{"id":15516,"date":"2014-08-27T23:55:12","date_gmt":"2014-08-27T23:55:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=15516"},"modified":"2021-08-12T16:01:52","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T16:01:52","slug":"the-whistlebinkies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=15516","title":{"rendered":"The Whistlebinkies + Robin Williamson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">For almost 40 years <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nigelgatherer.com\/perf\/group2\/wb.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">the <strong>Whistlebinkies<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0have toured the world with their<a style=\"color: #003366;\" href=\"https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/thewhistlebinkies\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-52628\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/The-Whistlebinkies.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"311\" height=\"311\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/The-Whistlebinkies.jpg 600w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/The-Whistlebinkies-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/The-Whistlebinkies-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/The-Whistlebinkies-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 311px) 100vw, 311px\" \/><\/a> own brand of authentic Scottish traditional music.\u00a0The quirky name is derived from the old Scots word for a bench: a \u2018bink\u2019. A whistlebinkie was someone who played the whistle whilst sitting on the bink. Other musicians who joined became known by the same generic appellation, hence the name of the group. Whistlebinkies were travelling minstrels who played and sang for their supper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">The group use\u00a0only acoustic instruments arranged to complement each other.\u00a0Those employed are Scottish lowland and smallpipes, fiddle, flute, concertina, bass, percussion (Scottish style side drumming and bodhran), clarsach (celtic harp). The group do do some vocals, but the main fare is instrumental. Their music comes from all parts of the country: airs from the far west archipelago of St Kilda, Border ballad melodies, Shetland reels and song tunes from the land of Burns, Ayrshire. Always keen to advance the tradition, the group also performs a number of new works set within the musical parameters of what makes it sound \u2018Scottish\u2019 or \u2018Celtic\u2019. In this the group is fortunate in having one of Scotland\u2019s leading composers in its ranks, <strong>Edward McGuire<\/strong>. His suites \u2018<em>Inner Sound\u2019, \u2018MacBeth\u2019<\/em> and <em>\u2018Albannach\u2019<\/em> have taken Scottish traditional music to a new level of musical complexity and interest whilst never losing the vernacular feel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0&#8216;Ane Ground&#8217;\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/IYA-dUTl9tE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>\u2666\u2192&#8217;<a style=\"color: #003366;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=S_Rv91HBvlk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Barlinnie Highlander<\/a>&#8216; \u00a0\u21d3<\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/nlyguMUI3QI\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0 &#8216;<a style=\"color: #003366;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=0_qg-IUFqMw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Rattlin&#8217; Roarin&#8217; Willie<\/a>&#8216; \u00a0 \u21d3 \u00a0\u00a0{<a style=\"color: #003366;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Vsjof5YkPKc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">R Burns<\/a>}<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/viKY8SdemoM\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">O, rattlin, roarin Willie,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">O, he held to the fair,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">An for to sell his fiddle<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">An buy some other ware;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">But parting wi&#8217; his fiddle,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">The saut tear blin&#8217;t his e&#8217;e-<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">And rattlin, roarin Willie,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Ye&#8217;re welcome hame to me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>O Willie, come sell your fiddle,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> O, sell your fiddle sae fine!<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> O Willie, come sell your fiddle,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> And buy a pint o wine!<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> If I should sell my fiddle,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> The warl&#8217; would think I was mad;<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> For monie a rantin day<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong> My fiddle an I hae had.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">As I cam by Crochallan,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">I cannilie keekit ben;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Rattlin, roaring Willie,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Was sittin at yon boord-en&#8217;;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Sitting at yon boord-en&#8217;,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">And amang guid companie;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Rattlin, roarin Willie,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Ye&#8217;re welcome hame to me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>O Willie, come sell your fiddle . . .<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00a0w\/ \u00a0Ted McKenna \u00a0\u2193\u00a0&#8216;Cam Ye O&#8217;er Frae France&#8217; \u00a0[R. Burns]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/YY5SUl8_TbU\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Cam ye o&#8217;er frae France? Cam ye down by\u00a0<strong>Lunnon<\/strong>?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his\u00a0<strong>bonny woman<\/strong>?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Were ye at the place ca&#8217;d the\u00a0<strong>Kittle Housie<\/strong>?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Saw ye Geordie&#8217;s grace riding on a\u00a0<strong>goosie<\/strong>?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Geordie, he&#8217;s a man there is little doubt o&#8217;t;<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">He&#8217;s done a&#8217; he can, wha can do without it?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Down there came a\u00a0<strong>blade<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>linkin&#8217;<\/strong>\u00a0like my lordie;<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">He wad drive a trade at the loom o&#8217; Geordie.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Though the\u00a0<strong>claith<\/strong>\u00a0were bad, blythly may we\u00a0<strong>niffer;<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>Gin<\/strong>\u00a0we get a\u00a0<strong>wab<\/strong>, it makes little differ.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">We hae\u00a0<strong>tint<\/strong>\u00a0our plaid, bannet, belt and swordie,<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>Ha&#8217;s and mailins<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>braid<\/strong>\u2014but we hae a Geordie!<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Jocky&#8217;s\u00a0<strong>gane<\/strong>\u00a0to France and Montgomery&#8217;s lady;<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">There they&#8217;ll learn to dance: Madam, are ye ready?