Here’s the story - I’ve recently inherited a collection (In a weathered old cigar box) of letters and various clippings brought/sent from/to my Great Grandmother from her family in Ireland. She came to Canada in 1927 and I’ve just started digging through this box and it’s been entertaining to go through the box. Now why am I writing about this in the ITM forum? Well, I’m not even sure if it belongs here - But here’s the story anyways…
Tucked away in this cigar box was an old clipping from a newspaper. The article clipped out is titled: SONGS OF THE PEOPLE. I will replicate it below and see if anyone finds it interesting. I’m doing this before I lose it or it disintegrates after coming out of the cigar box after who knows how long. I looked up the lyrics online and found variations of this version but none that I saw that are quite the same… so it’s not an Antiques Roadshow worthy story (Such as, “Oh, you’ve found the “Stairway to Heaven” of Irish music tucked in a cruddy old box and it’s worth $100,000,000 just to touch it and the world will praise you forever!” and I go on to say I found it in a coat I bought at a barn sale for 10 cents) but it’s kind of cool to find something music related in the first few items I’ve blown the dust off so entertain me and have a look… if anyone could tell me how to “read” the notation that would be cool - I have no clue myself.
It’s a ghost story… fun!
SONGS OF THE PEOPLE
No. 404 ---- JAMES RIELLY,
Key B. Flat,
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: s | d’ :-: r’ | m’ :-: r’ | d’ :-: l | ta :-: s | l :-: l | m :-: f | s :-:-|-:- }
: s | d’ :-: r’ | m’ :-: r’ | d’ :-: l | ta :-: s | l :-: f | t :-: l | s :-:-|-:- }
: m | f:-: m | f :-: s | d :-: d | s :-: m | f :-: m | d :-: d | d :-:- : }
As I roved out one evening down by the river side,
I heard a lovely maid complain till tears fell from her eyes
It was a dark and stormy night; these words I heard her say;
"My love he’s on the ocean deep, bound for America.
"James Rielly is my true love’s name, his age is scarce eighteen;
He is one of the nicest young men your eyes has ever seen.
My father he had riches great, but Rielly he was poor,
And because I loved my sailor lad they could not me endure.
"My mother took me by the hand, and these words to me did say;
‘Its if you love young Rielly, he must leave the country.
To take his life this very night your father charged the gun;
He swears that he will have his life if you will not his company shun’ "
“Oh, mother, dear, dont be severe, where could I send my love?
My very heart lies on his breast as constant as a dove.”
“Oh, daughter, dear, I’m not severe, here is five hundred pounds;
Send Rielly to America to purchase there some ground.”
"So when he got the money, next day he sailed away,
and as he put his foot on board these words to me did say;
Here is a true love’s token, a ring that will not break;
You have my ring, you have my heart till I return again.’ "
It was scarcely three months after, as she walked along the shore,
Young Rielly he came back again and stole his love away.
The ship was lost, all hands were drowned, her father grieved full sore,
For in each other’s arms they lay drowned upon the shore.
And in her breast a note was found, and it was wrote with blood,
Saying: “Cruel was my father that tried to shoot my love.”
Now let this be a warning to all young maids so gay,
And never let the lad you love sail to America.
That’s it for the song, on the back of the clipping is an advertisement for Clarke’s Blood Mixture (“Avoid all Imitations” it says…) and a partial bit about “Strabane Guardians” and something “inmates in Derry Workhouse” if that helps date the article.
Anyways, I hope this was interesting to someone other than me. ![]()
Regards.