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Archie o' Cawfield / Bold Archer / The Escape of Old John Webb

[ Roud 83 ; Master title: Archie o' Cawfield ; Child 188 ; G/D 2:244 ; Ballad Index C188 ; Bodleian Roud 83 ; Mudcat 9037 ; trad.]

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Harry Cox sang the Scottish raiding ballad Bold Archer in a recording made by Leslie Shepard from 9 October 1965 on his 2000 Topic anthology of traditional songs and tunes from a Norfolk farm worker, The Bonny Labouring Boy. Steve Roud commented:

As befits its origin as a Scottish raiding ballad, the majority of known versions of this song were collected in Scotland, but it was also reported a handful of times in England and a number of times in North America. As Archie o' Cawfield, Child gives the two earliest known texts (from 1780 and 1791). Harry's is a severely trimmed version (Child's A text, for example, has forty-five verses), but all the essentials of the story are present.

Tony Rose sang Bold Archer in 1976 on his third album, On Banks of Green Willow. He noted:

Bold Archer, alias Archer of Cawfield, has the familiar modern ring of officialdom gone mad!—a red tape ballad, to coin a phrase. I've supplemented Sharp's fragment called The Burglar from Mrs. Glover of Huish Episcopi, Somerset, with an American text from Massachusetts.

Sam Richards and Tish Stubbs printed Bold Archer in their 1979 book The English Folksinger and sang it on the accompanying Transatlantic album of the same name.

Jim Eldon sang Bold Dickie & Bold Archie on the 1997 CD Jim & Lynette Eldon.

Debra Cowan got Bold Archer from the singing of Tony Rose and sang it on her 2001 CD The Long Grey Line. She noted:

Known as Archie O' Cawfield in Scotland and Billy Broke Locks in America, this story could be described as a Red Tape Ballad. It involves Archer, who is held in prison with assorted manacles, chains and heavy iron balls weighing about two tons. His friend, Bold Dickie, breaks into prison and carries Archer away, chains and all. The red tape comes in when the High Sheriff catches up with them and is not so much concerned with his escaped prisoner, but with the loss of two ton of ironmongery, which he has probably had to sign for at some point.

Duncan Williamson of Ladybank, Fife, sang The Brothers to Mike Yates in 2001. This was included in 2003 on Yates' Kyloe anthology of ballads, songs and tune from the Scottish Borders, Borders, and in 2008 in his book Traveller's Joy.

John Kirkpatrick sang Bold Archer in 2009 on the Brass Monkey CD Head of Steam; they finished the track with the Morris tune Dearest Dicky. John Kirkpatrick commented:

Bags of swash and buckle in this Boys' Own yarn based on one of the items in the vast repertoire of the prolific Norfolk singer Harry Cox. The song is allegedly descended from one of the Scottish Mafia ballads, Archie o' Cawfield (Child No. 188), but our version is pleasantly ambiguous about time and place. As Dicky is clearly the hero of the day, we duly celebrate with the unique morris dance tune named in his honour, from Field Town in Oxfordshire.

Brass Monkey played Bold Archer live at The Electric Theatre Guildford in March 2009:

Isambarde sang an American version, The Escape of Old John Webb, on their 2010 CD Telling Tales, and their singer Chris Green returned to the song in 2019 on the GreenMatthews CD Roots & Branches. They noted:

This song tells of the daring escape of a master forger in 1730s Massachusetts and highlights the growing antipathy to British rule in the state at the time, which would soon culminate in the Declaration of Independence in 1996. All of which went a bit over Chris's head when his dad used to sing him to sleep with it at the age of five.

Jon Boden sang Bold Archer as the 20 June 2011 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. He commented in the blog:

I think this is the only song I’ve learnt from Harry Cox—off the Bonny Labouring Boy double CD. Much as I enjoyed listening to it, this was the only one that demanded to be learnt. Evidently John Kirkpatrick thought the same as he recorded it with Brass Monkey shortly after I learnt it. It feels like it’s a very old song—makes me think of Border Reivers.

Ollie King sang Bold Archer in 2004 on his RootBeat CD Gambit. He commented in the blog:

A song I first heard by Brass Monkey, which comes from the singing of Harry Cox of Norfolk. Here, I've compiled the lyrics from various sources, including my own head.

Danny Pedler and Rosie Butler Hall sang Bold Archer on their 2015 EP Bold.

