordings

The ballad was collected and recorded many times in the Appalachian Mountains; Clarence Ashley recorded a version with a banjo accompaniment in 1930,[72] Texas Gladden had two versions recorded in 1932 and 1946,[73][74] whilst Sarah Ogan Gunning sang a version in 1974.[75] Jean Ritchie sang her family's version of the ballad twice, one of those times recorded by Alan Lomax,[76][77] now available online courtesy of the Alan Lomax archive.[78] The song was also popular elsewhere in the United States; Ozark singer Almeda Riddle sang another traditional version in 1964,[79] and folklorist Max Hunter recorded several Ozark versions which are available on the online Max Hunter Folk Collection.[80][81][82][83]

Canadian folklorists Edith Fowke, Kenneth Peacock and Helen Creighton each recorded a different "House Carpenter" variant in Canada in the 1950s and 60s.[84][85][86]

The song appears to have been largely forgotten in Britain and Ireland, but a fragmentary version, sung by Andrew Stewart of Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland, and learned from his mother, was recorded by Hamish Henderson in 1955,[87] and can be heard on the Tobar an Dualchais website.[88] A variant performed by Frank Browne in Bellanagare, Co. Roscommon, Ireland, was also recorded in 1975 by Hugh Shields.

Versions of the song, under its several titles, have been recorded by:

In literature

Elizabeth Bowen's 1945 short story "The Demon Lover" uses the ballad's central conceit for a narrative of ghostly return in wartime London.

Shirley Jackson's collection The Lottery and Other Stories includes "The Daemon Lover", a story about a woman searching for her mysterious fiancé named James Harris.

In Grady Hendrix’s 2020 novel The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, the main antagonist is a vampire named James Harris as a way to pay ode to the ballad.[citation needed]

In classical music

Hamish MacCunn's 1887 concert overture The Ship o' the Fiend is based on the ballad.[92]

Footnotes

  1. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  2. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  3. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  4. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  5. ^ Gardner-Medwin 1971, p. 415.
  6. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  7. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 274-75.
  8. ^ Harker 1992, p. 300.
  9. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  10. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  11. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  12. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  13. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  14. ^ Atkinson 1989, pp. 598-602.
  15. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 272.
  16. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-46.
  17. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-44, stanzas 1-14.
  18. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-44, stanzas 15-32.
  19. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  20. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  21. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 605.
  22. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  23. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 272-73.
  24. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  25. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  26. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 208-9.
  27. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 272-73.
  28. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  29. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  30. ^ Coffin 1963, p. 300.
  31. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  32. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 596.
  33. ^ Atkinson 2004, p. 483, fn. 92.
  34. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  35. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 596.
  36. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 210-11.
  37. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  38. ^ Hyman 1957, p. 236.
  39. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 211.
  40. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 210-11.
  41. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 210.
  42. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 273-74.
  43. ^ Gardner-Medwin 1971, p. 415.
  44. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  45. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 606.
  46. ^ Simpson 1966, p. 369.
  47. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  48. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 207-8.
  49. ^ Harker 1992, p. 332.
  50. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 599.
  51. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 66.
  52. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 599.
  53. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  54. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  55. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  56. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 66.
  57. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  58. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 602.
  59. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 6024.
  60. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 600.
  61. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  62. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  63. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 2011.
  64. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  65. ^ Harker 1992, p. 333.
  66. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 67.
  67. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 263.
  68. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 263.
  69. ^ Atkinson 2009, p. 256.
  70. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 71.
  71. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 267.
  72. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S400766)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2021-01-18.
  73. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S445415)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  74. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S238200)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  75. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S148217)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  76. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S208656)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  77. ^ "My Little Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S341765)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  78. ^ "Alan Lomax Archive". research.culturalequity.org. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  79. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S301879)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  80. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  81. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  82. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  83. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  84. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S148209)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  85. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S272948)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  86. ^ "The Young Ship's Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S383645)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  87. ^ "The Demon Lover (Roud Folksong Index S430491)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  88. ^ "Tobar an Dualchais Kist O Riches". www.tobarandualchais.co.uk. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  89. ^ Solo album: Abocurragh, Andy Irvine AK-3, 2010.
  90. ^ "House Carpenter".
  91. ^ Combined from several sources including: Webster's New Universal Unabridged Dictionary, 1996 by Barnes & Noble Books, and Concise Oxford Dictionary - 10th Edition by Oxford University Press.
  92. ^ Purser, John (1995). "The Ship o' the Fiend". Hyperion Records. Retrieved 2021-02-23.

