Mark of the Dow is to blame - - -
I’d been sent down this road, not fully understanding exactly what it is I’m playing, but the devil responsible is known variously as ‘Mark’ or ‘Dow’, who seems to have an infection in 3/2 time that occassionally needs scratchin’. Now I’ve got that same itch and we’ve never had physical contact, so obviously there are illnesses that can be acquired via the digital quagmire.
So, as to some real specifics about this one, other than the obvious, that it isn’t Northumberland, or at least that is what the name suggests, I will leave it up to those better informed to fill in some of the detail about this tune and its source and form. Oh, I will offer some literary content:
Mother Goose - - -
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Learnt to play when he was young,
But the only tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away";
Over the hills, and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise
That he pleased both the girls and boys,
And they stopped to hear him play
"Over the hills and far away."
Tom on his pipe did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance -
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes and glass,
He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
And the jackass’s load was lightened full soon.
“Ivanhoe” - Sir Walter Scott - Chapter 43
"Well, then," answered Father Dennet, "a holy brother came to visit the Sacristan at St. Edmund’s, a sort of hedge-priest is the visitor, and kills half the deer that are stolen in the forest, who loves the tinkling of a pint-pot better than the sacring-bell, and deems a flitch of bacon worth ten of his breviary; for the rest, a good fellow and a merry, who will flourish a quarter-staff, draw a bow, and dance a Cheshire round, with e’er a man in Yorkshire."
All Keyed Up - D or C - you takes your pick
I like it in ‘D’, but have had it both ways on different instruments…
Lots of three:twos get called this cos its the name of the dance they were played for.
its a bit like there are several Morpeth Rants.
Angels of the North
There are a couple of tunes by this name in my profile. Thanks for the tune, ‘c’!
Was ready to submit other variations but on checking found them already here