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The Jolly Highwayman / (Alan) Tyne of Harrow / Valentine O’Hara

[ Roud 1553 ; Master title: The Jolly Highwayman ; Ballad Index PCL050 ; Mudcat 29243 ; trad.]

The Constant Lovers

The Bodleian Libraries have broadsides of the then still unnamed Daring Highwayman dated either between 1819 and 1944 or betwenn 1828 and 1829.

Ewan MacColl sang Alan Tyne o’ Harrow in 1972 on his Argo album Solo Flight. The uncredited sleeve notes commented:

When James Mabbe, in 1622, translated Matheo Aleman’s Spanish picaresque novel The Rogue into English, he started a literary fashion which was to remain in vogue for more than two centuries. Originally indigenous to Spain and to its social and economic system, the picaresque novel is the autobiography of a rogue and, incidentally, a satire on the life of the day. The English translation of The Life of Guzman Alfarache, to give The Rogue its proper title, reached four editions by 1656. Ten years later, Richard Head published the life of Meriton Latoon—The English Rogue, and in 1781 the anonymous Life of Duncan McDonald, the Scots Rogue, made its appearance. But it is in the novels of Defoe, Smollett and Fielding that the influence of the picaresque novel is the most strongly marked and, of course, in many “good-night songs”, of which Alan Tyne o’ Harrow is a perfect example.

John Faulkner sang Allan Tyne of Harrow in 1979 on his and Dolores Keane’s Mulligan album Broken Hearted I’ll Wander. He noted:

In 1727 Jonathan Swift wrote of the famous highwayman Tom Clinch:

My concience is clear, and my spirits are calm
And this I go off without prayer book or psalm;
Then follow the practice of clever Tom Clinch.
Who hung like a hero, and never would flinch.

Allan Tyne was another of the many highwaymen praised in picaresque broadside ballads of the 18th Century. I learnt this one a good few years ago from the singing of Ewan MacColl.

Steve Turner sang this ballad with the Irish title Valentine O’Hara on his 1979 album, Out Stack. He noted:

I am indebted to my great benefactor Tony Holloran of Athlone for this song. There seems to be some discrepancy over the title. In different parts of the British Isles it is known as Alan Tyne of Yarrow or Harrow, and in Joyce’s Old Irish Folk Music and Songs [1909] there are two different tunes given, with the titles Valentine O’Hara and The Bold Val O’Hara although no words are available. The story belongs to the “Bold Robber” group of songs.

Peter Bellamy sang Tyne of Harrow live at the Cockermouth Folk Club in January 1991. He published this concert on his cassette Songs an’ Rummy Conjurin’ Tricks. The track was also included in 1999 on his anthology Wake the Vaulted Echoes. This album’s booklet commented:

“We are here listening not only to a little slice of history but a very personal slice of history.”
— Peter Bellamy

Another nod from Peter in the direction of one of his inspirations, this was learned from the singing of Ewan MacColl. Following Ewan’s death in 1989, Peter sometimes dedicated this to his memory; in the same spirit he would later perform one of Royston Wood’s Young Tradition songs, including Brisk Young Widow and Derry Down Fair.

Dave Webber sang Tyne of Harrow in 1998 on his and Anni Fentiman’s CD Constant Lovers. They noted:

Dave learned this track from Peter Bellamy though we also believe it was sung by Ewan MacColl. It comes from a collection called the “Goodnight Ballads”, so called because they are each written by someone who is about to die. In this case the writer is looking back over his life before he is hung for highway robbery.

Kerr Fagan Harbron recorded Alan Tyne of Harrow for their 2008 Fellside album Station House. This video shows Nancy Kerr and James Fagan live at Bath Folk Festival on 17 August 2013:

Tim Radford recitated The Jolly Highwayman in 2009 on his Forest Tracks album of songs, toasts and recitations collected by George B. Gardiner in 1906-07 from the Hampshire gardener George Blake, George Blake’s Legacy. He noted:

It would seem, from a note in the manuscript, that Mr. Guyer did NOT collect this tune. Gardiner mss. no. 335, which maybe from a lost notebook no. 10, with a fragment in notebook no. 12 page 133. A version, as sung here, can be also be found in Purslow’s Constant Lovers page 50, that is in main that collected from George Blake’s son-in-law, Henry Stansbridge, from mss no. 414. It has a Roud no. 1553.

