Though Stan Rogers' recording is the most well known, Scottish singer Archie Fisher wrote this tune and I absolutely love it. I first heard it from Joey Hall of Father, Son & Friends one night at Pennsic, an SCA event in western Pennsylvania. Every time I sing this song, I think back to that.
🪙 𝓑𝓾𝔂 𝓜𝓮 𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮! ☕
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𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 (Archie Fisher; arr. by Stan Rogers)
Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield.
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field,
Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound!
There's none but the Witch of the Westmoreland can make thee heal and soon.
"So turn, turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the wind,
And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind"
And clear was the paley moon when a shadow passed him by.
Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry,
Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?"
"I seek the Witch of the Westmoreland that dwells by the winding mere."
And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way,
Til through the cut in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay.
He said "Lie down me brindled hound and rest ye me good grey hawk,
And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk.
But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call,
For I fear the sun will rise this morn, you will serve me best of all."
And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield,
And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield.
And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she,
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body.
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side.
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride.
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare!
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair!"
She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down the rowan shield.
For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field."
She stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain.
And she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again.
She's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay.
He has risen hale and true with the sun high in the day.
She said, "Ride with your brindled hound at heel, and your good grey hawk in hand!
There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmoreland!"
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11 окт 2024
