Mesmerising, confirmation that music then was far far superior to anything we've got now. I'm so lucky to have seen and heard this the first time around (70 now).💜
Oh Bert an your’Bensen and Hedges’ ciggies, sent me out for 60 cigs, three packets, bought from the two tubs pub in Bury town centre, wonderful memories xox
Mmm,,yes please, many cheers, I met bert, danny an martin in bury 1979 i think, bert played my newly bought guitar, I worked at an arts centre, did the sound for them a wonderful day an eve, they drank whisky ann smoked endless benson n hedges an was very cool an nice t me a young 17 yr old, fab memory xox
Back when folk was supreme. I believe this to be a adaptation of a 15 or 16 or 17 century song only think this because I vaguely remember as a kid in grade school reading a book on centuries old folk songs mostly 15 century-17 century of all cultures
Well I once could have married the king's third son And a fine young man was he But now I'm married to a house carpenter And a nice young man is he When will you forsake your house carpenter? And a-go along with a me I will take you to where the grass grows green On the banks of the River Dee But will you have to maintain me a bound? To keep me in slavery? Well I have seven ships They will soon be at land And they at your command shall be She took her two babes by the hand And gave them kisses three Sit still at home you darling little babes Keep your father sweet company Now she dressed herself in her very best Like a high-born lady was she She shivered and she shimmered and she proudly stepped As they walked by the banks of the sea Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time Until she wept for sore I would give all the gold in this round world Just to see my babes once more Well if you had all the gold and the silver too That ever did cross the sea You never would be at land anymore And your babes you will never more see Well they hadn't been sailing but a short, short time About two weeks, three or four When the ship sprang a leak and they were doomed And they were far away from the shore I see bright hills of Heaven my dear Where angels come and go I see bright hills, that's Hell my dear Where you and I must go Oh I wish I was back to my house carpenter I'm sure he would treat me well But here I am in the raging sea And my soul is bound for Hell Songwriters: Bert Jansch / Terry Cox / John Renbourn / Danny Thompson / Jacqui Mcshee
I've been listening to Pentangle lately... and it seems strange that the Sitar seemed to be considered a European folk instrument... after the 60's. I can't help but think this was all due to George Harrison and The Beatles. The Beatles also used a Harpsichord on Sgt. Pepper... and those were also used a lot afterwards. The Incredible String Band also used Sitar... but how many pop and rock bands used Sitar or Harpsichord before The Beatles?
@@georgefromgreece4119 Wolfgang Dauner is a lot? And he was Pop and Rock? I never heard of him, so I looked him up and on Wiki it shows that he had one album before 1967. The Beatles were using Sitar by 1965 and Harpsichord on Sgt. Pepper by early 1967. Give us a link to his Sitar and Harpsichord music before '65 and '67... I'd like to hear it.
"Obligatory during the hippie era". These were serious top class musicians exploring the boundaries of their craftmanship and foreign cultures, and not by any obligation. Your comment is irrelevant if not bad intended, cheers.
@@georgefromgreece4119 "exploring the boundaries of[...] foreign cultures, and not by any obligation". Oh come on. We can respect indian classical music whilst also acknowledging that almost every notable group in the sixties had a crack at incorporating the sitar into their music. Describing it as 'obligatory' is certainly not an irrelevant comment, as you suggest, nor was it a bad intended comment. Don't be so sensitive.
Without his voice this song would almost be too perfect and risk lapsing into sterility and boredom. It's the contrast between Jaqui's crystaline control and his rough edges that raises the performance to real art.
