Bakkerne i Hygum – The banks of the roses

Tuuud min cd er blevet væk …. min hukommelse er dårlig og jeg gider ikke lede efter teksten …. resten kommer senere

 

Ved bakkerne i Hygum
der sad min pige og jeg
verden den stod stille
da hun kiggede på mig
forlad mig aldrig sa’e hun,
sæ’føllig sa’e jeg nej,
som I ved, ja så var mine dage talte

Jeg er barnefødt derhjemme som de fleste børn jo er

Dengang jeg var en lille …. da sa’e min far til mig

 

dengang jeg kom i skole var jeg kun en bette knøs

men         på skolens bedste tøs

 

 

 

 

Den danske udgave kommer lige så snart jeg har fundet den i mít rod ….eller en af I andre har skrevet den ind

Det hævdes originalt at være en skotsk folkesang, men jeg har fundet den både i skotske og irske udgaver, teksten er næsten ens, men melodien forskellig – Tørfisks stammer, så vidt jeg kan se, fra den irske:

 

Irsk  udgave

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOBPXObxtx8&feature=related

On the banks of the roses

On[C] the banks of the roses me[G] love and I

sat[C] down.

And[F] I took out me[C] fiddle for to[G] play me love a[C] tune,

In the[F] middle of the[C] tune,she[G] smiled and she[Am] said,

Oh me[C] Johnny Oh me[F]- Johnny don’t you [G]leave[C] me.

[2]

When I was a young one I heard me father say,

That he would rather see me dead,and buried in the clay,

Sooner than be married to any run away,

By the lovely sweet banks of the roses.

[3]

Well now I am no run away and sure I’ll let them know,

That I can take the bottle or leave it alone,

And if her daddy doesn’t like me,he can keep his daughter at home,

And then Johnny will go roving with another.

[4]

And if ever I get married,will be in the month of May,

When the leaves they are Green,and the meadows they are gay,

And me and me true love will sit and sport and play.

By the lovely sweet banks of the roses.THE BANKS O’ RED ROSES

Skotsk udgave:

Skotsk: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rZYvZCYPMI&feature=related

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When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray
And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play
With my Johnny on the banks of red roses

On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat doon
He took out his tuning box to play his love a tune
In the middle of the tune, his love got up and cried
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me?

So they walked and they talked until they came upon a cave
Where the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave
Aye, the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of red roses

Oh no, oh no, cried she, that grave’s not meant for me
Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be
Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be
And he’s made her to lie down on red roses

And all on his way homeward, his heart was filled with fear
Every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear
Yes, every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear
Who he made to lie down on red roses