Innovative and inspiring, both collecting traditional songs, as well as writing new ones. He was, and remains, a very influential artist, writer and singer, committed to social issues. He travelled around the world collecting and recording songs.
Married to Peggy Seeger, he reportedly sang his most famous song - 'The first time ever I saw your face' - to her over the telephone during a transatlantic phone call.
His song 'Dirty Old Town' has been recorded hundreds of time, notably by The Spinners (the British folk group), Rod Stewart, The Pogues, Townes Van Zandt, The Specials, the Mudmen.
He was father to musicians Kirsty MacColl, Neill MacColl and Calum MacColl, and grandfather to Bombay Bicycle Club's Jamie MacColl.
MacColl and Seeger recorded several albums of political commentary songs. MacColl himself wrote over 300 songs, some of which have been recorded by as diverse as Roberta Flack, Planxty and Johnny Cash. In 2001, The Essential Ewan MacColl Songbook was published, which includes the words and music to 200 of his songs.
There is a plaque dedicated to MacColl in Russell Square in London. The inscription includes: "Presented by his communist friends 25.1.1990 ... Folk Laureate - Singer - Dramatist - Marxist ... in recognition of strength and singleness of purpose of this fighter for Peace and Socialism". In 1991 he was awarded a posthumous honorary degree by the University of Salford.
MacColl was very politically active and as well as political song he was a playwright and one of the founders of the Communist backed 'Edinburgh People's Festival' from 1951-54. The EPF was a victim of McCarthyism but provided the blueprint for today's Edinburgh Festival Fringe.
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Ewan MacColl Lyrics
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The hour when wounded night begins to bleed
Stands at the back of the patient queue
The silent almost sweeping queue
Seein' no-one and not being seen
Working shoes are wrapped in working apron
Rolled in an oilcloth bag across her knees
Blue grey steely day is dawning
Draining the last few dregs of sleep away
Over the bridge and the writhing foul black water
Down through empty corridors of stone
Each of the blind glass walls she passes
Shows her twin in sudden flashes
Which is the mirror image, which is real?
Crouching hooded gods of word and number?
Accept her bent-backed homage as their due
The buckets steam like incense coils
Around the endless floor she toils
Cleaning the same white sweep each day anew
Glistening sheen of new-washed floors is fading
There where office clocks are marking time
Night's black tide has ebbed away
By cliffs of glass awash with day
She hurries from her labours still unseen
He who lies besides her does not see her
Nor does the child who once lay at her breast
The shroud of self-denial covers
Eager girl and tender lover
Only the faded servant now is left
How could it be that no-one saw her drowning
How did we come to be so unaware
At what point did she cease to be her
When did we cease to look and see her
How is it no-one knew she was there
The lyrics of Ewan MacColl’s “Nobody Knew She Was There” is a poignant reflection on the life of a working-class woman who remains invisible in society, toiling away in thankless jobs and enduring self-denial. In the cold, dark, early hours of morning, the woman walks to her job, standing in the back of the patient queue without anyone noticing her. She wears worn-out work shoes and carries a bag filled with tools for her job. The woman’s humble job of cleaning office floors is made all the more jarring when she is juxtaposed with the “crouching hooded gods of word and number,” who receive her bent-backed homage. The woman’s labor is described as endless, as she cleans the same white sweep every day anew.
As the day progresses and night turns into day, the woman finishes her work unnoticed and departs. The loneliness of her life is compounded in the sadness of the final stanza, where it is revealed that the only person who lies beside her is her husband, who "does not see her," nor does her child who she once breastfed. The woman is covered in a "shroud of self-denial"; the eager girl and tender lover have faded, leaving only the "servant" behind. The haunting final lines of the song pose a powerful question to the listener: “How could it be that no-one saw her drowning / How did we come to be so unaware / At what point did she cease to be her / When did we cease to look and see her / How is it no-one knew she was there.”
Line by Line Meaning
She walks in the cold dark hour before the morning
She walks in the dawnless dawn
The hour when wounded night begins to bleed
Morning is the birth of day and the death of night
Stands at the back of the patient queue
She stands at the back of the line, waiting dutifully
The silent almost sweeping queue
She stands in a queue where people hardly speak, but just shuffle along
Seein' no-one and not being seen
She sees no one and no one sees her
Working shoes are wrapped in working apron
Her shoes are scuffed and her clothes stained from her work
Rolled in an oilcloth bag across her knees
She carries her work clothes in a bag and rests it on her knees
The swaying tremor soaks the morning
Her swaying as she walks makes her feel the cold of the dawn
Blue grey steely day is dawning
The day is grey and dull
Draining the last few dregs of sleep away
She's up early enough to wake up and go to work, despite a lack of sleep
Over the bridge and the writhing foul black water
She crosses a bridge over polluted, unpleasant water
Down through empty corridors of stone
She walks down empty corridors made of stone, devoid of life
Each of the blind glass walls she passes
She passes by walls of glass that reflect her image
Shows her twin in sudden flashes
The glass reflects her likeness back to her
Which is the mirror image, which is real?
