MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Patrick Power
Ned Williams NFLD 2 Tape 12 Track 2
St. Vincent's Audio:
Ballad

LEACH: All right
NED WILLIAMS: l got to get out on it now
(Sings)

Oh Patrick Power it is my name in Wexford l was born
I done this crime l can’t deny in shame and wicked scorn
I broke the laws of God and man and for it l must die
My father's blood for vengeance up to heaven loud do cry

There was a girl lived near us; I courted her as you see
I ofttimes robbed my father and spent it on my dear
There's one she gave to me that dreadful deed l done
I thought to gain my father s farm I bein' his eldest son

On the fourth night of october I watched him coming home
Not fearing any danger he might be all alone
But like a hungry tiger I rushed upon my prey
It’s with a fork l stabbed him and his life l took away

Full fifteen wounds l give him sore I left him in his gore
Those bitter tears of abguis (?) the same l do implore
The devil three times stood by my side the same l can't deny
But now l am quite reconciled in grief and shame to die

The fork that done this dreadful deed as you may understand
The prongs and handle l did wash and scoured them well wit’ sand
My mother found it in the barn early the next morn
Where the night: before l hid it safe beneath some straw and corn

No now I am arrested and for this l must die

(Speaks) I’m astray now l 'spect.
Now l am arrested-


(Sings) Now I am arrested and logged in Sligo gaol

(Speaks) Oh gosh I’m ________ too bad now

(Sings) The jury found me guilty the judge to me did say
On the sixth of April '66 will be your dying day

Oh God bless those holy pious priests that tend me in my cell
Both night and day stayed with me duty to fulfill
Likewise the sisters of charity instructions gave to me
May the blessed mother be their safeguard whilst I lay in my grave

Farewell my honourable mother it’s a loss you may be sure
To see your husband murdered and bleeding in 'is gore
To see the son you reared so dear must die in shame and scorn
God comfort your poor broken heart l wish l was never barn

(Speaks) That were... that were the last verse
LEACH: That's the last verse.

NED WILLIAMS:
Yes 'Farewell my honourable mother' but I start there;
‘It’s a loss you might be sure.’

(Sings)
Farewell my honourable mother it's a loss you might be sure.
To see your husband murdered and bleeding in ‘is gore
To see the son you reared so dear must die in shame and scorn
God comfort your poor broken heart l wish l was never born


Notes


Text: A young man in Wexford murdered his father with a fork so that he would inherit the farm. He was arrested and sentenced to death. In other versions in this collection, as in the “Wexford Girl,” the girl is killed.

Tune: The text is through composed and the melody repeats with each verse. The meter is unstable but is closest to 4/4 and the mode is A-flat Mixolydian or A-flat major with a flattened seventh.

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