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a. Stall-copy, Pitts, Seven Dials, Logan’s Pedlar’s Pack, p. 45. b. Long’s Dictionary of the Isle of Wight Dialect, p. 145. c. Christie, Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 238, compounded from the recitation of an old woman of Buckie, Banffshire, and a chap-book copy. d. Baring-Gould and Sheppard, Songs of the West, No 64, Part III, p. 24, Part IV, p. xxxi, taken down from James Olver, Launceston (an improved copy). e. Buchan’s MSS, II, 390, 414. f. Motherwell’s MS., p. 392, and Note-Book, p. 50, from the recitation of Agnes Lyle, 24th August, 1825. g. Macmath MS., p. 80, from the recitation of Miss Agnes Macmath, 1893; learned at Airds of Kells, Kirkcudbrightshire.
1
‘I have a ship in the North Countrie,
And she goes by the name of The Golden Vanity;
I’m afraid she will be taken by some Turkish gallee,
As she sails on the Low Lands Low.’
2
Then up starts our little cabin-boy,
Saying, Master, what will you give me if I do them destroy?
‘I will give you gold, I will give you store,
You shall have my daughter when I return on shore,
If ye sink them in the Low Lands Low.’
3
The boy bent his breast and away he jumpt in;
He swam till he came to this Turkish galleon,
As she laid on the Low Lands Low.
4
The boy he had an auger to bore holes two at twice;
While some were playing cards, and some were playing dice,
He let the water in, and it dazzled in their eyes,
And he sunk them in the Low Lands Low.
5
The boy he bent his breast and away he swam back again,
Saying, Master take me up, or I shall be slain,
For I have sunk them in the Low Lands Low.
6
‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master he cried;
‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master replied;
‘I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide,
I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.’
7
The boy he swam round all by the starboard-side;
They laid him on the deck, and it’s there he soon died;
Then they sewed him up in an old cow’s-hide,
And they threw him overboard, to go down with the tide,
And they sunk him in the Low Lands Low.
A.
Sir Walter Raleigh sailing in the Low-lands: Shewing how the famous ship called The Sweet Trinity was taken by a false gally, and how it was again restored by the craft of a little sea-boy, who sunk the galley: as the following song will declare. To the tune of The Sailing of the Low-land.
(End.) This may be printed. R. L. S. (Sir R. L’Estrange was licenser from 1663 to 1685.)
Printed for J. Conyers at the Black-Raven, the first shop in Fetter-Lane next Holborn. (J. Conyers, 1682-91. Chappell.)
a.
71. at somt dice.
B. a.
81. Oh.
b.
The variations are but trifling.
7.
And awa, and awa, and awa swam he,
Till he swam up to.
82. He just took out a gimlet and bored sixty holes and thrice.
92. But they couldna run awa from the saltwater drops.
10.
Then awa, and awa, and awa swam he,
Till he swam back to.
121. I’ll na: rope, I’ll na.
122. I’ll na: unto thee: my word.
13.
An ye na throw me oer a rope an ye na pull me up aboard,
I’ll just sink ye.
142. And they proved unto him as good as their word.
c.
1
There was an auncient ship, and an auncient ship was she,
Eee eedle ee, in the Lowlands so low
And the name of the ship was The Golden Vanitie.
As she sailed from the Lowlands so low
2
She had not sailed a league, no, not a league but three,
Until that shee spied a French galley.
3
‘It’s master, O master, what’ll ye gie me,
If I go and sink yon French galley?’
4
O then said the master, I will gie till ye
The half of my lands in the South Countrie.
5
‘It’s I’ll gie ye meat, and I’ll gie ye fee,
And my eldest daughter your bride for to be.’
6
‘It’s wrap me up tight in a gude bull’s-skin,
And throw me over deck-board, sink I or swim.’
7
So they wrapt him tight in a gude bull’s-skin,
And they’ve thrown him over deck-board, sink he or swim.
8
And about, and about, and about went he,
Until that he came to the French galley.
9
It’s some were playing at cards, and some were playing at dice,
But he struck her with an instrument, bored thirty holes at twice.
10
Some ran wi hats, and some ran wi caps,
All for to stop the salt-waters draps.
As they, etc.
31, 41. oh, Oh.
d.
1
There was an ancient ship, and an ancient ship was she,
Italy and the Lowlands low
And her name it was The Golden Vanity.
As she sailed for the Lowlands low
2
She had not sailed a mile, a mile but barely three,
When she hove in sight of a French galley.
3
Up spak the prentice-boy; What’ll ye gie me,
If I gang and sink yon French galley?
As she sails, etc.
4
Up spak the captain; What’ll I gie ye,
. . . . . . . .
As she sails, etc.
5 forgotten.
6
‘It’s row me up in a tough bull’s-skin,
And throw me overboard, let me sink or swim.’
As we sail, etc.
