“Ibby Damsel”


"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"


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


  1. SharpAp 119, "Ibby Damsel" (1 text, 1 tune)
  2. Roud #3635
  3. BI, ShAp2119


Author: unknown
Earliest date: 1916 (collected from Rosie Hensley by Cecil Sharp)
Found in: US(SE)