In
The Time Of The Second Mountain Music Revival- A Songcatcher Classic Song-
"Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies"-Maybelle Carter-Style
As told to Si Lannon
A
YouTube film clip of a classic Song-Catcher-type song from deep in the
mountains, Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies. According to my sources
Cecil Sharpe (a British musicologist in the manner of Francis Child with his
ballads, Charles Seeger, and the Lomaxes, father and son when they headed south
and west to fink the “people’s music”)"discovered" the song in 1916
in Kentucky. Of course my first connection to the song had nothing to do with
the mountains, or mountain origins, or so I though at the time but was heard
the first time long ago in my ill-spent 1960s youth listening to a late Sunday
night folk radio show on WBZ in Boston hosted by Dick Summer (who is featured
on the 2012 Tom Rush documentary No Regrets about Tom’s life in the
early 1960s Boston folk scene) and hearing the late gravelly-voiced folksinger
Dave Van Ronk like some latter-day Jehovah doing his version of the song. I
know the next day I rushed over to the now exiled out in Utah somewhere Allan
Jackson’s house and asked him if he had heard the song the previous night. He
said hell no. This before he became a serious folk aficionado and was still
hung up on some lollipop music that all the neighborhood high school girls were
going crazy over, a bunch of Bobbies, I forget the last names, and so required
some attention if he was to get anywhere with Diana Nelson.
But that was high
school dream stuff so I let it go then. A couple of years later when he was in
college at Boston University he took a date to the long gone Club Nana over in
Harvard Square to hear Dave Von Ronk play and where he did the song. He called
me the next saying that he finally got it. By the way the way that Club Nana
date came about was that his date was crazy for Dave Von Ronk. Some things
never changed. In all quite a bit different from the Maybelle Carter effort
here. I'll say.
[By
the way that “or so I thought” about mountain music later turned out to be not
quite true. My father from coal country Hazard, Kentucky out by the hills and
hollows (I refuse to write “hollas”) and my mother left Boston for a time to go
back to his growing up home to see if they could make a go of it there after
World War II. They could not but that was a separate story while they were
there I was conceived and being carried in my mothers’ womb so it turned out
the damn stuff was in my DNA. Go figure, right.]
COME
ALL YE FAIR AND TENDER LADIES
(A.P. Carter)
(A.P. Carter)
The
Carter Family - 1932
Come
all ye fair and tender ladies
Take
warning how you court young men
They're
like a bright star on a cloudy morning
They
will first appear and then they're gone
They'll
tell to you some loving story
To
make you think that they love you true
Straightway
they'll go and court some other
Oh
that's the love that they have for you
Do
you remember our days of courting
When
your head lay upon my breast
You
could make me believe with the falling of your arm
That
the sun rose in the West
I
wish I were some little sparrow
And
I had wings and I could fly
I
would fly away to my false true lover
And
while he'll talk I would sit and cry
But
I am not some little sparrow
I
have no wings nor can I fly
So
I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow
And
try to pass my troubles by
I
wish I had known before I courted
That
love had been so hard to gain
I'd
of locked my heart in a box of golden
And
fastened it down with a silver chain
Young
men never cast your eye on beauty
For
beauty is a thing that will decay
For
the prettiest flowers that grow in the garden
How
soon they'll wither, will wither and fade away
******
ALTERNATE
VERSION:
Come
all ye fair and tender ladies
Take
warning how you court young men
They're
like a star on summer morning
They
first appear and then they're gone
They'll
tell to you some loving story
And
make you think they love you so well
Then
away they'll go and court some other
And
leave you there in grief to dwell
I
wish I was on some tall mountain
Where
the ivy rocks are black as ink
I'd
write a letter to my lost true lover
Whose
cheeks are like the morning pink
For
love is handsome, love is charming
And
love is pretty while it's new
But
love grows cold as love grows old
And
fades away like the mornin' dew
And
fades away like the mornin' dew
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