Cuccu Songs and Caroling



Cuccu Song
13th century. Anonymous

The English text "is a jolly bucolic celebration of spring, with references to animals and procreation and farting". The Latin is not related. It "is a verse on Christ's Passion". (Dianne Tillotson)

Script: Gothic

Date: about 1225


Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu.

Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springeth the wude nu -

Sing cucco !

Awe bleteth after lombe, Lhouth after calve cu.

Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu.

Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu - Ne swike thu never nu.

Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu.









1611: In the rhythm of creation God saw that it was good...








I Saw Three Ships
May first have been printed in  1666

I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas Day in the morning.  

And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas Day in the morning?

The Virgin Mary and Christ were there
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
The virgin Mary and Christ were there
On Christmas Day in the morning.

Pray, whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
Pray, whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas Day in the morning?

O they sailed into Bethelem,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
O they sailed into Bethelem,
On Christmas Day in the morning.

And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas Day in the morning.

And all the Angels in Heaven shall sing,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
And all the Angels in Heaven shall sing,
On Christmas Day in the morning.

And all the souls on earth shall sing,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
And all the souls on earth shall sing,
On Christmas Day in the morning.

Then let us all rejoice amain,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
Then let us all rejoice amain,
On Christmas Day in the morning.






 

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Carol: A ring-dance accompanied by song. Do you remember the tune to three ships? Imagine it played on a lute whilst everyone dances in a circle, hand in hand, bobbing up and down.




Come Lasses and Lads
Traditional melody. Words about
1670

Come lasses and lads, get leave of your dads,
And away to the Maypole hie,
For every he has got him a she,
And the fiddler's standing by;
For Willie shall dance with Jane,
And Johnny has got his Joan,
To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Trip it up and down.

To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Trip it, up and down.

"You're out", says Dick; "Not I", says Nick,
"Twas the fiddler played it wrong;"
"Tis true", says Hugh, and so says Sue,
And so says every one.
The fiddler then began
To play the tune again,
And every girl did trip it, trip it,
Trip it to the men.

And every girl did trip it, trip it,
Trip it to the men.

And there they sat until it was late,
And tired the fiddler quite
With singing and playing, without any paying,
From morning, until night.
They told the fiddler then,
They'd pay him for his play,
And each a twopence, twopence, twopence,
Gave him and went away.

And each a twopence, twopence, twopence,
Gave him and went away.

"Good night" says Harry; "Good night" says Mary;
"Good night" says Poll to John;
"Good night" says Sue; "Good night" says Hugh;
"Good night" says every one;
Some walked and some did run,
Some loitered on the way,
And bound themselves by kisses twelve,
To meet next holiday.

And bound themselves by kisses twelve,
To meet next holiday.



Oranges and Lemons
Earliest known printed version was 1744

Gay go up, and gay go down
To ring the bells of London Town
Bull's eyes and targets
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's
Brickbats and tiles
Say the bells of St. Giles'
Oranges and lemons
Say the bells of St. Clement's
Old shoes and slippers
Say the bells of St. Peter's
Two sticks and an apple
Say the bells at Whitechapel
Old Father Baldpate
Say the slow bells at Aldgate
Maids in white aprons
Say the bells at St Catherine's
Pokers and tongs
Say the bells of St. John's
Kettles and pans
Say the bells of St. Anne's
Halfpence and farthings
Say the bells of St. Martin's
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Say the bells at Shoreditch
Pray, when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney
I do not know
Says the great bell at Bow
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head





Early One Morning
Traditional. Lyrics in print
1787

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below:
"Oh don't deceive me: Oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?

Oh, gay is the garland, and fresh are the roses,
I've cull'd from the garden to bind on thy brow.
Oh, don't deceive me: Oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?

Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bower where you vowed to be true.
Oh, don't deceive me: Oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below;
"Oh, don't deceive me: Oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?"






Charlie's Darling


'Twas on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-washing of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Tuesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-hanging out her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Wednesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-starching of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Thursday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-ironing of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Friday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-folding of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Saturday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-airing of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.

'Twas on a Sunday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-wearing of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away
.





Jack and Jill
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after

Then up Jack got,
And home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;

To old Dame Dob,
Who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper

When Jill came in,
How she did grin
To see Jack's paper plaster;

Her mother, vexed.
Did whip her next,
For laughing at Jack's disaster


Now Jack did laugh
And Jill did cry,
But her tears did soon abate;

Then Jill did say,
That they should play
At see-saw across the gate

All things bright and beautiful

God saw all that He had made, and it was very good. Genesis 1:31





Lewdly sings cuckoo

Bird song through the woodland rings - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Summer warmth is coming in - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Sheep after their lambs still bleat - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Cows their wandering calves still moo - Lewdly sings cuckoo

The seed has sprouted in the spring - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Loud and lush the grasses spring - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Each meadow flower in sunshine blooms - Lewdly sings cuckoo

And bumbling bees each blossom try - Lewdly sings cuckoo

The bullock snorts: The young cow starts - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Women with men dance in the grass - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Bright bottoms brace the balmy air - Lewdly sings cuckoo

The spring has sprung to summer fair - Lewdly sings cuckoo

We wish this wooing never waned - Lewdly sings cuckoo

Sing cuckoo now - Well sing you - Lewdly sing cuckoo








  Folk carol

Ring your bells
Be of good cheer
Dance in a ring
And drink your beer

Baby is alive
And kicking here.
Baby is alive
And kicking here
.

Swing around
Round and about
Dance in a ring
And stamp the ground

Our baby cries out
Loud and clear.
Our baby cries out
Loud and clear
.

Up to the sky
Sing your song
Down to earth
Deep and strong

Dance for baby
All day long.
Dance for baby
All day long
.



A carol was, originally, a ring dance with singing This one is danced round a church, a tree, or a table, kicking feet and waving hands with ribbons Up on up, down on down etc. This new born baby is Noa Lailah - the wisdom of the night. Her grandmother will teach her to dance the hora






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