“The Lass of Glanshee” or “The maid of Glashee” or “The Rose of Glanshee” is a Scottish ballad penned by Andrew Sharpe (according to G Malcolm Laws -in American Balladry From Bristish Broadsides, 1957) in the late 1700s ‘Nineteenth century, on the tune “The Road and the Miles to Dundee“
Curious character, Andrew Sharpe, cobbler from Perth (Scotland), but also flute player, painter, composer and singer of love songs, yet this song is best known in its version from Celtic Canada, as it was collected by Helen Creighton during her excursions in New Brunswick from 1954 to 1960 and transcribed in “Folksongs from Southern New Brunswick” (1971). The witness Angelo Dornan, lived in Elgin, NB (Eastern Canada) at the time of registration. Most of his repertoire comes from Northern Ireland, the place of origin of his parents.
The Lass of Glanshee
The ballad is a “pastoral” songs, a very popular song in England, Ireland and Scotland in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries: this literary genre is characterized by the love contrast between a shepherdess and a suitor (a shepherd boy, or as in this case , a gentleman of passage) often with an erotic or spicy allusive background.
The textual versions are quite similar and describe the same story: while a rustic but very pretty shepherdess is herding her flock, a young man (gentil galando) spies and courting her; the song is then developed on the model of a pastoral contrast, with him who trying to seduce her and she escapes, knowing full well that she would never become his bride, because of their social difference.
In the most bitter and brutal reality, the young maidens who wandered through the countryside and the woods were easy prey (more or less consensual) of the “hunters” men and often these ballads (warning songs) ended with the announcement of unfortunate pregnancies.(see more)
HAPPY END
“The Lass of Glanshee” has a happy ending as in beautiful fairy tales they get married and live happily for ever!
The Lass of Glanshee, scottish version
Although the most popular version in the folk circuit is the Irish one (see Altan), we can hear the Scottish version of The Lass of Glanshee sung by Billy Ross probably as Andrew Sharpe wrote it (or a fairly similar text).
Twas a fine summer day,
when the heather was bloomin’
The silent hill hummed
wi’ the sair-laden bee,
I met a fair maid
as I hameward was ridin’,
A-herdin’ her sheep
on the hills o’ Glenshee.
And the rose’n her cheek
it was gem’d wi’ a dimple,
Aye and blythe was
the blink of her bonnie blue e’e;
And her face sae enchantin’,
sae neat and sae handsome,
My hairt soon belanged
tae the lass o’ Glenshee.
Well I kiss’d and caress’d her,
and says, “My dear lassie,
Can ye would but come
tae St. Johnstone wi’ me,
And there’s nane o’ the fair
shall set foot’n the causeway,
Wi’ cleadin’ mair fine
than the lass o’ Glenshee.
“And a carriage for pleisure
ye shall ha’e tae ride in,
Aye and folks shall say
‘madam’ when speakin’ tae ye;
An’ servants ye’ll ha’e
tae command at your biddin’;
And I’ll mak ye my lady,
the floo’er o’ Glenshee.”
“And just look, they would say,
what a fine Hieland lady,
Set up for a show on a windae sae hie,
A’ dressed up like a queen
in a hamely-spun plaidie,
A’ tipping their hats
tae the lass o’ Glenshea”
“And the laverock would forget
tae rise up in the mornin’,
And the spring would forget
tae revive on the lea,
But it’s never would I,
while my senses away be,
Forget tae be kind
tae the lass o’ Glenshee.”
“Ah but leave me alain
for I’m sure I would blunder,
Aye and set a’ the gentry a-laughin’ at me,
For they’re book-taught in manners
baith auld and young yonder,
Well we ken naught little o’ that in Glenshee.
“But don’t think’n such stories,
and come up behind me,
Ere the sun would go roon
my sweet bride ye shall be,
And this nicht, in my airms,
I will dote ye sae kindly.”
She smiled, she consented,
I took her wi’ me.
Noo the years ha’e gane
by since we buckled together,
And seasons ha’e changed,
but nae change is wi’ me,
For she’s always as braw
as the fine summer weather,
When the sun’s at it’s height
on the hills o’ Glenshee.
