Shirley Collins  『Adieu To Old England』

Shirley Collins 
『Adieu To Old England』 


CD: Fledg'ling Records 
FLED 3023 (1999) 

 

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1. Mistress's Health / Lumps Of Plum Pudding
John Watcham: anglo concertina 

2. Down By The Seaside 
Dolly Collins: flute organ 

3. Chiner's Song 
Terry Potter: mouth organ 

4. Adieu To Old England 

5. Ashen Faggot Wassail 
John Watcham: anglo concertina 
Bill Molan, Geoff Singleton & John Harrington: vocal chorus 

6. I Sing Of A Maiden That Is Makeless 
Dolly Collins: flute organ 

7. The Banks Of The Mossom 
Bill Molan: melodeon 
John Harrington: concertina 
Geoff Singleton: fiddle 

8. The Ram Of Derbish Twon 
Bill Molan, Geoff Singleton & John Harrington: vocals & percussion 

9. Portsmouth 
Terry Potter: mouth organ 
Ian Holder: accordion 

10. Horkstow Grange 
Geoff Singleton: fiddle 
Bill Molan & John Harrington: vocal chorus 

11. Come All You Little Streamers 
Geoff Singleton: fiddle 
Bill Molan: melodeon 
John Harrington: concertina 

12. Spaniards Cry / Sherborne Jig 
John Watcham: anglo concertina 

13. One Night As I Lay On My Bed 
Dolly Collins: flute organ 
Bob Stewart: plucked psaltery 

14. The Death Of Nelson 
Bill Molan, John Harrington & Geoff Singleton: vocal chorus 

15. Coronation Jig 
Albion Morris Men 
John Watcham: anglo concertina 
Simon Nicol: electric guitar 
Roger Swallow: drums 

#2,6,13 Arrangements by Dolly Collins 

Recorded by Derek Tompkins at beck Studios Wellinborough, and Nic Kinsey at Livingstone Studios, London 
Track 15 was recorded at 'The Howff', London, on December 31, 1972 
by Seamus Ewens and Geoff Eade 
Produced by Ashley Hutchings 

Drawings by David Suff reproduced by kind permission of the Very Old Gallery, London 

Issued under exclusive license from Topic Records Ltd 


◆本CDについて◆ 

シャーリー・コリンズ『アデュー・トゥ・オールド・イングランド』。

三つ折りブックレット(6頁)に献辞(Shirley Collins, March 1999)、「Song notes by Shirley Collins, March 1999」、クレジット。

LPは1974年にTopic Recordsからリリースされました(12TS238)。

★★★★★ 


Horkstow Grange


In Horkstow Grange there lived an old miser,
You all do know him as I've heard say.
It's him on his man that was named John Bowlin
They fell out one market day.

Pity them what see him suffer,
Pity poor old Steeleye Span;
John Bowlin's deeds will be remembered;
Bowlin's deeds at Horkstow Grange

With a blackthorn stick old Steeleye struck him,
Oftens had threatened him before;
John Bowlin turned round all in a passion,
Knocked old Steeleye into the floor.

Old Steeleye Span he was felled with John Bowlin,
It happened to be on a market day.
Old Steeleye swore with all his vengeance,
He would swear his life away.


◆シャーリー・コリンズによる楽曲解説より◆ 

「Horkstow Grange 
Collected in 1906 by Percy Grainger from George Gouldthorpe of Barrow -On-Humber. The words were said to have been written by a waggoner who worked at Horkstow Grange, one J S Span. known to his mates as "Old Steeleye", who suffered at the hands of a tyrannical farm foreman - John Bowling. As for his nick-name - well, the rest is history.....」


One Night As I Lay On My Bed


One night as I lay on my bed,
I dreamed about a pretty maid.
I was so distressed,
I could take no rest;
Love did torment me so.
So away to my true love I did go.

But when I came to my love's window,
I boldly called her by her name,
Saying, “It's for your sake
I'm come here so late
Through this bitter frost and snow.
So it's open the window, my love, do.”

“My mam and dad are both awake
And they are sure for to hear us speak.
There'll be no excuse
Then but sore abuse,
Many bitter words and blows.
So begone from my window, my love, do.”

“Your mam and dad are both asleep
And they are sure not to hear us speak,
For they're lying sound
On their bed of down,
And they draw they breath so low.
So open the window, my love, do.”

My lover rose and she opened the door,
Just like an angel standing before
With her eyes shine bright
And the stars gave light,
No diamond dream shone so.
So it's in with my true love I did go.

To the green bed I and my love did go.
What we did there
I'll not declare;
No mortal man shall know
Not so long as I this breath can draw.

But as my love was coming down the stair,
My father he chanced for to hear.
Saying, “Who is there
That makes such ado,
Who choose a-rattling so?”
And it's, “Hark, father, how the winds do blow.”