Author Topic: Add: Marrowbones

Jon Freeman

Posted - 12 Sep 02 - 04:08 pm

Another tale I like (though I do the "Dubliners" Old Woman In Wexford version)...

Now there was an old woman in Ireland,
In Ireland she did dwell;
She loved her husband dearly,
And an other man twice as well.

To my riddy fol lol, ri riddy fol lol,
Ri riddy fol laural day,
Ri riddy fol lol, ri riddy fol lol,
Ri riddy fol laurel day

So the old woman she went to the doctor's
To see what she could find;
She Said she wanted something
That would turn the old man blind.

He said: 'Take thee sixteen marrowbones
And grind 'em up so small
And when he's had 'em he'll be so blind
He won't see any at all.'

Says the old man, 'I'll drom myself,
Becuase I've lost my sight.'
Says the old girl, 'l'll go with you,
And see you do it right.'

Now as they were a-walking,
A-walking to the brim,
The old man he shoved down his foot,
And pushed the old girl in.

Good Lord, how she did holla,
Good Lord, how she did scream;
The old man he picked up a pole,
And he pushed her further in.

And now my song is ended,
I've got nothing more to say;
The old girl she got drowned,
The old man can rejoice again.

More details to be added later (ran out of time and a nice drink on the Norfolk coast is an offer I'm not going to pass on!)


Jon Freeman

Posted - 26 Sep 02 - 03:34 pm

Source: Everyman's Book Of English Ballads, ed. Roy Palmer

Notes: Sung by James Knights (b. 1880), collected by George Ewart Evans, March 1968. Previously published in my Love Is Pleasing, 1974, with verses 3 and 4 added from elsewhere.

Dtabase entry is here

Edited By Jon Freeman - 9/26/2002 4:08:58 PM


Posted - 25 Feb 04 - 12:06 pm

I have added another version here that was collected by Cecil Sharp. There are fairly extensive notes with it that I have put into that database entry.

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