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- All Those Endearing Young Charms
- An Outlandish Knight
- Chin Nibbler and Stresspopper
- Come by the Hills
- The Derby Ram
- Dia Luain Dia Mairt
- Fill the Bright
- Forest Home
- Mica Mica Parva Stella
- Mr. Buccaneer
- Some Kind of Magic
- The Fox
- Fay Parade
- Under Yonder Oaken Tree
- Wraggle Taggle Gypsies
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All
Those Endearing Young Charms
Thomas Moore 1779-1852
Believe me if
all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
Like fairy gifts fading away.
Thou woulds't still be adored as this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will.
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still
Forest
Home
Douglys/J.Karasik/D.Askins
Groundhogs beside
the road,
Fleas and
A cacophony of birds and flies.
Lemongrass, wild raspberries,
And bouquets of Queen Ann's Lace,
Walking for miles on quiet roads
Gone for
hours alone.
Climbing a burled
tree
Grab the rope swing and
Come splashing down into the stream
Crawl on a mossy ledge
Feet in the water, sitting next to
A little frog that stays and stares
I feel the drifting away of my cares
Damp sweat on
rock walls
The way salt becomes waterlogged
and un-shakable
The incense that always burns
Sandalwood, nag champa, cinnamon musk
The way everything seemed so dark
Until my eyes adjusted.
Gone for hours, gone for years,
Gone forever alone with you
In the forest home
Mica
Mica Parva Stella
Twinkle
Twinkle Little Star
(Translated into latin by my
9th grade Teacher, Mrs. Payne -B.)
Mica, mica parva stella
Mirrir quinam cesse tom bella
Slpendanes animus in elloi
Alba vella gemma caelo
Mica mica parva stella
mirrir quinam cesse tom bella
Mica, mica parva
stella
Mirrir quinam cesse tom bella
Slpendanes animus in elloi
Alba vella gemma caelo
Mica mica parva stella
mirrir quinam cesse tom bella
Mr.
Buccaneer
Douglys/D Askins
How have you
been doing?
What cha been up to?
Tell us Mr. Buccaneer
How's it been for you?
Have you kissed
the mermaids
Under skies of blue?
Listening to the sirens' song
Wondering what to do
If you'd like
to tell us
We would love to hear
Share some of your rum with us
And we will be all ears
Have you been
splashing with the dolphins?
Swimming with a whale?
A calm and quiet ocean
Up comes a feisty gale
Swinging round the masthead
Lightening, rain, and wind
Did you ever wonder
When would your journey end?
We would really
love to hear
What cha been up to
Tell us Mr. Buccaneer
How's it been for you?
Some
Kind of Magic
Douglys
For the longest
time you were just a dream of mine,
And like the stars you were never close enough
Then you took me by surprise with that look in your eyes,
Now I've found what dreams are made of.
You must know
some kind of Magic
You've made all the other lovers disappear
High and low, I have tried to imagine
What my life would be like if you were here
Some kind of magic.
If I'd known it were true that I could spend one day with you
I'd have always been counting down the days
As we laughed in the night, as we held each other tight
We felt the rush, in so many ways.
(cho)
Close my eyes
anywhere, I can always see you there,
But I want to see you face to face
We'll be wild, we'll be free, you are everything to me
Nobody else could ever take your place.
(cho)
You must know
some kind of magic
You've made all the other lovers disappear
High and low, now I don't have to imagine
What my life would be like 'cause you're right here
Some kind of magic.
The
Fox
The fox went out on a chilly night.
Prayed for the moon to give him light
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he'd reach the town-o, town-o. town-o
He'd many a mile to go that night before he'd reach the town-o.
He ran 'till
he came to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein.
"A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
A couple of you will grease my chin before I leave this
town-o"
He grabbed the
gray goose by the neck
and slung the duck across his back
He didn't much mind the quack, quack, quack.
Or the feet all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o
He didn't much mind the quack, quack, quack
or the feet all danglin' down-o
Then old mother
Flipper-Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head, crying,
"John, John, the gray goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o,
John, John, the gray goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o.
John, he ran
to the top of the hill,
And he called for his hounds both loud and shrill
The fox said, "I'd better flee with my kill,
Before they're on me trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,
The fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill
before they're on me trail-o."
He ran 'till
he came to his cozy den,
And there were his little ones, eight, nine, ten
Cryin' , "Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o,
Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
'cause it must be a mighty fine town-o.