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">They&#8217;ll be back\u00a0<strong>belyve<\/strong>\u00a0belted, brisk and lordly;<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>Brawly<\/strong> may they thrive to dance a jig wi&#8217; Geordie!<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Hey for Sandy Don! Hey for Cockolorum!<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum!<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Mony a sword and lance swings at Highland\u00a0<strong>hurdie<\/strong>;<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003366;\">How they&#8217;ll skip and dance o&#8217;er the bum o&#8217; Geordie!<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0Glossary \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>belyve<\/strong>\u00a0= quickly; \u00a0 \u00a0<strong>blade<\/strong>\u00a0= a person of weak, soft constitution from rapid overgrowth;<\/p>\n<p><strong>bonny woman<\/strong>\u00a0= a loose woman; \u00a0\u00a0<strong>braid<\/strong>\u00a0= broad; \u00a0\u00a0<strong>brawly<\/strong>\u00a0= well; \u00a0\u00a0<strong>claith<\/strong>\u00a0= cloth;<\/p>\n<p><strong>gane<\/strong>\u00a0= gone; \u00a0\u00a0<strong>gin<\/strong>\u00a0= if, whether; \u00a0\u00a0<strong>goosie<\/strong>\u00a0= derisive nickname for the King&#8217;s mistress;<\/p>\n<p><strong>ha&#8217;s and mailins<\/strong>\u00a0= houses &amp; farmlands;\u00a0<strong>\u00a0hurdie<\/strong>\u00a0= buttock; \u00a0<strong>kittle housie<\/strong>\u00a0= brothel;<\/p>\n<p><strong><strong><strong>linkin<\/strong>\u00a0= <\/strong><\/strong>tripping along;<strong><strong> \u00a0Lunnon<\/strong>\u00a0=\u00a0<\/strong>London;<strong>\u00a0 niffer<\/strong>\u00a0= haggle or exchange;<\/p>\n<p><strong>tint<\/strong>\u00a0= lost; \u00a0 \u00a0<strong>wab<\/strong>\u00a0= web (or length) of cloth<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=OQ0y7WNGyGE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Donald MacLennan&#8217;s Tuning Phrase\u00a0<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u2207\u00a0 &#8216;There&#8217;ll Never Be Peace Until Jamie Comes Hame&#8217;\u00a0 \u00a0\u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[R. Burns]<\/h6>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=z7PbgA2UCWk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-52583\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/theWhistlebinkieS.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"284\" height=\"284\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/theWhistlebinkieS.jpg 600w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/theWhistlebinkieS-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/theWhistlebinkieS-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/theWhistlebinkieS-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 284px) 100vw, 284px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<address><strong>By yon castle wa at the break o\u2019 the day,\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> I heard a man sing, though his beard it was grey;\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> And as he was singing, the tears doon came,\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> Ah there\u2019ll never be peace until Jamie comes hame.\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>Now the kirk is in ruin, the state is in jars,\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> There\u2019s murder, oppression and great bluidy war;\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> We darena well say it, though we ken wha\u2019s tae blame,\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> Oh there\u2019ll never be peace until Jamie comes hame.\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>Now my seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>And it\u2019s now that I greet round their graves in the yard;\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>It broke the sweet heart o\u2019 my gentle old dame\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>Oh there\u2019ll never be peace until Jamie comes hame.\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>Now this life is a burden, that pulls me doon,\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> Since I tint ma bairnies, and he tint his croon\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> But until my last moment, my song\u2019s aye the same\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong> Oh there\u2019ll never be peace until Jamie comes hame.<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address>___<\/address>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/6vPBv2kAEgU\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca \u00a0Extract from concert of Scottish music at the Lorient Festival\u00a0\u2191\u00a0Brittany 2007. The Whistlebinkies are joined by<strong>\u00a0Kintyre Schools Pipe Band<\/strong>\u00a0in\u00a0<em>The Kelty Pipers<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>The Flowers of Lorient<\/em>, by Eddie McGuire.<\/p>\n<div id=\"watch-description-text\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h6 id=\"eow-description\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2663 \u00a0 3 jigs \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[Mid 1980s]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>\u00a0<strong>\u00abThe Islay Jig\u00bb + \u00abDuncan MacKinnon\u00bb + \u00abGranny McLeod\u00bb<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zVhz6hTTIbY\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6>\u2663 \u00a0\u00abBroderick&#8217;s Bodhran\u00bb \u00a0\u2193<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/n25mceuiWgA\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=3QgZhnEz50U\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-16003 aligncenter\" title=\"W_binkies\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/W_binkies.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"330\" height=\"172\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/W_binkies.gif 255w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/W_binkies-150x78.gif 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 330px) 100vw, 330px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qv9I1qiMLD0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7<\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #3366ff;\">\u00a4 \u00a0Robin Williamson<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-hvL6CvxOug\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-15307\" title=\"R_Wil\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/R_Wil.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/R_Wil.jpg 200w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/R_Wil-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Founder in the 60&#8217;s of the influential <strong>Incredible String Band<\/strong> and the <strong>Merry Band<\/strong> of the 70&#8217;s, has been a key figure at the forefront of the storytelling revival in Europe and America since the 80&#8217;s. He has authored a number of books including <a href=\"http:\/\/obsidianmagazine.com\/Pages\/celticauldron.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>The Craneskin Bag<\/strong><\/span><\/a> (re-telling and re-versifications of Celtic lore) and <a href=\"'Druidism is not a sect or a single religion but a philosophy arising at a relatively late period, and suppressed in its prime by Roman imperialism, out of the diverse Celtic and pre-Celtic religions. This philosophy, which embraced all aspects of universal awareness, physical and metaphysical, was developed and presented by specifically trained orders, within a caste of what we might today call priests and priestesses. Such definitions are used with caution and reserve, as Druids merged several functions that are nowadays quite separate'\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>Celtic Bards, Celtic Druids<\/strong> <\/span><\/a>(co-authored with R.J. Stewart):<\/span><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abDruidism is not a sect or a single religion but a philosophy arising at a relatively late period, and suppressed in its prime by Roman imperialism, out of the diverse Celtic and pre-Celtic religions. This philosophy, which embraced all aspects of universal awareness, physical and metaphysical, was developed and presented by specifically trained orders, within a caste of what we might today call priests and priestesses. Such definitions are used with caution and reserve, as Druids merged several functions that are nowadays quite separate.