Lyrics

Harry Cox sings Bold Archer	Tony Rose sings Bold Archer
It was all in the month of June Just as the flowers were in full bloom, A castle was built upon Kanser green All for to put Bold Archer in.	As I rode out one May morning, All at the dawning of the day, I heard two brothers making moan, And listened a while to what they did say.
“So now our brother in prison do lay Condemned to die is he. If I had eleven such brothers as me So soon a poor prisoner I'd set free.”	“We have a brother in prison,” said they, “All in the prison lieth he. If we had ten men like ourselves We soon should set the prisoner free.”
“Oh, eleven,” said Richard, “is little enough, Full forty there must be. The chains and the bars will have to be broke Before Bold Archer we can set free.	“Oh no, oh no, Bold Dickie,” he cried. “Oh no, oh no, it never can be, Forty men would be little enough And I to ride in their company.
“Now ten for to stand by our horses' heads, Ten for to guard us round about, Ten for to stand by the castle door, And ten for to bring Bold Archer out.”	“Ten to hold the horses in, Ten to guard the city about, And ten to stand at the prison door, And ten to let Bold Archer out.”
	So they mounted their horses and so rode they, Who but they so merrily? They rode till they came to the riverside And there they alighted so manfully.
	They mounted their horses and so swam they, Who but they so manfully? They swam till they came to the other side And there they alighted so drippingly.
	They mounted their horses and so rode they, Who but they so gallantly! Rode till they came to the prison door And there they alighted so daringly.
	“Oh Archer, oh Archer,” Bold Dickie he cried, “Oh, look you not so mournfully I've forty men in my company And we are come to set you free.”
	“Oh no, oh no,” poor Archer he cried, “Oh no, oh no, it never can be, I've forty weight of good Spanish iron Between my ankle and my knee.”
Now Dickie broke locks and Dickie broke bars, Dickie broke everything he could see. He took Bold Archer under his arm, Carried him out most manfully.	But Dickie broke locks and Dickie broke keys, And Dickie broke everything he could see. He took the Bold Archer under his arm And carried him out so manfully.
They mounted their horses, away they did ride, Bold Archer he mounted so merry and free. They rode till they came to a far water side Where they dismounted so manfully.	And they mounted their horses and so rode they, Who but they so gallantly? They rode till they came to the riverside And there they alighted so daringly.
And there they ordered the music to play; It played so sweet and joyfully, And the very best dancer amongst them all Was Bold Archer who they set free.	“Oh Dickie, oh Dickie,” Bold Archer he cried, “Take my love to my wife and my children three, My horse it is lame, he cannot swim, And here I fear that I must die.”
	They changed their horses and so swam they, Who but they so gallantly? Swam till they came to the other side, And there they alighted so shiveringly.
“Oh look back, look back,” Bold Archer he cried, “Look back, look back,”cried he, “Here come the high shrieve on honoured Dundee With a hundred man in his company.”	“Oh Dickie, oh Dickie,” Bold Archer he cried, “Look you yonder there and see, I think I see the old sheriff a-coming A hundred men in his company.”
“Come back, come back,” now cried the high shrieve, “Come back, come back,” cried he, “If you don't return my irons to me, Bold Archer a prisoner still must be.”	“Dickie, oh Dickie,” the sheriff he cried, “You are the worst rascal that ever I see. Give me back the iron you stole And I will set the prisoner free.”
“No nay, no nay, that never can be, No that can never be. The iron will do our horses to shoe The smith he do ride in our company.”	“I am like an owl that flies by night, And I will fly from tree to tree. The iron will do to shoe our horses: The blacksmith rides in our company.”
So he wrote a letter home to his wife, Unto his children three, Saying, “My horse he is lame and I cannot swim, So condemned this day I shall be.”	“Oh Dickie, oh Dickie,” the sheriff he cried, “You are the worst rascal ever I see.” ”Thank you for nothing,” Bold Dickie he cried, ”And you are a fool for following me.”
Harry Cox sings Bold Archer	Brass Monkey sing Bold Archer
It was all in the month of June Just as the flowers were in full bloom, A castle was built upon Kanser green All for to put Bold Archer in.	It was all in the month of June Just as the flowers were in full bloom, A castle was built upon the green All for to put Bold Archer in.
	I'm like the owl that flies by night, The owl that flies from tree to tree, On silent wings I swoop and glide That's all to set Bold Archer free.
“So now our brother in prison do lay Condemned to die is he. If I had eleven such brothers as me So soon a poor prisoner I'd set free.”	“Now our brother in prison do lie And this very day condemned to die, If I had eleven such brothers as we So soon the prisoner right set free.”
