The Garden of Jane Delawney

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Kate Rusby
Salisbury Folk
From The Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs
The Old Hat Concert Party
Sunday 13th May 1969
Seth Lakeman
Kitty Jay
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The Garden of Jane Delawney
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Moseley Folk Festival 2006
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Countrylife II
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The Garden of Jane Delawney 1970
CBS 63837 1970

to hear a sample track from the album

Ceilia Humpris (vocals, keyboards)

Bias Boshell (bass & acoustic guitars, some backing vocals),

Barry Clarke (lead & acoustic guitars),

David Costa (acousitic and 12-string guitars)

Unwin Brown (drums).

Lady Margaret

Lady Margaret sitting in her own lone home,
Alone, O all alone,
When she thought she heard a dismal cry,
She heard a deadly moan.
"Is it my father Thomas?" she said,
"Or is it my brother John?
Or is it my love, my own dear Willie
Come home to me again?"

"I am not your father Thomas," he said,
"Nor am I your brother John,
But I am your love, your own dear Willie,
Come home to you again."

"Then where are the red and rosy cheeks
That even in winter bloom?
And where is the long and yellow hair
Of the love I lost too soon?"

"The ground have rotten them off, my dear,
For the worms are quick and free,
And when you're so long lying in your grave,
The same will happen thee."

He took her by the lily-white hand
And begged her company;
He took her by her apron band,
Says, "Follow, follow me."

She took her underskirts one by one
And wrapped them above her knee,
And she's over the hills on a winter's night
In a dead man's company.

They walked, they walked to the old churchyard,
Where the grass grow grassy-green:
"Here's the home where I live now,
The bed I do lie in."

"Is there any room at your head, my love,
Is there any room at your feet?
Is there any room about you at all
For me to lie down and sleep?"

"My father is at my head, dear girl,
My mother is at my feet,
Upon my heart are three hell-hounds
Bound my soul to keep.

One is for my drunkenness
And another is for my pride,
And one is for promising a pretty fair girl
That she should be my bride."

She took the cross from all on her bosom
And smoted him on the breast,
"Here's your token I kept so long:
God send you a happy rest."

"Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, my love,
Farewell, dear girl," said he;
"If ever the dead may pray for the living,
My love, I'll pray for thee."

The Garden Of Jane Delawney

The poet’s voice lingers on
His words hang in the air
The ground you walk upon
My death will not be there
My death will not be then

I take you through my dreams
Out into the darkest morning
Past the bloodfilled stream
Into the garden of Jane Delawney
Into her garden love

Always roses there
Don’t like it as you pass
For a fire will consume your hair
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass

In the willow’s shade
Don’t lie to hear it weep
For it’s tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you love

Jane Delawney had her dreams
But she never did discover
For the flow that feeds the stream
Is the lifeblood of her lover
Is the lifeblood of her lover
And the purifying beam
Of the sun does shine her never
While the spirit of her dream
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now

1. Nothing Special
2. Great Silkie
3. Garden of Jane Delawney
4. Lady Margaret
5. Glasgerion
6. She Moves Through the Fair
7. Road
8. Epitaph
9. Snail's Lament

Trees [click for larger image]

related internet links

a garden lost in time.
Spectacularly set in the
beautiful Tywi valley of
Aberglasney Gardens have
been an inspiration to poets
since 1477. The story of
Aberglasney spans many
centuries, but, the house's
origins are still shrouded in obscurity.

she created over 400 gardens
in the UK, Europe and America;
her influence on garden design
has been pervasive to this day.
She spent most of her life in Surrey,
England, latterly at Munstead Wood,
Godalming. She ran a garden centre
there and bred many new plants.
Some of her gardens can be visited.

Illustrations from manuscripts
and early printed books dig into
the story of gardening.
from the collection of the
British Library

Heligan, seat of the Tremayne family
for more than 400 years, is one of the
most mysterious estates in England.
At the end of the nineteenth century
its thousand acres were at their zenith,
but only a few years later bramble and
ivy were already drawing a green veil over
this "Sleeping Beauty". After decades of
neglect, the devastating hurricane of 1990
should have consigned the gardens to a
footnote in read on and marvel

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