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AKA<\/strong><\/td>White wings that never grow weary<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td>1884<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>Banks Winter<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN1753<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Charles Oswell (Mohawk Minstrels), Banks Winter (Thatcher, Primrose and West Minstrels)<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
H., Mrs. F; USA : Massachusetts, 1916
Unknown, USA : Oklahoma : 1917
Tanner, Ada; England : Oxfordshire, 1926
Wilbur, Mrs. Marie; USA : Missouri, 1927
Unknown, USA : Michigan, 1930
Laurenson, Bruce; Scotland : Shetland Isles, 1947
Young, Berton; Canada : Nova Scotia, 1952
Decker, (Mrs.) Glasscock, Darrell, USA : Wyoming : 1957
Hartley, Stella, Canada : Saskatchewan, 1959
Hart, Bob, England : Suffolk, 1969
Hinchliffe, Frank, England : Yorkshire, 1970
Ford, Amy; England : Somerset ; 1973
Messenger, Alice; England : Suffolk ; 1975-80
Dowdy, Douglas; England : Hampshire ; 1982<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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WHITE WINGS.\nCopyright, 1884, by Willis Woodward & Co.\nWritten and sung by Banks Winter.\n\nSail! home, as straight as an arrow.\nMy yacht shoots along on the crest of the sea;\nSail! home, to sweet Maggie Darrow,\nIn her dear little home she is waiting for me.\nHigh up! where the cliffs they are craggy,\nThat's where the girl of my heart waits for me!\nHeigh! ho, I long for you, Maggie,\nI'll spread out my White Wings and sail home to thee.\nYo! ho, how we go! oh, how the winds blow!\n\nWhite Wings, they never grow weary.\nThey carry me cheerily over the sea;\nNight comes, I long for my dearie,\nI'll spread out my White Wings, and sail home to thee.\n<\/em>\nSail! home, to love and caresses,\nWhen Maggie, my darling, is there at my side;\nSail! home, blue eyes and gold tresses,\nThe fairest of all is my own little bride.\nSail! home, to part from thee never,\nAlways together life's voyage shall be;\nSail! home, to love thee forever!\nI'll spread out my White Wings and sail home to thee.\nYo! ho, how we go! oh, how the winds blow!<\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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A sentimental song widely collected from traditional singers on both sides of the Atlantic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was regularly performed on the Music Hall stage in the 1880s and 90s by a variety of performers but it was originally written and performed in America by blackface minstrel singer Banks Winter. According to Turner and Miall, Winter bought the rights to the song from  Joseph Gullick, before substantially rewriting the words and music and republishing it under his own name. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The song became hugely popular both in Britain and the United States, it was widely published both as official sheet music , and in cheap street literature. In Britain it was perhaps most associated with the singing of Charles Oswell, a performer with the Mohawk Minstrels. The song was widely parodied by Music Hall and minstrel entertainers.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
The song might be dismissed as a polite middle-class parlour ballad, but it was hugely popular amongst working class audiences. In researching this song I found this interesting eyewitness account of the ballad being sung by miners in Fife in the early 20th century. It was written by American journalist and social reformer Kellogg Durland (fuller versions of his accounts can be found at scottishmining.co.uk<\/a>):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of the bottomers, whose business it was to pull the empty hutches from the cages as they reached the bottom and push on the full ones, had a famous tenor voice and to hear his clear musical notes ringing out with distinct sweetness above the crunching, jarring rattle that never ceased for a moment was not to be forgotten. The one-time popular ballad, “White Wings,” thus sung, seemed to express a certain longing for an outlook on a broader world than they, poor cramped miners, knew aught of, as if an innate something was feeling the narrowness of its life and cried out for a boundless freedom. In the abysmal depths of the Aitken Pit 800 men are working out their lives. Their work is labour that costs hard sweat, and though they feel themselves slaves of the lamp …. they extract as much joy from life as they may … the great bottomer sang the words:

Sail home! as straight as an arrow
My yacht shoots along on the crest of the sea.
High up where cliffs they are craggy,
There’s where the girl of my heart waits for me. <\/em><\/p>
Then came the deep-throated chorus from the crowd of rough workers, fairly drowning the boisterous noise of the pit :-<\/p>
White wings, they never grow weary,
They carry me cheerily over the sea ;
Night comes, I long for my dearie,
I’ll spread out my white wings and sail home to thee.<\/em><\/p>
The song ended, the roar of iron goes on till the signal is given from the pit-head.\u00a0<\/p>Among the Fife Miners, Kellogg Durland, Blackwoods Magazine<\/a> 1902<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
White Wings<\/em> sung by Bob Hart in 1969 on  Musical Traditions MT CD 301-2  A Broadside<\/em> (download available from Vaughan Williams Memorial Library)<\/p>\n\n\n\n