A Question for Betty Theia

[Bryn Mawr]

A friend of my wife and I started her singing at a Cornish Folk club in a cave in a cove.

The cove was associated with afolk legend about a masked ball where revellers regularly gathered. One day a wife, knowing her husband frequented the cove, dressed up and went. Meeting her husband she stole his heart and he vowed ti run off with her.

I'm damned if I can remember the name of the place - even though we have been there.

Any ideas?

[Betty Boop]

Nothing springs to mind immediately, will ponder a while longer!

[Bryn Mawr]

Betty Boop wrote: Nothing springs to mind immediately, will ponder a while longer!


Many thanks - it's driving me crazy!

[theia]

Any other clues, Bryn? Can you remember perhaps the nearest town or village?

[Bryn Mawr]

theia wrote: Any other clues, Bryn? Can you remember perhaps the nearest town or village?


I found it.

Dragging back through all of Jenny's old song sheets, it's Lamorna Cove

LAMORNA

Lamorna

So now I'll sing to you,

'Tis about a maiden fair

I met the other evening

In the corner of the square.

She had a dark and roving eye,

She was a charming rover,

And we rode all night

In the pale moonlight

Away down to Lamorna



Chorus:

'Twas down in Albert Square,

I never shall forget,

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

And the evening it was wet, wet, wet.

Her hair hung down in curls,

She was a charming rover,

And we rode all night

In the pale moonlight

Away down to Lamorna



As we got in the cab

I asked her for her name,

And when she gave it me,

Well, mine it was the same.

So I lifted up her veil,

For her face was covered over;

To my surprise it was my wife

I'd rode down to Lamorna



Chorus:

'Twas down in Albert Square, etc.



She said, "I knowed 'ee well,

I knowed 'ee all the while,

I knowed you in the dark

And I did it for a lark (lark, lark).

And for that lark you'll pay,

For the roving of yer donor,

You'll pay the fare, I do declare,

Away down to Lamorna"





Chorus:

'Twas down in Albert Square, etc.




Story's not quite as I remembered it but at least I'm not banging my head against a brick wall any more.

Thanks for you trouble

[Galbally]

Hold on, this reminds me a bit of that song by Kate Bush "Babooshka", in which the wife uses letters and then some sort of dodgy costume to revive her flagging sex life, though perhaps Mrs. Bush based it on an old Cornish folk legend. There is an Irish legend of a particularly bad pipe player who got tricked by the fairies or the pukka into thinking he was the best player in the world and somehow married an old hag along the way, whom he though was the fairest maid on the isle. And who he brought home to his mammy in traditional Irish style just before the Glamour was removed and etc etc, it didn't end well anyway, thats all I remember.

[CARLA]

Kate Bush Discography

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Babooshka

She wanted to test her husband,

She knew exactly what to do,

A pseudonym to fool him,

She couldn't have made a worse move.

She sent him scented letters,

And he received them with a strange delight,

Just like his wife,

But how she was before the tears,

And how she was before the years flew by,

And how she was when she was beautiful.

She signed the letter:

Chorus

All yours. Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka - ya-ya

She wanted to take it further,

So she arranged a place to go,

To see if he,

Would fall for her incognito.

And when he laid eyes on her,

He got the feeling they had met before,

Uncanny how she

Reminds him of his little lady,

Capacity to give him all he needs,

Just like his wife before she freezed on him,

Just like his wife when she was beautiful,

He shouted out, I'm...

Chorus

[AussiePam]

Isn't there another song involving pina coladas with a similar theme?? Grin. Now I'll be banging my head agains the wall, Bryn, till I've remembered how it goes.

[Rapunzel]

Pammie, do you mean this one?



The Pina Colada Song

----------------------------

I was tired of my lady

We'd been together too long

Like a worn-out recording

Of a favorite song

So while she lay there sleeping

I read the paper in bed

And in the personal columns

There was this letter I read

"If you like Pina Coladas

And getting caught in the rain

If you're not into yoga

If you have half a brain

If you'd like making love at midnight

In the dunes on the Cape

Then I'm the love that you've looked for

Write to me and escape."

I didn't think about my lady

I know that sounds kind of mean

But me and my old lady

Have fallen into the same dull routine

So I wrote to the paper

Took out a personal ad

And though I'm nobody's poet

I thought it wasn't half bad

"Yes I like Pina Coladas

And getting caught in the rain

I'm not much into health food

I am into champagne

I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon

And cut through all this red-tape

At a bar called O'Malley's

Where we'll plan our escape."

,

So I waited with high hopes

And she walked in the place

I knew her smile in an instant

I knew the curve of her face

It was my own lovely lady

And she said, "Oh it's you."

Then we laughed for a moment

And I said, "I never knew."

That you like Pina Coladas

Getting caught in the rain

And the feel of the ocean

And the taste of champagne

If you'd like making love at midnight

In the dunes of the Cape

You're the lady I've looked for

Come with me and escape

(repeat chorus twice and fade out)



I love Kate Bush's music too, Carla, but "Wuthering Heights" is my favourite! :-6

[theia]

Another Kate Bush fan here, Rap...the Red Shoes album cuts me in two, especially Moments of Pleasure :-1

[Bryn Mawr]

and now I've found it I cannot get the damned tune out of my head

[theia]

Bryn Mawr wrote: and now I've found it I cannot get the damned tune out of my head


How does it go again? :wah:

[Bryn Mawr]

theia wrote: How does it go again? :wah:


That's cruel :p