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A Riddle

2011-02-23T02:08:43Z

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'''A Riddle''' is a song that poses a riddle in the traditional fashion, by providing a description for the listener to guess the topic.

==Lyrics==

My pretty maid, fain would I know, 
What thing it is will breed Delight, 
That strives to stand, yet cannot go, 
That feeds the mouth that cannot bite.

CHORUS: 
With a humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey. 
Humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey.

It is a pretty pricking thing, 
A pleasing and a standing thing, 
It was the truncheon Mars did use, 
A Bed-ward bit which maidens choose.

CHORUS

It is a shaft of Cupid's cut, 
'Twill serve to rove, to prick, to butt; 
'Twas ne'er a maid but by her will, 
Will keep it in her quiver still.

CHORUS

It is a [[friar]] with a bald head, 
A staff to beat a cuckold dead. 
It is a gun that shoots point blank, 
It hits betwixed a maiden's flank.

CHORUS

It has a head much like a mole's 
And yet it loves to creep in holes. 
The fairest maid that e'er took life, 
For love of this became a wife.

==Versions==
An early source (Playford) adds an extra "grumbledum" before the "hey", although it fits a song's rhythm better without it. Also the ordering of the verses varies depending on the source.

==References==
* Thomas D'Urfey(?) (1719). ''[http://books.google.com/books?id=Eq4QAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA71&lpg=PA71#v=onepage&q&f=false Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy] Volume IV''. London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson. page 71.
* ''[[The Mangy Mongol songbook]]'', page 92, [[AS XLIII]].
*Ed McCurdy, ''When Dalliance was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2'', [http://www.elektra.com/member/i/1865176/ Elektra Records] (1958).

==External links==
*[http://www.amazon.com/gp/dmusic/media/sample.m3u/ref=dm_sp_smpl?ie=UTF8&catalogItemType=track&ASIN=B0047F9M0S Audio clip] of this song, performed by Ed McCurdy.

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[[Category:Mong]]

My Thing is my Own

2011-02-23T02:05:19Z

Anachronist: added ref

This version sourced from The [[Mangy Mongol]] songbook, page 93, [[AS XLIII]].

==Lyrics==
A tender young maid had been courted by many 
Of all sorts and trades as ever was any 
A fine haberdasher first spa to her fair 
Says she "I'll have nothing to do with small ware.

CHORUS:
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still, 
Yet other young lasses may do as they will, 
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it apart, 
And no man shall have it 'till I have his heart.

A sweet scented [[courtier]] did give her a kiss 
And promised her mountains if she would be his. 
But she'd not believe him, said she "it is true, 
Some coutiers promise more than they can do."

CHORUS

A master of [[music]] came with an intent 
To give her a lesson on his instrument. 
She thanks him for nothing, and bid himb e gone, 
Says she "My small [[fiddle]] shall not be played on."

CHORUS

A sly [[money]] lender then came with his cash 
But she had no mind to come under his lash 
He promised her jew-els and great stash of [[gold]] 
Said she "I'll not mortgage my little free hold"

CHORUS

A cunning [[clock]]maker did court her as well, 
And promised her riches if she'd ring his bell. 
She looked at his clockwork, and said with a shock, 
"your pendulum is far too small for my clock."

CHORUS

A blunt lieutenant surpris-ed her placket 
And speedily started to rifle and sack it. 
So she roused herself, and she became bold, 
And forced the lieutenant to quit her stronghold.

CHORUS

Now well, I could tell of a hundred or more 
Besides all the gamsters recited before 
Who made their addresses in hopes of a snap, 
But young as she was, she did understand trap.

==References==
* Henry Playford or Thomas D'Urfey (1719). ''[http://books.google.com/books?id=Eq4QAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA216&lpg=PA216#v=onepage&q&f=false Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy] Volume IV''. London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson. page 216.

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[[Category:Mong]]

A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-23T01:48:26Z

Anachronist: /* External links */ expand

'''A Virgin's Meditation''' is a song written by Thomas D'Urfey (1653-1723) for the musical farce ''The Two Queens of Bedford''.

==Original lyrics==
<blockquote>
A Virgins Life who would be leaving, 
  Free from Care and fond Desire; 
Ne'er deceiv'd, nor e'er deceiving, 
  Loving none, yet all inspire. 
We sit above and Knot the live-long Day, 
A thousand pretty harmless things we say; 
But not one Word of Wedlock's frightful Noose, 
For fear we chance to think what we must lose. 
 
Our Souls are free from dire Revenges, 
  Bosom's Mischief never owns; 
Our Wit's employ'd in making Fringes, 
  Or embroidering our Gowns. 
If any Lover comes to play the Thief, 
Our natural dear Cunning gives Relief. 
We dance, we sing the tedious Hours away, 
And when we've nothing else to do — we pray.
</blockquote>

==Other lyrics==
Other versions are traditionally sung. The version from ''The Mangy Mongol Songbook'' changes the last two lines in the first verse to "But not one word of wedlocks frightful news / Lest we may chance to think what we must lose." Another modification is to change the second to last line to "We sing and dance" rather than "We dance, we sing". Ed McCurdy used the latter modification when performing the song on the 1958 Elektra album ''When Dalliance Was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2''.

