Annotation:Winter it is Past
X:1 T:Winter it is Past, The M:2/4 L:1/8 R:Air Q:"Slow" B:Oswald – Caledonian Pocket Companion, Book 10 (1760, p. 9) Z:AK/Fiddler’s Companion K:G G/A/|(BA)(Bd)|G2 ge|.d(BAB)|G2 (AB)|(cd)(ef)|{ef}g2 f>e|d3:| |:(c/B/)|(cd)(ef)|{ef}g2 fe|dBAG|A2 (GA)|B2 Be|(dc)(BA)|G3:|]
X:1 T:Winter is Past, The M:C L:1/8 R:Air Q:"Moderate" S:O’Neill – Music of Ireland (1903), No. 300 Z:AK/Fiddler’s Companion K:D A|AFAB d2 g>f|edBA A2 cd|e2fg a2gf|(e4 e2)(ef)|gefg a2 gf|edBA A2 AB| D2 gf edB>A|(A4 A2) ef|gefg a2 ba|gfed B2 AB|d2 gf edB>A|A4 A2 z||
WINTER (IT) IS PAST, THE (Ta an geimread tart). AKA and see "Curragh of Kildare." Irish, Air (4/4 time). D Major (O'Neill): G Major (Joyce): F Mixolydian (Stanford/Petrie). Standard tuning (fiddle). One part. "I took down the words and air of this song about 1852 from Kate Cudmore of Glenosheen, Co. Limerick: and I gave both to Dr. Petrie, who published them in his Ancient Music of Ireland (1854). The air reappears in Stanford-Petrie (1905). There is a Scotch version of the words: but the Scotch air which appears modern is different from ours, as given here. The words originated in Ireland" (Joyce). O'Neill's version is a transposition in key of the tune collected by wikipedia:George_Petrie_(artist). Paul de Grae notes that Samuel Lover had a setting of Irish words, titled "The Love Sick Maid" with the accompanying note that the Scottish claim to the song is wanting[1].
The 'Scotch version' of the music referred to by Joyce can be found in cellist and composer Wikipedia:James_ Oswald_(composer)'s Caledonian Pocket Companion Book 10 (1760). wikipedia:Robert_Burns, the Scots national poet, rewrote the words "The Winter it is Past" in the publication The Scots Musical Museum published in several volumes at the very end of the 18th century. Burns retained the tune used by Oswald, which, while no relation to P.W. Joyce's melody, is one of a family of melodies that also includes "Bonnie May," Cazden's (et al, 1982) Catskill Mountain (N.Y.)-collected "Fare You Well, My Own True Love," and the sacred harp hymn "Tribulation."
The rose upon the brier
By the water running clear
Gives joy to th linnet and the bee;
Their little hearts are blest,
But mine is not at rest,
Since my true love is absent from me. [Joyce]
