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Aldingar (Child 59) Sir Aldingar was highly-prized by F. J. Child, but he could find only two texts, one from the famous Percy Folio Manuscript (probably compiled in Northern England around 1650) and another from Sir Walter Scott’s Minstrelsey of the Scottish Border, published in 1803. These are significantly different, in that the latter (Child 59 B) has an adult character, Sir Hugh Le Blond, kill the villain Rodingham in battle over the queen’s honour, and omits the prophetic dream. Several scholars, Child included, tried to draw parallels with the Scandinavian ballad Ravengaard og Memering, documented in 1550, and with much earlier quasi-historical prose accounts and folk tales on the ‘accused queen’ theme. The ‘David and Goliath’ combat scenario occurs in several of these, with the champion variously described as a small man, a dwarf or – in William of Malmesbury’s account of around 1100 – “a page-boy, the keeper of the queen’s pet starling”. Sir Aldingar was never encountered by any collector of traditional
song, and has never been recorded in English by a folk revival musician
until now, when by a bizarre coincidence Chris Foster and myself (rather
like the proverbial buses that arrive late and plurally) recorded our
own different takes on the ballad co-incidentally, independently and almost
simultaneously. Chris’s version is on Outsiders (Green
Man, GMCD 003) That said, my ballad is collated from the Child A and B versions as follows: Verses 1, 14, 15, 16, 17, 19, 21, 22, 23, 26, 27, 28, 29, 31, 32, and 33 are adapted from A, with considerable condensation and rewording (sometimes only a few words of the original verse remain); verses 2 – 11, 24 and 30 are based loosely on B; verse 13 is from an additional three-verse fragment Child labelled 59C; verses 12, 18, 20, 25 and 34 are largely fabricated, in the spirit of the originals. Verse 18, for instance, combines the idea of messengers heading for the points of the compass - from B - with the successful quest of the Eastward-travelling messenger, from A. And although A includes the promotion of the leper to steward, the fact of the king rewarding the champion is from B – both went into my v34. The champion is described in A as “a little child”, appearing
to be “four yeeres old”. This was taking David and Goliath
a bit far, and threatened to make the battle scene rather farcical, so
I made him a bit larger, and left his nature ambiguous. A hobbit, perhaps? |
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1. Our
king he’s wed a comely queen fair as the morning star And in his court he’s kept a steward, called Sir Aldingar |
2. The
birds sang sweet as any bell that rang in heaven above Sir Aldingar’s to the queen’s bedchamber to declare his love |
3. I
love you well my queen, my dame, the truth to you I’ll tell And for to lie one night with you, the salt seas I would sail. |
4.
Away, away, false Aldingar, and darken not my door Would you defile the king’s own bed, and make his queen a whore? |
5.
Sir Aldingar ran from the room, an angry man was he But there he met a leper begging for his meat and fee |
6.
He’s given that leper wine to drink, liquor strong and sweet ‘Til he was as drunk as any lord, and he fell fast asleep |
7. He’s
taken him in his two arms, and carried him along Until he came to the queen’s bedchamber and there he’s laid him down |
8. Now
he has gone unto the king and fell upon his knee Sire, your queen’s a false woman, as you may plainly see |
9.
He’s taken him to the queen’s chamber, pulled back the snow-white
sheets And there they saw that leper who was lying fast asleep |
10. The
king has called out for the queen, and an angry man was he Saying, you have took that leper to your bed instead of me |
| 11. Since
he has lain all in your arms, you’ll never lie in mine Since you have kissed his ugly mouth, I’ll never more kiss thine |
12. I
will build a gallows tall to hang this leper man And I will build a bonfire high and in it you shall burn |
13.
They’ve put her in a prison strong for quarter of a year Where mice and rats ran o’er the floor and tore her yellow hair |
14.
And she has dreamed a dreadful dream, in the bed where she did rest A gryphon seized her in its claws and carried her to its nest |
15.
But then there came out from the East a hawk so small and brown Fell upon that deadly beast and struck it to the ground |
16.
I wish, I wish, I was a man, in battle I would prove I’d fight the traitor Aldingar, at him I’d cast my glove |
17.
But since I cannot battle make, grant to me this right |
18.
The queen has sent her messengers to the North, the West and South But none of them could find a man to prove the queen’s own worth |
19. Save
for one last messenger, he rode out to the East And there he met with a little one no higher than his own breast |
20. Oh
you are not the man I seek, though you may make so bold For you are no more of a man than a child of ten years old |
| 21. Turn
again, you messenger, do not me deny |
22.
Bid the queen remember how the hawk so small and brown Fell upon that deadly beast and struck it to the ground |
23. Turn
again, you messenger, greet the queen from me In time of trial help shall come, so merry she should be |
24.
Now they have built a bonfire high, forced the queen therein Set in a black velvet chair, as a token of her sin |
25.
And they have brought the brands of fire while tears fell to her breast |
26.
Saying pull away those brands of fire, douse the flames right well I’ll fight the traitor Aldingar and send his soul to Hell |
27.
But when he saw that little one, he laughed both long and hard Should I fear to fight a man scarce taller than a yard? |
28.
The little one pulled forth his sword, it shone as bright as gold It cast its light all o’er the field as he set forth so bold |
29. He
struck first at Aldingar, took his legs off at the knee |
30.
And the next stroke that the little one struck, it pierced him through
the side ‘Til his heart’s blood came a-running like some crimson tide |
31.
A priest, a priest, cries Aldingar for I am bound to die I will confess my dreadful deed, no longer can I lie |
32.
Full well I loved my beauteous queen, to me she did say nay ‘Twas me that brought that leper man all in her bed to lie |
33. Take
your wife, my noble king, love her, what e’er befall For she has proved as true to you as the stone is to the wall |
34.
The king has made that little man lord of his Eastern lands And he has took that leper for the steward at his right hand |