스무 살에 발표한 데뷔 앨범의 성공으로 "포크의 여왕"이라는 칭호를 얻은 존 바에즈는 다음해인 61년에 역시 민중들의 삶을 절절히 표현하는 전래 민요를 위주로 한 2집 앨범을 발표한다. 1집과 같이 골드 앨범을 기록한 이 앨범은 그 이전까지는 철저히 무시당했던 전래 민요의 아름다움을 존 바에즈가 얼마나 성공적으로 부활시키고 있는가를, 가슴 깊은 곳에서 우러나오는 공감으로 확인해 볼 수 있게 한다. 스물 한 살의 나이라고는 믿기지 않는 넉넉함과 포근함이 가득한 이 앨범의 자켓은 저명한 사진작가 윌리엄 클랙스턴이 담당했다. .... ....
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind She's always controlled, she's always confined Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife A slave to her husband the rest of her life
Oh, i'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad i've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me daily, by night and by day But now he is packing and moving away
My parents don't like him because he is poor They say he's not worthy of entering my door He works for a living, his money's his own And if they don't like it they can leave him alone
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay Then sit down beside me as long as you may My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way
Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend Then sit down beside me as long as you can My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand
The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young, but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen He's young, but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong I have married you to a great lord's son He'll make a lord for you to wait upon He's young, but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for one year yet I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head To let the maidens know that he's married
One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall I spied all the boys aplaying with the ball My own true love was the flower of them all He's young, but he's daily growing
At the age of fourteen, he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the father of a son At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green And death had put an end to his growing
An earthly nurse sits and sings, And aye she sings a lily wean - "Little ken I my bairn's father, Far less the land that he dwells in."
For he's come one night to her bed's foot And a grumly guest I'm sure he'd be, Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father, Although I be not comely.
"I am a man upon the land, I am a silkie in the sea, And when I'm far and far from land, My home it is the sule skerrie."
And he has ta'en a purse of gold, And he had placed it upon her knee, Saying, "Give to me my little young son And take thee up thy nurse's fee.
"And I will come one summer's day When the sun shine's bright on every stane, I'll come and fetch my little young son, And teach him how to swim the faem.
"And ye shall marry a gunner bold, And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be, And the very first shot that ever he shoots Will kill both my young son and me."
Twas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swelling, Sweet William on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town To the place where she was dwelling, Saying you must come, to my master dear If your name be Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him, And the only words to him did say Young man I think you're dying.
He turned his face unto the wall And death was in him welling, Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all Be good to Barbara Allen.
When he was dead and laid in grave She heard the death bells knelling And every stroke to her did say Hard hearted Barbara Allen.
Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow, Sweet William died of love for me And I will die of sorrow.
And father, oh father, go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow, Sweet William died on yesterday And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard Sweet William was buried beside her, Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose Out of Barbara Allen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they could grow no higher At the end they formed, a true lover's knot And the rose grew round the briar.
When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard green There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen
Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild: Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child
Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee! Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!
Then up spoke baby Jesus, from in Mary's womb: Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some
And bend down the tallest branches, it touched Mary's hand Cried she: Oh look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command Oh look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue, Had an old dog and his name was Blue. Had an old dog and his name was Blue... Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too... "Here old Blue" "Good dog you"
Well, I shouldered my axe and I tooted my horn, Went to find 'possum in the new-grown corn. Old Blue treed and I went to see, Blue had 'possum up a tall oak tree. Mmm, boy I roast'd 'possum, nice and brown, Sweet po-ta-toes, n' all a-round... And to say "Here old Blue (here-boy) You can have some too"
Now, Old Blue died and he died so hard, Made a big dent in my back-yard. Dug his grave with a silver spade, Lowered him down with a link of chain. Ev-er-y link I did call his name... Singing "Here…old...Blue-ue... "Good dog you"
Now, when I get to heaven, first thing I'll do. When I get to heaven, first thing 'awm do. When I get to heaven first thing I'll do, Pull out my horn and call old Blue... I'll say, "Here Old Blue come-on dog" "Good dog you."
I'll say, "Here Blue-e" "I'm a coming there too" "Down boy... good dog"
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976, transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
She went upstairs to make her bed And not one word to her mother said. Her mother she went upstairs too Saying, "Daughter, oh daughter, what's troublin' you?": "Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell That railroad boy that I love so well. He courted me my life away And now at home will no longer stay." "There is a place in yonder town Where my love goes and he sits him down. And he takes that strange girl on his knee And he tells to her what he won't tell me." Her father he came home from work Sayin', "Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt" He went upstairs to give her hope An' he found her hangin' by a rope. He took his knife and he cut her down And on her bosom these words he found: "Go dig my grave both wide and deep, Put a marble stone at my head and feet, And on my breast, put a snow white dove To warn the world that I died of love.