Fair Maid on the Shore

by Elly Hadaway

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Two beautiful folk songs, one from England, one from Wales.

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released July 25, 2013

Elly Hadaway: voice & ukulele, co-producer
Somhairle Kelly: graphic design, co-producer

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Elly Hadaway Derby, UK

Folk singer, ukulele player and songwriter. Mountain-powered, disabled, queer, Christo-Pagan. :-)

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Track Name: Fair Maid on the Shore
There was a young maiden who lived all alone,
She lived all alone on the shore.
There was naught she could find that would comfort her mind,
But to roam all alone on the shore, shore, shore,
But to roam all alone on the shore.

There was a young captain who sailed the salt sea,
Let the winds blow high or blow low!
"Oh I'll die, oh I'll die!" that young captain did cry,
"If I don't get that maid on the shore, shore, shore,
If I don't get that maid on the shore."

"I've got lots of silver, I've got lots of gold,
I've got lots of costly ware.
I'll divide, I'll divide!" that young captain he cried,
"If they'll bring me the maid on the shore, shore, shore,
If they'll bring me that maid on the shore."

So with long persuasion they got her on board,
Let the winds blow high or blow low!
Then they seated her down in his cabin below,
Here's adieu to all sorrows and care, care, care,
Here's adieu to all sorrows and care.

The night being so still and the water so calm,
Let the winds blow high or blow low!
She sang charming and sweet, she sang neat and complete,
She sang sailors and captain to sleep, sleep, sleep,
She sang sailors and captain to sleep.

Then, she robbed them of silver, she robbed them of gold,
She robbed them of costly ware!
Then she stole his broad sword, for to make her an oar,
And she's rowed herself back to the shore, shore, shore,
She has rowed herself back to the shore.

"Oh, were my men stupid, or were my men drunk?
Were my men so deep in despair
That they let you away with your beauty so gay
For to roam all alone on the shore, shore, shore
For to roam all alone on the shore?"

“No, your men they weren't stupid, your men they weren't drunk,
Your men weren't so deep in despair.
I deluded your sailors as well as yourself
I'm a maid once again on the shore, shore, shore,
I'm a maid once again on the shore.”
Track Name: Dacw 'nghariad
Dacw 'nghariad i lawr yn y berllan,
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.
O na bawn i yno fy hunan,
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.
Dacw'r ty, a dacw'r 'sgubor;
Dacw ddrws y beudy'n agor.
Ffaldi radl idl al, ffaldi radl idl al,
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.

Dacw’r dderwen wych ganghennog,
Golwg arni sydd far serchog.
Mi arhosaf yn ei chysgod
Nes daw ‘nghariad i ‘ngyfarfod.

Dacw'r delyn, dacw'r tannau;
Beth wyf gwell, heb neb i'w chwarae?
Dacw'r feinwen hoenus fanwl;
Beth wyf nes heb gael ei meddwl?



There's my love, down in the orchard
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.
O that I was there myself!
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.
There's the house, and there's the barn;
There's the open cowshed door.
Ffaldi radl idl al, ffaldi radl idl al,
Tw rymdi ro rymdi radl idl al.

There's the lovely branching oak,
Such kindness to look on.
I'll wait in her shade
Till my love comes to meet me.

There's the harp, there's the strings;
What am I without playing them?
There's the nymph, so neat and gay;
What am I without her thoughts?

tr. Somhairle Kelly