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The Grey Hawk / Little Grey Hawk
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Roud 293
/ Song Subject MAS981
; Ballad Index ChWII149
; VWML HAM/3/11/19
; DT GREYHAWK
, GREYHWK2
; trad.]
Sabine Baring-Gould, Henry Fleetwood Sheppard: The Bonny Bird Songs of the West Emily B. Lyle: The Blackbird Andrew Crawfurd’s Collection of Ballads and Songs Roy Palmer: The Grey Hawk Everyman’s Book of English Country Songs Frank Purslow: The Grey Hawk Marrow Bones James Reeves: The Grey Hawk The Everlasting Circle
Bob Roberts sang The Grey Hawk in an EFDSS recording made by Peter Kennedy on the 1960 Collector EP Stormy Weather Boys! and in a recording by Tony Engle from August 1977 on his Topic LP Songs From the Sailing Barges. A.L. Lloyd noted on the latter album:
Among Bob’s older folk songs his version of The Grey Hawk is remarkable. Better known as My Bonny Boy, this song usually ignores any references to birds and is sung to a handsome variant of the Henry Martin tune. But originally it was a Restoration ballad (c. 1675) called Cupid’s Trepan, beginning “Once did I love a bonny, bonny bird”, and unlike other traditional survivals of the song, Bob’s version—uniquely, as far as I know—keeps close to the original tune as printed some three hundred years ago.
Bob Blake sang The Grey Hawk, at his home near Horsham, Sussex in 1974 to Mike Yates. This recording was released in the followign year on the Topic anthology of countryside songs from Southern England, When Sheepshearing’s Done. It was also included in 2001 on the Musical Traditions anthology of songs and music from the Mike Yates Collection, Up in the North and Down in the South. Mike Yates noted:
The Grey Hawk stems from a long 17th century blackletter broadside, Cupid’s Trepan, and is quite rare in tradition today. Bob Blake learnt the song in the 1930s whilst on a cycling holiday in the West Country, and his version is very similar to one which the Hammond brothers collected in 1905 from Robert Barrett of Puddletown in Dorset—although this and the Baring-Gould collection from Mary Langworth in Stoke Flemming, Devon, are the only West Country instances in Roud. Indeed, Bob might have found it at home, since Percy Merrick heard it from Henry Hills of Lodsworth in 1901.
Since we’re told—by Reg Hall, among others—that traditional English tunes do not normally modulate (change key), this one must be quite unusual in that it clearly changes down a fifth at the begining of the third line, and back up again at the following first line.
Although predominantly an English song, My Bonny Boy—to use its more common title—is found in 70 instances spread throughout the English-speaking world, and Rod Stradling recorded a quite different version, I Once Had a Boy, from the Buchan singer Daisy Chapman in 1969, as can be heard on Ythanside. Whether this one truly is a version of the same song, though, is somewhat open to question.
Geoff Jerram sang The Grey Hawk in 1975 on the Forest Tracks album Folk Songs From Dorset of songs collected in 1905-07 by the Hammond Brothers. Frank Purslow noted:
Marrow Bones p. 47, A Dorset Book of Folk Songs p. 14 from Robert Barrett, Piddletown, September/October 1905 [VWML HAM/3/11/19] .
One of a family of songs descended from the 17th century song Cupid’s Trepan. Not only did the text of the original song give rise to many variations and imitations, but the tune became a vehicle for many other texts. All these later off springs can be quite easily identified by the inevitable “Brave boys” refrain and repetition of the last line of each verse. The words of Robert Barrett’s song are a version of the text of the original, slightly rewritten at a later date, and sung to a far better tune. To judge from the songs collected from him, he was a very sensitive singer with an ear for a good tune. It is often forgotten that there are bad traditional singers as well as good ones, and whilst some singers can mangle a tune almost beyond recognition, others can actually improve on what has been passed to them—albeit probably unconsciously—but not always.
Mick Ryan and Pete Harris sang The Grey Hawk in 2004 on their Wild Goose CD Something to Show.