\u00bb<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Robin is Honorary Chief Bard of The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6>\u2665 \u00a0<b>The Wooing of Isolde \u00a0<\/b>\u2193 \u00a0(2012)<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SLgrJQVoLfo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">If you were to stroll down the streets of the beautiful city of Dublin. This is where the preacher and the pigeons happen to see to each other on Stephen&#8217;s Green, or watching the fat fish mulleting about in the grimy and slimy shallows of the river Liffey. You wouldn&#8217;t be wasting your time, to my way of thinking, but if you began reading the destinations on the buses you&#8217;d at last see one for <strong>Chapelizod<\/strong>. And, there&#8217;s \u00a0not many know, there is a story in that because not many know that name\u2019s after <strong>Isolde<\/strong>; Chapelizod is named after Isolde, Isolde of the White Throat, who so long ago was the daughter to the King of Dublin, and whether this daughter of the King of Dublin [ . . . ?] or one of these viking kings of the days, and she was to be married to March Meirchion, the King of Cornwall. And Arthur, King Arthur, the High King of all the Britons, whose name is better than meat to anyone who would recite his verses, Arthur had sent his own kinsman, he\u2019d sent his own cousin, <strong>Tristan<\/strong>, over the seas to Dublin to fetch this beautiful woman to her wedding.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-39309\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIsolde.jpg\" alt=\"T&amp;Isolde\" width=\"170\" height=\"134\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIsolde.jpg 170w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIsolde-150x118.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 170px) 100vw, 170px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now it was a quite hot and sultry day. The ship pulled out from Dublin\u00a0harbour. The sea was like a millpond. The sails hung limp and the rowers had the oars out and are pulling and . . . cursing the weather, profusely and quietly. Tristan and Isolde sat in the bow of the boat, where they get any breath of air that may be drifting past, and they played chess together; or was it draughts? At all events, Isolde won every game, so Tristan, at a loss, rather than particularly say to this beautiful woman, he thought he would play the harp to her!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Finally he couldn\u2019t think of any other way to entertain her so he sent a servant boy down below to get something to drink. But it was not the bottle fine-peppermint flavoured old Australian fighting burgundy with which he returned, oh no-no-no-no. It was something far far better tan that; it was a small bottle of love poison that was made by his own father, Chief Druid, to be drunk between her and March Meirchion the day after the wedding. Well, they had a couple half gills of that\u2026 They stared at each other, horror-stricken, passionately in love for ever, and Tristan, being a man of obsessive honour, insisted on delivering the beautiful woman to the gates of March Meirchion\u2019s castle as he\u2019d sworn to do, and they stocked off to a [\u2026?] grief and nighty deeds, and daily deeds as well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">While Isolde lay staring anorexically at the wall \u2026 Till finally this life of servants&#8217; misspelled messages and midnight assignations proved unbearable in the days before that tech \u2026 and they eloped together, they ran away to a forest, a forest in Caledon that cloaked old Scotland, from Carlisle in the west \u2026 all east in Newcastle and the east, the wildest and deepest woods in all the lands of Arthur.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now messengers came to Arthur from the enraged King March Meirchion,<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-52620 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/T_I.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"155\" height=\"248\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/T_I.jpg 236w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/T_I-187x300.jpg 187w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/T_I-93x150.jpg 93w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 155px) 100vw, 155px\" \/> demanding some justice. And Arthur thought long and carefully with his wisest advisers. For Tristan, like many a warrior of these days, was also a harper, as we have seen, but like many a harper of these days he was also just a wee bit of a <em>wizard<\/em> and he had these <em>powers<\/em>. For a few, who could a wound on anyone, even the tiniest scratch, that man would die, but any man who would wound him, huh! Even the tiniest scratch, that man would die. So he was not the kind of person who could be brought out of Caledon forest easily. So Arthur hit on a wonderful plan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He gathered together a specially highly trained guerrilla squad, of poets and harpers. For these, Tristan would never harm, for it was open to have his book reviewed by one of them. And they presented Arthur\u2019s case in such a beautiful way that Tristan and Isolde came out of the forest and they agreed to abide by the judgement of the great King.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now, here is what the Great King Arthur decreed. Now, you say this after me\u2026 The judgement of the great King \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>Isolde must spend one part of the year with one man, when the trees are in leaf, and one part of the year with the other, when the trees are bare.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">And Isolde laughed and she clapped her hands and she said:<\/span><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">&#8216;Blessed be the tongue that gave that judgement<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Blessed be the lips that utters it<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">and blessed be the pen that recorded it<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>Three trees there are, loyal and true<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> the holly, the ivy, and the yew<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> that keep their leaves all year through&#8217;<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">And so Tristan was married to Isolde, and so the real story ends, before Wagner got his hands on it. Some say that Chapelizod is where she was buried years later in Dublin as a little wooden church, it was built over by a little Medieval perpendicular gothic church, that was built over by a Victorian gothic monstrosity that was\u2026 At all events, it&#8217;s under a building site now. And last year I was down in Cornwall doing a literature festival in a little town called Fowey, and passing along the side of the road there, there was a tall stone beside the road, a big standing stone, and they found it in a field lying down five or six years ago, and when they lifted it up they found on the other side of that stone, the one word in the old writing: \u201c<strong>TRISTAN<\/strong>\u201d, so maybe that\u2019s where Tristan is buried, but if it is, whatever became of his wonderful music no one knows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Solo<\/strong> concert by multi-talented\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.pigswhiskermusic.