Well the fox
and his wife without any strife
They cut up the goose with a fork and knife
They never had such a supper in their life,
The little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
They never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.
Fay
Parade
Douglys
(instrumental)
Under Yonder Oaken Tree
Under yonder oaken tree,
Whose branches oft me shaded;
Elves and fairies dance with glee,
When day's last beam hath faded:
Then while the stars shine brightly,
So airy, gay and sprightly,
'Till Chanticleer tells dawn is near,
They trip it, trip it lightly.
Yet
no trace of them is seen,
When morning rays are glancing,
Not one footprint on the green
Shows where the elves were dancing:
Oh! where are they abiding?
In what lone valley hiding?
Come next with me and we will see
The fairies homewards gliding.
Wraggle
Taggle Gypsies
There were three gypsies come to our door
Downstairs ran our Lady-o.
One sang high, one sang low.
and the other sang bonny bonny biskay-o.
She pulled off
her silk finished gown
and put on the hose of leather-o.
Those ragged taagged rags all about our door
and she's off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o
It was late last
night when our lord came home
inquiring for his lady-o
We servants said on every hand
she's off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o
O saddle to me
my milk white steed
and go and fetch me my pony-o
That I may ride and seek my bride
who's off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!
O he rode high
and he rode low,
he rode through woods and copses too
Until he came to a wide open field
and there he espied his a-lady-o.
"What makes
you leave you house and land,
What makes you leave you money-o?
What makes you leave you new wedded lord,
to follow the wraggle taggle gypsies-o?"
"O what
care I for my house and land?
What care I for my money-o?
What care I for my new wedded lord?
I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!"
"Last night
you slept on a goose-feathered bed,
with the sheets turned down so dainty-o.
Tonight you sleep in a cold open field
along with the wraggle taggle gypsies-o!"
"What care
I for my goose-feathered bed
with the sheets turned down so dainty-o?
Tonight I'll sleep in a wide open field
kept warm by my wraggle taggle gypsie-o!"
It is not while
beauty and youth are thine own
And thy cheeks unprofained by a tear
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known
To which time will but make thee more dear
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets
But as truly loves on to the close
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned as he rose.
Outlandish
Knight
An outlandish knight came from the northlands;
And he came wooing to me;
He said he would take me to foreign lands
And he would marry me.
Go fetch me some
of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags from out of the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.
She mounted upon
her milkwhite steed,
And he on the dapple gray;
They rode till they came unto the seaside,
Three hours before it was day.
Light off, light
on, thy milkwhite steed;
Deliver it up unto me;
For six pretty maidens I have drown'd here,
And thou the seventh shall be.
Doff off, doff
off thy silken things,
Deliver them up unto me;
I think that they look too rich and too gay
To rot all in the salt sea.
If I must doff
off my silken things,
Pray turn thy back unto me;
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
A naked woman should see.
He turned around
his back to her
And looked out over the brim.
She caught him around the middle so small
And bundled him into the stream.
Lie there, lie
there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For six pretty maidens hast thou a-drowned here
The seventh hath drown-ed thee.
She mounted on
her milkwhite steed,
And led the dapple-gray;
She rode till she came to her father's house,
Two hours before it was day.
Chin
Nibbler and Stresspopper
Douglys
At the break
of dawn in a greening spring forest
Stresspopper the pixie was meandering...
His spirit
took flight as the misty breeze
Brought to him the sound of sweet melodic dreams.
It was the song
he had heard in a dream
When he was only a wee bit of a pixie
He felt at one
with the mountain meadow
As he never had before...
The music
stopped and he heard her laughter
And saw the face he could only adore.
She was the girl
he had known in a dream
When he was only a wee bit of a pixie
The pixie girl
was perched up in the very tree
Where sitting under, and mesmerized was he
She glided down and sat beside him there
They felt as in the world, they had no care.
It was the joy
they had known in a dream
When they were both a wee bit of a pixie
They laughed
for hours, they played some tunes
He called her Chin Nibbler when she nibbled his chin,
They rode
an owl to the crescent moon
They always were and they'll have no end
Come
by the Hills
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills
to the land where life is a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills
to the land where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait till the day is done.
Come by the hills
to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
The
Derby Ram
As I went down to Derby,
All on a market day,
I spied the biggest ram, sir,
that ever did feed on hay!
