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Kemp Owyne / Kemp Owen
[
Roud 3912
, 3176
; Child 34
; Ballad Index C034
, C034A
; trad.]
Brian Peters sang Kemp Owyne in 1997 on his CD Sharper Than the Thorn. He commented in his liner notes:
Kemp Owyne is a sword 'n' sorcery ballad from 19th century Aberdeenshire, with links to Icelandic sagas and the usual fairy story themes of transmogrification and wicked stepmothers.
Frankie Armstrong sang Kemp Owen in 2000 on her Fellside CD The Garden of Love. The album's liner notes commented:
Only one tune has ever been found for this weirdest of weird ballads. It was taken down from Mrs Brown of Falkland, Aberdeenshire, by her nephew, who wasn't very good at that kind of thing. Frankie spent ages trying to create a singable version only to give up defeated. Then she heard Brian Peters sing his reconstruction of the text and Mrs Brown's tune. That was it!
Former Witch of Elswick, Fay Hield learnt Kemp Owen from The Oxford Book of Ballads (no. 15, Kempion) and sang it in 2010 on her first solo CD, Looking Glass. She commented:
I have adapted the text from the Scots dialect into my kind of English, and edited to make a mere seven minutes long version. The melody is a mashed up version of the traditional tune Iron Legs.
Another former Witch of Elswick, Bryony Griffith sang Kemp Owen in 2014 on her CD Nightshade. She noted:
Child Ballad 34; learnt from a copy of The Oxford Book of Ballads with melodies in it, but added to from other sources. It was the first full ballad that I ventured to learn in about 2003. At over eight minutes, it rarely gets sung out.
Graham Pirt sang the related ballad The Laidley Worm o' Spindleston Heugh (Roud 3176; Child 34 Appendix) in 2008 on his and his son Sam Pirt's Fellside album Dance ti' Thee Daddy. He commented in the album's notes:
One of the traditional worm ballads of northern Europe, this tells of the sister of Childy Wynd whose beauty angered her stepmother and so was turned into a loathsome worm until rescued by her brother. There is a belief that it was written in the 1600s by the border shepherd, James Armstrong. The final verse is one of my favourites in all ballads.
Lyrics
Brian Peters sings Kemp Owyne | Frankie Armstrong sings Kemp Owen |
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Oh come list awhile my bonny child, |
Come list a while my bonny child, |
Her mother died when she was young |
Her mother died when she was young |
She servèd her with foot and hand |
She servèd her well, both hand and foot |
Saying, “Oh lie you there, dove Isabel, |
“Oh lie you there, dove Isabel |
Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong, |
Her neck grew long, her teeth grew strong, |
“Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise, |
“It's from this rock I'll never rise, |
Now word has gone to Kemp Owyne |
Now word has come to Kemp Owen |
A mile before he reached the shore |
A mile before he's reached the shore |
“Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise, |
“It's from this rock I'll never rise, |
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir craig, |
He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir craig, |
“Oh it's from this rock I'll never rise, |
“It's from this rock I'll never rise, |
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir craig, |
He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir craig, |
“It's from this rock I'll never rise, |
“It's from this rock I'll never rise, |
So he's mounted up the Eastmuir craig, |
He's mounted o'er the Eastmuir craig, |
“Oh was it wolf into the wood? |
“O was it wolf into the wood? |
“Oh it was not wolf into the wood, |
“It was not wolf into the wood, |
A heavier curse fall her upon |
A heavier curse light her upon |
Fay Hield sings Kemp Owen
Her mother died when she was young
Which gave her cause to grieve and mourn.
Her father married the very worst woman
That ever lived in Christendom.
She served her stepmother night and day
In everything that she could do,
Till once when in a fit of rage
She threw her over a craig of the sea.
Saying, “Lie you there, young Isabel,
And all my sorrows lie with thee,
Till Kemp Owen shall come to the craig
And break this spell with kisses three.”
Her breath grew strong and her hair grew long,
Twisted three times round the tree.
And all the people far and near
Thought that a savage beast was she.
And how she cried for Kemp Owen
That he might come but near to her hand.
Word has gone to Kemp Owen
That such a beast was in his land.
So he has built a bonny boat,
Set it sailing on the sea;
But before he reached a mile from the land
The beast has set the red fire free.
So he has taken up his bow
And he’s aimed an arrow at her head;
Swore if she’d not quit the land
With that same shaft he would shoot her dead.
“Oh, I’ll not rise out of my den,
Though it is not for fear of thee,
Till Kemp Owen, the King’s own son,
Shall come to the craig and kiss with me.”
Her breath was strong and her hair was long,
Twisted three times round the tree,
And away she swam, again she came,
Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal sword,” she said,
“That I found in the salt, salt sea.
And while your body it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be.
But if you'll touch me tail or fin,
I swear this sword your death shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig
And about the tree she came with a swing.
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
And the royal sword he has brought with him.
Her breath was strong and her hair was long,
Twisted twice about the tree,
And away she swam, again she came,
Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal belt,” she said,
“That I found in the salt, salt sea.
And while your body it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be.
But if you'll touch me tail or fin,
I swear your death this belt shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig
And about the tree she came with a swing.
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
And the royal belt he has brought with him.
Her breath was strong and her hair was long,
Twisted once about the tree,
And away she swam, again she came,
Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal ring,” she said,
“That I found in the salt, salt sea.
And while your body it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be.
But if you'll touch me tail or fin,
I swear this ring your death shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig
And about the tree she came with a swing.
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
And the royal ring he has brought with him.
Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short,
Twisted no more round the tree,
And away she swam, again she came,
The fairest woman that you ever did see.
“Oh, was it a werewolf of the wood,
Was it a mermaid on the sea?
Was it a man or a vile witch woman,
My own true love, that misshaped thee?”
“Oh, it wasn't a werewolf of the wood,
Nor was it a mermaid on the sea.
But it was my own stepmother,
A cruel and wicked woman is she.”
“A heavy curse will light her on,
Her hair will grow rough, her teeth grow long.
And on her four feet she will crawl,
All alone condemned to be.
And in the Wormeswood she will dwell
And of this spell she will never go free.”
Links and Acknowledgements
Brian Peters' and Frankie Armstrong's words are from the Mudcat Café thread Lyr Req/Add: Kemp Owen (from Frankie Armstrong).