in her first heaven is a collection of recordings, songs, and stories about women musicians from Kentucky
songs to learn.
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so, the year draws to a close, and i am determined to be inspired.
tonight's song, little maggie. i was picking my banjo, two finger style, and it sort of came out.
so, a listen to a great version, here's frank proffit, with his guitar. a man from laurel bloomery, says wikipedia. i remember tim eriksen talking a bit about him, and being inspired by him, but i admit i've never really sat down to listen to him. now, though, i will. (i think this project will prove a great reason to explore some musicians, the long list of them, that i've been too overwhelmed to start.)
Oh where is little Maggie? On yonder hill she stands, With her rifle crost her bosom And her dram-glass in her hand. Well the flowers were made for bloomin' And the sun was made for to shine Little girls were made for boys to love Little Maggie was made for wine. Sometimes I got a nickel, And sometimes I got a dime. Sometimes I've got five dollars For to pay little Maggie's fine. Oh how can I ever stand it? Jes' ta see them two blue eyes They're shinin' like some diamon' Like some diamon' in the skies. Well there stan's little Maggie With her dram glass in her han' She's drinkin' down her troubles And foolin' some other man. Oh where is little Maggie? On yonder hill she lies. With her rifle crost her bosom An' two pennies on her eyes.
I like that last verse. the song's a story of a woman ruined by alcohol; in that light, the song is much more about her, and her crazy character, than about the guy narrating it and his broken heart. i do wonder where that second version comes from. both, for that matter. wonder if it's a child ballad, from england, or one inspired in america.