MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
The Councillor
John Myrick NFLD 2 Tape 20 Track 4
St. Shott's Audio:
Ballad

LEACH: All right, let her play.
MYRICK:

It's of a councillor I declare he had one comely daughter
And she was such a beauty bright. Remark what followed after
Her uncle left her I declare large heir to a position
And for her father to take care all at his own discretion

Lords and knights of high renown this fair one came a-courting
But none of them her favour gained or so it is reported
Till at length a squire's youngest son got her into a room
And when he had her favour gained I fear twill prove my ruin

And then out spoke the young man bold like a true politician
Your father he's a councillor we'll tell him our condition
Ten guineas bright will be his fee he'll think I'll be some stranger
And for the gold he'll counsel us. He'll free us from all dangers

Early next morning the young man rose, went to the lawyers chambers
But sure the lawyer did not know but that he was some stranger
And when the councillor saw the gold and himself to be the gainer
He told to him a pleasant tale and how he would obtain her

Do you get a horse, the councillor said. Do you get up behind her
She'll bring you to some neighbour's house where none of her friends will find her
'Twas she stole you, you may declare now to avoid all fury
This is law I will maintain before all judge and jury

Early next morning the young man rose-

(Speaks) oh I'm astray now [pause]

(Sings)
And then out spoke the young man bold by you l am befriended
It's to your house I'll bring my wife when all this joke is ended

Early next morning the young man rose good news to his dear he carried
And she her father's counsel took and they were safely married
They spent that night in merriment and joy beyond expression
And home next day she did return to beg her father's blessing

And then out spoke the young man bold l hope there's no indicting
For this is law if law there be for here is your handwriting

Oh thunder noun [sic] the councillor said were they ever a man so fitted
Although l am a councillor by you I am outwitted
She might get a Lord or a duke he said of a higher blood descendence
But then she is your Iawful wife how can l be offended

And here's five thousand pounds in gold left her by my brother
And when l die she must have all for a child l got no other


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