I must also note here that one H. W. phrase— "He said, God bless you every one, -has crept into certain of the E texts of B.W.: b41, 2; d4; 3; and ƒ 32. I now give text Ea with collations. E TEXT. (a) THE BITTER WITHY. 1. As it fell out one high holiday When drops of rain did fall, did fall, 2. "Go play at ball, my own dear Son, It's time that you were going or gone; 3. So it's up ling call and down ling call 4. They said they were lords and ladies' sons "And you are but a poor maiden's child, 5. "If I am but a poor maiden's child I will let you know at the very latter end That I am above you all." Life in England (1837). Prof. Gerould appears to regard the Holy Well as a debased version of The Bitter Withy (paper cited above, 164). 1A phrase perfectly familiar, of course, to students of traditional and 6. So our Saviour built a bridge with the beams of the sun And over the sea, the sea went he, And after did follow the three jolly jordans, And they were all drowned three. 7. So it's up ling call and down ling call, 8. Then Mary mild she called home her child 9. "Oh the withy, the withy, the bitter withy, a. b. a 1-3 are combined into two irregular six-lined stanzas: b1. Our Saviour asked leave of his mother Mary If he should go to play at ball. "To play at ball, my own dear son It is time you was gone and coming home, b2. It is up leencorn and down leencorn And asked them all three : "Now which of you all three jolly jerdins 63. "Oh we are lords and ladies' sons And born," etc. From this point b3 corresponds to a 4, and so on: 64 "You are safe, you are safe, you are safe," said he, 662 they did hoot and hollow. 663 Mary, Mary mild. 673,4 And she with her hand full of those cold, cold bitter withies, 681 24 She gave him the lashes three. "Oh you cold, you cold, O you cold bitter withy.' At night. C. 334 It was at the Holy Well hard by the Willow Tree That he met with the jolly jerdins three. d4= God bless you all both great and small, Your bodies I plainly see; If you will let me play with you Then you shall play with me. d5 corresponds to a 4, and so on: 31,2 Well meet, well meet, you three great dons, Your bodies are safe you see. 42 And born in all in all. 44 in an old ox stall. x. 54 as in e. 71 Oh it was up in call, it was down in call. Collation of important variations in the B.W. verses of texts x, y, z. the three jordons [called in 334 and 43,4 three as nice children As ever a tongue could tell]. 81 y. 82 (=a62) And over the river Jordon went he. 83 91 (=a71) Then up they called and down they called. 71 So it was up in lee in corn and down lee in corn. So much for the Herefordshire versions. When I received the Bidford draft mentioned above (see p. 192), it occurred to me that application to other country newspapers might produce other versions. I wrote a letter, similar to the one printed by the Hereford Times, which appeared in the Evesham Journal, Feb. 29, 1908. In reply to this there appeared one new verse text and one very curious version printed (as it was written) in prose. I call these: Eg. Obtained by Mr. and Mrs. George Gibbs, of Bengeworth; "a version as sung at Evesham more than forty years ago." Printed in the Evesham Journal, Ap. 4, 1908. I. As it fell out on a bright holiday, 2. "At ball! At ball! my own dear Son! 3. So up Lincull and down Lincull, 4. "Good morn! Good morn! Good morn!" said they. "Good morning!" then said He. "Which of you three rich young men 5. "We are all lords and ladies' sons, And Thou art nothing but a poor maid's child, Born in an ox's stall." 6. "If you are all lords and ladies' sons, I will make you believe in your latter end, I'm an angel above you all." 7. So he made him a bridge with the beams of the sun, These rich young lords followed after Him, 8. Then up Lincull, and down Lincull, Saying, "Mary mild fetch home your child, 9. So Mary mild fetched home her child, 10. "Oh! withy, Oh! withy, Oh! bitter withy, And the withy shall be the very first tree That shall perish at the heart." Eh. A version sent by Mrs. H. Collins, Broadway, Worcestershire. Printed, exactly as sent, in the Evesham Journal, Ap. 11, 1908. THE BITTER WITHY. Our Saviour asked of his dear mother if he could go and play. He saw two little Jardene sons playing at ball. He asked if he could play at ball with them. At ball with you? How could we play at ball with you? We're two little Jardene sons born in our bowry hall. You're nothing but a poor maid's son born in an ox's stall. If you're two little Jardene sons born in a bowry hall, and I'm nothing but a poor maid's son born in an ox's stall, I'm an angel above you all. He built him a bridge with the beams of the sun, and across the water did go; two little Jardenes tried to do the same, and drowned they were both. O Mary mild fetch home your child, for drowned ours are both. Then Mary mild fetched home her child and laid him across her knee, with a bunch of green withy twigs she gave him lashes three. O Mother, Mother, this bitter withy makes my back to smart. Every withy tree that I come to |