When I was a lad Kenneth McKellar was well on the road to fame and fortune ; he even appeared on the B&W television. I have to say that at that time I did not think too highly of him, but only because is voice seemed unsuited to folk songs. Teenagers expect rustic songs to be, well, rustic ; rough around the edges at least. But McKellar’s voice was crystal-clear and his articulation faultless. He sounded more like an opera tenor than a country swain a-coming through the rye or reeling about at Mairi’s weddin’. I never bought even one of his discs, even when I had deserted into the RAF and could have afforded to. He just wasn’t right for the job.
One thing I did not know about him then was that he had, indeed, trained as an opera singer. And a personage no less great than Sir Adrian Boult (if I remember aright) had declared him to be the best singer of Handel the twentieth century had produced. Forget your Pavarottis et al – McKellar was into the popular scene and courting the plebs long before them. He abandoned opera only because he hated the travelling involved.
I have no wish to sound dangerous, but it was just a week or two before McKellar died that I was browsing the net for Scottish music that I came across a host of his old vinyl discs now being offered on CD. So I invested in some. I hope I was not being prescient.
And what a delight his singing is! What a pleasure to listen to his masterly control of voice. What an idiot I had been to have failed to appreciate all this when I was young. If you go on to YouTube, I’m sure you will find some of his music and see what I mean. If not, why not go to Amazon (as I did) and take the buying plunge.
And he was not only into Scottish songs – the English and Irish are all there, too ; and he does charming duets with Patricia Cahill, singing Ae fond kiss and This is my lovely day. Among the delights, I found him singing that quintessentially English song, Greensleeves (which I recall learning in Primary School). If Henry VIII really did write this, then I reckon his lost lass had a lucky escape ; if only because, in light of what we now know of Hal’s love life, some of the sentiments are … um … slightly chilling. I mean, what was going through his mind when he wrote, “Alas my love, you do me wrong/to cast me off discourteously…” One can hear the sharpening of axes.
Greensleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
chorus
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Well, I will pray to God on high,
That thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.
Chorus
By Henry VIII (maybe)
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