7
They’ve rowed him up tight in a tough bull’s-skin,
And they’ve thrown him overboard, let him sink or swim.
As they sailed, etc.
8
Then about, and about, and about went he,
Until that he reached that French galley.
As she sailed, etc.
9
. . . . . . . . .
And three-score holes he scuttled in a trice.
As she sailed, etc.
10
‘Now throw me owre a rope and pull me up on board,
And prove unto me as gude as yere word.’
As we sail, etc.
11
‘I’ll not throw ye owre a rope, nor pull ye up on board,
Nor prove unto ye as guid as my word.’
As we sail, etc.
12
‘Throw me owre a rope and pull me up on board,
Or I’ll do to ye as I did the French galley.’
As she sailed, etc.
13
Then they threw him owre a rope and pulled him up on board,
And proved unto him far better than their word.
As they sailed, etc.
e.
1
O she was an English ship, an an English ship was she,
Hey diddie dee for the Lowlands low
And her name it was The Golden Victorie.
As she sailed for the Lowlands low.
2
. . . . . . . .
And she fell in wi a French galee.
As she sailed, etc.
3
‘O what’ll ye gie me, captain, what’ll ye gie me,
If I go an sink yon French galee?’
As she sails, etc.
4
‘O I’ll gie thee goud, an I’ll gie thee fee,
An my eldest daughter your wife shall be.’
As we sail, etc.
5
‘Then wrap me up tight in tough bull-hide,
An to sink or swim ye’ll pitch me ower the side.’
As we sail, etc.
6
They wrapt him up tight in tough bull-hide,
An to sink or swim they pitchd him ower the side,
As they sailed, etc.
7
He swam, an he swam, an he better swam,
Until he to the French galley cam.
As she sailed, etc.
8
O some were playin cards, an some were playin dice,
But he struck her wi an auger thirty three and thrice.
As she sailed, etc.
9
Aboot, an aboot, an aboot went she,
Until she cam to the bottom of the sea.
As she sailed, etc.
f.
Sir Walter Scott’s recollections here seem not trustworthy, and of this he was himself aware.
1
The George-a-Low eame down the strait,
Hey low and the Lowlands so low
And she will be lost, both vessel and freight,
For the chasing of a French galerie O
5
‘Row me in a good bull-skin,
And fling me overboard, for to sink or to swim,’
For the sinking of yon French galerie O
6
They row him, etc.
8
Some were playing at cards and dice,
When the sea came gushing in a trice.
For the sinking, etc.
C.
b.
1
Our ship she was called The Golden Vanitie;
We had sailed from our port about miles fifty-three,
When up came with us a Spanish gallee,
To sink us in the Lowlands low.
2
Our master wrung his hands, but our little cabin-boy
Said, What will you give me, master, if I do them destroy?
‘Oh I will give you gold, and my daughter too, with joy,
If you sink them,’ etc.
3
The boy gave a nod, and then jumped into the sea,
And he swam till he came to the Spanish gallee;
He climbed up aboard, and below to work went he,
To sink them, etc.
4
For this boy he had an auger that bored twenty holes in twice,
And while some were playing cards, and some were playing dice,
Through the bottom of the ship he bored it in a trice,
And he sunk them, etc.
5
The galley she went down, but the boy swam back again,
Crying, Master, pick me up, or I shall soon be slain;
Pray heave to me a rope, or I shall sink in the main;
For I’ve sunk them, etc.
6
‘I will not pick you up,’ the master loudly cried,
‘I will not heave a rope,’ the master he replied;
‘I will kill you, I will sink you, I will leave you in the tide,
I will sink you,’ etc.
7
The boy he swam around the ship from side to side,
But he could not get aboard, so he sank, and he died,
And they left him where he was, to go down with the tide;
So they sunk him, etc.
c.
1
There was a good ship from the North Countrie,
Sailing low in the Lowlands low
There was, etc.
And that ship’s name was The Golden Vanity.
Sailing low in the Lowlands, low in the sea,
Sailing low in the Lowlands low
The master said, I fear for my good ship Vanity,
Oh, I fear for my good ship, The Golden Vanity,
That she will be taken by the pirate Targalley,
As she sails in, etc.
22
‘Oh, master, good master, what will you give me
If I sink yon Targalley low in the sea?’
10 stanzas.
d.
1
A ship I have got in the North Country,
And she goes by the name of The Golden Vanity;
O I fear she’ll be taken by a Spanish Galalie,
As she sails by the Lowlands low.
8 stanzas.
e. Buchan; MSS, II, 390.
1
Our ship sailed to the North Country,
Sing, How the Lowlands lo[w]
Our ship sailed on to the North Countrie,
And the name o her was The Gold Pinnatree,
She was as fine a vessel as ever sailed the sea,
And she sails by the Lowlands lo[w]
2
We hadna sailed leagues but only three,
Till the captain from the maindeck fixed an ee;
He spied a lofty frigate was sailing closely tee,
And her name was The French Gallio.
