This song’s title is Cornish for “Beside the waters”, or at least that’s what the oral tradition of East Cornwall informed us.
Because its title seems so disconnected from the lyrics, we wonder whether this song has come from the combination of an old melody, a Cornish air of unknowable antiquity, and a natty new set of lyrics about love and madness.
Like a pedigree dog, this current ‘setting’ of melody and lyric have become established together, and now look natural. And who are we to argue?
People often tell us they know this song from their childhoods. It refers to a maid in Bedlam, or St Bartholomew's Asylum. The girl was sent there by her parents, to separate her from her lover, who was not their type.
But the sailor finds out, and runs to find her, finding her by hearing this very song. He joins in, which either means he enters Bedlam, or plucks her from it. Not knowing which, is fine.
The song was collected from Cury Cross Lane, near Helston, by Cecil Sharp in 1905. Its holder was Mr J. Boaden.
As we sung this song in the back streets of Bath, a passing fellow had the last word: "Oh yeah? Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, boys!"
lyrics
Abroad, as I was walking,
One evening in the spring,
I heard a maid in Bedlam, so sweetly for to sing,
Her chains she rattled with her hands,
And thus replied she,
“I love my love, because I know
My love loves me.”
“But O, my cruel parents,
They have been too unkind,
They drove and banished me,
And tortured my mind,
Although I’m ruined for his sake,
Contented will I be,
I love my love because I know
My love loves me.”
“Should I become a swallow,
I’d ascend up in the air,
And I f I lost my labour,
And should not find him there,
I quickly would become a fish
And search the flowing sea,
I love my love, because I know
My love loves me”
Just as she was sat weeping,
Her love came on the land,
Hearing she was in Bedlam,
Well he ran straight out of hand,
And as he entered in the gates,
He heard her sigh and say,
“I love my love, because I know,
My love loves me.”
He stood and gazed upon her,
Hearing his love complain,
His feet could stand no longer,
For he bled in every vein,
He flew into her lily white arms,
And thus replied he,
“I love my love, because I know
My love loves me.”
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this is one of the most beautiful collections of music I've heard in a very long time. every song draws your attention - don't plan on doing anything else while you listen. more please 🙏 kimmcb
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I usually haaaate autotune voices, but done this way it's brilliant. When enough craftsmanship is used. Hard to pick a favourite from this great album. One of my favourites of the year! soundofperpetualastonishment
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Nick, grand tunes! What are you thinking of calling your next record? Best wishes, Jos
PS. You should tell that John Dipper to reform ‘Os with you. He doesn’t seem to have anything else to do. J K Parsons