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# Man, man, man is for the woman made | 0:00:10 | 0:00:16 | |
# And the woman for the man | 0:00:16 | 0:00:18 | |
# As the spur is for the jade | 0:00:18 | 0:00:21 | |
# As the scabbard's for the blade | 0:00:21 | 0:00:24 | |
# As for digging is the spade | 0:00:24 | 0:00:26 | |
# As for liquor is the can | 0:00:26 | 0:00:29 | |
# So man, man, man is for the woman made | 0:00:29 | 0:00:35 | |
# And the woman for the man | 0:00:35 | 0:00:38 | |
# As the sceptre's to be sway'd | 0:00:38 | 0:00:41 | |
# As for night's the serenade | 0:00:41 | 0:00:43 | |
# As for pudding is the pan | 0:00:44 | 0:00:46 | |
# And to cool us is the fan | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
# So man, man, man is for the woman made | 0:00:49 | 0:00:55 | |
# And the woman for the man | 0:00:55 | 0:00:58 | |
# Be she widow or be she maid | 0:00:58 | 0:01:01 | |
# Be she well or ill array'd | 0:01:01 | 0:01:03 | |
# Be she wanton, be she stayed | 0:01:03 | 0:01:06 | |
# Princess or harridan | 0:01:06 | 0:01:08 | |
# So man, man, man is for the woman made | 0:01:08 | 0:01:14 | |
# And the woman for the man. # | 0:01:14 | 0:01:18 | |
There's no doubt that Henry Purcell was convinced of the truth | 0:01:25 | 0:01:29 | |
of the title of his song, Man Is For The Woman Made. | 0:01:29 | 0:01:33 | |
But we are going to sing three songs | 0:01:33 | 0:01:35 | |
to throw some light on this eternal riddle, | 0:01:36 | 0:01:39 | |
and the first one is woman as an unforgettable memory | 0:01:39 | 0:01:46 | |
in The Foggy, Foggy Dew. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:48 | |
# When I was a bachelor I liv'd all alone | 0:02:05 | 0:02:10 | |
# And I worked at the weaver's trade | 0:02:10 | 0:02:15 | |
# And the only, only thing I ever did wrong | 0:02:15 | 0:02:21 | |
# Was to woo a fair young maid | 0:02:21 | 0:02:26 | |
# I wooed her in the wintertime | 0:02:26 | 0:02:32 | |
# And in the summer too | 0:02:32 | 0:02:37 | |
# And the only, only thing I did that was wrong | 0:02:37 | 0:02:43 | |
# Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew | 0:02:43 | 0:02:50 | |
# One night she came to my bedside | 0:02:50 | 0:02:56 | |
# Where I lay fast asleep | 0:02:56 | 0:03:02 | |
# She laid her head upon my bed | 0:03:02 | 0:03:07 | |
# And she began to weep | 0:03:07 | 0:03:13 | |
# She sighed, she cried | 0:03:13 | 0:03:15 | |
# She damn near died | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
# She said, "What shall I do?" | 0:03:18 | 0:03:23 | |
# So I hauled her into bed | 0:03:23 | 0:03:27 | |
# And covered up her head | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
# Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew | 0:03:30 | 0:03:36 | |
# Oh, I am a bachelor I live with my son | 0:03:39 | 0:03:44 | |
# And we work at the weaver's trade | 0:03:44 | 0:03:49 | |
# And every single time I look into his eyes | 0:03:49 | 0:03:54 | |
# He reminds me of that fair young maid | 0:03:54 | 0:04:00 | |
# He reminds me of the wintertime | 0:04:00 | 0:04:06 | |
# And of the summer too | 0:04:06 | 0:04:11 | |
# And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms | 0:04:11 | 0:04:18 | |
# Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew. # | 0:04:18 | 0:04:26 | |
Now, woman as deceiver. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
A jilted lover sings Waly, Waly. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:48 | |