And it's true,
me lads, it's true, me lads,
I never was known to lie
And, if you'd been to Derby
You'd seen him same as I
Oh the wool upon
this ram, sir,
it reached up to the sky
The eagles built their nest up there,
you can hear their young ones cry
The horns upon
this ram, sir,
they reached up to the moon,
A little boy went up in January
and he didn't come back till June
Well the tail
upon this ram, sir,
it reached on down to hell
The devil pulled a hank of it
and he rang the fire bell
Dia Luain Dia Mairt
One night through the black,
Poor Donall hunch back
His cart down the glenside was bringing;
When he heard the sweet sound
Of the faeries all round
And this is the song they were singing:
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt...
He stopped
in his track,
Poor Donall hunch back,
At the voices so beautifully blending.
Though the music was sweet
It was quite incomplete,
For they couldn't remember the ending:
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt...
Though
poor Donall was shy,
He could never stand by
And leave their frustrations unheeded.
So he stifled his fear,
And he sang soft and clear,
Adding the word that they needed.
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt, agus Ceadaine.
And the faeries
were glad,
So grateful he had
Put an end to the song they were voicing,
With their magical knack
Took the hump from his back,
And Donall went homeward rejoicing:
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain, Dia Mairt
Dia Luain ...Dia Mairt.... Ceadaine!
(Move mouse
over box to translate!)
Fill
the Bright
Douglys/Bella
Sky above is
so blue
Clouds changing hue
What to do
Wind alive blows free
Can we see
What it means
To be here
Dancing leaves
In the breeze
Through the trees
Makes me see
Mottled light
Branches sway
Ends the day
Find the way home
Starry skies
Fill the bright
Moonless night
All is right
Everything
Is so clear
We are here
All around
Life all around
 Dia Luain Dia Mairt... the rest of the story! The Legend of Knockgrafton (A traditional tale from Ireland) in this version Donall is called 'Lusmore' |
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Once
there was a poor man who dwelt in the fertile glen of Aherlow, at the
foot of the dreary Galtee mountains. He had a great hump on his back:
he looked just as if his body had been rolled up and placed upon his
shoulders; and his head was pressed down with the weight so much, that
his chin, when he was sitting, used to rest upon his knees for support.
Though this hunchback was harmless, mean-spirited people had told some strange stories about him, which made others even more frightened of him. Because he was so ugly, people were frightened of meeting him in any lonesome place, yet this poor creature was as harmless and inoffensive as a new-born child. It was spread around that he had a great knowledge of herbs and charms, and this was said in such a way that rather than sounding like a wise doctor, people thought he must be a cunning and miscevious creature with deep, dark secrets and unnatural powers. But certain it was that he had a mighty skillful hand in plaiting straw and rushes into bats and baskets., which was the way he made his livelihood. Lusmore, who always wore a sprig of the fairy cap, or lusmore in his little straw hat, would ever get a higher penny for his plaited work than any one else, and perhaps that was why some, out of envy, had circulated the strange stories about him. Well, it happened that he was returning one evening from the town of Cahir towards Cappagh, and as poor Lusmore walked very slowly, on account of the great hump upon his back, it was quite dark when he came to the old moat of Knockgrafton, which stood on the right hand side of his road. Tired and weary was he, and noways comfortable in his own mind at thinking how much farther he had to travel, and that he should be walking all the night; so he sat down under the moat to rest himself, and began looking mournfully enough upon the moon, which, "Rising
in clouded majesty, at length, After a while, Lusmore began to hear music unlike any he'd ever heard. It was wild to his ear, and had an unearthly melody. There was nothing unpleasant about it, or frightening. Indeed, Lusmore thought he had never heard any music that was more beautiful, or captivating. It was like the sound of many voices, each mingling and blending with the other so strangely that they seemed to be one, though all singing different strains. The words of the song were these: Dia Luain,
Dia Mairt Lusmore
listened attentively, scarcely drawing his breath, lest he might lose
the slightest note. He now plainly perceived that the singing was within
the moat, and, though at first it had charmed him so much, he began
to get tired of hearing the same round sung over and over without any
change. So, availing himself of the pause when the Da Luan, Da Mort,
had been sung three times, he took up the tune and raised it with the
words agus Ceadaine, and then went on singing with the voices inside
of the moat, Da Luan, Da Mort, finishing the melody, when he pause again
came, with Agus Ceadaine. (meaning Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.)
Well, this was something new to the faeries within the moate Knockgrafton,
for the song to which Donall had added a line was a faery melody which
they could only remember the first part of. They were so delighted that
they instantly resolved to bring this mortal into their midst who was
so clever, and had such musical skill. "Lusmore!
