He was born in Hatfield and grew up in Hampstead, London. After training as an actor he sang in coffee bars. He became a resident at the Troubador folk club in Earls Court in the late 1950s. He joined Redd Sullivan's Thameside Four in 1961. He is a renowned solo performer of traditional songs in a very distinctive style, accompanying himself on his trusty old Martin Guitar; his style is marked by the use of alternate tunings, and a strongly percussive picking style that emphasizes the melody. His debut album, Martin Carthy, was released in 1965, and also featured Dave Swarbrick playing fiddle on some tracks, although he was not mentioned in the album's sleeve notes.
He has also been involved with many musical collaborations. He has sung with The Watersons since 1972, was an early member of the UK folk rock group Steeleye Span, and was part of the innovative Brass Monkey ensemble, which mixed a range of brass instruments with Carthy's guitar and mandolin and John Kirkpatrick's accordion, melodeon and concertina.
For many years Carthy has enjoyed a creative partnership with fiddle player Dave Swarbrick. More recently, Waterson:Carthy has provided the forum for a successful partnership with partner Norma Waterson together with their daughter Eliza Carthy.
In June 1998 he was awarded the MBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours. He was named Folk Singer of the Year at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards in 2002, and again in 2005 when he also won the award for Best Traditional Track for 'Famous Flower of Serving Men'.
Seven Yellow Gypsies
Martin Carthy Lyrics
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And none of them lame nor lazy-O
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady-O
And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
That fast her tears began to flow
And she lay down her silken gown
She plucked off all her highheeled shoen
All made of the Spanish leather-O
And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
They rode north and they rode south
And they rode it late and early-O
Until they come to the river side
And oh but she was weary-O
Says, Last night I rode by the river side
With me servants all around me-O
And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
It was late last night when the lord come home
And his servants they stood ready-O
And the one took his boots and the other took his horse
But away was his own dear lady-O
And when he come to the servants′ door
Enquiring for his lady-O
The one she sighed and the other one cried
She's away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy
And they were strange stories he told me-O
Of the moon that rose by the river side
For pack (??) with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare
For the brown′s not so speedy-O
And I will ride for to seek my bride
Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Oh he rode north and he rode south
And he rode it late and early-O
Until he come to the river side
And it was there that he spied his lady-O
What makes you leave all your house and your land
All your gold and your treasure for to go?
And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O?
What care I for me house and me land?
What care I for me treasure-O?
And what care I for me new-wedded lord
For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O
And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
What care I for me goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
None of them lame nor lazy-O
And I wouldn′t give a kiss from the gypsies′ lips
For all of your land or your money-O
The song "Seven Yellow Gypsies" is a traditional English ballad that tells the story of a lady who falls in love with a group of gypsies who sing so sweetly that they steal her heart. She leaves behind her luxurious life of silk gowns, golden rings, and high-heeled shoes to run away with them. The song chronicles their journey as they ride north and south until they become tired and stop by the river. The lady's new husband sets out to find her and ultimately sees her sleeping in a cold barren shed with the seven yellow gypsies, and she tells him that she loves them more than her gold, treasure, or her new-wedded lord.
The lyrics of "Seven Yellow Gypsies" depict the longing for freedom and adventure from the tedious lives of the rich and established, and the discovery of a community ready to accept and appreciate the whims of life. The song's use of bright colors and the emotive nature of music is significant as it underscores the notion that beauty and emotion have value, even if it lies outside of what society deems meaningful. In essence, these themes draw attention to the persistent allure of alternative lifestyles and challenge the rhetoric of the establishment.
