The Boy In The Gap jig

Also known as Cat In The Hopper, The Laird O’ Cockpen, Straddle The Donkey, When She Cam’ Ben, She Bobbit.

There are 3 recordings of this tune.

The Boy In The Gap has been added to 50 tunebooks.

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One setting

X: 1
T: The Boy In The Gap
R: jig
M: 6/8
L: 1/8
K: Gmin
|:GAG BcB|AFF F2 A|GAG gag|fdd d2=e|
fgf fed|cdB ABc|ded d2 c|BGG G3:|
|:gag gab|aff f2 a|gef gab|afd d2 =e|
fgf fed|cdB ABc|ded d2 c|BGG G3:|

Six comments

The Boy in the Gap (jig)

Nice to see that rarity - a tune in a real Gmin. Playing it in any other key (Emin, Dmin, Amin) would ruin its distinctive character.

i really liked that tune

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The other version…

is interesting to compare because it’s actually in E dorian.

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Re: The Boy In The Gap

Beautiful tune especially when taken at a slower speed, I know it as The Laird Of Cockpen. G min seems to be the original key despite all the variations listed on the site. The earliest printing of it that I’m aware of is in Howe’s Jigs and Reels where it appears in this key. It seems like it may be slightly older still since it was originally listed as an air and set to a Scots poem by Carolina Oliphant:

The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the State;
He wanted a wife, his braw house to keep,
But favour wi’ wooin’ was fashious to seek.

Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table head he thocht she’d look well,
M’Leish’s ae dochter o’ Clavers-ha’ Lea,
A penniless lass wi’ a lang pedigree.

His wig was weel pouther’d and as gude as new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
He put on a ring, a sword, and cock’d hat,
And wha could refuse the laird wi’ a’ that?

He took the grey mare, and rade cannily,
And rapp’d at the yett o’ Clavers-ha’ Lea;
‘Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben, -
She’s wanted to speak to the laird o’ Cockpen.’

Mistress Jean she was makin’ the elderflower wine;
‘An’ what brings the laird at sic a like time?’
She put aff her apron, and on her silk goun,
Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa’ doun.

An’ when she cam’ ben, he bowed fu’ low,
An’ what was his errand he soon let her know;
Amazed was the laird when the lady said ‘Na’,
And wi’ a laigh curtsie she turned awa’.

Dumfounder’d was he, nae sigh did he gie,
He mounted his mare - he rade cannily;
An’ aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen,
She’s daft to refuse the laird o’ Cockpen.

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