It would seem from the notes both Blake and Stansbridge were present on 23 June 1906 when collected, as it states that Blake contributed the third verse. This was in the village of Bank; was this Stansbridge’s house? Bank is just outside Lyndhurst to the southwest. The censuses show that Stansbridge lived at different times in Queens Road and on Pikes Hill in Lyndhurst, which is on the back road from Lyndhurst to Emery Down, and that he was a cowman and had five children with George’s eldest daughter Fanny.

Gardiner published four verses with the tune in the Journal of The Folk Song Society, no. 13, in 1909, again re-stating the collaboration and saying that the song is probably of Irish origin. It is also said in the Journal that one strain of the tune has perhaps been lost, as the second half is merely a repetition of the first. This is why the recorded version here is treated as eight verses rather than four.

The manuscript text does vary with that published in the Journal, and I have used the manuscript text.

Jon Boden sang Tyne of Harrow as the 1 July 2010 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day.

False Lights sang Tyne of Harrow in 2015 on their CD Salvor.

Niamh Parsons sang Valentine O’Hara on her and Graham Dunne’s 2015 album Kind Providence. She noted:

I learnt this for a bet, having heard it sung in Forkhill by Góilín singer Páraic Ó Luanaigh. It’s an earlier version of Alan Tyne of Yarrow. I chose lyrics from a few different versions. ‘Ned Fielding’ is thought to be the novelist Henry Fielding (1707-1754) who founded what was believed to be the first Police Force in London. Thank you Rod Stradling for the encouragement.

Thom Ashworth sang Tyne of Harrow on his 2017 debut EP Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture. In this video he performed it at What’s Cookin, upstairs at Leytonstone Ex-Servicemen’s Club on 16 November 2016:

Daoirí Farrell sang Valentine O’Hara on his 2019 CD A Lifetime of Happiness. He noted:

This song is a broadside and is believed to have been written in the mid-19th century. It tells the story of a man, Valentine O’Hara, who, after getting a lady pregnant outside of wedlock, runs away to England where he joins Britannia’s army, and that is only the start of Valentine’s escapades. This is a real favourite of mine and I have wanted to learn and arrange it for many years, ever since I heard a recording of Frank Harte singing it.

Cohen Braithwaite-Kilcoyne sang The Jolly Highwayman on his 2021 album Rakes & Misfits. He noted:

This song comes from the book Southern Harvest: The Constant Lovers & The Foggy Dew: English Folk Songs From the Hammond and Gardiner Manuscripts by Frank Purslow, edited by Steve Gardham. The song as printed in Southern Harvest combines a melody from Henry Stansbridge of Lyndhurst, Hampshire, with a text from Stanbridge’s father-in-law, George Blake of Southampton. I have added an additional two verses from a broadside printed by J. Pitts of London under the title Daring Highwayman.

The Hack-Poets Guild sang Daring Highwayman, with words from the Bodleian Library’s Douce Collection and music by Lisa Knapp, on their 2023 album Blackletter Garland.

Jim Moray sang Tyne of Harrow on his 2023 album Beflean: An Alternative History 2002-2023.

George Sansome and Matt Quinn sang Tyne of Harrow in 2023 on their duo album Sheffield Park. George Sansome noted:

I first heard this sung by John Faulkner on his and Dolores Keane’s excellent 1979 album Broken Hearted I’ll Wander, and was very taken with the roguish highwayman’s exploits and his origin story.

Martin Simpson sang Alan Tyne of Harrow on his 2024 Topic album Skydancers. He noted:

Alan Tyne of Harrow is a Broadside ballad from the mid-18th century. I learned it from Peter Bellamy, who described it as a ‘goodnight ballad’, basically a gallows autobiography. I”love the rendition of Ned Fielding in this song, as a purveyor of fast horses to highwaymen. Ned, the brother of Henry Fielding, author of Tom Jones, was a member, along with his brother, of an early prototype of what became the Metropolitan Police. Clear to see that corruption was an early development in the force.

