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Continuing our sequence of Luna-orchestrated British folk songs. This one is probably Scottish in origin, dating back to at least 1766 when it was published in a song book, but probably older.
It's essentially just a song about the weather and seasons. But it's couched in beautiful imagery of a magical courtship, complete with archaic flower names.
Hope you like it.
Rebsie: vocals
Daniel: cello and orchestration
It's essentially just a song about the weather and seasons. But it's couched in beautiful imagery of a magical courtship, complete with archaic flower names.
Hope you like it.
Rebsie: vocals
Daniel: cello and orchestration
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Lyrics
words and tune traditional
Proud Maisrie stands in her bower door
As slim as a willow wand
When by there come a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand, his hand
A red rose in his hand
Oh you shall have my rose fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's yard
I'll make a gown for thee, for thee
I'll make a gown for thee
Your dress shall be the smelling thyme
And your petticoat camowine
And your apron of the celandine
Come kiss sweetheart and join, and join
Come kiss sweetheart and join
Your feet I'll shoe with yon red rue
That grows in the garden fine
And I'll line them with the tapetan
So join your love with mine, with mine
So join your love with mine
Since you have made a gown for me
Among the summer flowers
So I will make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers, showers
Among the winter showers
The milk-white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat
With a wind gale at your breast, your breast
A wind gale at your breast
The horse that you shall ride upon
Shall be the winter gale
And I'll bridle him with the northern blast
And a few sharp showers of hail, of hail
A few sharp showers of hail
The bonnet that's upon your head
Shall be the southren grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away, away
I'll wish you were away
Proud Maisrie stands in her bower door
As slim as a willow wand
When by there come a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand, his hand
A red rose in his hand
Oh you shall have my rose fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's yard
I'll make a gown for thee, for thee
I'll make a gown for thee
Your dress shall be the smelling thyme
And your petticoat camowine
And your apron of the celandine
Come kiss sweetheart and join, and join
Come kiss sweetheart and join
Your feet I'll shoe with yon red rue
That grows in the garden fine
And I'll line them with the tapetan
So join your love with mine, with mine
So join your love with mine
Since you have made a gown for me
Among the summer flowers
So I will make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers, showers
Among the winter showers
The milk-white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat
With a wind gale at your breast, your breast
A wind gale at your breast
The horse that you shall ride upon
Shall be the winter gale
And I'll bridle him with the northern blast
And a few sharp showers of hail, of hail
A few sharp showers of hail
The bonnet that's upon your head
Shall be the southren grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away, away
I'll wish you were away





























































































Peter Bauckham
the arrangement is excellent - as is your voice. The production and mix seems just right too - never sounding cluttered - nicely atmospheric and subtle.
Peter