On the Eve of the James Arthur Vineyard 2001 Ren Fest, I surfed about the Net and found some more “authentic” lyrics to adapt as Wench Songs.

Thankfully, Lady Liz – the Official Nebraska Wench-Accompanist-Extraordinaire (in spite of the fact that she currently resides in IDAHO, and has to FLY back to Lincoln to accompany us!) – was able to quickly and expertly determine appropriate and well-known tunes to use for these lyrics.

As with Other NE Wench Songs (such as “JOHNNY WAS FINE”) You sometimes must NUDGE the “sung to” tune to accommodate the lyrics! (You’ll figure it out!)

Although I am a Proud Member of the International Wenches Guild, I am NOT an “Official Representative” of the IWG.

Thus, these 3 songs are NOT (currently)
included in the Official Wench Handbook!

As with the first page of Wench Songs posted on this site, you should be able to highlight, copy, and paste these lyrics to a Microsoft Word (or the like) document file, so that you can print the lyrics without having to also print all the other Bovine-Scat (images) on this page!

ALTERNATIVELY, Email me and request a text-version of the Wench Songs I have collected! I’ll send you an MS Word file that includes all SEVEN of the current Wench Song Collection!

Make sure you and your fellow Wenches bring extra copies of your Wench Song Lyrics to the Faire with you. That way, ALL the Wenches (or Lasses or Ladies or LADDIES) who join your Wench Walk can also join-in the singing!

BARLEY MOW Sung SORT OF to the tune of “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf”

Here's good luck to the Pint pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow
Jolly good luck to the pint pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow

Here's to the pint pot,
half a pint,
gill pot,
half a gill,
quarter gill,
nipperkin,
and … the … brown … bowl.
(The “and … the … brown … bowl” phrase is RETARDANDO =
sung SLOW and LOW)

Here's good luck to the Pint pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow!

(NEXT VERSE)

Here's good luck to the Quart Pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow
Jolly good luck to the Quart pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow

Here's to the quart pot,
pint pot,
half a pint,
gill pot,
half a gill,
quarter gill,
nipperkin,
and … the … brown … bowl.

Here's good luck to the Quart Pot
Good luck to the Barley Mow!

OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED UNDER A HILL Sung to the X-mas tune of “Deck the Halls,” (I’m NOT writing out all the “Fa la las” … You KNOW how they go!)

There twas an old woman lived under a hill
Fa la la …
If she's not dead she lives there still
Fa la la …
A jolly young man came riding by
Fa la la …
He called for a pot for he was dry
Fa la la …

He called for a pot, and then another
Fa la la …
He kissed the daughter a’fore the mother
Fa la la …
And when the day twas gone and spent
Fa la la …
He bed the daughter with the mother's consent
Fa la la …

What is this that’s all hard and warm?
Fa la la …
'Tis bald my nag, he'll do ye' no harm
Fa la la …
And what is this? 'Tis a little well
Fa la la …
From which my nag may drink his fill
Fa la la …

And what perchance if your nag falls in?
Fa la la …
Grab hold o’ the grass growin’ by the rim
Fa la la …
And what perchance if the grass should fail?
Fa la la …
Push him in by the head, pull him out by the tail
Fa la la la la, la-la, la-la!!!

MONDAY NIGHT! Sort Of sung to the tune of “The Itsy Bitsy Spider!”

On Monday night he came to my door, a-makin such a din,
"Get up, get up my darlin' girl, and let your lover come in!"
So I went down and let him in and on me he did fall,
It twas five o'clock in the mornin' a’fore we got any sleep at all.

On Tuesday night he came to my door, the joys of love to tend,
"Get up, get up, my darlin' girl, a’fore I go round the bend!"
So I went down and let him in and in my arms he lay,
It twas four o'clock in the mornin' a’fore he finally went away.

On Wednesday night he came to my door, a little late in time,
"I'm sorry I'm late my darlin' girl, the hill's so hard to climb!"
He wasn't long within my arms a’fore he let me be,
And he twas out the door and down the road a’fore the stroke of three.

On Thursday night he came to my door, so weary and so slow,
"Give us a drink my darlin' girl , then off to work we'll go!"
He tried and tried the whole night long, I had to help him through,
And I heard him sigh as he rose to go, "It's only after two."

On Friday night he came to my door, a-shakin' in every limb,
"Get up, get up my darlin' girl, come down and carry me in!"
So I went down and carried him in, and gently laid him down,
But scarcely could his spirits rise to meet the stroke of one.

On Saturday night he came to my door, he came on his hands and knees,
"Don't get up my darlin' girl, stay in and let me be!"
But I went down and dragged him in, and he fell down in a swoon,
and tho' oft I tried to raise him up, he slept 'till Sunday noon.

HEY! WRITE YOUR OWN WENCH LYRICS!
ANYONE can do this, you know! It just takes some time and Wenchly imagination.
Once you’ve written your own lyrics (to universally familiar tunes),
PLZ EMAIL THEM TO ME!

If you have suggestions for MISTRESS CHAS’ RENAISSANCE WEB SITE,
Plz Email the “WebMistress” – Ms. Chas!
c-d-miller@neb.rr.com
That’s: c-d-miller@neb.rr.com –
and those are now hyphens/dashes
(instead of the “old” underline marks)
between the “c” and “d” and “miller”

This COUNTER was started on May 21, 2001.