Name: Young Hunting
Duration: P00H04M25S
Description: 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. IUnfortunately, I don’t remember where I found the words, though I’ve come across a very similar American text (unattributed) since.

Young Hunting

from Born To Be Mild: 1st Demo Album by David A. Harley

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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. IUnfortunately, I don’t remember where I found the words, though I’ve come across a very similar American text (unattributed) since.

lyrics

Light down, light down my own true love
And stay with me the night
For I have a bed and a fireside too
And a candle that burns so bright.

I can’t light down and I won’t light down
Nor spend the night with thee
For I have a love and a true true love
Would think so ill of me

But he’s bent down from his saddle
To kiss her snowy white cheek
She’s stolen the dagger from out of his belt
And plunged it into him so deep

She’s taken him by his long yellow hair
And the maid’s taken him by the feet
They’ve plunged him into that deep doleful well
Full 20 fathoms deep

And as she’s turned her round to go home
She’s heard some pretty bird sing
Go home, go home you cruel girl
And weep and mourn for him

Fly down, fly down you pretty bird
Fly down and go home with me
And your cage will be made of the glittering gold
And the perch of the best ivory

I can’t fly down and I won’t fly down
And I’ll not go home with thee
For you have slain your own true love
And I’m feared you’ll murder me

I wish I had my bent horn bow
And drawn with a silken string
I surely would shoot that cruel bird
As sits in the briars and sings

I wish you had your bent horn bow
And drawn with a silken string
I surely would fly from vine to vine
And always you’d hear me sing

credits

from Born To Be Mild: 1st Demo Album, released February 1, 2022
Words traditional, arranged and adapted by David A. Harley. Tune, guitar, and vocal by David A. Harley.

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David A. Harley England, UK

David Harley is a former professional musician, administrator, IT security editor, author and researcher, and former much else that is even less impressive. He now lives in Cornwall. More info at whealalice.com