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I found the lyrics for this song deep in a Wikipedia rabbit hole about black dog legends. They were collected by William Hone in his 1830 almanack 'The Every-Day Book and Table Book'. Hone writes: 'The above ballad is founded on a tradition, very common amongst the mountains of Craven. The spectre hound is Bargest'. This suggests that Hone himself wrote the lyrics based perhaps on an existing song, but certianly on existing legends of the Yorkshire Dales.
I sent the lyrics to Allan with a suggested melody, and he recorded a truly fantastic set of vocals, which I then set in a soundscape. This is the result, which we are both very proud of!
Black dog legends are ubiquitous in England. Spectral black dogs sometimes appear as omens, but more often just seem to haunt particular spots. Why, I do not know, but they remain a mysterious part of our enchanted landscape.
lyrics
On the steep fell’s height shone the fair moonlight,
And its beams illum’d the dale,
And a silvery sheen cloth’d the forest green,
Which sigh’d to the moaning gale.
From Burnsal’s tower the midnight hour
Had toll’d, and its echo was still,
And the elfin band, from faërie land,
Was upon Elboton hill.
’Twas silent all, save the waters’ fall,
That with never ceasing din,
Roar and rush, and foam and gush,
In Loupscar’s troubled linn.
From his cot he stept, while the household slept,
And he carroll’d with boist’rous glee,
But he ne hied to the green hill’s side,
The faerie train to see.
He went not to roam with his own dear maid
Along by a pine-clad scar,
Nor sing a lay to his lady love,
’Neath the light of the polar star.
And whither now are his footsteps bent?
And where is the Troller bound?
To the horrid gill of the limestone hill,
To call on the Spectre Hound.
And on did he pass, o’er the dew-bent grass,
While the sweetest perfumes fell,
From the blossoming of the trees which spring
In the depth of that lonely dell.
Now before his eyes did the dark gill rise,
No moon-ray pierced its gloom,
And his steps around did the waters sound
Like a voice from a haunted tomb.
And there as he stept, a shuddering crept
O’er his frame, scarce known to fear,
For he once did dream, that the sprite of the stream
Had loudly called forbear.
An aged yew in the rough cliffs grew,
And under its sombre shade
Did the Troller rest, and with charms unblest,
He a magic circle made.
Then thrice did he turn where the streamers burn,
And thrice did he kiss the ground,
And with solemn tone, in that gill so lone,
He call’d on the Spectre Hound.
And a burning brand he clasp’d in his hand,
And he nam’d a potent spell,
That, for Christian ear it were sin to hear,
And a sin for a bard to tell.
And a whirlwind swept by, and stormy grew the sky,
And the torrent louder roar’d,
While a hellish flame, o’er the Troller’s stalwart frame
From each cleft of the gill was pour’d.
And a dreadful thing from the cliff did spring,
And its wild bark thrill’d around
Its eyes had the glow of the fires below
’Twas the form of the Spectre Hound.
In the evening calm a funeral psalm
Slowly stole o’er a woodland scene.
The harebells wave on a new-made grave
In Burnsall’s church-yard green.
That funeral psalm in the evening calm,
Which echo’d the dell around,
Was his, o’er whose grave blue harebells wave,
Who call’d on the Spectre Hound.
credits
released March 21, 2023
Music by JD Roberts & Allan Myers
Lyrics possibly traditional, edited and probably also written to a significant degree by William Hone, from The Every-day Book and Table Book (London, 1830) Vol. 3 pp. 653–655. www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/53277 [16 March 2023]. Edited for length by JD Roberts
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