References

    Source: Mainly Norfolk

    The Demon Lover / The House Carpenter

    Roud 14 ; Child 243 ; G/D 2:332 ; Ballad Index C243 ; trad.]

    A.L. Lloyd sang The Demon Lover in 1956 on his and Ewan MacColl’s Riverside anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume IV. Like all of his recordings from this series it was reissued in 2011 on his Fellside CD Bramble Briars and Beams of the Sun. He recorded this ballad again in 1964 on his and Ewan MacColl’s Topic album English and Scottish Folk Ballads. This track is also on the expanded CD reissue of 1996 and on the compilation Classic A.L. Lloyd. Lloyd commented in the album notes:

    In the 17th century a very popular ballad was printed by several broadside publishers, entitled: A Warning for Married Women, being an example of Mrs Jane Reynolds (a West-country woman), born near Plymouth, who, having plighted her troth to a Seaman, was afterwards married to a Carpenter, and at last carried away by a Spirit, the manner how shall be presently recited. To a West-country tune called The Fair Maid of BristolBateman, or John True. Samuel Pepys had this one in his collection also. It was a longish ballad (32 verses) but a very poor composition made by some hack poet. Perhaps the doggerel writer made his version on the basis of a fine ballad already current among folk singers. Or perhaps the folk singers took the printed song and in the course of passing it from mouth to mouth over the years and across the shires they re-shaped it into something of pride, dignity and terror. Whatever the case, the ballad has come down to us in far more handsome form than Pepys had it. Though very rarely met with nowadays, it was formerly well-known in Scotland as well as in England. For instance, Walter Scott included a good version in his Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (1812 edn.). Generally the Scottish texts are better than the English ones, none of which tell the full story (we have filled out our version by borrowing some stanzas from Scottish sets of the ballad), but none of the Scottish tunes for it are as good those found in the South and West of England. Our present tune was noted by H. E. D. Hammond from Mrs Russell of Upway, near Dorchester, Dorset, in 1907. Cecil Sharp considered it “one of the finest Dorian airs” he had seen. Dr Vaughan Williams made a splendid choral setting of the opening verses of this ballad, which he called The Lover’s Ghost.

    The Watson Family sang this song as The House Carpenter in 1963 on their Folkways album The Doc Watson Family and Hedy West sang it on her 1966 Topic album of Appalachian Ballads, Pretty Saro. She commented in the sleeve notes:

    This is the commonest collected version of The Demon Lover (James Harris) in the United States. The oldest known printed version is entitled A Warning for Married Women in which the “heroine” is identified as Mrs. Jane Reynolds, born near Plymouth. The date of the broadside is 1685. A.L. Lloyd says it was almost surely in oral tradition long before that. In the original British forms the returning lover was a ghost who wreaks a terrible revenge on the girl who wouldn’t be faithful to his memory. This is on of the first songs Grandma and [grand uncle] Gus remember hearing their mother sing.

    Sweeney’s Men sang The House Carpenter in 1968 on their eponymous first Transatlantic album, Sweeney’s Men.

    LaRena Clark sang The House Carpenter in 1969 on her Topic album A Canadian Garland: Folksongs from the Province of Ontario.

    Pentangle sang The House Carpenter in 1969 on their third Transatlantic album, Basket of Light.

    Cyril Tawney sang The Carpenter’s Wife in 1969 on his Polydor album The Outlandish Knight: Traditional Ballads from Devon and Cornwall.

    Steeleye Span recorded Demon Lover in 1975 with quite different but related verses for their seventh album, Commoners Crown.

    The Wassailers sang The Demon Lover in 1978 on their Fellside album Wassailers.

    Peter Bellamy sang this song as The Housecarpenter on his 1979 album Both Sides Then. He commented on his sources:

    This version learned from a recording of the Watson family of Deep Gap, North Carolina, with additional verses from a forgotten source.

