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Ballads
Ballads
Ballads
Ballads are poems that tell stories. Many ballads were first composed
hundreds of years ago and have features in common with folk tales. In
some cases they tell of famous historical events such as battles that
happened atthe time. Like many folk tales, ballads were originally
composed by unknown people and passed down through the generations
in song before they were written down at alater period of time.
Here is an example of an early English ballad that was most probably
first composed about 800 years ago although not written down until many
centuries later. This is one of many ballads that tell of events in the life of
the legendary outlaw hero, Robin Hood. In this story Robin and one of his
Merry Men, little John (so-called because he was very large in size), meet
up with apedlar (a travelling salesman). At first it looks as if the two
outlaws are planning to rob the pedlar, but the story takes an unexpected
twist. You'll notice that it also makes very effective use of repetition and,
as in 'Stripes Tiger and the Boy', contains a lot of the main characters'
direct speech which gives the story a dramatic and immediate effect.
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'The Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood' .i
There chanced to be a Pedlar bold, If you have several suits of the gay green silk, \O
A Pedlar bold there chanced to be; And silken bowstrings two or three
He put his pack all on his back, Then, by mybody, cries littleJohn,
And so merrily trudged over the lea. One half of your pack shall belong to me.
By chance he met two troublesome men, O nay, O nay, said the pedlar bold,
Two troublesome men they chanced to be, O nay, A nay, that can nevefbe
The one of them was bold Robin Hood, For there's never a man from fair Nottingham,
And the other was littleJohn so free. Can take one half my pack from me.
Then the Pedlar he pulled off his pack, O Pecllar, Pedlar, rvhat is thy n2-.,
And put it a little below his knee, Comc speeclily and tell to me.
Saying, If vou do move me one perch lrom Cor-rre. ltt\- l-Iame I ne'er will tell,
this, Till both \1lLlr nafles \rou have told to me'
My pack ancl all shall gang with thee'
The one of tts is bold Robin Hood,
Then littleJohn he drew his sword, And ti're other is littleJohn so free.
The Pedlar by his Pack did stand, Now, savs the Pecllzrr. it 1ay5 1s my good wiil,
-ffhether l-nv l-Ianle I choose to tell to thee.
They fought until they both did sweat,
Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand.
I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,
Then Robin Hood he was standing bY, And I travelled thr bevond the sea,
And he did laugh most heartily, For killing a man iu rrlr-father's land,
Saying, I could find a man of smaller scale, And from m\: colllltn'ri-as forced to flee'
Could thrash the Pedlar and also thee.
If you are Gamble Golcl of the gay green
Go you try master, saYs little John, woods,
Go you try master, most sPeeclilv, And travelled far ber-or-rcl the sea,
For by my body, says little John, You are my mother s owll sister's son,
I am sure this night you will know me. What nearer cousins can ri'e bei
Then Robin Hood he drew his sword, They sheathed their su.orcis. rvith friendly
And the pedlar by his Pack did stand; words,
They fought till the blood in streams did So merrily they did agree.
flow They went to a tavern ancl there they dined,
Till he cried, Pedlar, prav hold your hand. And cracked bottles most merril.v.
Anonymous
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The ballad form is still being used by song writers and poets as away of
telling a story through music. It provides a simple and direct form of
n rrative. Here is an example from the middle of the twentieth century; it
is taken from a recording by the American folksinger\floody Guthrie and
tells the story of another famous outlaq Pretty Boy Floyd, an American
bank robber of the 1930s.
There a deputy sheriff approached him Vell, you say that I'm an outlaw
In a manner rather rude, You say that I'm a thief.
Vulgar words of anger, Here's a Christmas dinner
An' his wife she overheard. For the families on relief.
Pretry Boy grabbed a log chain, Yes, as through this world I've wandered
And the deputy grabbed his gun; I've seen lots of funny men;
In the fight that followed Some will rob you with a six-gun,
He laid that deputy down. And some with a fountain pen.
Then he took to the trees and timber And aSthrough your life you travel,
To live a life of shame; Yes, as through your life you roam,
Every crime in Oklahoma You won't never see an outlaw
\?'as added to his name. Drive afamily from their home.