Play O' De Lathie Odivere II (unaccompanied)

from by Kate Fletcher & Corwen Broch

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    Fishe or Fowle is Kate and Corwen's new double CD.

    Stylistically straddling Traditional Folk, Dark Folk and Psych Folk, Fishe or Fowle features a stripped down instrumentation of ancient and historical instruments including lyre, bowed lyre, gusli, kantele, pedal harmonium and sundry pipes, horns and percussion.

    Disc One has 15 tracks on the theme of shape-shifting and transformation. Four of the songs are newly composed (including our hit: Song for Suibhne aka "The Horns Song") and eleven are interpretations of traditional material including several songs never before recorded.

    Disc Two is the first recording for 30 years of The Play o' de Lathie Odivere, an ancient and hauntingly beautiful Orcadian ballad, sung in five parts.

    This is the dramatic story of a woman torn between two lovers, one of whom is a shapeshifting Selkie (seal-man). This ballad seems to be the origin of the well known song the Great Silkie of Sule Skerry, which closely resembles one of its sections.

    Fishe or Fowle is beautifully packaged in a double fold cardboard pack, with 8 page booklet, all illustrated with Corwen's photography.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Fishe or Fowle via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Part II – In which a stranger comes to the castle, claiming to bear word of husband, but in fact it turns out that he is a former lover of Lady Odivere.

lyrics

Part II
One evening in the murky dark
A stately knight came to her hall
Full loud he knocked upon the gate
And loudly at the gate did call

A boon, a boon! You porter loon
Bed me this night within your hall
My journey's long, the night is dark
And home and holding far away

Begone begone, away away!
To bed you here that may not be
No stranger lives within this hall
While my good lord's beyond the sea

Unless you'd feel the weight of my hand
Go tell your lady mistress fair
That I have come from Gothaland
And bear her word of Odivere

The gate was opened at his word
And boldly strode he in the hall
And the women all around him said
A stouter knight they never saw

And he's taken off his silken cap
And he's gone down upon his knee
And he's laid a gold ring on the ladies lap
That she was very glad to see

A token from thy husband dear
I bring to thee my lady fair
I left him well in jolly cheer
They call him now Sir Odivere

And well he wins his knight's degree
By slaying many a soldier strong
And making hosts of pagans flee
Before his sword so sharp and long

When she the golden ring had seen
She took no heed of what he said
But drew her kerchief o'er her eyes
And the colour from her fair face fled

But soon her bonny face grew bright
And blithely blinked her bonny eye
Rise up, rise up you valiant knight
For uncommon good you bring to me

A stately banquet in the hall
Put out the best of blood red wine
With plenty of all that's brave and good
That this brave knight full well may dine

And many a tale he told that night
Of tourneys fought for ladies fair
And all about that worthy knight
In Gothaland, Sir Odivere

He hinted though he never said,
and skirted aye in every tale
That Odivere was a roving blade
And liked the lasses over well

And when the feast was fairly done
And all the servants gone to bed
And the two of them were left alone
The lady to the stranger said:

“Why bring you back that golden ring
That brings to me sore dole and pain
That minds me of the blithesome days
When I of thee was over fain?”

“You know fair dame, to me so dear
Long since you gave that ring to me
And on this ring in the moonlight clear
You swore forever mine to be”

And I in sorrow have gone since then
A lonely man on land and sea
And never a face have I seen but thine
That I could bear my wife to be”

“Away, away, you false tongued knight
You words will work me muckle strife
Full well you know what sundered us
It was the dowie Odin's oath”

He's ta'en her white hand in his stately nave
And glad was she and glad was he
What happened next, you need not hear
In sooth, I was not there to see

The knight's away with the morning grey
He stayed not for a farewell gift
What no-one knows no-one can say
But the lady's left in little joy

Her bonny eyes blinked not so bright
Her red and white grew white and grey
And every day she wished for night
And every night she wished for day

credits

from Fishe or Fowle, released January 5, 2017
trad arr K Fletcher & C Broch

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Kate Fletcher & Corwen Broch Scotland, UK

Kate was raised on porridge and song in a family of eccentric musicians in Reading. Wrote my first song at 19. Bought a Narrowboat to live on. Everyone said it was a phase. I still have the boat.

Corwen grew up in Dorset with his grandparents who were The Last Of The Victorians. He was instilled with a love of spartan living, open fires and outside toilets.

They make beautiful music together!
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