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong>Robin Williamson<\/strong><\/a>. More than a concert: a great performance \u00a0\u2193\u00a0[8 parts]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=SLgrJQVoLfo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Tristan and Iseult\u00a0<\/a> \u21d0 \u00a0 [1990]<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zSmZ1Mlz5k8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; color: #333399;\">If you were to walk along the streets of Dublin&#8217;s fair city, smiling at nothing in particular or watching the big fat fish mulleting about the grimy and slimy shallows of the river Liffy (a fish that only the Germans would eat, you know), or listening to what the pigeons and the preacher have to say to each other on Stephen&#8217;s Green, you wouldn&#8217;t be wasting your time, to my way of thinking. But if you began reading the destinations on the buses you&#8217;d at last see one for Chapelizod. And there is a story in that. Not many people remember now that Chapelizod is named after Isolde, the beautiful Isolde, of the White Throat, who so long ago was the daughter of the King of Dublin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">She was to be married to March Meirchion, the High King of Cornwall. And<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-39310 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIs.jpg\" alt=\"T&amp;Is\" width=\"140\" height=\"172\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIs.jpg 140w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/TIs-122x150.jpg 122w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 140px) 100vw, 140px\" \/> Arthur, the High King of all the Britons, the famous King Arthur, remember what you&#8217;ve heard of to this day, whose name is better than meat to anyone who would recite his verses, Arthur had sent his own kinsman, he\u2019d sent his own cousin, Tristan, across the sea to to Ireland to fetch this lady to her wedding.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Now it was a sultry day when they pulled away from Dublin harbour, and the sea like a millpond. The sails hung limp and the rowers had the oars outward, pulling them and . . . cursing the weather profusely and quietly. Tristan and Isolde sat in the bow of the boat to catch any breath of air that may be drifting past; they played chess together; or was it draughts or checkers? At all events, Isolde won every game, so Tristan played the harp for her . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Till finally at a loss without anything particularly to say, they sent a servant down below for something to drink. But it was not the half bottle of [\u2026?] style California chably with which he returned \u2026\u00a0America\u2026 America\u2019s wines\u2026 You know they\u2019ve got a wine in America called <em>\u201cMy Wild Irish Rosee\u201d<\/em>? The only nation in the world to go from barbarism to decadence with no intervening culture. Nor yet was a fine-peppermint flavoured Australian fighting burgundy. But it was the flask of love potion that was made by his own father, Chief Druid, to be drunk between her and March Meirchion the night of the wedding. Well, Tristan and Isolde had a couple half gills of that\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">When the full horror of this dawned on them, they stared at each other and asked, how could their love ever be in the world at all? Tristan, being a man of obsessive honour, insisted on delivering Isolde to March Meirchion castle gates as agreed, and they stocked off to a [\u2026?] grief and nighty deeds, and daily deeds as well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">While Isolde lay staring anorexically at the wall \u2026 Till finally this life of servants&#8217; misspelled messages and midnight assignations proved unbearable in the days before the answering machine \u2026 And the lovers eloped together to Caledon forest, that cloaked old Scotland from Newcastle in the east to Galloway in the west, the wildest and deepest woods in all the lands of Arthur.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Now messengers came to Arthur from the enraged King March, demanding<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-52622\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"204\" height=\"275\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI.jpg 1420w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-222x300.jpg 222w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-757x1024.jpg 757w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-768x1038.jpg 768w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-1136x1536.jpg 1136w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-111x150.jpg 111w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/TI-400x541.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 204px) 100vw, 204px\" \/> some sort of justice. And Arthur and his beautiful fortress consulted with his wisest advisers. For Tristan, like many a warrior of those days, was also a harper, as we have seen; like many a harper of these days he was also just a wee bit of a wizard and he had these powers. That if you would put a wound on anyone\u2026 that person would die, but if anyone who would wound him, huh! that person would die. So he was not the kind of man who could be brought out of Caledon forest easily. So Arthur hit on a wonderful plan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">He gathered together a specially highly trained guerrilla squad, of poets and harpers. For these, Tristan would never harm, for it was open to have his book reviewed by one of them. And they went up to Caledon and they presented Arthur\u2019s case in a series of linked verses in an old verse form called the \u201cE\u201d in a language full of repeated consonant rhymes [. . . ?] There wasn\u2019t a living soul who could understand a syllable of it. But they convinced Tristan, they convinced Isolde in such a beautiful way that Tristan and Isolde agreed to come out of Caledon and abide by whatever Arthur would give as his judgement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">This is his judgement:\u00a0That Isolde should spend one part of year with one man when the trees were in leaf, and the other part of the year with the other when the trees were bare. And that March Meirchion was to have the first choice, as the injured party.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">March Meirchion thought carefully about this. He thought to himself: In Winter the nights are longer, and the days seem longer, and he said: <i>\u201cI choose to dwell with the beautiful Isolde when the trees are bare.