Lusmore! When these
words were said, poor Lusmore felt himself so light, and so happy, that
he thought he could have bounded at one jump over the moon. Do you know
the rhyme, "Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow
jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport and the
dish ran away with the spoon"? That's how Lusmore felt, just like
that high-jumping cow. Amazed, he saw his hump tumble down to the ground
from his shoulders. Was he free to bear himself like other men finally?
Slowly, a little afraid (for his head had so long been weighted down
that he was afraid to be too hopeful) he lifted his head a tiny bit
from his knee, and it felt so grand, it felt so light. His head felt
so light in fact that he even more carefully lifted his head the rest
of the way for he was afraid he might knock it against the ceiling of
the grand faery hall. Sitting straight now as any man, Lusmore looked
round and round in absolute wonder. Everywhere he looked there was such
beauty that he was overpowered by the splendor of it all and his head
grew dizzy and his eyesight became dim, as if his eyes could no longer
bear such radiance. Lusmore fell asleep. When he next opened his eyes
it was to the bright sun of broad daylight, and he heard the sweet singing
of birds. Lusmore saw he was lying at the foot of the moate of Knockgrafton.
All around him cows and sheep grazed peacefully. Suddenly Lusmore remembered
the events of the night before. Oh, but had it all only been a dream?
Hesitant, Lusmore reached a hand back to feel for his hump, if it was
still there. No! The hump was gone. Lusmore leapt up. He looked at his
hands, his arms, his chest, his legs, and oh what pride he felt for
he saw he was well-shaped. Not only that, he was wearing a very nice
new suit of clothes which the faeries must have made for him.
One morning
as Lusmore was sitting contented enough at his cabin-door, up came an
old woman to him, and asked if he could direct her to Cappagh? "I
need give you no directions, my good woman", said Lusmore, "
for this is Cappagh; and who do you want here?" Lusmore, who was ever a good-natured little fellow, told the woman all the particulars; how he had raised the tune for the faeries at Knockgrafton, how his hump had been removed from his shoulder, and how he had got a new suit of clothes into the bargain. The woman thanked him very much, and then went away quite happy and easy in her own mind. When she came back to her gossip's house, in the county Waterford, she told her every thing that Lusmore had said, and they put the little hump-backed man, who was a peevish and cunning creature from his birth, upon a carraige, and took him all the way across the country. It was a long journey, but they did not care, so long as the hump was taken from off him; and they brought him, just at nightfall, and left him under the old moat of Knockgrafton. Jack Madden, for that was the humped back man's name, had not been sitting there long when he heard a tune that seemed to be coming from within the moate, and it was much sweeter than before, as the fairies were singing it the way Lusmore had settled it for them, Jack Madden heard, Dia Luain,
Dia Mairt On and on it went, without cease. Jack Madden was in a great hurry to get rid of his hump. Unlike the considerate Lusmore, he never thought of waiting until the faeries were done singing, or watching for an opportunity to "raise the tune higher again" as Lusmore had done. Having heard the faeries sing the tune seven times without stopping, out he bawls, never minding the time, or the humor of the tune, "Agus Darden, agus Haoin" which means, "and Thursday, and Friday." You see, Madden had been not only peevish since birth, he'd also been cunning, and Madden thought that if Lusmore had added one day and gotten his hump removed AND a new suit of clothes, then for him to add TWO days would not only get his hump removed but certainly get him two new suits of clothes in the bargain. No sooner had the words passed Madden's lips than he found himself taken up and whisked into the moat with prodigious force. The faeries crowded round him with great rage, screeching and roaring, "Who spoiled our tune?! Who spoiled our tune?!" And one stepped up to him and said - "Jack
Madden! Jack Madden! And, can you believe it, the faeries brought Lusmore's hump and put it down on Jack Madden's back beside his own hump! Out of their castle they then kicked him, and in the morning when Jack Madden's mother and her gossip came to look after their little man, they found him half dead, lying at the foot of the moat, with the other hump upon his back. Aghast, the two women looked at each other, but they were afraid to say a thing lest a hump be put upon their own shoulders. So, they took Jack Madden home with them, as downcast in their hearts and their looks as ever two gossips were; and, what, because of the weight of his second hump, and the long journey, Jack Madden died very soon after, leaving, they say, his heavy curse to any one who would ever again be mean-spirited or inconsiderate with the faeries or their friends. |
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I'm
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