Sir Gaunie and the Witch

“Witching Creek” painted with watercolors by Sanford Ross Bender in May, 1982.

“Sir Gaunie and the Witch” (Niles No. 18) after The Marraiage of Sir Gawain” (Child No. 31) arranged, performed, and recorded by Sanford Ross Bender for vocals and guitar on July 21, 2023.

King Henry was a mighty man,

Who lived in Engeland,

No harm e’re fell on honest folk,

From out of Henry’s hand.

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Sir Gaunie was a noble knight,

Handsome for to see,

And he’s to marry with a witch,

To save King Henery.

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The witch from out the deep, green wood,

Told Henry what to say,

She told him that a woman always,

Wanted for her way.

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King Henry answered well and true.

He spake so bright, so gay

The Baron sadly hung his head.

And sadly rode away.

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Sir Gaunie was a noble knight,

And many a tear was shed,

The day he married with a witch,

And taken her to bed.

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‘Twas then she turned a princess fair,

And though they all did try,

No fairer one was ever seen,

With sight of human eye.

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The Mermaid

“Three times ’round went our gallant ship” drawn with colored pencils on paper by Sanford Ross Bender.
“The Mermaid” composed, performed, and recorded with vocals, guitar, and concertina by Sanford Ross Bender on May 26, 2023. Traditional ballad lyrics documented by J.J. Niles No. 62A after F.J. Child No. 289.

One Saturday night as we set sail,

Not very far from land,

We there did spy a pretty mermaid,

With a comb and a glass in her hand,

With a comb and a glass in her pretty, pretty hand,

With a comb and a glass in her hand.

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This pretty mermaid sprung into the sea,

The storm it began to roar.

The snow and rain came thick and fast:

“We’ll never see land any more,

We’ll never see land any more, more, more, more,

We’ll never see land any more.”

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The first one on deck was the captain of our ship,

With a plumb and a line in his hand,

He plumbed and he plumbed and he plumbed for to see,

How far it was to the sand,

How far it was from the sea to the sand,

How far it was to the sand.

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The next one on deck was the mate of our ship,

And a well-looking man was he,

“My wife and my child are in Merry England,

And tonight a widow she’ll be,

And tonight, a widow she’ll surely, surely be,

And tonight, a widow she’ll be.”

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The next one on deck was our little cabin boy,

And a very pretty boy was he,

“Oh what, oh what will my mother say,

When she knows I’m drowned in the sea,

When she knows I’m drowned in the salt, salt sea,

When she knows, I’m drowned in the sea?”

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Oh three times ’round went our gallant ship,

And three times more went she,

And as the storm did rage and roar,

She sank to the bottom of the sea,

She sank to the bottom of the deep blue sea,

She sank to the bottom of the sea.

“Deep Blue Sea” painted and drawn wuithy gouache, watercolors band colored pencils by Sanford Ross Bender

Generosity

“Cherry tomatoes on the vine” photographed by Sandy Ross Bender.
“Generosity” composed, performed, and recorded by Sandy Ross Bender with vocals (from a poem of the same title) accompanied with guitar on December 24, 2015.

I was in deep despair

For a thousand reasons

But I went anyway

To a community garden,

In a peaceful pasture

Outstretched to the treeline

Far below the the towering steeples.

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Led by Sister Ana

Who cut me a bouquet

Of brightly colored zinnias

Speckled red and white,

Magenta and yellow

Flaymboyant

Like living paper mache.

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Here, take these purple tomatoes

And these bundles of chard

From this verdant bounty

Of peppers and squash,

Melons, pumpkins, carrots, and dill

Make them into your dinner

To sustain you through the night.

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Generosity” written by Sandy Ross Bender on August 13, 2010.

Memory of a Drowned Town

“Memory of a Drowned Town” composed, performed, and recorded with vocals, guitar, banjo, and clarinet by Sanford Ross Bender on December 30, 2015.

“A natural occurence” painted with gouache by Sanford Ross Bender

Memory of a Drowned Town

The river washed my house away,

I always liked the view.

The rocks that I had piled up,

Tumbled away and broke through.

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My cat climbed into the highest tree,

My dog just ran away.

Only the old rooster,

Took command of the bay.

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Down in the valley so far below,

Lay a wasted town.

Some people found their old row boats,

The rest must have drowned.

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We never thought the storm would come,

To our sacred isle.

This is what comes to the best of us,

When we live our lives in denial.

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Sanford Ross Bender – Copyright: 12.30.2015