# The water is wide | 0:04:57 | 0:05:01 | |
# I cannot get o'er | 0:05:01 | 0:05:04 | |
# And neither have I wings to fly | 0:05:04 | 0:05:12 | |
# Bring me a boat that will carry two | 0:05:12 | 0:05:21 | |
# And both shall row, my love and I | 0:05:21 | 0:05:30 | |
# Oh, down in the meadows the other day | 0:05:32 | 0:05:39 | |
# A-gathering flowers both fine and gay | 0:05:39 | 0:05:47 | |
# A-gathering flowers both red and blue | 0:05:47 | 0:05:56 | |
# I little thought what love can do | 0:05:56 | 0:06:06 | |
# I leaned my back up against some oak | 0:06:11 | 0:06:19 | |
# Thinking that it was a trusty tree | 0:06:19 | 0:06:27 | |
# But first it bended and then it broke | 0:06:27 | 0:06:36 | |
# And so did my false love to me | 0:06:36 | 0:06:46 | |
# A ship there is and she sails the sea | 0:06:47 | 0:06:55 | |
# She's loaded deep, as deep can be | 0:06:55 | 0:07:03 | |
# But not so deep as the love I'm in | 0:07:03 | 0:07:12 | |
# I know not if I sink or swim | 0:07:12 | 0:07:23 | |
# Oh, love is handsome and love is fine | 0:07:28 | 0:07:36 | |
# And love's a jewel while it is new | 0:07:36 | 0:07:45 | |
# But when it is old, it groweth cold | 0:07:45 | 0:07:55 | |
# And fades away like morning dew. # | 0:07:55 | 0:08:10 | |
And now, woman as a faithful companion. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:36 | |
The old English ballad, Sweet Polly Oliver. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:39 | |
# As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed | 0:08:47 | 0:08:52 | |
# A sudden strange fancy came into her head | 0:08:52 | 0:08:58 | |
# "Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove | 0:08:58 | 0:09:03 | |
# "I'll 'list for a soldier and follow my love" | 0:09:03 | 0:09:09 | |
# So early next morning She softly arose | 0:09:10 | 0:09:17 | |
# And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes | 0:09:17 | 0:09:22 | |
# She cut her hair short and she stained her face brown | 0:09:22 | 0:09:28 | |
# And went for a soldier to fair London Town | 0:09:28 | 0:09:33 | |
# Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill | 0:09:36 | 0:09:41 | |
# "Now, who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill" | 0:09:41 | 0:09:46 | |
# "I'm ready," said Polly To nurse him she's gone | 0:09:46 | 0:09:52 | |
# And finds it's her true love all wasted and wan | 0:09:52 | 0:09:59 | |
# The first week The doctor kept shaking his head | 0:10:03 | 0:10:09 | |
# "No nursing, young fellow, can save him," he said | 0:10:09 | 0:10:15 | |
# But when Polly Oliver had nursed him back to life | 0:10:15 | 0:10:21 | |
# He cried, "You have cherished him as if you were his wife" | 0:10:21 | 0:10:29 | |
# O, then Polly Oliver She burst into tears | 0:10:30 | 0:10:36 | |
# And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears | 0:10:36 | 0:10:41 | |
# And very shortly afterwards For better or for worse | 0:10:42 | 0:10:46 | |
# The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse. # | 0:10:46 | 0:10:53 | |
So much for love and man being made for the woman. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:10 | |
Now three old English characters of a slightly different sort. | 0:11:10 | 0:11:17 | |
First, the old 'prentice's song from late 17th, early 18th century, | 0:11:17 | 0:11:24 | |
first printed at the time of the Beggar's Opera, | 0:11:24 | 0:11:27 | |
1728, by Henry Carey. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
Sally In Our Alley. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:32 | |
# Of all the girls that are so smart | 0:11:47 | 0:11:53 | |
# There's none like pretty Sally | 0:11:53 | 0:11:58 | |
# She is the darling of my heart | 0:11:58 | 0:12:04 | |
# And lives in our alley | 0:12:04 | 0:12:09 | |
# There's ne'er a lady in the land | 0:12:09 | 0:12:14 | |
# That's half so sweet as Sally | 0:12:14 | 0:12:21 | |
# She is the darling of my heart | 0:12:21 | 0:12:28 | |
# And lives in our alley | 0:12:28 | 0:12:33 | |
# When she is by, I leave my work | 0:12:42 | 0:12:47 | |
# I love her so sincerely | 0:12:47 | 0:12:51 | |
# My master comes like any Turk | 0:12:51 | 0:12:56 | |
# And beats me most severely | 0:12:56 | 0:13:00 | |
# But let him bang his bellyful | 0:13:00 | 0:13:05 | |
# I'll bear it all for Sally | 0:13:05 | 0:13:11 | |
# She is the darling of my heart | 0:13:11 | 0:13:18 | |
# And lives in our alley | 0:13:18 | 0:13:23 | |
# My master carries me to church | 0:13:30 | 0:13:35 | |
# And often am I blamed | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
# Because I leave him in the lurch | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
# As soon as text is named | 0:13:43 | 0:13:47 | |
# I leave the church at sermon-time | 0:13:47 | 0:13:52 | |
# And slink away to Sally | 0:13:52 | 0:13:58 | |
# She is the darling of my heart | 0:13:58 | 0:14:05 | |
# And lives in our alley | 0:14:05 | 0:14:10 | |
# My master and the neighbours all | 0:14:17 | 0:14:21 | |
# Make gave of me and Sally | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
# And but for her I'd rather be | 0:14:25 | 0:14:30 | |
# A slave and row a galley | 0:14:30 | 0:14:34 | |
# But when my seven long years are out | 0:14:34 | 0:14:40 | |
# Why, then I'll marry Sally | 0:14:40 | 0:14:47 | |
# O, then we'll wed | 0:14:47 | 0:14:51 | |
# And then we'll bed | 0:14:51 | 0:14:59 | |
# But not in our alley. # | 0:14:59 | 0:15:10 | |
Tom Bowling was written by Charles Dibdin in the late 18th century, | 0:15:24 | 0:15:31 | |
as a song in memory of his brother, Tom, who was lost at sea. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:36 | |
# Here a sheer hulk | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
# Lies poor Tom Bowling | 0:16:00 | 0:16:05 | |
# The darling of our crew | 0:16:05 | 0:16:13 | |
# No more he'll hear the tempest howling | 0:16:13 | 0:16:22 | |
# For death hath broached him to | 0:16:22 | 0:16:30 | |
# His form was of the manliest beauty | 0:16:30 | 0:16:40 | |
# His heart was kind and soft | 0:16:40 | 0:16:48 | |
# Faithful below, Tom did his duty | 0:16:48 | 0:16:55 | |
# And now he's gone aloft | 0:16:55 | 0:17:05 | |
# And now he's gone aloft | 0:17:05 | 0:17:14 | |
# Tom never from his word departed | 0:17:29 | 0:17:34 | |
# His virtues were so rare | 0:17:34 | 0:17:40 | |
# His friends were many and true-hearted | 0:17:40 | 0:17:47 | |
# His Poll was kind and fair | 0:17:47 | 0:17:55 | |
# And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly | 0:17:55 | 0:18:04 | |
# Ah! Many's the time and oft | 0:18:04 | 0:18:10 | |
# But mirth is turn'd to melancholy | 0:18:10 | 0:18:19 | |
# For Tom is gone aloft | 0:18:19 | 0:18:28 | |
# For Tom is gone aloft | 0:18:28 | 0:18:37 | |
# Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather | 0:18:51 | 0:18:57 | |
# When He who all commands | 0:18:57 | 0:19:04 | |
# Shall give to call life's crew together | 0:19:04 | 0:19:11 | |
# The word to pipe all hands | 0:19:11 | 0:19:17 | |
# Thus Death that kings and tars despatches | 0:19:17 | 0:19:26 | |
# In vain Tom's life hath doff'd | 0:19:26 | 0:19:33 | |
# For tho' his body's under hatches | 0:19:33 | 0:19:42 | |
# His soul is gone aloft | 0:19:42 | 0:19:52 | |
# His soul is gone aloft. # | 0:19:52 | 0:20:03 | |
Now the third of these old English characters, The Lincolnshire Poacher. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:42 | |
# When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire | 0:20:48 | 0:20:52 | |
# Full well I served my master for more than seven year | 0:20:52 | 0:20:56 | |
# Till I took up to poaching As you shall quickly hear | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year | 0:21:00 | 0:21:08 | |
# As me and my companions were setting off a snare | 0:21:10 | 0:21:15 | |
# 'Twas then we spied a gamekeeper For him we did not care | 0:21:15 | 0:21:18 | |
# For we can wrestle and fight, me boys | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
# And jump o'er anywhere | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year | 0:21:23 | 0:21:29 | |
# As me and my companions was setting four or five | 0:21:32 | 0:21:36 | |
# And taking them all up again We caught a hare alive | 0:21:36 | 0:21:41 | |
# We caught a hare alive, me boys And through the woods did steer | 0:21:41 | 0:21:44 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year | 0:21:45 | 0:21:51 | |
# I threw him on me shoulder, here And then we trudged home | 0:21:54 | 0:21:58 | |
# We took him to a neighbour's house and sold him for a crown | 0:21:58 | 0:22:02 | |
# We sold him for a crown, me boys But I did not tell you where | 0:22:02 | 0:22:06 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year | 0:22:06 | 0:22:13 | |
# Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire | 0:22:16 | 0:22:21 | |
# Success to every poacher who wants to sell his hare | 0:22:21 | 0:22:24 | |
# Bad luck to every gamekeeper who will not sell his deer | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year | 0:22:28 | 0:22:35 | |
# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. # | 0:22:35 | 0:22:42 | |
Here, for full measure, is another old English character. | 0:22:57 | 0:23:01 | |
You probably know him. | 0:23:01 | 0:23:03 | |
He's The Ploughboy, the 18th-century statesman | 0:23:03 | 0:23:08 | |
who rose too rapidly for the 18th century, or so they say. | 0:23:08 | 0:23:12 | |
# A flaxen-headed cowboy As simple as may be | 0:23:23 | 0:23:27 | |
# And next a jolly ploughboy I whistled o'er the lea | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
# And soon I'll be a footman and strut in worsted lace | 0:23:32 | 0:23:35 | |
# And next I'll be a butler and whey my jolly face | 0:23:36 | 0:23:41 | |
# When steward I'm promoted I'll snip a tradesman's bills | 0:23:41 | 0:23:45 | |
# My master's coffers empty My pockets for to fill | 0:23:45 | 0:23:49 | |
# When lolling in my chariot So great a man I'll be | 0:23:49 | 0:23:53 | |
# So great a man, so great a man So great a man I'll be | 0:23:54 | 0:23:58 | |
# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea | 0:23:58 | 0:24:03 | |
# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea | 0:24:03 | 0:24:10 | |
# I'll buy votes at elections And when I've made my pelf | 0:24:10 | 0:24:14 | |
# I'll stand poll for the parliament and then vote in myself | 0:24:14 | 0:24:18 | |
# Whatever's good for me, sir I never will oppose | 0:24:18 | 0:24:22 | |
# And when my ayes are sold off Why then, I'll sell my noes | 0:24:22 | 0:24:27 | |
# I'll joke, harangue, and paragraph With speeches charm the ear | 0:24:27 | 0:24:32 | |
# And when I'm tired on my legs Then I'll sit down a peer | 0:24:32 | 0:24:36 | |
# In court or city honour So great a man I'll be | 0:24:36 | 0:24:41 | |
# So great a man, so great a man So great a man I'll be | 0:24:41 | 0:24:46 | |
# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea | 0:24:46 | 0:24:51 | |
# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea. # | 0:24:51 | 0:24:57 | |
# Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead Hee-haw, buried and dead | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
# There grew an old apple tree over his head | 0:25:39 | 0:25:41 | |
# Hee-haw, over his head | 0:25:41 | 0:25:43 | |
# The apples are ripe and ready to fall | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
# Hee-haw, ready to fall | 0:25:46 | 0:25:47 | |
# There came an old woman to gather them all | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
# Hee-haw, gather them all | 0:25:49 | 0:25:51 | |
# Oliver rose and gave her a drop Hee-haw, gave her a drop | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
# Which made the old woman go hippety hop, hee-haw, hippety hop | 0:25:57 | 0:26:00 | |
# The saddle and bridle They lie on the shelf | 0:26:00 | 0:26:03 | |
# Hee-haw, they lie on the shelf | 0:26:03 | 0:26:04 | |
# If you want any more You can sing it yourself | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
# Hee-haw, sing it yourself. # | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 |