3
Then out it speaks the pilot, by the mainyard did stand,
Says, O my pretty boys, we are all undone;
We must prepare to fight or be sunk to the sand,
For yonder comes the French gallio.
4
Then spoke the little cabin-boy, [where stood he,]
Said, O my loving master, what will ye gie me
And I will sink this proud Gallio in the sea,
And I will sink the French gallio?
5
‘I will gie you gold, boy, and I will gie you fee,
Besides a rarer gift that I will give thee;
Ye’se have my eldest daughter your wedded wife to be,
If ye will sink the French gallio.’
6
The boy bent his breast, and away swam he,
And took a bold venture thro the stormy sea,
And cam close by his enemy, as sly as he could be,
It was to sink the French gallio.
7
Some there were at cards, and some there were at dice,
But the little cabin-boy was at the best device,
He was sinking the French gallio in the sea,
He was sinking the French gallio.
8
This boy had a case o fine instruments,
He ca’d fifty holes, and drove them a’ at once,
And he soon sank the French gallio in the sea,
And he soon sank the French gallio.
9
Then the boy bent his breast, and back swam he,
Till that he cam to The Gold Pinnatree;
Says, Now, my loving master, what will ye gie me?
For I have sunk the French gallio.
10
‘Now give to me my gold, master, [give to me my fee,]
Or give to me the other rare gifts ye promised me;
It was your eldest daughter, my wedded wife to be;
For the sinking o the French gallio.’
11
‘Ye shall have no gold, boy, ye shall have no fee;
I wadna ware my daughter on ony such as thee;
For as you’ve done to her, boy, so wad you do to me,
By the sinking o the French [gallio].’
12
Then they put out their long-boat and catched him by the side,
And rowed him into ane auld cow’s-hide,
And tossed him overboard, to float on the tide,
For sinking the French gallio.
Gallio may be surmised to be properly galley O.
The other copy in Buchan’s MSS, II, 414, is only the foregoing a little retouched or regulated. It has throughout Gallolee for Gallio. The first line of the burden is, Sing, Low, the Lowlands low.
41. where stood he.
63. could dee.
101. give to me my fee.
f.
1
I spied a ship, and a ship was she,
Sing, Oh, the low and the Lowlands low
And she was called the Turkish Galley,
She was sailing in the Lowlands, low, low, low,
She was sailing in the Lowlands low.
2
‘Master, master, what wud ye gie me
Gin I wud sink yon Turkish galley?
She’s sailing, etc.’
3
‘I’ll gie you gold, I’ll gie you fee,
Gin ye wud sink yon Turkish galley,
That is sailing,’ etc.
4
He bent his breast, and awa swam he,
Till he cam to yon Turkish galley,
That’s sailing, etc.
5
He had an instrument, made for the use,
He bored nine holes in her water-sluice,
Left her sinking, etc.
6
Some took their hats, and some took their caps,
All for to stop her watery leaks.
She was sinking, etc.
7
They took him up by their ship-side,
They sewed him in an auld cow’s-hide,
Left him sinking, etc.
Motherwell sent this copy to C. K. Sharpe in a letter dated October 8, 1825, in which he says: I also send rather a curious song, which perchance you may have seen, entitled ‘The Turkish Galley,’ the air of which pleased me much. But as I learn there are two other different sets of the words more complete than my copy, and with different airs, I shall defer sending the musick till I can send also that which belongs to the other copies.
g.
1
There was a ship of the North Countrie,
And the name of the ship was The Golden Trinitie.
She was sailing in the Lowlands low, low, low,
She was sailing in the Lowlands low.
2
. . . . . . . . . .
And the name of the ship was The Turkish Gallee,
And she was sailing in the Lowlands low, low, low,
She was sailing, etc.
3
‘O captain, O captain,’ said the young cabin-boy,
‘What will you give me if yon ship I do destroy?
And sink her in,’ etc.
4
‘I’ll give you gold, and I’ll give you fee,
And my eldest daughter your wedded wife shall be,
If you sink her in,’ etc.
5
The boy bent his bow, and away swam he,
Until that he came to the Turkish gallee.
She was sailing in, etc.
6
The boy had an auger, right fitted for the use,
And into her bottom he bored a watery sluice.
She is sinking in, etc.
7
The boy bent his bow, and back swam he,
Until that he came to the Golden Trinitie.
She is sailing in, etc.
8
‘O captain, O captain, take me on board,
And O be as good, as good as your word,
For I’ve sunk her in the Lowlands low, low, low,
I’ve sunk,’ etc.
9
They threw him a rope oer the larboard side,
And sewed him up in an auld cow’s-hide,
And threw him out to a fair wind and tide,
And sunk him in, etc.