\u201d<br \/><\/i>Then Isolde laughed and clapped her hands, and she said:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">&#8216;Blessed be the tongue that gave that judgement<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Blessed be the lips that uttered it<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333399;\">and blessed the pen that recorded it<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong>Three trees there are, loyal and true<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong> the holly, the ivy, and the yew<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong> that keep their leaves all year through&#8217;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">So Tristan was wed to Isolde, and so the real story ends before Wagner got his hands on it. Some say Chapelizod is where she was buried years later in Dublin, a little ruined chapel, a little early medieval site over that, a Victorian site on top of that. At all events, it&#8217;s under a building site now. All the remains of March Meirchion&#8217;s, great and mighty castle, are parts of a farm that stands in Cornwall to this day. But wherever Tristan&#8217;s grave might be, or what may have become of his wonderful music, no one knows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vkDp9hZ9YDs\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2022\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=q5ojzQk2G_M\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Verses At Ellesmere<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0 \u21d0\u00a0 [for his wife]<\/p>\n<address>Because you wear the face of all women for me\u00a0<\/address><address>I yearn for you with the yearning of all men\u00a0<\/address><address>Along the faceless streets of shadowed England\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>Owning the broad daylight of my pain &#8230;<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address>Who can deal an order on God\u2019s ardour?<\/address><address>Who can out-shuffle every shift of the cards?\u00a0<\/address><address>Among the tangled roads of nettled England\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>How sweetly blooms the rose among old graveyards &#8230;<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address>If love can clasp or fathom to some ultimate stand <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-52617 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/tailor.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"217\" height=\"157\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/tailor.jpg 500w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/tailor-300x217.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/tailor-150x108.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/tailor-400x289.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 217px) 100vw, 217px\" \/><\/address><address>Neither pity nor desire can tell<\/address><address>Among the lonesome crowds of familiar England<\/address><address><strong>Knowing every kiss is a kiss of farewell &#8230;<\/strong><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address>Wooden-loined, I praise the evergreenness of things<\/address><address>The patternlessness and the perfect lack of symmetry\u00a0<\/address><address>Among the sad, sad markets of heartless England<\/address><address><strong>Till my heart shall cease to seek to make bargains for me &#8230;<\/strong><\/address>\n<p><strong>\u2248\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022\u00a0 \u00a0Ancient Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0 The Wonderful Tailor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">In the town of [_?_] where I used to live for years and years\u2026 Years ago there was a wonderful tailor, the perfect tailor, and all the country say, but he had a fault. And a bad fault too. He used to dress like a beggar man!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">One day, the [_?_] called him in, he said, <em>\u201cTailor. Tailor, will give you a roll of the finest tweed so you make yourself a decent suit for the love of God.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Tailor said, <em>\u201cRight, I\u2019ll make it.\u201d<\/em> He took a lot of tweed, rolled it out onto the sowing board, and he snipped and he snipped and he snipped and made himself the most beautiful suit you ever saw. When he wore that suit, walking down the street, people said, <em>\u201cOh, what a lovely suit!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">He wore it till it was in a rags. He thought, <em>\u201cI\u2019ll make something wonderful out of it.\u201d<\/em> He laid it onto the sowing board and he snipped and he snipped and snipped and made himself the most beautiful waistcoat that you ever saw. When he wore that waistcoat, walking down the street, people said<em>, \u201cOh, just lovely, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Wore it till it was rags and tatters. He thought, <em>\u201cI\u2019ll make something wonderful out of it.\u201d<\/em> Laid i ton the sowing board and he snipped and he snipped and he snipped and he made the most beautiful hat you ever saw. When he wore it, walking down, the people said, <em>\u201cMy, my, my! That really defines the [_?_] hat for me.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">He wore this hat and you wouldn\u2019t want to plant flowers on it. He thought, <em>\u201cOh, well, I\u2019ll make something wonderful.\u201d<\/em> Laid i ton the sowing board and snipped and he snipped and he snipped, and he made himself the most beautiful button that you ever saw. He tied i ton what was left of his shirt. When he wore that button, walking down the street, people said, <em>\u201cUH, god, you know, it\u2019s\u2026 like\u2026 cosmic!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Wore this button till you couldn\u2019t even see it at all. He thought, <em>\u201cI\u2019ll make something wonderful out of it.\u201d<\/em> And around to that button he made a story\u2026<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong><strong>\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0<a style=\"color: #993300;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=T6Lo_Ium0LU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;<\/a>The Flying Cloud&#8217; \u00a0+<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>\u00a0 &#8216;The Deserter&#8217; &#8230;\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[1990]<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong><strong><br \/><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/T6Lo_Ium0LU\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">My name is William Hollander, have you all to know<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I\u2019m from the County of Waterford, in Erin&#8217;s lovely land,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">When I was young and in my prime, \u00a0fortune on me smiled,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">My parents reared me tenderly, I being their only child.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">My father raised me to a trade in Waterford&#8217;s fair town,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And he bound me to a cooper whose name was Sir William Brown.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And I served my master faithfully for eighteen months or more<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Till I shipped aboard\u00a0<i>The Ocean Queen<\/i>\u00a0belonging to Tramore.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-39313\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/FlyingC.jpg\" alt=\"FlyingC\" width=\"198\" height=\"149\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/FlyingC.jpg 198w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/FlyingC-150x112.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" \/>And when we reached Bermuda&#8217;s isle where I met with Captain Moore,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The shipper of the\u00a0<strong><i>Flying Cloud<\/i><\/strong>\u00a0from out of Baltimore,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And kindly he invited me on a slaving voyage to go,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To the burning shores of Africa, where the sugar wishes grow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Well after some weeks of sailing we reached that Africa&#8217;s shore,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Five hundred of those slaves there from the native land we tore.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And we hurled them on a plank and stowed them down below,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Scarce eighteen inches to a man was all that they had to go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">But the plague and the fever came on board, swapped half of them away.