She wonders which is the true image of herself
Crouching hooded gods of word and number?
She imagines gods made of words and numbers watching over her
Accept her bent-backed homage as their due
She feels as though her work is worship to the gods of numbers and words
The buckets steam like incense coils
The steam coming from the cleaning solution looks like incense burning
Around the endless floor she toils
She works tirelessly on the same floor every day
Cleaning the same white sweep each day anew
Every day, she cleans the same white floor, starting again from the beginning
Glistening sheen of new-washed floors is fading
The floors she just cleaned are getting dirty again
There where office clocks are marking time
She cleans in an office where the clocks mark the minutes of the day
Night's black tide has ebbed away
The darkness of the night is being replaced by daylight
By cliffs of glass awash with day
She watches the glass buildings come alive as the day begins
She hurries from her labours still unseen
She finishes her work and leaves, unnoticed by her colleagues
He who lies besides her does not see her
Her partner, sleeping beside her, doesn't fully understand her struggles
Nor does the child who once lay at her breast
Her child, no longer breastfed, also doesn't see the difficult life she leads
The shroud of self-denial covers
She hides her struggles behind a facade of strength and resilience
Eager girl and tender lover
She was once an eager girl and a tender lover, but that person is gone now
Only the faded servant now is left
She is now just a servant, faded and worn from the struggles of her life
How could it be that no-one saw her drowning
Her suffering was not noticed until it was too late
How did we come to be so unaware
We've become so consumed by our own lives that we've forgotten to look around us
At what point did she cease to be her
At some point, she lost her true self
When did we cease to look and see her
We stopped paying attention to her and her struggles
How is it no-one knew she was there
She was invisible to the world around her, unnoticed until it was too late
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Written by: EWAN MACCOLL
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@tuanle3044
Just putting it here for anyone need the lyirc:
* Man part
Are you going to scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one that lives there
For once she once was a true lover of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without any seam or needlework
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
* Woman part
Oh, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
Or never be a true lover of mine
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'll be a true lover of mine
@Liederfuchs
If you are interested in hearing some different versions of this song, I collected a few that were recorded from people who knew traditional versions of it from their own family.
They are different from Scarborough Fair, but also beautiful.
Ewan MacColl himself recorded an older Scottish version of the song called "The Elfin Knight": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=td6P87If5Ec
Here is another old Scottish version, from a lady in Shetland: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3s5QD6aKgQ
Here is one from Mrs Sara Cleveland of New York State, "Every Rose Grows Merry in Time": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zrGEw3Ol6o
Here's one from Ireland with a nice bouncy tune "Rosemary Fair": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvGI9n-cr2Q
And another one from a Traveller lady in Ireland "The Tri-Coloured House": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bL070ZGpUo
This one from Kentucky is a bit more similar to Scarborough Fair "The Cambric Shirt": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNgh0qw6dhw
Here is another New York State version with a strange nonsense refrain: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRzavGg_vOY
@fl233d0m
Another version of Scarbroug Fair lyric.
(both)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
(man)
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam nor needlework
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Ask her to do me this courtesy
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And ask for a like favour from me
And then she'll be a true love of mine
(both)
Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me from one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine
(woman)
Ask him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea-sand
For then he'll be a true love of mine
Ask him to plough it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
For then he'll be a true love of mine
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it up with a rope made of heather
For then he'll be a true love of mine
When he has done and finished his work
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt
For then he'll be a true love of mine
(both)
If you say that you can't, then I shall reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try
Or you'll never be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
But none more than any heart would ask
I must know you're a true love of mine
@kevinmcinerney1959
I was a child when I first heard the Simon and Garfunkel version. I had never tasted parsley sage rosemary OR thyme and didn't even know what they were. But the beauty of those words entered my soul and never left.
@agicorvus
That song.. perfect. Falls exactly right between the sea foam and the sea sand.
@booklover3959
One of the best popular songs I have ever heard in my lifetime.
@tuanle3044
Just putting it here for anyone need the lyirc:
* Man part
Are you going to scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one that lives there
For once she once was a true lover of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without any seam or needlework
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true lover of mine
* Woman part
Oh, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
Or never be a true lover of mine
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'll be a true lover of mine
@brianwalendy3735
How did I miss the female part? I'm not trying to be rude, but I only hear a man on this recording. Kinda freaked me out haha
@angman1966
This quite an old song, going back as far as the 1600's at least, but changed over time. Just another example of a great song that stands the test of time. I love it!
@smoath
@Brian Walendy It's not explicitly stated in this version of the song. But it's understood from all the other variations that this is two people talking (an elf and a woman). He sets her impossible tasks, but she has some for him in return.
@definitiveenergy1878
Thanks for the words, unadulterated to this recording.
@richH1625
1957. Good to hear.
@leonardofaber5823
The most complete version of this song i've heard so far