Line by Line Meaning
There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
There were seven gypsies with yellow skin who stood side by side
And none of them lame nor lazy-O
None of these gypsies were disabled or lazy
And they sang so sweet and so complete
They sang in a pleasing and perfect way
That they stole the heart of the lady-O
Their music captured the affections of a lady
And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
Their singing was both sweet and high-pitched
That fast her tears began to flow
Their music moved her to tears
And she lay down her silken gown
She removed her fancy clothing
Her golden rings and all her show
She took off all her jewelry and accessories
She plucked off all her highheeled shoes
She removed her fancy shoes with high heels
All made of the Spanish leather-O
Her shoes were made from Spanish leather
And she would in the street in her bare bare feet
She walked in the street with no shoes on
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
She fled with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies
They rode north and they rode south
The gypsies traveled in both north and south directions
And they rode it late and early-O
They traveled at all hours of the day and night
Until they come to the river side
Eventually, they arrived at the riverbank
And oh but she was weary-O
The lady was tired and exhausted
Says, Last night I rode by the river side
The lady spoke and said that she had ridden by the river the previous night
With me servants all around me-O
She was surrounded by her servants
And tonight I must go with me bare bare feet
But that night, she had to go barefoot
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
As she was running away with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies
It was late last night when the lord come home
The lord arrived home late the previous night
And his servants they stood ready-O
His servants were waiting for him
And the one took his boots and the other took his horse
One took his boots, and the other took his horse
But away was his own dear lady-O
But his lady was already gone
And when he come to the servants' door
When he arrived at the servants' door
Enquiring for his lady-O
Asking where his lady was
The one she sighed and the other one cried
One of the servants sighed, and the other cried
She's away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Telling him that she had run away with the group of yellow gypsies
For I met with a boy and a bonny, bonny boy
The lady's encounter with a boy
And they were strange stories he told me-O
The boy told her odd tales
Of the moon that rose by the river side
The boy told of the moon rising by the river
For pack (??) with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Involving the group of yellow gypsies in his story
Go saddle to me my bonny, bonny mare
The lord commands his mare to be saddled for him
For the brown's not so speedy-O
Because the brown horse is not very fast
And I will ride for to seek my bride
He's going to find his wife
Who's run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Who had fled with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies
Oh he rode north and he rode south
He traveled north and south for his search
Until he come to the river side
He finally came to the riverbank
And it was there that he spied his lady-O
He saw his lady there
What makes you leave all your house and your land
He asks what compelled her to abandon her house and land
All your gold and your treasure for to go?
And all her wealth
And what makes you leave your new-wedded lord
He also asks why she would leave her newly-wedded husband
To run away with the seven yellow gypsies-O?
To elope with a group of yellow gypsies
What care I for me house and me land?
She responds asking, 'What do I care for my house or land?'
What care I for me treasure-O?
She doesn't care about her wealth either
And what care I for me new-wedded lord
Nor does she care about her new husband
For I'm away with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Because she is with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies
Last night you slept in a goosefeather bed
He recalls that she slept in a luxurious goosefeather bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O
And that she had turned the bed sheet with a bold attitude
And tonight you will sleep in the cold barren shed
But now she will sleep in a cold, empty shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
Because she's with the group of seven yellow-skinned gypsies
What care I for me goosefeather bed
She doesn't care about her fancy bed anymore
With the sheet turned down so bravely-O?
Why should she?
For tonight I will sleep in the cold barren shed
Because tonight, she can only sleep in a cold, empty shed
All along with the seven yellow gypsies-O
As she is going along with the seven yellow-skinned gypsies
And I wouldn't give a kiss from the gypsies' lips
She declares that she prefers to be with the gypsies
For all of your land or your money-O
Rather than having all his land or money
Writer(s): Trad Pd, Martin Carthy
Contributed by Kaelyn A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Frank Sabatino
With this song Martin became one of the few standard bearers in British folk music. His daring guitar work and insistent voice are unmistakable, and he shows no fear exploring the darkness in the tradition.
Susan Ritter
Beautiful, variant version of "The Raggle Taggle Gypsies" & "Black Jack Davy," which themselves survive in many regional versions. Another outstanding performance from Martin Carthy here.
Cowman Zzz
Susan Ritter b also gypsie Davy
Suzanne Katz
Brilliant,love this,thanks for posting.
drharveys
Super montage -- loved the Chagall!
Julian Longden
Brilliant!
Mehefinheulog1
but my meagre offering just a triffle compared to the genius of this performance by Carthy it's just astounding
bertaga41
In some versions of this brilliant song it says she left her young children behind and this takes away the romance from the idea of running away with the handsome , exciting gypsy and I think makes her look callous. This is offset by the idea that the Gypsy used magic to charm her away from her rich lord whose reaction is very calm and reasonable when compared to the Lord in Matty Groves ?
Mehefinheulog1
yes, calm indeed, steely cool in fact
Elliot Shulman
captivating