    Nic Jones sang Demon Lover in a live performance from the late 1960s that was included in 2006 on his Topic CD Game Set Match.

    Brian Peters sang The Demon Lover in 1985 on his Fellside album Persistence of Memory and in 2008 on his album of Child ballads, Songs of Trial and Triumph.

    Ed Rennie sang Little House Carpenter in 2004 on his Fellside CD Narrative.

    Martin Simpson sang The House Carpenter in 2005 on his Topic album Kind Letters.

    Emily Portman sang The Demon Lover in ca. 2005 as the title track of The Devil’s Interval’s EP At Our Next Meeting, and in 2014 on The Furrow Collective’s album At Our Next Meeting. She commented in the latter’s sleeve notes:

    A.L. Lloyd gives me goose bumps in his version of this 17th century ballad. I’ve since heard many beguiling variants but I always return to this one for its poetic turns of phrase and eerie tune (collected from Mrs Russell of Upway, Dorset). It may have started out as a moral tale but I like the ambiguity of this retelling.

    This video shows The Furrow Collective at The Glad Cafe in Glasgow on February 22, 2014:

    Cara recorded The House Carpenter for their 2007 album In Between Times and on their 2008 DVD In Full Swing—Live. They comment in their sleeve notes:

    This is a haunting version of an old ballad which has been done by many singers including Bob Dylan. It is also called James Harris or The Demon Lover (Child coll. #243) and dates back to a song by London-based ballad writer Laurence Price in 1657. The original title was A Warning for Married Women and is based on the story of Mrs. Jane Reynolds, “a West-Country Woman, born near Plymouth; who having plighted her troth to a Sea-man, was afterwards Married to a Carpenter, and last carried away by a Spirit…” It has everything a good ballad needs: a lovely lady, a husband, a lover, ships, heartbreak, death and the devil—what more can you ask for? Sandra found this version on an album by Mick McAuley.

    Frankie Armstrong sang Demon Lover on her 2008 Fellside CD Encouragement.

    Alasdair Roberts sang The Daemon Lover in 2010 on his CD Too Long in This Condition.

    Jon Boden sang The House Carpenter as the May 22, 2011 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. He noted in his blog:

    Learnt this recently—I’m a bit torn whether to use the ‘sinking’ verse or not as I quite like the ‘what hills’ verses being more abstract—more like he’s an actual demon taking her directly to Hell. I’ve left it in for now though.

    Lyrics

    A.L. Lloyd sings The Demon Lover Steeleye Span’s Demon Lover
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Long time I have been absent from thee.
    I am lately come from the salt sea
    And it’s all for the sake, my love, of thee.”“I have three ships all on the sea
    And by one of them has brought me to land.
    I’ve four and twenty seamen on board
    And you shall have music at your command.”

    She says, “I am now wed to a ship’s carpenter,
    To a ship carpenter I am bound.
    And I wouldn’t leave my husband dear
    For twice the sum of ten hundred pound.”

    “Well I might have a king’s daughter,
    And fain she would have married me.
    But I forsook her crown of gold
    And it was all for the sake, my love, of thee.”

    “So I pray you leave your husband, dear,
    And sail away with me.
    And I’ll take you where the white lilies grow
    All on the banks of Italy.”

    “And this ship wherein my love shall sail
    Is wondrous to behold.
    The sails shall be of shining silk
    And the mast shall be of red beaten gold.”

    So she dressed herself in her gay clothing
    Most glorious to behold,
    And as she trod the salt water’s side
    Oh she shone like glittering gold.

    They hadn’t sailed a day and a day
    And a day but barely three,
    She cast herself down on the deck
    And she wept and wailed most bitterly.

    “Oh hold your tongue, my dearest dear,
    Let all your sorrows be.
    I’ll take you where the white lilies grow
    All on the bottom of the sea.”

    And as she turned herself roundabout,
    So tall and tall he seemed to be,
    Until the tops of that gallant ship
    No taller were than he.

    And he struck the topmast with his hand,
    The main mast with his knee,
    And he broke that shining ship in two
    And he dashed it into the bottom of the sea.