Lyrics

Daring Highwayman broadside

I am a daring highwayman, likewise a gallant rover,
From London town I surely came since I became a rover,
For a maid who proved with child for England I sailed over,
I left my parents almost wild since I became a rover.

I am a daring highwayman likewise a gallant rover,
From London Town I surely came since I became a rover,
For a maid who proved with child for England I sailed over,
I left my parents almost wild since I became a rover.

How many battles I′ve been in thro’ France and Spain and Flanders,
And always fought with courage bold under my brave commanders,
But thro′ the usage I received no one shall ever control me,
Resolved for my liberty strong walls never should hold me.

Back to England’s shores I came as fast as wind could blow me,
Resolved for my liberty, no one should e’er control me,
Back to Englands’s shores I came and found my name deserted
My parent’s heart was almost broke and I was much more frightened.

For want of money and a friend then poverty come on me,
For want of money and a friend it brought destruction on me,
The very first man I ever robbed it was a lord of honour
The nobleman I did insult all in a roguish manner.

Give me your gold my lord and make no more denial,
If you resist it is my design with powder and ball to fire,
I put my pistol to his breast which made him for to shiver
Two hundred pounds in brightest gold to me he did deliver.

Besides a gold repeating watch to me he did surrender,
I thought I had a noble prize to be thus befriended,
With a hundred guineas in bright gold I bought a famous gelding
He could jump over the turnpike gate I bought him off Jem Sheldon.

Now mounted on my gallant steed I looked bold and daring
Resolved on the road to go no man I ever did fear him,
The very next man I robbed it was in Covent Garden,
And in two hours after in Newgate I was fasten’d.

I have robbed both lords and dukes of silver plate and money,
All for to maintain myself and for my dearest Polly,
But now in Newgate cells I lie until I am convicted,
For my folly I now mercy crave for I am sore afflicted.

Ewan MacColl sings Tyne o’ Harrow

I am a daring highwayman; my name is Tyne o’ Harrow.
I come of poor but honest folks nigh tae the hills o’ Yarrow.
For getting o’ a maid with child, for England I sailed over.
I left my parents and became a wild and daring rover.

Straight to London I did go where I became a soldier,
Resolved to fight Britannia’s foes; no sergeant-at-arms was bolder.
They sent me tae a foreign land whaur cannons loud did rattle.
Believe me, lads, I do not boast how I behaved in battle.

Many’s the battle I’ve been in, in Holland and French Flanders;
I always fought with courage keen, led on by brave commanders.
But a cruel ensign called me out and I was flogged and carted;
Cruel the usage they gave me, and so I soon deserted.

Straight for England I set sail as fast as wind could heave me,
Resolved that of my liberty there should no man deprive me.
I slipped intae the fields by night, by all my friends forsaken,
I could not walk the road by day for fear I should be taken.

Being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied,
I robbed Lord Lowndes on the King’s highway with my pistols heavy loaded.
I clapped my pistol tae his breast which set him all a-quiver,
Five hundred pounds in ready gold to me he did deliver.

With part of my new store of gold I bought a famous gelding
That could jump over a five-barred gate; I bought him from Ned Fielding.
Lord Arkinstone intae his coach I robbed near Covent Garden,
And two hours later that same night I robbed the Earl of Warren.

One night at Turnham Green I robbed a revenue collector,
And what I took from him I gave to a widow to protect her.
I always robbed the rich and great, to rob the poor I scorn-ed,
But now in iron chains I’m bound, in doom I now lie born-ed.

For straight in Newgate I’m confined and by the law convicted.
To hang on Tyburn tree’s my fate, of which I’m much affrighted.
Fareweel, my friends and countrymen and my native hills of Yarrow.
Kind providence may test the soul of Alan Tyne o Harrow.

Peter Bellamy sings Tyne of Harrow

I am a gallant highwayman; my name is Tyne of Harrow.
I come of poor but honest folk nigh to the hills of Yarrow.
’Twas for getting of a maid with child, to England I came over.
I left my parents and became a wild and daring rover.

And straight to London I did go where I became a soldier,
Resolved to fight Britannia’s foes; no champion could be bolder.
They sailed me to a foreign land where the cannon loud did rattle.
And believe me, lads, I do not boast how I behaved in battle.

