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Willie Lost at Sea (Roud 22567) - Duncan Williamson

Willie Lost at Sea / The Cruel Grave / Willie-O / The Bay of Biscay / Biscay-O (Roud No. 22567) / The Grey Cock (Child No. 248 Appendix) - Sung by Duncan Williamson of Furnace, Argyllshire, later settled in Fife. From "Put Another Log on the Fire: Songs and Tunes from a Scots Traveller", Veteran Tapes VT128 (cassette). Recordings made by John Howson mainly in August 1991. They were recorded on three evenings at Duncan’s house in Fife, and the odd crackle in the background is appropriately from the log fire. Compare this to a later recording made in 2001:    • The Cruel Grave (Roud 22567) (2001) - Dunc...   Linda Williamson's thesis on Scottish Traveller singing can be read here, it is well worth your time if you are interested in Duncan Williamson's song repertoire: https://era.ed.ac.uk/handle/1842/8223 Note by Kevin W.: Some people lump this song together with Child No. 248, "The Grey Cock", because of Mrs. Cecilia Costello's song which uses stanzas of both. In my opinion these are not versions of the Child Ballad. I'll still include a few recordings of this song and of "The Night Visiting Song" (Roud No. 22568) as examples for the sake of comparison. Song transcription: O it’s seven long years since my true love left me. It is seven long years since he went to sea. But another seven I shall wait his pleasure, Till he comes home and he marries me. Now I lie in my bed and I often wonder I lie in my bed and I often pray. I pray to my dearest God in Heaven, Will he send my true love back home to me? Now who is that there, who is at my window? Who is keeping me out of my night’s rest? It is not my father, it is not my mother, Who is keeping me out of my night’s rest? He said, “Open your door, love, and let me in, love. Will ye open your door, love, will you let me in? For I am cold, love, and I am weary. And I am wet to the very skin.” So she opened the door with the greatest of pleasure, She opened the door and she let him in. Saying, “If you’re my young man, you have changed your colour, You’re not like the young man I used to know.” So they sat talking and went walking, Until the small cock he began to crow. He said, “I must away, dear, I can stay no longer For it’s a far way that I have to go.” She said, “Willie dear, love, o please don’t leave me, O Willie dear, don’t go back to sea. O Willie dear, love, o please don’t leave me, O Willie won’t you stay with me?” He said, “I must away, dear, I can stay no longer, For it’s a far way I have to go. And when I’m gone, love, please pray no longer, For never more can I come home to you.”