    “Where have you been, my long lost love,
    This seven long years and more?”
    “Seeking gold for thee, my love,
    And riches of great store.”“I might have married a king’s daughter
    Far, far beyond the sea.
    But I refused the golden crown
    All for the love of thee.”

    “What have you to keep me with
    If I with you should go?
    If I forsake my husband dear
    And my young son also?”

    Chorus:
    >𝄆 I’ll show you where the white lilies grow
    On the banks of Italy,
    I’ll show you where the white fishes swim
    At the bottom of the sea. 𝄇

    “Seven ships all on the sea,
    The eighth brought me to land,
    With four and twenty mariners
    And music on every hand.”

    She set her foot upon the ship,
    No mariners could behold.
    The sails were of the shining silk,
    The masts of beaten gold.

    Chorus

    “What are yon high, high hills
    The sun shines sweetly in?”
    “Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
    Where you will never win.”

    Chorus

    “What is that mountain yonder there
    Where evil winds do blow?”
    “Yonder’s the mountain of hell,” he cried,
    “Where you and I must go.”

    He took her up to the top mast high
    To see what he could see.
    He sunk the ship in a flash of fire
    To the bottom of the sea.

    Chorus

    Peter Bellamy sings The Housecarpenter Jon Boden sings The House Carpenter
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Well met, well met,” says he,
    “I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
    And it’s all for the love of thee.”
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Well met, well met,” cried he,
    “I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
    And it’s all for the love of thee.
    “So come in, come in, oh my own true love,
    And have a seat with me.
    It’s been three-fourths of a long long year
    Since together we have been.”
    “Oh I can’t come in nor I won’t sit down,
    For I have but a moment’s time.
    For they say you are married to a house carpenter
    So your heart would never be mine.
    “And yet I could have married some king’s daughter fair,
    And she would have married me,
    But I forsaked her crowns of gold
    And it’s all for the love of thee.
    “Oh I could have married the king’s daughter dear
    And she would have married me,
    But I have refused the crown of gold
    And it’s all for the love of thee.”
    “If you could have married the king’s daughter dear
    I’m sure you are to blame,
    For I am married to the house carpenter
    And he is a fine young man.”
    “So it’s won’t you forsake on your house carpenter
    And come along with me?
    I’ll take you where the grass grows green
    On the banks of Italy.”
    “Oh, if you’ll forsake your house carpenter
    And come along with me,
    I’ll take you to where the grass grows green
    On the banks of Italy.”
    “If I forsake my house carpenter
    And come along with thee,
    Oh, what have you got to maintain me upon
    And to keep me from slavery?”
    “Oh, I’ve six ships sailing on the salt sea,
    A-sailing from dry land,
    And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
    Shall be at your command.”
    So she’s lifted up her little young son
    And kisses she’s gave it three, saying,
    “Stay right here my darling little babe
    And keep your papa company.”
    She picked up her poor wee babe
    And kisses she gave him three,
    Saying, “Stay right here with the house carpenter
    And keep him company.”
    Oh, she picked up her poor wee babe
    And kisses she gave him three,
    Saying, “Stay right here with the house carpenter
    And keep him company.”
    Now they’d not been on board above two weeks,
    I’m sure it was not three,
    When his true love began to weep and moan
    And she wept most bitterly.
    They had not been two weeks at sea,
    I’m sure it was not three,
    When this poor maid began to weep
    And she wept most bitterly.
    “Are you weeping for your silver and your gold?
    Are you weeping for your store?
    Or are you weeping for your house carpenter
    Whose face you’ll never see no more?”
    “Oh do you weep for your gold,” he said,
    “Your houses, your land, or your store?
    Or do you weep for your house carpenter
    That you never shall see no more?”
    Oh, a curse, a curse on the sailor she cried,
    Yes a curse, a curse she swore,
    “You’ve robbed me of my little young son
    So I never shall see him no more!”
    “I do not weep for my gold,” she said,
    “My houses, my land, or my store.
    But I do weep for my poor wee babe
    That I shall never see more.”
    They had not been three weeks at sea,
    I’m sure it was not four,
    When in their ship there sprang a leak
    And she sank to the ocean floor.
    “Oh what hills, what hills art those, my love,
    Those hills that shine like gold?”
    “Those are the hill of Heaven, my love,
    Where you and I can’t go.”
    “What hills, what hills are those, my love,
    That are so bright and free?”
    “Oh, those are the hill of Heaven, my love,
    But they’re not for you and me.”
    “And what hills, what hills art those, my love,
    Those hills so dark and cold?”
    “Those are the hill of Hell, my love,
    Where you and I must go.”
    “What hills, what hills, are those, my love,
    That are so dark and low?”
    “Oh, those are the hills of Hell, my love,
    Where you and I must go.”
    Now they’d not been on board above three weeks,
    I’m sure it was not four,
    Before there came a leak in the ship
    And she sunk and the never rose more.

