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[crows]

"Oh, he rode up hill and he rode down dale, over many a wild high mountain. And they did say that saw him go, 'Black Jack Davy he is hunting.'"

Now, this is excerpted from the song 'Black Jack Davy' by Steeleye Span. This is a rendition of the Scottish fable about the newlywed woman who leaves her lord-husband to run off with a gypsy (I know at least three versions of this song, all of which fabulous). That's all well and good, except for this one thing.

The song is Scottish. There aren't any wild high mountains in Scotland.

Not that I remember, at least. They have some... grumpy hills, but... no 'Wild High Mountains'. >.>...

Correct me if I'm wrong.

'There's your lords and ladies fine, riding in the coach and six. Nothing to drink but claret wine, talking politics. London is a dainty place, a great and gallant city. All the streets are paved with gold, and all the folks are witty.'

Comments

[jayesdmf.livejournal.com]

It's stuff like this that made me think you were well into your 20's, dear maiden.

[chaotique.livejournal.com]

Commentary on grumpy hills or the fact that I listen to Steeleye Span? o.O

And you read the edit that I'm turning 19, not 18, right?

[jayesdmf.livejournal.com]

yeah, I did. Still thought you were older before that, so I guess shame on me for not asking