English Folk-Carols/The Little Room

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English Folk-Carols by [[Author:Anonymous|Anonymous]]
The Little Room
an English folk carol. This version was collected in the early part of the 20th century in Shropshire.

First part[edit]

1. As on my bed with grief oppressed
I laid me down to take my rest,
Into a dream most strange I fell,
Which to the world in brief I'll tell.

2. Methought an angel all in white
Did come to me, when late at night,
And said: Prepare to go with me!
I'll show strange wonders unto thee.

3. The angel forc-ed me to go —
Indeed, whether I would or no —
And, in a very little space,
He brought me to a glorious place.

4. Upon a throne there sat a King;
Many melodiously did sing
All clothed in fine white array.
Which shined brighter than the day.

5. It was so beautiful and fair
I fain would have continued there;
With that the angel said to me:
Poor soul this is no place for thee.

6. A little further you must go
For something else I will show.
Then from this place I did depart,
Fullsore it grieved me to the heart.

7. Into a little room we went
Where was a noisome stinking scent;
For want of sweeping many years
It like a dung-hill did appear.

8. One came to clear the dirt away;
But it was grown to such decay
He could by no means clean the same
It did the King's wrath much inflame.

9. He said: It shall no longer stand;
I will destroy it out of hand;
There is no other hope I see —
This little room shall burned be.

10. Another place he brought me to,
Most sad and dreadful to the view;
It grieved my heart to see the same
All full of sulphur, smoke and flame.

11. One looked at me both fierce and grim.
Which made me tremble every limb;
My soul was filled with dread and fear,
I said: How long must I be here?

12. To me the angel then replied:
Here, ever here, you must abide;
Except this room can cleansed be
There will be no relief for thee.

13. The Prince said: Father! be free
To give that little room to me;
I'll put it in another frame,
My own heart's blood to cleanse the same.

14. O then it was perfumed and done,
The King was willing that His Son
The greatest torture then could bear
To put the room in good repair.

15. His blood was thrown upon the floor.
And water then was sprinkled o'er;
The room was suddenly made clean
And not one spot was to be seen.

16. The angel came and said to me:
I now am come to set thee free.
then my joys were more and more
That I had seen my troubles o'er.

17. Again he brought me to the room,
Where was a smell of rich perfume;
1 was amazed to see the same.
For it was in another frame.

18. Then to the angel I did say:
Interpret this to me, I pray.
Because it seemeth something strange
To see so wonderful a change.

19. The angel said: This is the world;
It would have been to ashes hurled,
Had not Christ shed His blood so free
To cleanse the world and ransom thee.

20. Although He died He lives again,
And with His Father now doth reign;
At His right hand He sits on high
And lives to all eternity.

21. He'll come again to judge the world;
The wicked ones they shall be hurled
Into the pit of discontent,
Where wicked fiends they do torment.

22. The righteous need not fear to die
For they shall be with Christ on high;
Although afflicted here on earth,
They will be happy after death.

23. Then by the hand he did me take.
And said: Poor drowsy soul, awake!
Being awakened from my sleep,
My heart was full; then I did weep.

24. To think my Christ so patiently
Did undergo such misery;
To free lost sinners from the grave
He shed His blood the world to save.

25. I hope this dream is for my good.
Lord Jesus with Thy precious blood
Wash all my heinous sins away
And make me fit for the last day.

Second part[edit]


1. Another mystery behold!
I'll in the second part unfold;
These worthy poems I have penned
That all good Christians may attend.

2. This mystery I do compare
Unto a gallant lady fair,
And a black king, that reigns below,
Who sought this lady's overthrow.

3. The black king, having such a spite
Against this gallant lady bright,
Sent forth an order, or decree,
That she to death shall murdered be.

4. According to the black king's laws.
Condemned to die this lady was.
When she her sentence came to know
Her tears like fountain streams did flow.

5. Now when the lady's death was near,
A young Prince came and said: Don't fear!
For thou shalt not destroyed be;
I'll die myself to set thee free.

6. Then straight spake up this same young Prince:
I'm come to stand in her defence;
Upon her be not too severe;
I'll die myself to set her clear.

7. Then was it the young Prince's doom
To suffer in this lady's room.
For by these lines I briefly show
That you the mystery may know.

8. First with the lady I'll begin; —
It is the soul condemned for sin,
Had not the Prince resigned His breath
To save it from eternal death.

9. The black king Satan is, we know,
Who sought the soul to overthrow;
And the young Prince is Christ indeed,
Who on the cross for sin did bleed.

Cecil Sharp's note[edit]

No. 17. THE LITTLE ROOM.
Sung by Mr. Samson Bates of Lilleshall, and Mr. Felton of Hadley, Salop.

This curious carol is very popular in this part of Shropshire where, despite its great length, it is frequently sung at Christmas time by small parties of two or more men. Miss K. Sorby, who very kindly noted the tune for me, tells me that Mr. Felton sang the first fine of each stanza by himself, the remaining three lines being chanted in unison by both singers. Mr. Bates afterwards sang the carol, or part of it, to me by himself and this enabled me to note many interesting variants of the music phrases, which were not, of course, sung when the two men performed together. I have not, however, embodied any of these variants in the air printed in this book. The singers had with them a chap-book (from which the words in the text have been copied), called A Good Christmas Box (Dudley, 1847), consisting of 125 pages and containing the words of 48 carols, several of which are still sung in that neighbourhood.

The tune is a very fine variant of one that is constantly used by carol-singers (see "The Sinner's Redemption", No. 8; Folk-Songs from Somerset, No. 96; and The Folk-Song Society's Journal, IV, pp. 15-22).[1]

Notes[edit]

  1. Ibid.,p. 66-67
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.