    Performances, Workshops, Resources & Recordings

    The American Folk Experience is dedicated to collecting and curating the most enduring songs from our musical heritage.  Every performance and workshop is a celebration and exploration of the timeless songs and stories that have shaped and formed the musical history of America. John Fitzsimmons has been singing and performing these gems of the past for the past forty years, and he brings a folksy warmth, humor and massive repertoire of songs to any occasion. 

    Festivals & Celebrations Coffeehouses School Assemblies Library Presentations Songwriting Workshops Artist in Residence House Concerts Pub Singing Irish & Celtic Performances Poetry Readings Campfires Music Lessons Senior Centers Voiceovers & Recording

    “Beneath the friendly charisma is the heart of a purist gently leading us from the songs of our lives to the timeless traditional songs he knows so well…”

     

    Globe Magazine

    Join Fitz at The Colonial Inn

    “The Nobel Laureate of New England Pub Music…”

    Scott Alaric

    Adventures in the Modern Folk Underground

    On the Green, in Concord, MA Every Thursday Night for over thirty years…

    “A Song Singing, Word Slinging, Story Swapping, Ballad Mongering, Folksinger, Teacher, & Poet…”

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    Songcatcher Rag

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    & Writings

    Songs, poems, essays, reflections and ramblings of a folksinger, traveler, teacher, poet and thinker…

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    “A Masterful weaver of song whose deep, resonant voice rivals the best of his genre…”

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    The Fisher

    To cast far is to cast well. I’ve always believed that the biggest fish are just beyond my range and lie in dark water I could never swim to. But experience is the wisdom that has me now casting closer to shore, nearest the reeds and overgrowth — a subtleness geared...

    The March Snow

    An early March snow brought down all these branches Cracking and crashing throughout a long night, Piling them impatiently in the yard Like jacksticks in a child’s messy room. The stepladder I used to rake the ridge Stands like an awkward sculpture draped in white...

    Evolution

    The coyotes and fisher cats seem intent on striking some new deal with each other to toy with our fears in this gentleman's wilderness— patches of dense woods dotted with overgrown fields, riven and intersected by highways, powerlines and quiet, suburban...

    The Mystery in the Cradle

    This picture is from Christmas eleven years ago when Tommy was only two weeks old, and now all of them—and Gio and Pipo--are playing charades or some such game in the dining room, shouting and laughing at each other's miscues and fortifying another enduring memory...

    Garden Woman

    I woke today and had my tea
    and at the window spent the morning:
    the same scene I’ve seen so many times
    is each day freshly born;
    from the ground I turn each spring and fall
    come the flowers sweetly blooming;
    you disappear among the weeds—
    you are the garden woman.

    Raccoon Welcome

    Welcome

    Writing Iambic Dimeter Poetry

    I am sitting here realizing how hard it is to ask you--a bunch of fifteen-year-old boys--to write iambic dimeter poetry, a form of poetry that is more or less ignored nowadays. I (literally) played around for a couple of hours penning these poems, which are at least...

    Goathouse

    Goat house In reaching for the scythe I’m reminded of the whetstone and the few quick strokes by which it was tested-- the hardness of hot August; the burning of ticks off dog backs. It’s winter now in this garage made barn, and the animals seem only curious that I’d...

    The Inn

    Every Thursday, for some thirty years, I have been spending this same time each week wrapping up the loose ends of the day before heading down to the inn to play to whomever and whatever shows up. Tonight looks like a fun night: Maroghini will be with me for his last...