For many’s the battle I was in, in Holland and French Flanders;
I always fought with a courage keen, led on by brave commanders.
But a cruel ensign called me out and I was flogged and carted;
Cruel the usage they gave me, and so I soon deserted.

And straight for England I set sail as fast as wind could heave me,
Resolved that of my liberty no man should e’er relieve me.
I slept by night in auburn fields, by all old friends forsaken,
And I dared not walk the roads by day for fear I should be taken.

But being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied,
Well, I robbed Lord Lowndes on the King’s highway with my pistols heavy loaded.
I clapped my pistols to his breast which caused him for to quiver,
And five hundred pound in ready gold to me he did deliver.

With part of my new store of gold I bought a famous gelding
That could jump o’er a five-bar gate; I bought it from Ned Fielding.
Lord Arkinstone in his fine coach I robbed at Covent Garden,
And two hours later the same night I robbed the Earl of Warren.

And one night by Turnham Green I robbed a revenue collector,
And what I took form him I gave to a widow to protect her.
For I always robbed the rich and great, for to rob the poor I scorn-ed,
But now they leave me to my fate, in iron chains adorn-ed.

Yes, it’s straight in Newgate I am bound and by the laws convicted.
For to hang on Tyburn tree’s my fate, of which I’m much affrighted.
Farewell, my friends and countrymen and my native hills of Yarrow.
Kind providence will test the soul of Alan Tyne of Harrow.

Tim Radford recitates The Jolly Highwayman

It’s of a Jolly Highwayman, likewise a noted rover
I drove my parents almost wild when I first went a roving.

I rob’ed lords, I rob’ed dukes in a very rakish manner
Not only to maintain myself likewise my aged mother.

The very first man that I did rob, it being a lord of honour
I was resolved the roads to go, not one could come a-near me.

“Deliver your money my lord,” said I, “without any more desire,
For if you don’t it’s my delight some powder and shot to fire.”

I put a pistol to his breast, which made him for to shiver
Ten hundred guineas all in bright gold to me he did deliver.

Besides a gold repeater watch to me he did surrender
I thought I had a noble prize to me he did deliver.

The very next man that I did rob, was down in Commons garden,
And not long after he was robbed, in Newgate I was fastened.

To hear the turnkeys, locks and bolts at six o’clock in the morning
So under the Newgate I must drop, so fair you well companions.

Daoirí Farrell sings Valentine O’Hara

I am a gallant highwayman called Valentine O’Hara,
And I come from poor but decent folk nigh to the Hill of Tara.
By the getting of a maid with child to England I went over;
I left my parents and I became a wild and daring rover.

Well it’s straight to England I did go where I became a soldier,
Resolved to fight Britannia’s foe, not Hector Great was bolder.
I fought all in some foreign shores where cannons loud did rattle,
Believe me boys I do not boast how I behaved in battle.

Well it’s many’s the battle I fought in, in Holland and French Flanders;
But I always fought with a courage keen led on by great commanders.
Until a cruel ensign found me out and I was flogged and carted,
Oh, cruel usage they gave me and so I soon departed.

Well it’s straight back to England I did go as fast as winds would drive me,
Resolved that of my liberty no man could e’er deny me.
But I slept out in the fields at night by all my friends forsaken,
I dare not walk the road by day for fear I might be taken.

But I being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied,
I robbed Lord Nounce on the King’s highway with pistols heavy loaded.
I placed my pistols to his breast which caused his heart to quiver,
Five hundred pounds in ready gold to me he did deliver.

Well with part of my new store of gold I bought a famous gelding
That could jump over a five bar gate and I bought him from Ned Fielding.
Lord Arkenstone all in his coach I robbed near Covent Garden
And two hours later that same night I robbed the Earl of Warren.

In Turnham Green I next did rob the revenue collector
And what I took from him I gave to a widow to protect her.
I always robbed the rich and great for to rob the poor I scorned,
And now in iron chains I’m bound and doomed I now lie burning.

And it’s straight to Newgate I do go all by the law convicted,
To hang all on the Tyburn tree of which I’m much affrighted.
Farewell my friends and neighbours, all likewise my native Tara,
Kind providence may test the soul of Valentine O’Hara.