Thank you so much for this...I've been transcribing Martin for the past few years in painstaking detail. He's the greatest, and most original, British folk guitarist who has ever lived...he's deserving of far more attention....I intend to help remedy that....as you have so kindly done here....
Thank you so much for uploading this to UA-cam. This kind of folk documentary is a rare rare and must be preserved . Do you have the name of the BBC Doc you got this footage from, and/or a link to it? Thanks
Thank you so much for uploading this to UA-cam. This kind of folk documentary is a rare rare and must be preserved . Do you have the name of the BBC Doc you got this footage from, and/or a link to it? Thanks
I remember when his hair was like that ... saw him at some college in New England on a double bill with Robin Williamson. They sort of took turns doing a song or two. Williamson was a bit much, I remember thinking. If Martin thought so, he didn't show it.
A quick Google of the lyrics found that it’s “I Courted a Damsel” I courted a damsel of the fairest beauty bright And I did my best endeavour to gain my heart's delight. I courted her for love and for love of her I did attain I did attain, My love she had no reason at all for to complain. When that her father he came this for to know That I courted his dear daughter his darling daughter so, So quickly he give orders that I be pressed and sent to sea, and sent to sea, To keep me from his daughter, my darling's, company. When that I'd served my seven long years at sea So quickly I come homeward my darling dear to see. As soon as I enquired her father thus to me replied to me replied. “My daughter she did break her heart and for your sake she died.” “Don't tell me don't tell me for it's more than I can bear, For if she's in her silent grave I wish that I were there. Then I would be free from bitter sorrow grief and woe, from grief and woe, I know not where to wander now which way I may go.” It was down in New Bedlam this young man was confined For in weeping for his own true love did so distract his mind. In rattling of his chains all on his bed of straw he lies, on straw he lies, Lamenting for his own true love until the day he dies.
Thank you so much for this...I've been transcribing Martin for the past few years in painstaking detail. He's the greatest, and most original, British folk guitarist who has ever lived...he's deserving of far more attention....I intend to help remedy that....as you have so kindly done here....
Where can we get hold of your transcriptions please?
Thank you so much for uploading this to UA-cam. This kind of folk documentary is a rare rare and must be preserved . Do you have the name of the BBC Doc you got this footage from, and/or a link to it? Thanks
Lovely and mention of the great Seamus Ennis
Great insight into 2 great British folk masters!
Lovely to watch, as not seen this before.
Thank you for uploading.
Wonderful, this means so much..so many thanks to you!
Thank you so much for uploading this to UA-cam. This kind of folk documentary is a rare rare and must be preserved . Do you have the name of the BBC Doc you got this footage from, and/or a link to it? Thanks
Yes, it’s the title of the video.
I remember when his hair was like that ... saw him at some college in New England on a double bill with Robin Williamson. They sort of took turns doing a song or two. Williamson was a bit much, I remember thinking. If Martin thought so, he didn't show it.
Anyone know the song martin sings at the end ? fantastic !
A quick Google of the lyrics found that it’s “I Courted a Damsel”
I courted a damsel of the fairest beauty bright
And I did my best endeavour to gain my heart's delight.
I courted her for love and for love of her I did attain I did attain,
My love she had no reason at all for to complain.
When that her father he came this for to know
That I courted his dear daughter his darling daughter so,
So quickly he give orders that I be pressed and sent to sea, and sent to sea,
To keep me from his daughter, my darling's, company.
When that I'd served my seven long years at sea
So quickly I come homeward my darling dear to see.
As soon as I enquired her father thus to me replied to me replied.
“My daughter she did break her heart and for your sake she died.”
“Don't tell me don't tell me for it's more than I can bear,
For if she's in her silent grave I wish that I were there.
Then I would be free from bitter sorrow grief and woe, from grief and woe,
I know not where to wander now which way I may go.”
It was down in New Bedlam this young man was confined
For in weeping for his own true love did so distract his mind.
In rattling of his chains all on his bed of straw he lies, on straw he lies,
Lamenting for his own true love until the day he dies.
Thank you, I had not heard that song before.
She's FAR from late. I saw her a couple of months ago (in 2019).
Why "his late wife Norma Waterson"?