    Guns, Me, and Rural America

         Sometimes I start writing without knowing where I stand—unsure of even where I stand. I have to trust some innate wisdom or audacity will cull through the bullshit we are all heir to in what Hamlet laments is “this earthly coil” we are forced to face when we wake...

    The Next Time Around

            I wonder what the years have really taught me about writing and music. I have gotten so used to preaching and teaching that I am a bit looped by the thought of writing—as in how I wrote before (or how I will claim I wrote) before settling into this somewhat...

    China Journal: Part One

    I           The dull staccato throb in light rain on a dark night. Unseen barges make their way up the QianTian River—concrete shores marked by the arch of the bridge, the spans of beam stretched on beam, the impeccable symmetry of the street-lights broken by a stream...

    The Night Music

    The house is quiet earlier than usual. I can hear Margaret playing her guitar and singing in her bedroom—door closed as she would have it, but still beautiful to hear. It reminds me of Kaleigh when she was younger singing her heart out, as if the world didn't really...

    The Litter in Concord

    I have been following a Facebook thread about the movement in my beloved hometown of Concord to ban plastic water bottles, plastic bags and styrofoam cups. I am trying to discern whether or not my initial responses are pure and true and not simply reactionary and...

    A Hard Sell

         As a teacher, I am tired of the word blog, probably because the word “blogging” is incredibly limiting and myopic, especially for someone whose teaching is centered around an online curriculum with blogs front and center on my academic table. I sat through a...

    Get Back in the Game

    Out on the back porch, not as cold as earlier today, waiting for the storm to arrive in a few hours--curious if I will get that call at 2:00 AM to head out and plow the Concord streets. Most of me hopes for the call; another side of me wants a day stuck at home,...

    Pruning

    These trees have driven so many friends batty, wedged in unstable crotches, embracing hollow, heart-rotted limbs, reaching tentatively, maddened with indecision. From a distance your gestures are very lobsterlike— waving a last embattled claw, as if dueling some...

    No Dad To Come Home To

    Rain’s falling outside of Boston—
    Thank God I’m not working tonight.
    I’ve got six of my own,
    And a stepdaughter at home,
    And a momma keeping things right.
    I wonder if they’re at the table
    With their puzzles, their papers and pens?
    When I get off the highway
    And pull in that driveway,
    Will they run to the window again?

    Searching for an Alibi

    Here I am out on the road again
    and it feels longer than it was back then;
    when I was younger, man, it saw me through—
    now it don’t do
    what I want it to—

    Too ra loo ra loo ra lady I—
    I’m just out searching for an alibi
    Too ra loo ra loo ra lady I
    I’m just out searching for an alibi.

    Ready. Set. Go.

    Who forgets to rinse his hair? Me, I guess, for that was the start of my day. I smelled something like coconut oil on my way to school, and then I realized, dang, my hair is still pretty wet. Wet with hair conditioner. And then I get sot school all coconutty smelling...

    Thanksgiving

    I am surprised sometimes by the suddenness of November: beauty abruptly shed to a common nakedness— grasses deadened by hoarfrost, persistent memories of people I’ve lost. It is left to those of us dressed in the hard barky skin of experience to insist on a decorum...

    The Emperor’s New Clothes

    "But he hasn't got anything on!" the whole town cried out at last. The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they were right. But he thought, "This procession has got to go on." So he walked more proudly than ever, as his noblemen held high the train that wasn't there at...

    Mum…

    Very jealous today of all the folks I see spending time with their respective moms--and sad for those who can't and for those whose wives were taken from their families too early in life... This is my remmebrance of my "mum" who died several years ago.       I ran...

    Know Thyself…

    Writing a Metacognition Know Thyself… Explore, Assess, Reflect & Rethink If we don’t learn from what we do, we learn little of real value. If we don’t make the time to explore, reflect and rethink our ways of doing things we will never grow, evolve and reach our...

    Out of the Forge: April 6, 2017

    Some nights I feel like I am singing in a mall. Tonight--in a fun way--it felt a bit like I walked into the Natick mall at Christmas time and pulled out my guitar in front of the Apple store and started to play, but like every night down at the inn it evolved into a...

