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AIBU to conclude that the lyrics to Scarborough Fair are.....

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CowslipFlower · 02/06/2019 17:31

Deeply mysogenistic? The bloke is basically asking a girl to do all sorts of impossible tasks to prove she loves him. Making a cambric shirt with no seams or needlework for example. If she is successful, only then will be give her the time of day. What s cheek!

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EskewedBeef · 02/06/2019 17:35

She gives him impossible tasks in return doesn't she?

ilovesooty · 02/06/2019 17:36

Yes some of the traditional versions are duets where she gives him impossible tasks too.

CowslipFlower · 02/06/2019 17:57

Didn't know that Will go off and immediately Google!

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LiveFatsDieYoGnu · 02/06/2019 18:01

I’ve always interpreted it that he’s bitter about their former relationship and/or how it ended, and he’s being defensive by saying he never really loved her anyway. I don’t see any clear hint that she actually wants him back or is remotely bothered by his bitterness, so I’m not sure I would class it as misogynistic. Plenty of folk songs are, though!

MitziK · 02/06/2019 18:13

But not all of them. Anybody fancy reading the first mention of a dildo in English?

The Maids Complaint

For want of a Dil doul,
This Girl long time had in a sickness been,
Which many maids do call the sickness green:
I wish she may some comfort find poor Soul
And have her belly fill'd with a Dil doul .

Young men give ear to me a while
if you to merriment are inclin'd,
And i'le tell you a story shall make you to smile
of late done by a woman kind:
And as she went musing all alone
I heard her to sigh, to sob and make moan
F or a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul,
(quoth she) I'm undone if I hant a dil doul

For I am a Maid and a very good Maid,
and sixteen years of age am I,
And fain would I part with my Maiden-head
if any good fellow would with me lye:
But none to me ever yet proffer'd such love,
as to lye by my side and give me a shove
With his dil doul, dill doul, dil doul,
O happy were I, etc.

At night when I do go to bed
thinking for to take my rest,
Strange fancies comes in my head
I pray for that which I love best:
For it is a comfort and pleasure doth bring
to women that hath such a pritty fine thing,
Call'd a dill doul, dill doul dill doul doul,
then happy were I, etc.

Last week I walked in the Strand,
I met with my Sister a handsome Lass,
I kindly took her by the hand,
this question of her I did ask;
Whether she kept still a Maiden alone,
or whether her maiden-head was fled or gone
For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul,
O happy were, etc.

Kind sister, quoth she to tell you the truth,
it has been gone this twelve months day
I freely gave it to a handsome youth,
that us'd with me to sport and play:
To grieve for the loss of it I never shall
if I had ten thousand I would give um all
For a dill doul dill doul, dil doul doul,
O my, etc.

She making this answer I bid her adieu
and told her I could no longer stay,
I let go her hand and I straight left the Strand
and to Covent-Garden I hasted away:
Where lively young gallants do use to resort,
to pick up young lasses & shew 'um fine sport
WIth a dil doul, dil doul, dil doul doul,
yet none, etc.

I would id'e a sweet heart as some Maids have
that little know how do pleasure a man,
I'de keep him frolicksome, gallant and brave
and make as much on him as any one can:
Before any good thing he should lack,
i'le sell all my Coats & Smock from my back
For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul,
then happy were, etc.

Thus youngmen have I declared in brief,
the causes of my sorrow and woe,
And if any of you will yield me relief;
speak chearfully to me say, yea or no:
I live at the sign of the Cup and the Can,
and I will be loving to any young man
For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul,
and all my, etc.

Besides young men I have store of money,
good red Gold and Silver bright,
And he shall be Master of every peny,
that marries with me and yields me delight
For why tother night I heard my dame Nancy
declare how her Master did tickle her fancy
With his dill doul dill doul dill doul doul,
then what e're it cost me i'le have a dil doul

Then come to me my bonny Lad,
while I am in the prime I pray
And take a good bargin while it is to be had,
and to not linger your time away
'Tis money you see makes many a man rich:
then come along, rub on the place that doth itch
For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul
take all my money, give me a dill doul.

LiveFatsDieYoGnu · 02/06/2019 18:20

Awesome Grin might have to learn that one!

I like ‘Maid by the shore’, good strong female lead Wink

Gth1234 · 02/06/2019 18:25

Dating back to a time when men owned their wives, I don't think misogynistic was even a word.

Especially as his wooing clearly failed.

BertieBotts · 02/06/2019 18:36

IIRC they are supposed to be impossible because he can't have her or something like that. But I've defo heard gender swapped versions too. Not sure how modern those versions are

MitziK · 02/06/2019 18:39

Or just plain accurate? Baby's a git at night, happy all day, the DP is a cocklodger and won't fucking get up and get a job - there should have been an equivalent to LTB.

The sheep's in the meadow,
The kye's in the corn,
[Thou's ower lang in thy bed],
Bonny at morn.
The sheep's in the meadow,
The kye's in the corn,
[Thou's ower lang in thy bed],
Bonny at morn.

Chorus
Canny at night,
Bonny at morn,
[Thou's ower lang in thy bed],
Bonny at morn.

The bird's in the nest,
The troot's in the burn,
Thou hinders thy mother,
In many a turn.
(Repeat)
Canny at night etc.

We're all laid idle,
Wi' keeping the bairn,
The lad winnot work,
The lass winnot lairn,
(Repeat)
Canny at night etc.

tillytrotter1 · 03/06/2019 16:44

Some people have too much time on their hands, you'll be complaining about Romeo and Juliet or Oliver Twist next, if you analyse things so forensically. (Looks wrong, that last word.)

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