“Ibby Damsel”
Description
"Some old Robin Down they call me/But I'm a weaver by my trade/In this fair berth, in which I'm dwelling/And Ibby Damsel my heart betrayed." Two succeeding verses praise Ibby Damsel's beauty, and note that "from her chamber I can't get free"
Notes
A fragment, but it just avoids nonballad status by its hint of a narrative. There are no further notes on this song in Sharp's collection. - PJS
References
- SharpAp 119, "Ibby Damsel" (1 text, 1 tune)
- Roud #3635
- BI, ShAp2119