And tae meet wi’ my lassie
awa’ I would venture,
For she’s true as the echo
that rings ower the lea;
And she’s spotless
and pure as the robe of our winter,
When laid oot tae bleach
on the hills o’ Glenshee.
Irish version
THE LASS OF GLENSHEE I One morning in springtime as day was a-dawning Bright Phoebus had risen from over the lea I spied a fair maiden as homeward she wandered From herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee II I stood in amazement, says I, “Pretty fair maid If you will come down to St. John’s Town (1) with me There’s ne’er been a lady set foot in my castle (2) There’s ne’er been a lady dressed grander than thee III A coach and six horses to go at your bidding And all men that speak shall say “ma’am unto thee Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding” I’ll make you my bride, my sweet lass of Glenshee” | IV “Oh what do I care for your castles and coaches? And what do I care for your gay grandeury (3)? I’d rather be home at my cot, at my spinning Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee” V “Away with such nonsense and get up beside me E’er summer comes on my sweet bride you will be And then in my arms I will gently caress thee” ‘Twas then she consented, I took her with me VI Seven years have rolled on since we were united There’s many’s a change, but there’s no change on me And my love, she’s as fair as that morn on the mountain When I plucked me a wild rose (4) on the hills of Glenshee |
NOTES
1) the city of Perth has an ancient church ((St John’s Kirk) and formerly took the name of Saint John’s Toun or St Johnstone. And yet in southern New Brunswick (Canada) there is a Saint John located at the mouth of the river of the same name
2) Perthshire is dotted with castles scattered across the beautiful countryside but also close to Perth: Balhousie Castle, Huntingtower Castle, Scone Palace, Elcho Castle, Fingask Castle, Strathallan Castle, Blair Castle
3) the verse follows the popular Raggle Taggle Gypsie
4) they are not limited to holding hands, and the rose is not just a flower
CELTIC CANADIAN VERSION: THE HILLS OF GLENSHEE
The Glenshee Hills are located in the county of Pert, the ‘Fairy hill’ in the center of Scotland, a popular winter ski resort and summer hiking destination.
With the title “The Hills of Glenshee” it’s the variant spread to Newfoundland.
Harry Hibbs a more country version, from best-known icon for traditional Newfoundland music.
THE HILLS OF GLENSHEE
I
One fine summer’s mornin’
as I went out walkin’,
Just as the grey dawn
flew over the sea,
I happened to spy
a fair haired young damsel,
Attending her flock
by the hills of Glenshee.
II
I said,” pretty fair one,
will you be my dear one,
For I’ll take you over,
my bride for to be;
And this very night
in my arms I will hold you,
While you tend your flock
on the hills of Glenshee.”
III
“Oh no, my dear sir,
you’ll not take me over,
None of your footmen
to wait upon me;
I would rather stay home
in my own homespun clothing,
And attend to my flock
on the hills of Glenshee.”
IV
For twenty long years
we’ve both been together,
Seasons may change
but there’s no change in me;
And if God lets me live
and I have my right senses,
I’ll never prove false
to the girl on Glenshee.
V
She’s Mary, my Mary,
my own lovin’ darlin’,
She’s as pure as the perfume
blows over the sea;
And her cheeks are as pale
as the white rose of summer,
That spreads out its leaves
on the hills of Glenshee.
VI
She’s Mary, my Mary,
my own lovin’ darlin’,
I do love her so
and I know she loves me;
And I’ll never prove false
to my girl where I met her,
No I’ll never prove false
to the girl on Glenshee.
No I’ll never prove false
to the girl on Glenshee.
see also
LINK
https://www.mun.ca/folklore/leach/songs/NFLD1/2-10.htm
https://soundcloud.com/catherinecrowe/01-the-rose-of-glenshee?in=catherinecrowe/sets/field-recordings-of-angelo
http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/WiscFolkSong/data/docs/WiscFolkSong/400/000333.pdf
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=50613
http://folksongsatlanticcanada.blogspot.it/2012/04/new-brunswick-folk-songs.html
https://journals.lib.unb.ca/index.php/JNBS/article/view/20084/23145
http://www.wtv-zone.com/phyrst/audio/nfld/26/hills.htm