Text Box: Jim Causley

 

Text Box: Poem 1 Timeless this young piece of history Living the ballad of the balladeer This Minstrel- This Jongleur (zhawnGLOOR!) Good luck to all you: Improvisatores, Meistersingers, Minnesingers and Trouveres! We have a veritable Autolycus among us OOOOARRRRR Who are? YOOOOARRRR He could win any tenson (Medieval ballad competition) Sweeter even than a Trobairitz (They’re the ones with bulbous bits) Sings like a Child Acts like a Child Collects like a Child A veritable Child travelling round Francis J. Child would be proud Come on Gleemen or Gleewomen And see how its done Broadside us Teach us Reach us – from the top You sir, - are a scop! More power to his cause – he Is the wonderful Jim Causley UUUUUARRRRRR

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As introduced at the Black Swan Folk Club’s Young Performers Night

Poem 2

 

There came a fine young balladeer

He is The Devon incarnate

He crossed the Exmoor, Brue and Axe

The A303 no stay

 

Far far away from home he roamed

Fal the dal the die dee

To great renown in a northern town

A fruity voice has he

 

Warm his heart, but cold the soul

To sing so far away

Chilled while he sings his homesickness

The cider tastes of Lucozade

Devon Down Devon Down

 

He had not been gone but a year and a day,

Strange counties for to see,

When a strange thought came into his head,

He'd go and see lovely Fiona

On radio three three three

Sing for lovely Fiona

On radio three three three

 

“At last a star for all the land”

   “This stalwart’s heart is true”

The northern clubs shall understand

   What this Devonian lad can do

 

Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie.

Watch the stage my darlings. This Gentlemen can fly

 

There isn’t a love for the song such as this

In all of the lands so free

Cheer for the wonderful Jim Causley ly ly

Cheer now for Jim Causley