Lyr Req: Down in the Meadows Where the Bluebells..

Subject: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST
Date: 20 May 04 - 08:54 AM

Subject: Lyr Add: WHERE AM I GOING (FOR ZAYLA) (Milne, Reid
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 20 May 04 - 12:00 PM

Theres THIS one
Where Am I Going? (For Zayla)
From We Are The Children
Words by A.A. Milne
Music by Bob Reid

Where am I going? I don't quite know
Down to the stream where the king cups grow
Up on the hill where the pine trees grow
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know
Where am I going? The clouds sail by
There's little ones, baby ones over the sky
Where am I going? Their shadows pass
Little ones baby ones over the grass

If you were a cloud and you sailed up there
You'd sail on water as blue as the air
And you hear me say as they took you away
Doesn't the sky look green today?

Where am I going the high rooks call
You know it's awful fun to be born at all
Where am I going? The ring doves coo
We do have beautiful things to do

If you were a bird and you lived on high
you'd lean on the wind when the wind came by
And you d say to the wind as it took you away
That's where I wanted to go today

Where am I going? I don't quite know
What does it matter just where people go
Down to the woods where the bluebells grow
Anywhere, Anywhere, I don't know
Anywhere, Anywhere, I don't know
Anywhere, Anywhere, I don't know


from THIS web site.

Quack!!
GtD.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST,Jim Dixon
Date: 20 May 04 - 12:33 PM

The Lester S. Levy Sheet Music Collection has a song called SWEET EVELINA that begins "'Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows…"

Here's the description:
Title: Sweet Evelina.
Composer, Lyricist, Arranger: Words by M. Melody by T. Composed and Arranged for the Piano Forte by Mrs. Parkhurst.
T. Mrs. Parkhurst Publication: New York: Horace Waters, 481 Broadway, 1863.
Form of Composition: strophic with chorus
Instrumentation: piano and voice (solo and satb chorus)
First Line: 'Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows, where the wind from the mountain n'er ruffles the rose
First Line of Chorus: Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, my love for thee shall never, never die
Performer: As Sung By All The Minstrel Bands
Dedicatee: To Mr. C.M. Tremaine, Brooklyn, N.Y.
Engraver, Lithographer, Artist: Warren, Music Stereotyper, rear 43 Centre St.
Advertisement: ads on back cover for Horace Waters stock

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: IanC
Date: 20 May 04 - 12:35 PM

GUEST

You don't make life easy, do you?

Could it be you're looking for a variant of the old skipping song:

Down in the meadow whee the green grass grows ...

Or do you have any more info about what you're looking for?

:-)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: IanC
Date: 20 May 04 - 12:37 PM

btw

Most country kids would know that bluebells don't usually grow im meadows ... they don't compete very well with the grass.

;-)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: Jim McLean
Date: 20 May 04 - 01:00 PM

Down in yonder meadow where the green grass grows
      Pretty Polly Pillicote bleaches her clothes;
      She sang, she sang, she sang, O so sweet,
      She sang O come over, O come over, across the street.
   
      He kissed her, he kissed her, he bought her a gown,
      A gown of rich cramasie out of the town;
      He bought her a gown and a guinea gold ring,
      A guinea, a guinea, a guinea, a guinea gold ring.
   
      Down in yonder meadow where the green grass grows
      Pretty Polly Pillicote bleaches her clothes;
      She sang, she sang, she sang, O so sweet,
      She sang O come over, O come over, across the street.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: Jim McLean
Date: 20 May 04 - 01:02 PM

In the skipping rope song above (I clicked before completing it!) the name was changed to the person in the middle, skipping.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST
Date: 20 May 04 - 02:01 PM

the chorus goes:

Go down in the meadows where the bluebells grow
That's where I fist met my darling pretty flower
And when the moon was shining together we would go
Down in the meadow where the bluebells grow

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST
Date: 24 May 04 - 05:23 AM

song begins

I'm like many more young men I love a pretty girl
With eyes so bright she steps so light her teeth are like the pearl
Her hair it's hung in ringlets and her cheeks are like the rose
I met her in the garden where the bluebells grows

origins?rest of song?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST
Date: 31 May 04 - 06:51 AM

refresh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Jun 04 - 10:41 PM

According to this page, Will Fyffe, a Scottish comedian, recorded DOWN IN THE QUARRY WHERE THE BLUEBELLS GROW in 1926.