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And we dragged their bodies on the deck and way dumped them in the sea,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Better\u00a0 for the rest of them to have perished there below<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Than\u00a0 beneath the planters [. . . ?] all along the Cuban shore.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">For we sacked and plundered many a ship down all along the Spanish Main,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Caused many a widow and orphan in sorrow to remain.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">We fought till William Moore was killed with eighty of his men,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">[ . . . ?] , we had to surrender then.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">It was next to Newgate we were brought, bound down in iron chains,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">For the sinking and the plundering of ships on the Spanish Main.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The judge he found me guilty, I was condemned to die.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Oh young men, a warning \u00a0take, and lead not such a life as I.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Oh fare you well, old Waterford and the girl I do adore,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">No more I&#8217;ll kiss her lips \u00a0again and squeeze her waist once more,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And the whiskey and bad company has made a wretch of me,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Oh young men, a warning take and shun all piracy.<\/span><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a style=\"color: #800000;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=l52M14CxSMg#t=584\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Devil&#8217;s Grandmother<\/a>\u2190<\/strong><\/span><\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong><strong>\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0<a style=\"color: #003300;\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikisource.org\/wiki\/Celtic_Fairy_Tales\/The_Lad_with_the_Goat-skin\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Lad With The Goatskin<\/a>\u00a0 . \u00a0. \u00a0. \u21d0<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SPDXgEgnxpA\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">This poor woman once, you know, she had no clothes to put on her son. She was so poor. So kept him in a pit of ashes, next to the fire. That kept him warm. One night, she was shuffling home, cursing her bunions, when she saw the corpse of an old goat that had been knocked down by a truck. Said to herself, &#8216;<em>That good skin would make great clothes for wee Jimmie.&#8217;\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00ab. . . Jimmie, get out of the ashes a minute &#8211; there&#8217;s a good skin here, I&#8217;ll wrap it on you!\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Why, stood up for the first time, and he was huge, sixteen years old, and the mineral nourishment from the ashes: the magnesium, the selenium and the zinc&#8230; She looked up and&#8230;<em> \u00abGee, look at the size of you! What are you doing? Sitting down day and day, never lifted a finger to help me. What&#8217;s keeping him from going out to the woods to get sticks?\u00bb\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">So off he went to gather sticks for the fire, but he hardly had got more than a pile gathered when there come galumphing a [. . . ?] of a giant with a fifteen-foot <strong>shillelagh<\/strong> over his shoulder and at the end of that a big iron spike and on the end of the iron spike a yellow flea; that&#8217;s what gave it its power. As he came forward, the giant&#8217;s\u00a0[. . . ?]\u00a0<em>\u00ab. \u00a0. \u00a0.\u00bb<\/em> and other things the giant said that are not polite to repeat. The lad with the goat skin know it&#8217;s been a lifetime dodging thing his mum chucked at the fire and missed. So when the giant\u00a0[. . . ?] he docked, the giant&#8217;s sword come round, rock on the back of his own head, knocked him down\u00a0[. . . ?] \u00a0the lad with the goat skin, stamping the foot on the giant&#8217;s neck, <em>\u00abWhat will you give me if I spare your life?\u00bb<\/em> The giant said, <em>\u00abOh please don&#8217;t kill me and I&#8217;ll give you my magical shillelagh: thwack with it whether you have a clear conscience or not.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">So he let the giant go; took the sticks and the shillelagh home over his shoulders. The mother was pleased to get the sticks, but the following day, it was&#8230; <em>\u00abLook at you sitting there like Lord Muck. Out to the woods and get some sticks!\u00bb <\/em>Off he had to go again. Now there came an even bigger giant; two heads on him: one with a leering squint, one with a squinting leer. Lad with the goat skin\u00a0[. . . ?] stamping the foot on the nearest neck, <em>\u00abWhat will you give<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-39354\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Penny_w.jpg\" alt=\"Penny_w\" width=\"208\" height=\"124\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Penny_w.jpg 208w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Penny_w-150x89.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 208px) 100vw, 208px\" \/> me if I spare your life?\u00bb<\/em> And the giant said, <em>\u00abOh please don&#8217;t kill me &#8230; please don&#8217;t kill me and I&#8217;ll give you my magical flageolet.\u00bb \u00abFlageolet,\u00a0<strong>fead\u00f3g st\u00e1in<\/strong>, it&#8217;s the old word, the new word, what do you call a penny whistle.\u00bb \u00abPenny whistle, uh, doesn&#8217;t cost a penny now though.\u00bb \u00abOh well, nothing costs what it did.\u00bb \u00abThat&#8217;s the truth &#8230; that&#8217;s the truth.\u00bb \u00abBut it&#8217;s not ordinary penny whistle, oh no-no &#8211; its blowing anyone can play it, you don&#8217;t need Robin Williamson, penny whistle box &#8211; oh no-no-no This one plays a magic whistle &#8230; It&#8217;s a magic whistle &#8230; plays jigs, reels, polka,\u00a0[. . . ?] oh it&#8217;s a fantastic whistle; when people hear it, that&#8217;s the best\u00a0[. . . ?] for a dance. When people hear it, they dance &#8230; they dance &#8230; until you stop playing\u00a0[. . . ?] Oh please let me go and don&#8217;t spare &#8230; oh-oh spare my life and don&#8217;t hurt me. Let me go. I&#8217;ll give you the whistle so I will.\u00bb \u00abSo I will.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">So he let the giant go and he picked up the magic whistle, the fead\u00f3g st\u00e1in . . .\u00a0and the sticks danced home with the\u00a0shillelagh. Well, the mother was pleased to get the sticks, but the following day, off he had to go to the woods again and out there come down the biggest giant yet seen; three heads on him, all shaved down the side and big tufts of hair stuck, and a torn up T-shirt saying,<em><em> &#8216;Jesus Saves&#8217;&#8230; <\/em><\/em>and a big tattoo in the belly bouncing <em>\u00abHand Me [&#8230;?]&#8217;<\/em> Lad with the goat skin get\u00a0[&#8230;?] make mincemeat out of him, and with the victorious gesture of which he&#8217;s becoming overtly fond, <em>\u00abWhat will you give me if I spare your life?\u00bb<\/em> And the giant said, \u00ab<em>Oh please don&#8217;t kill me.\u00bb<\/em> This one spoke in unison. <em>\u00abPlease don\u00b4t kill me.