Eliza Carthy and Norma Waterson sang Little Grey Hawk, accompanied by Eliza on fiddle and Martin Simpson on banjo, in 2010 on their Topic CD Gift. Norma Waterson noted:
Eliza carried a photocopied version of this song around in her fiddle case for a good couple of years, thinking it would be a part of Waterson:Carthy’s repertoire, or a part of some repertoire soon—and now that it is, has lost the paper so couldn’t tell you what book it was printed from. However, the lovely Derek Schofield tells us that it was collected by the Hammond Brothers. The tune in the middle is pinched from the Watersons’ repertoire and is called Furze Field.
David Cambridge sang Little Grey Hawk on his 2019 CD Songtales. He noted:
This 17th century song is not really about hawks and hawking at all, but euphemistically describes dalliances with young ladies. It was a lot of fun building the guitar part around the tune and then adding the little jig to finish.
Compare to this song its variant My Bonny Boy as sung by e.g. Anne Briggs, Shirley Collins, and June Tabor.
Lyrics
Bob Roberts sings The Grey Hawk
Once I had a grey hawk, a pretty grey hawk,
A sweet pretty bird of my own;
But she took a flight, she flew away quite
And nobody knows where she’s gone, my brave boys,
And nobody knows where she’s gone.
So through the green forest I rambled away,
And across the green fields I did stray;
I hollered, I whooped, I played on my flute
Not my sweet pretty bird could I find, my brave boys,
Not my sweet pretty bird could I find.
So over the green hills I rambled away,
And along the green paths I did stray;
Lo, there I did spy my sweet pretty bird
And close by the side of a man she did lay,
She was close by the side of a man.
Now he that has got her is welcome to her
To do the best with her he can;
But whilst he has got, and I have her not
I will hawk with her once now and then, my brave boys,
I will hawk with her once now and then.
So happy’s the man who has a good wife,
Far happier is he who has none.
But cursed is he who courteth his friend’s
When he has a good wife of his own, my brave boys,
When he has a good wife of his own.
Bob Blake sings The Grey Hawk
Once I had a hawk, and a pratty grey hawk,
A sweet pratty bird of my own.
But she took a flight, she flew away quite,
And there’s nobody knows where she’s gone, my brave boys,
And there’s nobody knows where she’s gone.
So it’s o’er the wide forest I rambled away,
And down the green paths I did stray.
I hallowed, I whooped, I played on my flute,
Not my sweet pratty bird could I find, my brave boys,
Not my sweet pratty bird could I find.
So it’s over the green hills I rambled away,
And through the green fields I did stray.
Yo, there did I spy my sweet pratty bird,
She was close by the side of a man, my brave boys,
She was close by the side of a man.
Now he that has got her is welcome to keep her,
And do the best with her he can.
Yet whilst that he have her and I have her not,
I will hawk with her once, now and then, my brave boys,
I will hawk with her once, now and then.
O happy’s the man that hath a good wife,
Much better is he that’s got none.
But curs-ed is he that courteth another’s,
When he hath a good wife of his own, my brave boys,
When he hath a good wife of his own.
Eliza Carthy and Norma Waterson sing Little Grey Hawk
Once I had a hawk, and a pretty grey hawk,
Oh, a sweet pretty bird of my own;
But she took a flight, she flew away quite
And there’s nobody knows where she’s gone, my brave boys,
And there’s nobody knows where she’s gone.
So it’s over wild forest I’ve rambled away,
And through the green fields I did stray;
I hollered, I whooped, I played on my flute
Not a sweet pretty bird could I find, my brave boys,
Not a sweet pretty bird could I find.
So it’s over wild forest I’ve rambled away,
And through the green paths I did stray;
Oh there I did spy my sweet pretty bird
She was close by the side of a man, my brave boys,
She was close by the side of a man.
Oh, now that he’s got her he’s welcome to keep her
And do the best with her he can;
But while he has her, and I have her not
I will hawk with her once now and then, my brave boys,
I will hawk with her once now and then.
Though happy’s the man that has a good wife,
Much better is he that’s got none;
But bollocks to you that flirts with another’s
When you have a good wife of your own, my brave boys,
When you have a good wife of your own.