Tyranty My Son- E. W., (Mass.) 1905 Barry P
Traditional Ballads in New England II
by Phillips Barry
The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 18, No. 70 (Jul. - Sep., 1905), pp. 191-214
P. Contributed to me by E. W., Boston, Mass., as a "haunting memory of childhood."
1. "Oh, where have you been, Tyranty, my son?
Oh, where have you been, my sweet little one?"
"I've been to grandmother's, mother make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I want to lie doon."
2 "Oh, what did she give you, Tyranty, my son?
Oh, what did she give you, my sweet little one?"
"Striped eels, fried in butter, mother make my bed soon,
For I 'm sick at the heart, and I want to lie doon."
3 "Oh, what'll you give to your granny, Tyranty, my son?
Oh, what'll you give to your granny, my sweet little one?"
"A halter to hang her, mother make my bed soon,
For I 'm sick at the heart, and I want to lie doon."