\u00bb<\/em> Don&#8217;t you know it&#8217;s these giants that&#8217;ve got very high voices. Did you not wonder why? I was\u00a0[&#8230;?] they were taken to give them their awesome definition in a rude\u00a0[&#8230;?] <em>\u00abOh please don&#8217;t kill me and I&#8217;ll give you my magical jar of <strong>saileach<\/strong>\u00a0&#8211; oh this is a wonderful healing ointment; it&#8217;ll cure all wounds\u00a0[&#8230;?] financial and military &#8230;\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Ah, I let the giant go and took the magic jar of ointment &#8230; Night, I thought I&#8217;d take the night off, you know, to go walking around town, the goat skin tied round his middle, the\u00a0shillelagh over his shoulder, all smeared up with the ashes and the dreads, you know, took a tour round the town. Any laughter he heard, he just put it down to jealousy. But there was a wee bird singing in the bush, and the song the wee bird sang was:\u00a0<strong><em>\u00abThe king will give his daughter&#8217;s hand in marriage to whoever could make her her &#8230; whoever could make her laugh three times&#8230;\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Oh I liked the, er&#8230; princesses&#8217; hand so I wouldn&#8217;t mind the rest of her as well. Oh I wish I could marry a princess and have the time of my life. I&#8217;ll never\u00a0[&#8230;?] another day, I&#8217;ll just live up my wife. I&#8217;d wine with\u00a0[&#8230;?] \u00a0I&#8217;ll dine at home. I&#8217;ll come at her every cry &#8230; I wish I could marry a princess&#8230; BUT &#8230; [&#8230;?]\u00a0hell of a short supply&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">So he set off for the palace. When the guards saw this big\u00a0[&#8230;?] all covered in ashes, with a 15-foot\u00a0shillelagh over his shoulder, at once they give him an inch-and-a-half of\u00a0[&#8230;?] \u00a0into his leg by way of greeting. The lad with the goat skin took out the shillelagh and knocked one of the guards up into the air to the left &#8211;<em> Ahhg&#8230;!<\/em> When they&#8217;re moving to the right &#8211; <em>Ooohh&#8230;!<\/em> And the king&#8217;s only daughter, three floors up parted her\u00a0[&#8230;?] curtains and she saw her father&#8217;s guards fluttering down again like broken umbrellas, and she laughed . . . unpleasant child&#8230;\u00a0<em>\u00abThat&#8217;s <strong>once<\/strong>,\u00bb<\/em> said the lad with the goat skin, They had to make him welcome then. They gave him food and a present of money, and with the money he got himself a lovely tartan shirt and a pair of corduroys from the gap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now there was another suitor in the palace at this time, somebody else after the princess is handing, he was called the Earl of the Fishy Bridge, and he has no reason whatever to like the lad with the goat skin, so the following day, when the king was at his breakfast, the Earl of the Fishy Bridge came in and he said, <em>\u00abYour Majesty &#8230; you see&#8230;\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Piy-a92wR4Y\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>\u2191\u00a0\u00a0. . .\u00a0 The Lad With The Goatskin\u00a0 <\/strong>(cont.)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><em>\u00ab&#8230;Lad with the goat skin&#8230; Hey, why not send him up in the hills to get your yearling heifer\u00bb.<\/em> And the king said, <em>\u00abI&#8230;. a good idea. Glad I thought of it\u00a0[. . . ?]\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><em>\u00abGo, Skin chappie&#8230; Nip off up into the hills and brings us down that large wolf, and if you could bring down that really large wolf, the one who&#8217;s eating all our sheep, then we shall see &#8230; we shall see &#8230; Absolutely clear.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><a style=\"color: #333300;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.sacred-texts.com\/neu\/celt\/cft\/cft29.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-39324\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Lad_with_the_Goat-Skin.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"239\" height=\"212\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Out in the mountains, out loll out the wolf, for a year and a half, tongue not wag his tail, the Lad with the goat skin pulled out the\u00a0fead\u00f3g st\u00e1in and the wolf got on his legs; they danced all the way down to the town, the people heard the music [&#8230;?] and the king himself &#8230; [&#8230;?]\u00a0The king was furious. His daughter was creasing herself laughing: <em>\u00abOh, nothing so funny, daddy.\u00bb <\/em>They danced [&#8230;?] and the wolf followed ways down to the cage and they put it on a ship for America; that&#8217;s why there&#8217;s wolves here this day, you know, an ecological story.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Well, the king stood up all that night, burning the midnight oil, trying to come to some ultimate solution to the Good Skin question. Finally, answer come to him, <em>&#8216;Good ski jumping.&#8217;\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00abI want you to go down the hell&#8230; Absolutely. Bring back the <strong>Flail<\/strong> of Heath.\u00bb<\/em> (remember that? remember that?) Sure to be useful for something is state [&#8230;?] \u00ab<em>If you can bing back the Flail of Health, why&#8230; then we shall see &#8230; what &#8230; Absolutely.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Well, off went the Lad with the Goat skin to hell, you see; very easy to find, just outside Pittsburgh, a big moving staircase going down and down and down and down into the very bowels of the earth. Straight ahead of him, the Lad with the goat skin could see the gates of Hell, a hundred and fifty miles high, made great boiling cascades of lava, molten hot white orange creams and green purple and maroon, with wee imps jumping in and out, and they&#8217;re shouting thing like<em> \u00abWhy [&#8230;?]\u00bb<\/em> and stuff like that.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">TheLad with the goat skin rubbed his hands with the saileach, and it would cure all wounds and immune him from any harm. Opened the gates of Hell and he strode inside. He worked to the devil&#8217;s kitchen and into the devil&#8217;s [&#8230;?]\u00a0He explained he&#8217;d come to get the Flail; the devil said, \u00ab<em>But I do not wish to give you this magical weapon.\u00bb<\/em> Well, the Lad with the goat skin picked up the\u00a0shillelagh, his big arm mashed and the devil [&#8230;?] furniture&#8230;, knocking down the pictures of the devil&#8217;s favourite politicians &#8230; who shall remain nameless&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">You know how you can tell when a politician is lying? Their lips move.\u00a0He was making a hell out of hell. So finally the devil pulled himself up to his full five feet in his cloven trod protected boots, and he said, <em>\u00ab[&#8230;?] go away and never come here again. You &#8230; animal!\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Back near the castle, the Lad with the goat skin put the Flail down to the [&#8230;?] shoes. And the Earl of the Fishy Bridge kind of bind him and grabbed it. They kill the Earl but his Flail was still white hot from the fires of hell that had stuck to the flesh, flesh to the bone, bone to the marrow&#8230; and there were wee bones &#8230; were coming out of the back of [&#8230;?] as if his hands were like a broken umbrella persisting in itself, <em>\u00abOuch [&#8230;?]\u00bb<\/em> Only when it could be rubbed with the saileach,\u00a0it would cure all wounds&#8230; Could he be healed of such wounds he had from the fires of hell? Well, they could see then the Lad with the goat skin was set on marrying the princess; she laughed all the way to the church. They gave him a wedding in nine days and nine nights. I was there myself, playing the harp for them, and the present I was given was butter on red hot coal, and soup in a basket&#8230; But how the Lad with the goat skin go on i n his marriage &#8230; that&#8217;s another story.