James Harris, the Daemon Lover (J. Guy Stalnaker)

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  • (Posted 2018-09-04)   CPDL #51192:     
Editor: J. Guy Stalnaker (submitted 2018-09-04).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 547 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: James Harris, the Daemon Lover
Composer: J. Guy Stalnaker
Lyricist: Traditional

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 2018

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Original text and translations

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Well met, well met, my own true love,
Well met, well met,' cried he,
'I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee!'

I could have married the king's daughter, dear,
She would have married me,
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee.

'Well if you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame, for
I am married to a house carpenter
I find him a nice young man.'

'Ah, will you forsake your house carpenter
and go along with me?
I'll take you where the green grass grows
by the banks of the salt, salt sea.'

Will you forsake your house carpenter
and go along along with me?
I'll take you where the green grass grows
by the banks of the salt the salt sea.'

'Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee, What
have you got to main tain me on and
keep me from poverty?'

'Six ships, six ships all out on the sea,
Seven more upon dry land One
hundred ten all brave sailor men
will be at your command.'

Six ships six ships all out on the sea
seven more upon dry land dry land
hundred ten all all brave sailor men
will be at your command your command.

She picked up her own wee babe,
And kisses gave him three, Said,
'Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company.'

Then she putted on her rich attire
So glorious to be hold
And as she trod a long her way She
shone like the glittering gold.

Well they'd not been gone but a bout three weeks.
I'm sure it was not four. Our
gallant ship sprang a leek and sank
Never to rise any more.

'What hills what hills are those my love
That rise so fair and high?'
'Those are the hills of heaven my love,
But not for you and I.'

'And what hills what hills are those my love
Those hills so dark and low?'
'Those are the hills of hell my love
Where you and I must go.'
'Where you and I must go!'