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The Well Below the Valley (Child 21) (1969 Improved) - John "Jacko" Reilly

The Well Below the Valley / The Maid and the Palmer (Child No. 21) (1969 Improved) - Sung by Irish Traveller John "Jacko" Reilly of Boyle, County Roscommon, Ireland. Recorded by Tom Munnelly, D.K and E. Wilgus in Boyle, County Roscommon, Ireland on Feb. 22, 1969. Compare this to a fragment sung by Thomas Moran of Mohill, Co. Leitrim in 1954:    • The Cruel Mother (Child 21) (Fragment) - T...   This is not the recording made in Dublin, winter 1967 that was included on the LP "The Bonny Green Tree" (1978) Topic Records - 12T359. This is a later recording and a more complete text of the ballad. The incest element is only found in Reilly's text and foreign analogues of the Mary Magdalen ballad. For a short biography on John Reilly follow this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Re... Song transcription: A gentleman he was passing by. He axed a drink as he got dry At the well below the valley O. Green grows the lily O Right among the bushes O. My cup it is in overflow And if I do stoop I may fall in At the well, etc. Well if your true love was passing by You'd fill him a drink if he got dry At the well, etc. She swore by grass and swore by corn That her true love was never born. I say, fair maiden, you've swore in wrong At the well, etc. Well if you're a man of that noble fame You'll tell to me the father o' them At the well, etc. Two o' them by your father dear At the well, etc. Two more o' them came by your uncle Dan At the well, etc. Another one by your brother John At the well, etc. Well if you're a man of the noble fame You'll tell to me what happened then At the well, etc. There was two o' them buried by the kitchen fire At the well, etc. Two more o' them buried by the stable door At the well, etc. The other was buried by the well At the well, etc. Well if you're a man of the noble fame You'll tell to me what will happen mysel' At the well, etc. You'll be seven long years a-ringin' a bell At the well, etc. You'll be seven more a-portin' in Hell At the well, etc. I'll be seven long years a-ringin' the bell But the Lord above might save my soul From portin' in Hell At the well, etc. Another, fragmentary Irish text was recorded from Thomas Moran of Mohill, Co. Leitrim in December 1954 by Seamus Ennis for the BBC: O your first little child with the golden locks All along and a-lonely-O And you've buried him under your own bed stock Down by the greenwood sidey-O You've buried three more on your way going home And you've buried three more on that butting stone Well you'll be seven long years a wolf in the woods And you'll be seven long years a fish in the floods You'll be seven long years a-ringing the bell And you'll be seven long years a-burning in hell Well I'd like very well to be a wolf in the woods And I'd like very well to be a fish in the floods I'd like very well to be a-ringing the bell But the Lord may save my soul from hell The refrain used here is commonly associated with Child No. 20, "The Cruel Mother", but the text belongs to the Child No. 21 family. For contrast, here is a Scottish variant of the ballad, "The Maid of Coldingham", taken down by Rev. Robert Scott of the parish of Glenbuchat (Glenbuchat MS, circa 1818): The May's to the well to wash and to wring The primrose o' the wood wants a name An' ay so sweetly did she sing I am the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O by there cam' an eldren man The primrose o' the wood wants a name O gie me a drink o' your cauld stream An' ye be the fair maid o' Gowden-gane My golden cup is down the strand The primrose o' the wood wants a name Of my cold water you shall drink nane Tho' I be the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O fair may bethink ye again The primrose o' the wood wants a name Gie a drink o' cauld water If ye be the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O she sware by the sun and by the moon The primrose o' the wood wants a name That all her cups were flown to Rome Yet she was the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O seven bairns hae ye born The primrose o' the wood wants a name An' as many lives hae ye forlorn An' ye're nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane There's three o' them in your bower floor The primrose o' the wood wants a name It gars ye fear when you wouldna fear An ye're nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O there's ane o' them in yon well stripe The primrose o' the wood wants a name And twa o' them in the garden dyke An' yere nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane O there's ane o' them in your bed feet The primrose o' the wood wants a name It gars ye wake when ye should sleep An' yere nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane Ye'll be seven lang years a stane in a cairn The primrose o' the wood wants a name An' seven years ye'll go wi' bairn An ye're nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane Ye'll be seven years a sacran bell The primrose o' the wood wants a name An' ither seven the cook in hell An ye're nae the fair maid o' Gowden-gane