==References==
*D'Urfey, Thomas. ''[http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/view?docId=chadwyck_evd/uvaGenText/tei/chevd_V2.0068.xml;chunk.id=d12 The Two Queens of Brentford: or, Bayes no Poetaster]''.
*''The Mangy Mongol Songbook'', page 99, AS XLIII.
*Ed McCurdy, ''When Dalliance was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2'', [http://www.elektra.com/member/i/1865176/ Elektra Records] (1958).

==External links==
*[http://www.amazon.com/gp/dmusic/media/sample.m3u/ref=dm_sp_smpl/182-0821807-2755809?ie=UTF8&catalogItemType=track&ASIN=B00481SDTM Audio clip] of this song as performed by Ed McCurdy.

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[[Category:Songs]]

A Riddle

2011-02-23T01:46:21Z

Anachronist: /* References */ added audio clip link

'''A Riddle''' is a song that poses a riddle in the traditional fashion, by providing a description for the listener to guess the topic.

==Lyrics==

My pretty maid, fain would I know, 
What thing it is will breed Delight, 
That strives to stand, yet cannot go, 
That feeds the mouth that cannot bite.

CHORUS: 
With a humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey. 
Humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey.

It is a pretty pricking thing, 
A pleasing and a standing thing, 
It was the truncheon Mars did use, 
A Bed-ward bit which maidens choose.

CHORUS

It is a shaft of Cupid's cut, 
'Twill serve to rove, to prick, to butt; 
'Twas ne'er a maid but by her will, 
Will keep it in her quiver still.

CHORUS

It is a [[friar]] with a bald head, 
A staff to beat a cuckold dead. 
It is a gun that shoots point blank, 
It hits betwixed a maiden's flank.

CHORUS

It has a head much like a mole's 
And yet it loves to creep in holes. 
The fairest maid that e'er took life, 
For love of this became a wife.

==Versions==
An early source (Playford) adds an extra "grumbledum" before the "hey", although it fits a song's rhythm better without it. Also the ordering of the verses varies depending on the source.

==References==
* Henry Playford (1719). ''[http://books.google.com/books?id=Eq4QAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA71&lpg=PA71#v=onepage&q&f=false Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy] Volume IV''. London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson. page 71.
* ''[[The Mangy Mongol songbook]]'', page 92, [[AS XLIII]].
*Ed McCurdy, ''When Dalliance was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2'', [http://www.elektra.com/member/i/1865176/ Elektra Records] (1958).

==External links==
*[http://www.amazon.com/gp/dmusic/media/sample.m3u/ref=dm_sp_smpl?ie=UTF8&catalogItemType=track&ASIN=B0047F9M0S Audio clip] of this song, performed by Ed McCurdy.

[[Category:Songs]]
[[Category:Mong]]

A Riddle

2011-02-23T01:39:44Z

Anachronist: copyedited, added sources

'''A Riddle''' is a song that poses a riddle in the traditional fashion, by providing a description for the listener to guess the topic.

==Lyrics==

My pretty maid, fain would I know, 
What thing it is will breed Delight, 
That strives to stand, yet cannot go, 
That feeds the mouth that cannot bite.

CHORUS: 
With a humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey. 
Humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum hey.

It is a pretty pricking thing, 
A pleasing and a standing thing, 
It was the truncheon Mars did use, 
A Bed-ward bit which maidens choose.

CHORUS

It is a shaft of Cupid's cut, 
'Twill serve to rove, to prick, to butt; 
'Twas ne'er a maid but by her will, 
Will keep it in her quiver still.

CHORUS

It is a [[friar]] with a bald head, 
A staff to beat a cuckold dead. 
It is a gun that shoots point blank, 
It hits betwixed a maiden's flank.

CHORUS

It has a head much like a mole's 
And yet it loves to creep in holes. 
The fairest maid that e'er took life, 
For love of this became a wife.

==Versions==
An early source (Playford) adds an extra "grumbledum" before the "hey", although it fits a song's rhythm better without it. Also the ordering of the verses varies depending on the source.

==References==
* Henry Playford (1719). ''[http://books.google.com/books?id=Eq4QAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA71&lpg=PA71#v=onepage&q&f=false Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy] Volume IV''. London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson. page 71.
* ''[[The Mangy Mongol songbook]]'', page 92, [[AS XLIII]].

[[Category:Songs]]
[[Category:Mong]]

A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T17:31:04Z

Anachronist: /* References */ added audio clip link

'''A Virgin's Meditation''' is a song written by Thomas D'Urfey (1653-1723) for the musical farce ''The Two Queens of Bedford''.