IN THE WILDWOOD WHERE THE BLUEBELLS GROW, words and music by Herbert H. Taylor, was published in 1907. Doc Wilson's Ragtime Page classifies it as ragtime.

DOWN IN DEAR OLD SCOTLAND WHERE THE BLUEBELLS GROW, words by Will A. Bevan, music by W. E. Naunton, was published in 1909. The National Library of Australia has an online image of the sheet music.

This page mentions THROUGH THE MEADOW WHERE THE BLUEBELLS GROW. Nealie O'Neill, of Castletownbere, County Cork, Ireland, sang it on his recent 90th birthday. (There is an email address on that page.)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 03 Jun 04 - 05:57 AM

There's also a comic song "Down in the fields where the Buttercups do grow"

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Aug 04 - 04:20 PM

More text of the elusive 'Where the bluebells grow':

I'm like many more young chaps I love a pretty girl
With eyes so bright she steps so light her teeth are like the pearl
Her hair it's hung in ringlets and her cheeks are like the rose
I met her in the meadows where the bluebells grow.

Chorus
Go down in the meadows where the bluebells grow
That's where I first met my darling pretty flower
And when the moon was shining together we would go
Down in the meadows where the bluebells grow

Now the first time I met this girl I don't mind telling you
It was on one summer's evening in that merry month of June
Shw was sitting by that little brook that leisurely did flow
Down in the meadows where the bluebells grow

Now I spoke to her and she spoke to me and we talked of love divine
I boldly stepped up to her I asked her to be mine
She hung her head and she smiled a while and then to me did say
You must acquaint my parents and ask them if I may

Her father and her mother they consent............



I'm keen to find out where this song originated and what artists, if any, sang it.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: down in the meadow(bluebells grow)
From: harpgirl
Date: 23 Aug 04 - 07:25 PM

Did I miss a link to the tune? It sounds like a great banjo tune.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Down in the Meadows Where the Bluebells..
From: GUEST,john greaves
Date: 31 Jul 11 - 03:43 PM

this song was collected by the Hudlestons and is in Songs of the Ridings. It was sung around the Whitby area until recently, Ihave a friend in her 80s who remembers singing it at singing nights at Leas Head Farm in Littlebeck when she was a girl. I sing it now, but cant claim any continuity.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Down in the Meadows Where the Bluebells..
From: GUEST,999
Date: 09 Sep 12 - 08:01 PM

Where the Bluebells Grow.


Flo she charms all the fellows
She is a nice young girl
With footsteps light her eyes so bright
Her teeth are like the pearls
Her golden hair runs down her back
She has cheeks just like a rose
And i met her down the meadows
Where the blue bells grow

Away down in the meadows
Where the blue bells grow
It was there i met my darling
My darling little Flo
And when the moon is shining bright
Together we will go
Away down in the meadows
Where the bluebells grow.

She spoke to me i spoke to her
We both spoke love divine
And twas then i picked up courage
And i asked her to be mine
Oh no kind sir she answered
To that i can-not say
I must go and acquaint my parents
And ask them if i may

And now that we are married
And settled down in life
We live in peace and harmony
Away from fears and strife
We have a little daughter
And the name she bears is Flo
To remind us of the the meadows
Where the bluebells grow.


From

http://www.oliverkane.com/freelyrics.html

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Down in the Meadows Where the Bluebells..
From: GUEST,#
Date: 06 Apr 21 - 04:22 PM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLmI-Tl2X5Q

It's not the song requested, but I like the cut. It's by Valerie Smith and Liberty Pike.