    When the same thing happens again

    I wonder if God is testing me, giving Me some affable warning Or, perhaps, a more Stern rebuke, replaying A foolish mistake, Rehashing and reminding me Of a harsher possibility. It is only a small 10 mm wrench tightening A loose bolt on the throttle body, slipping...

    Close Your Eyes and See

          A lot of things in life fall short of the mark, but thoughtfulness has never let me down. For some forty years I have faithfully kept journals of the wanderings of my mind—most of which is lost in some way or another, but the effect hangs on like a sailor...

    Nurture Passion

    How about we all take the bull by the horns and make this blog thing work! Your job this week is to do something with your blog that is powered by the passion that is in you. Passion is the one thing you have some control over. There are plenty of smarter, more...

    Waiting for a Poem

      It’s not like a poem to come curl by my feet on this morning too beautiful to describe, though I am looking and listening and waiting: A rooster crows above the low hum of morning traffic; the trash truck spills air from brakes and rattles empties into bins; my...

    Grandma’s Words

    In the beginning was the word... ~Genesis       We do not live in Grandma’s world of words, and neither did grandma live in her grandma’s world of words and on and on and so on in a downwards devolution through untold millennia. From primal grunts, whistles and...

    New Ways

    Time for a change. Feeling it in a lot of ways. After months of steady workouts, I’ve been finding too many convenient ways to let the day slip by. Still feel better than I have in years, but the days seem to have got the best of me. Excuses, procrastination and...

    Hallows Lake

    Foreward Thanks for taking a look at this "work in progress. It originally started out as an experimental one-man play. Maybe it still will be. Later I thought of making it into a novel, but it's hard to see it happening as there is (intentionally) no real plot, and...

    Last of the Boys

    Come on over here
    and I’ll buy the next round:
    cold beer and some shooters
    for the boys on the town;
    Darby ain’t drinkin’
    so let’s live it up
    ‘cause he’ll drive us all home
    in his company truck

    Jesus Christ, Jimmy,
    man you say that you’re well;
    I say we drive into Boston
    and stir up some hell;
    put a cap on the weekend,
    a stitch in the night,
    watch the Pats play on Sunday
    and the welterweight fight.

    That’s all she wrote boys,
    there ain’t any more;
    that’s why we’re standing here;
    that’s what it’s for.
    That’s why we all go on working all day
    busting our ass for short pay:
    ~Hey…

    The Inn

            I realized that in all my years of writing and journal keeping, I seldom, if ever, write about "The Inn," which is and has been, the biggest and most enduring constant in my life for the past thirty plus years. Every Thursday night I load up my car, truck, bus...

    Joshua Sawyer

    I doubt I’d ever have taken this road
    had I known how fallen it really was
    to disrepair: driving comically,
    skirting ruts and high boulders, grimacing
    at every bang on the oil pan.
    I tell you it’s the old road to Wendell —
    that they don’t make them like this anymore.

    Practice Doing

    Someday, someone might fire you for not doing what you should have done.    There are some days when a teacher might wonder whether it is worth giving the extra effort if the students are not giving the extra effort. I am lucky--and cursed--that I get to live and...

    Molting

    I am always molting; leaving my hollowed skin in awkward places, scaring people and making them jump. They touch me and think I’m real; then laugh and say things like “What a riot.” I’m tired of this changing of skins. I’d rather stumble on myself and be fooled; and...

    Canobie lake

    Going to Canobie Lake is always the turning point of the year for me. It is like some primal signal that It is time to turn away from the school year and towards the future.  Obviously, it is my hope that you learned some useful skills this year, but, more...

    The Fallacy of Philanthropy

    There are thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one striking at the root. ~Henry David Thoreau     I just spent a long day deconstructing our backyard. EJ sold his alpacas, and so our fenced in pasture and barn can now return to its suburban origins as a shed...

    Me & God

            I am not done with God, nor God with me. I remain obsessed with the notion of the unmoved mover who set the pattern of creation into its initial motion. I stubbornly try to trace my existence back to some infinite beginning—so much so that I loathe the...

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