==Original lyrics==
<blockquote>
A Virgins Life who would be leaving, 
  Free from Care and fond Desire; 
Ne'er deceiv'd, nor e'er deceiving, 
  Loving none, yet all inspire. 
We sit above and Knot the live-long Day, 
A thousand pretty harmless things we say; 
But not one Word of Wedlock's frightful Noose, 
For fear we chance to think what we must lose. 
 
Our Souls are free from dire Revenges, 
  Bosom's Mischief never owns; 
Our Wit's employ'd in making Fringes, 
  Or embroidering our Gowns. 
If any Lover comes to play the Thief, 
Our natural dear Cunning gives Relief. 
We dance, we sing the tedious Hours away, 
And when we've nothing else to do — we pray.
</blockquote>

==Other lyrics==
Other versions are traditionally sung. The version from ''The Mangy Mongol Songbook'' changes the last two lines in the first verse to "But not one word of wedlocks frightful news / Lest we may chance to think what we must lose." Another modification is to change the second to last line to "We sing and dance" rather than "We dance, we sing". Ed McCurdy used the latter modification when performing the song on the 1958 Elektra album ''When Dalliance Was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2''.

==References==
*D'Urfey, Thomas. ''[http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/view?docId=chadwyck_evd/uvaGenText/tei/chevd_V2.0068.xml;chunk.id=d12 The Two Queens of Brentford: or, Bayes no Poetaster]''.
*''The Mangy Mongol Songbook'', page 99, AS XLIII.
*Ed McCurdy, ''When Dalliance was in Flower (and Maidens Lost Their Heads) vol. 2'', [http://www.elektra.com/member/i/1865176/ Elektra Records] (1958).

==External links==
*[http://www.amazon.com/gp/dmusic/media/sample.m3u/ref=dm_sp_smpl/182-0821807-2755809?ie=UTF8&catalogItemType=track&ASIN=B00481SDTM audio clip] of this song

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Talk:A Virgins Meditation

2011-02-22T17:25:45Z

Anachronist: Talk:A Virgins Meditation moved to Talk:A Virgin's Meditation: Renamed with apostrophe to match common usage of title

#REDIRECT [[Talk:A Virgin's Meditation]]

Talk:A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T17:25:45Z

Anachronist: Talk:A Virgins Meditation moved to Talk:A Virgin's Meditation: Renamed with apostrophe to match common usage of title

==Original==
Actually, the original version of this song is from ''[http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/view?docId=chadwyck_evd/uvaGenText/tei/chevd_V2.0068.xml;chunk.id=d12 The Two Queens of Bedford]'', a Musical Farce, or Comical Opera, by Thomas D'Urfey (1653-1723). The word "news" is actually "noose", which is also how Ed McCurdy sings it on the album "When Dalliance Was In Flower (And Maidens Lost Their Heads)" volume 2. -[[User:Anachronist|Anachronist]] 13:21, 22 February 2011 (EST)

A Virgins Meditation

2011-02-22T17:25:45Z

Anachronist: A Virgins Meditation moved to A Virgin's Meditation: Renamed with apostrophe to match common usage of title

#REDIRECT [[A Virgin's Meditation]]

A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T17:25:45Z

Anachronist: A Virgins Meditation moved to A Virgin's Meditation: Renamed with apostrophe to match common usage of title

A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T17:24:05Z

Anachronist: Rewrote with corrected lyrics and references

User:Anachronist

2011-02-22T16:33:57Z

Anachronist: Introducing myself

Hi, I am Anachronist. My interest here is primarily bard songs.

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A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T02:23:23Z

Anachronist: /* Lyrics */ spelling, see talk

This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 99, AS XLIII.

==Lyrics==

A virgin's life who would be leaving 
free from care and fond desire 
Ne'r deceived nor 'er deceiving 
Loving none yet all inspire.

We sit at home and knot the live long day 
A thousand harmless things we say 
But not one word of wedlocks frightful noose 
Lest we may chance to think what we must lose.

Our souls are free from dire revenges 
Bosoms mischief never own 
Our wits employed in making fringes 
And embroidering our gowns

If any lover comes to play the thief 
Our natural dear cunning gives relief 
We sing and dance the tedious hours away 
And when we've nothing else to do we pray.

[[Category:Mong]]
[[Category:Songs]]

A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T02:23:02Z

Anachronist: /* Lyrics */ "news" -> "noose" -- see talk

This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 99, AS XLIII.

==Lyrics==

A virgin's life who would be leaving 
free from care and fond desire 
Ne'r deceived nor 'er deceiving 
Loving none yet all inspire.

We sit at home and knot the live long day 
A thousand harmless things we say 
But not one word of wedlocks frightful noose 
Lest we may chance to think what we must loose.

Our souls are free from dire revenges 
Bosoms mischief never own 
Our wits employed in making fringes 
And embroidering our gowns

If any lover comes to play the thief 
Our natural dear cunning gives relief 
We sing and dance the tedious hours away 
And when we've nothing else to do we pray.

[[Category:Mong]]
[[Category:Songs]]

Talk:A Virgin's Meditation

2011-02-22T02:21:52Z

Anachronist: cite to original version