“Oh, eleven,” said Richard, “is little enough, Full forty there must be. The chains and the bars will have to be broke Before Bold Archer we can set free.	“Eleven,” said Dickie, “is little enough, Oh little, oh little, that never can be. Full forty fine fellows our party must be. Before Bold Archer we can set free.
“Now ten for to stand by our horses' heads, Ten for to guard us round about, Ten for to stand by the castle door, And ten for to bring Bold Archer out.”	“Ten for to stand by our horses' heads, Ten for to guard us round about, Ten for to stand by the castle door, And ten for to bring Bold Archer out.”
Now Dickie broke locks and Dickie broke bars, Dickie broke everything he could see. He took Bold Archer under his arm, Carried him out most manfully.	Well, Dickie broke locks and Dickie broke bars, Dickie broke everything he could see. And Dickie broke in where Bold Archer lay, “Here's forty good men to set your free.”
	“Oh brother, dear brother,” Bold Archer he said, “On no, dear brother, that never can be, I've fifty great pounds of good Spanish iron Between my ankle and my knee.”
	“Oh, fifty great pounds is little enough,” Said Dickie, “Oh little, that never can be.” And he's taken Bold Archer under his arm And carried him out so manfully.
They mounted their horses, away they did ride, Bold Archer he mounted so merry and free. They rode till they came to a far water side Where they dismounted so manfully.	They mounted their horses, away they did ride, Bold Archer he mounted so merry and free. They rode till they came to the far river side, A rumbling roar as full as the sea.
	“Oh brother, dear brother,” Bold Archer he said, “My love to my wife and my children three. My horse he is lame and I cannot swim o'er, Condemned to stay I shall surely be.”
	“Oh mount my mare,” Bold Dickie he said, “Mount my mare and sat behind me. She's beaten the devil this many long years, She'll beat him again to set you free.”
And there they ordered the music to play; It played so sweet and joyfully, And the very best dancer amongst them all Was Bold Archer who they set free.	So they have taken the water so wide, The rumbling roar as full as the sea, And fifty great pounds of good Spanish iron That mare she bore as no more than a flea.
“Oh look back, look back,” Bold Archer he cried, “Look back, look back,”cried he, “Here come the high shrieve on honoured Dundee With a hundred man in his company.”	“Look back, look back,” Bold Archer he cried, “You little do think what I can see, “Here comes the high sheriff, a (hothead?) beside With a hundred man in his company.”
“Come back, come back,” now cried the high shrieve, “Come back, come back,” cried he, “If you don't return my irons to me, Bold Archer a prisoner still must be.”	“Come back, come back,” the sheriff he cried, “Oh come and return what's mine to me. Swim back on your mare with my good Spanish iron, Oh, Bold Archer a prisoner still must be.”
“No nay, no nay, that never can be, No that can never be. The iron will do our horses to shoe The smith he do ride in our company.”	“No nay, no nay, that never can be, You're greatly mistaken, high sheriff,” said he, “The iron will do our horses to shoe For the smith he do ride in our company.”
	“That iron cost dear,” the sheriff he said, “You're the damnedest young rascal I ever did see!” “Why, thank you for nothing,” Bold Archer he cried, “You're the damnedest old fool for following me!”
So he wrote a letter home to his wife, Unto his children three, Saying, “My horse he is lame and I cannot swim, So condemned this day I shall be.”	And there they ordered the music to play; It played so sweet and joyfully, And the very best dancer amongst them all Was Bold Archer who they set free.

GreenMatthews sing The Escape of Old John Webb

Nine men to guard the British rank
And five to watch the town above
And one to stand on either hand
And one to let Bill Tenor out.

He had eighty weight of Spanish iron
Between his neck bone and his knee,
But Billy took Johnny up under his arm
And carried him away right easily.

Chorus:
And Billy broke locks and Billy broke bolts
And Billy broke all that he came nigh,
Until he came to the dungeon door
And that he broke right manfully.

So they stole them a horse and away did ride
And who but they rode gallantly,
Until they came to the river bank,
To the river running wild and free.

The British are comin' close sound their heels
And who but they stood fearfully,
'Till Billy took Johnny up on his back
And carried him over it easily.

Chorus

So they stopped at an inn so that they might dance
And who but they danced merrily
And the very best dancer among them all
Was old John Webb who was just set free!

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