Jewish Lady- Bishop (KY) 1917 Sharp G
[My title. From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, I, 1934 edition; collected by Cecil J. Sharp, edited Karpeles. Comprising two hundred and seventy-four Songs and Ballads with nine hundred and sixty-eight Tunes; Including thirty-nine Tunes contributed by Olive Dame Campbell. Karpeles and Sharps notes follow.
Only the 1st and 4th stanzas are given in EFSSA, the other stanzas are given in Sharp's MS.
R. Matteson 2015]
Notes; No. 31. Sir Hugh.
Texts without tunes:—Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, No. 155. C. S. Burne's Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 539. Baring-Gould's Nursery Songs and Rhymes, pp. 92 and 94. Cox's Folk Songs of the South, p. 120 (see also further references). Journal of American Folk-Lore, xix. 293 ; xxix. 164; xxxix. 108.
Texts with tunes :—M. H. Mason's Nursery Rhymes, p. 46. English County Songs, p. 86. Journal of the Folk-Song Society, i. 264. Rimbault's Musical Illustrations of Percy's Reliques, p. 46. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, xvii, tune No. 7. Scots Musical Museum, vi, No. 582. Folk Songs from Somerset, No. 68 (published also in English Folk-Songs, Selected Edition, i. 22, and One Hundred English Folk- Songs, p. 22). Newell's Games and Songs of American Children, p. 76. Reed Smith's South Carolina Ballads, p. 148. D. Scarborough's On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, pp. 53-5. Musical Quarterly, January 1916, p. 15. Journal of American Folk-Lore, xxxv. 344; xxxix, 213. Davis's Traditional Ballads of Virginia, pp. 400 and 587.
G. [Jewish Lady] Sung by Mrs. DAN BISHOP at Teges, Clay Co., Ky., Aug. 21, 1917. Pentatonic. Mode 3.
1. 'Twas on a dark and holiday
When the dew drops they did fall,
And all the scholars of the school
Went out to playing ball, ball,
Went out to playing ball.
2. Out stepped that Jewish lady
With apples in her hand.
Come here, come here, my little son Hugh,
And one of those shall have.
3. I cannot come nor I will not come,
For if my mother knew,
She'd make my red blood run.
4 She took him by his lily-white hand,
She led him from porch to hall,
She locked him up in a tight little room
Where no one could hear his call.
5. She sat him down in a golden arm-chair
And scratched him with a pin,
With a bowl and basin in her hand
To catch his heart's blood in.