Bonnie Black Bess (OT2003-3012-001)
Dublin Core
Title
Bonnie Black Bess (OT2003-3012-001)
Description
Song excerpted from audio recording OT2003-3012, part of VFC2003-0007 Margaret MacArthur Collection.
Creator
Source
Margaret MacArthur Collection -- VFC2003-0007. Vermont Folklife Center Archive, Vermont Folklife Center, Middlebury, Vermont, United States of America.
Date Created
1964-07-15
Contributor
Is Part Of
Language
en
Type
Identifier
VFC2003-0007 OT2003-3012-001
Rights Holder
Vermont Folklife Center
Song Item Type Metadata
Local Title
Bonnie Black Bess
Standard Title
Bonnie Black Bess (II)
Standard Title Reference
Folk Music Index (http://www.ibiblio.org/folkindex)
Transcription
[Singing starts at: 1:42]
When blindness did guide me I left my abode
And friends proved ungrateful I took to the road
For to plunder the wealthy and relieve the distress
I bought you to aid me my bonnie Black Bess
O'er hills and o'er valleys through glens I rode you
From London to Yorkshire like lightning you flew
No toll bars could stop you and rivers you did breast
In twelve hours you reached it my bonnie Black Bess
Hark the bloodhounds are howling and bugles loud sound
And the likes your noble they never can crown
To part with you now it does me so oppress
Be it farewell forever my bonnie Black Bess
Oh how nobly you stood when a carriage I stopped
And the gold and the jewels from its inmates I took
No poor man did I plunder or ever yet oppress
No widow no orphan my bonnie Black Bess
As ages roll downward and I'm dead and gone
This tale will be told from the father to the son
And some they will pity while others will confess
Twas through friendship I shot you my bonnie Black Bess
And wo one will say that ingratitude dwelt
In the breast of Dick Turpin twas a vice he never felt
But I'll die like a man and soon be at rest
So farewell forever my bonnie Black Bess
References used during transcription:
When blindness did guide me I left my abode
And friends proved ungrateful I took to the road
For to plunder the wealthy and relieve the distress
I bought you to aid me my bonnie Black Bess
O'er hills and o'er valleys through glens I rode you
From London to Yorkshire like lightning you flew
No toll bars could stop you and rivers you did breast
In twelve hours you reached it my bonnie Black Bess
Hark the bloodhounds are howling and bugles loud sound
And the likes your noble they never can crown
To part with you now it does me so oppress
Be it farewell forever my bonnie Black Bess
Oh how nobly you stood when a carriage I stopped
And the gold and the jewels from its inmates I took
No poor man did I plunder or ever yet oppress
No widow no orphan my bonnie Black Bess
As ages roll downward and I'm dead and gone
This tale will be told from the father to the son
And some they will pity while others will confess
Twas through friendship I shot you my bonnie Black Bess
And wo one will say that ingratitude dwelt
In the breast of Dick Turpin twas a vice he never felt
But I'll die like a man and soon be at rest
So farewell forever my bonnie Black Bess
References used during transcription:
- Laws index number L9. Laws, G. Malcolm. Native American Balladry. University of Texas Press (1964).
- Macarthur, Margaret. "The Search for More Songs from the Hills of Vermont." http://www.cdss.org/tl_files/cdss/newsletter_archives/supplements/summer%202011_coldbrook_macarthur.pdf
Location
Duration
4:27
Collection
Citation
Atwood, Fred, “Bonnie Black Bess (OT2003-3012-001),” Vermont Folklife Center Digital Collections, accessed April 4, 2025, https://vtfolklifearchive.org/collections/items/show/1120.
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