Huntley Town

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A bothy ballad favourite among Scots Travellers, it was sung by Jimmy McBeath to Alan Lomax in 1953. We adopted the song because it was sung at bedtimes to James by his father. Again it has many versions, but the one which stuck in our minds was from Alasdair Roberts, which seemed dark yet hopeful. Our distorted lyrics have undergone another round of pass-the-message; the (dis)advantage of learning from a recording.

lyrics

As I came in by Huntley Town one morning for to feed
I met with Bogey of Lenny and with him I did agree
To bide his two best horses the harrow and the plough
And do anything about the farm that I very well should know

Now Bogey had a daughter dear, her name was Isabelle
She was the fairest in the vale, I’m sure I loved her well
And when she went a-walking she took me as her guide
Down by the banks of the Lenny to watch the small fishes glide

So I put my arms all around her waist and her feet from her did slide
It’s there she took her will of me down by Lenny waterside
She swore she’d never tell of me and the wild birds wouldn’t tell
My lily of the valley, my red rose down in the dell

Now when nine months had gone and past this lassie lost her bloom
The red rose fell down from her cheeks and her eyes began to swoon
Twas just before the harvest time when Bogey sent for me
He said his eyes as black as night, it is you I wish to see

If what my daughter says is true we no longer shall agree
And its down the road you’ll right now and not a penny of your fee
Says I’m a man you’re fairly right and I hung my head in shame
But I’ll marry her tomorrow morn and I’ll give to her my name

So I took my young son in my arms and much joy to him I’ll bring
And maybe he’ll mean as much to me as the young girl that I adore

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from Far From The Tree, released September 23, 2016

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TEYR London, UK

Folk trio TEYR evolved out of London’s thriving session scene, combining bothy ballads, focsle shanties, folk tunes and Irish poetry. Their unique blend of voices and instruments draws links between the many sounds of the Celtic and British isles.

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