The Ballads & Songs of Derbyshire. Various

as those of Paganini and his single string, would no doubt harmonize with Sam's rude ballad, and ruder voice. This portrait I believe has never been reproduced until now.

      On the title-page I give a small vignette showing a ballad singer of an earlier date, from a sketch by Inigo Jones, made two hundred and thirty years ago, which belongs to His Grace the Duke of Devonshire. Unlike "Singing Sam of Derbyshire," who sang his ballads from memory, and probably composed many of them as he went on, so as to suit the localities and the tastes and habits of his hearers, the man here shown sings from a printed broad-sheet, of which he carries an armful with him to dispose of to such as cared to purchase them. He is literally a "running stationer," "such as use to sing ballads and cry malignant pamphlets in the streets," and indulged their hearers in town and country with "fond bookes, ballads, rhimes, and other lewd treatises in the English tongue."

      In my next volume I shall give a portrait of "Hale the Piper," another Derbyshire "worthy," and shall then take occasion to speak of the origin of Hornpipes in the locality which gave him birth.

      Derby, February, 1867.

DERBYSHIRE BALLADS.

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King Henry V., His Conquest of France, in Revenge for the Affront offered by the French King, in sending him (instead of the Tribute) a Ton of Tennis-balls.

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      This is one of the most curious and popular of the series of Derbyshire ballads, and one which, in its early broad-sheet form, is of great rarity. The broad-sheet from which it is here reprinted, is "Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, London." It is printed broad-way of the sheet, with two short columns of three verses each beneath the engraving, and one whole column of eight verses at the side. The engraving represents a fortification, with central tower, with the Union Jack flying; the sea in front, with a ship and some small boats; and two tall soldiers in mid-ground, evidently "on guard." Versions of this ballad have been printed by Mr. Dixon, in the volume on Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England, edited by him for the Percy Society, and in other collections. Printed copies are to be found in the Roxburghe Collection in the British Museum, and in the Halliwell Collection in the Chetham Library, Manchester. The one here given is from the original broad-sheet in my own collection.

      The ballad will be at once seen to refer to the battle of Agincourt, which was a prolific source of inspiration to the ballad and song writers of the time, and of later years. Tradition bears out the noble feature of the ballad—that of no married man or widow's son being either recruited or pressed into the service of the Sovereign over this expedition. A tradition still obtains in the Peak, among the "hills that are so free," that when Henry V. was recruiting Derbyshire and the adjoining counties, he declared that he would take no married man, and that no widow's son should be of his company, for no woman's curse should go with him in his righteous expedition.

      The ballad is still not unfrequently sung in snatches by the miners and other hardy sons of the Peak, the verse being usually rendered:—

      "No married man, nor no widow's son,

       Will I ever ask to go with me;

       For I will take no widow's curse

       From the Derby hills that are so free."

      It is said that on one occasion, when George III. was reviewing a brigade of Guards in Hyde Park, he was particularly struck with the fine stalwart and manly bearing of one of the regiments,[1] and calling out to the nearest man in the ranks, asked, "Well, my fine fellow, where are you from, eh?" "Derbyshire, please your Majesty," was the reply. "Eh, Derbyshire eh! From Derby hills so free," rejoined the King, showing that he must have been acquainted with the ballad we now print.

      The tune to which this Ballad was sung I here give. I am not aware that it has ever before been printed. I remember hearing it frequently sung when I was a boy, and the spirit with which it was sung is still fresh in my memory. It is as follows:—

      

      [Listen]

      Another traditional version of the tune to which the ballad was sung, and which, like the one just given, is common to it and to "Robin Hood and the Pedlar," which begins—

      "I'll tell you of a pedlar bold,

       A pedlar bold he chanced to be,

       On he roll'd his pack upon his back,

       As he came tripping o'er the lea."

      has been kindly supplied to me by my friend Mr. William Chappell, F.S.A., the gifted author of that admirable work, "Popular Music of the Olden Time." It is as follows:—

      

      [Listen]

      As our king lay musing on his bed,

       He bethought himself upon a time,

       Of a tribute that was due from France,

       Had not been paid for so long a time.

       Fal, lal, &c.

      He called for his lovely page,

       His lovely page then called he;

       Saying, "You must go to the King of France,

       To the King of France, sir, ride speedily."

       Fal, lal, &c.

      O then away went this lovely page,

       This lovely page then away went he;

       Lo he came to the King of France,

       And then he fell down on his bended knee.

       Fal, lal, &c.

      "My master greets you, worthy Sir,

       Ten ton of gold that is due to he,

       That you will send him his tribute home,

       Or in French land you soon will him see."

       Fal, lal, &c.

      "Your master's young, and of tender years,

       Not fit to come into my degree; And I will send him three Tennis-Balls, That with them he may learn to play." Fal, lal, &c.

      O then returned this lovely page,

       This lovely page then returned he,

       And when he came to our gracious King,

       Low he fell down on his bended knee.

       Fal, lal, &c.

      "What news? What news? my trusty page,

       What is the news you have brought to me?"

       "I have brought such news from the King of France,

       That he and you will ne'er agree.

       Fal, lal, &c.

      "He says, you're young, and of tender years,

       Not fit to come into his degree;

       And he will send you three Tennis-Balls,

       That with them you may learn to play."

       Fal, lal, &c.

      "Recruit