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0The Lark In The Morning<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u2022<strong>\u00a0 \u00a0Wearie Well<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>As I came down by the weary well going there to fill my can<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>My fortune there I do declare &#8211;\u00a0She took me by the hand<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>The lark gives tongue when summer comes though time cracks every song<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>As if newborn and as forlorn &#8216;Twas me that loved her long &#8211; &#8216;<strong>Twas me that loved her long<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>The willow tree, the willow tree that Christ cleft for his flocks<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>I saw the candles burn in the church\u00a0and the door of the many locks<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>The ocean roared against the shore in the dark before the day<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>I pulled my coat up round my throat and I turned my face away &#8211; I turned my face away<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>I wish that I were in her bed where I have been before<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Her arms entwined around my neck\u00a0and her sweet breasts rising so<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>And I wish her door was bolted fast with two locks and a chain<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>and she and I inside to lie safe from the wind and rain &#8211; Safe from the wind and rain<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Sun and fire and candlelight to all this world belong<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>But the moon pale and the midnight &#8211;\u00a0Let these delight the strong<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Where wild geese fly across the sky &#8211;\u00a0Her voice is like the air<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>and the midnight dark is in her eyes\u00a0and the night is on her hair<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>&#8230; &#8216;The May Morning Dew&#8217; &#8230;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/A7Xd4GxWRIQ\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0May Morning Dew \u00a0\u2191<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>Winter is coming, how soon it draws near,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong> leaves fall before us, for the yellow [&#8230;?]<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>friends of my childhood, friends I once knew<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address>\n<div><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>like the red rose I&#8217;ll vanish through the May morning dew.<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>The house I was raised in is but a stone on a stone,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong> all round the garden nettles have grown,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong> friends of my childhood, friends I once knew,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong> like the red rose I&#8217;ll vanish through the May morning dew.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>Now God bless with the old ones who are now dead and gone,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>And likewise my own brothers, young Dennis and John,<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address>\n<div><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>Among the green bushes the valley&#8217;s all blue<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>the wild hare they&#8217;re hunting through the May morning dew.<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/address><\/address>\n<div><address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob,<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong> and listen to the barking, the growl of a dog,<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>friends of my childhood, friends I once knew<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<div><address><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>like the red rose I&#8217;ll vanish through the May morning dew<\/strong><\/span><\/address><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192\u00a0<a style=\"color: #333333;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelcis.org.uk\/LCISARC\/wosas\/f1119.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Greatest Pickpocket In The World<\/a>\u00a0\u2190<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">This pickpocket, he came down from the provinces. And he went up to the city of London to seek his [_?_] Well, on the way up and down the streets of the city, picking pockets. Doing very nice indeed he was too, till one day he [_?_] a hand into his own back pocket, and he turned round, there&#8217;s a bit of a girl standing by, and he said, \u00abOh, ha-ha, are you a pickpocket too?\u00bb She said, \u00abYes.\u00bb He said, \u00abLet&#8217;s team up, what a team we&#8217;d make.\u00bb And so they did. Katharine&#8217;s Dock, Portobello Lane, Petticoat lane, Camden Lock&#8230; All the places where the suckers go, and making money hand over fist.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">One day he said to her, \u00abDarling, you and me get married. Because if you ever had a child, he or she would be the greatest pickpocket in the world. And so they were married. In the course of time, they had a beautiful little baby, a little baby boy, it&#8217;s the chance to be, but the moment of his birth they can see this right hand, his pickpocketing hand was [_?_] crunched up against his chest, nothing could shift it at all, seemed to be permanent. &#8216;Darling McCase hand, I&#8217;ll never be the greatest pickpocket in the world. No shit.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00abDon&#8217;t worry dear, we&#8217;re very rich. We can afford the finest doctors; one of them is sure to be able to cure our baby.\u00bb So they went away to Harley Street, where the most expensive physicians are to be found, and the most expensive [_?_] Street, away at the far end, at the most expensive of the bunch, a specialist in wee crunched-up hands. He was that expensive, he used to keep a big golden watch timing the visit of his patients to the last seconds. So when the mummy walked in and the daddy walked in, carrying the wee baby with the wee strung-up hand, the doctor pulled out his big golden watch, clicked it open on the table and the wee baby [_?_] and his wee hand moves for the first time reaching for it, and his wee fingers open for the first time to take it, and out fell a midboy [_?_] the wedding ring.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u2248<\/span><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">. . . You don&#8217;t want any more surely . . . Only came back to get the instruments, you know&#8230; All right I&#8217;ll do something long and depressing<\/span><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0<a style=\"color: #333333;\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Parting_Glass#Lyrics\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Parting Glass<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0[R.Burns]<\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>All the money that e&#8217;er I spent,\u00a0<strong>I spent it in good company<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>All the harm I&#8217;ve ever done &#8211;\u00a0<strong>Alas it was to none but me\u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>And all I&#8217;ve done for want of wit \u00a0<strong>to mem&#8217;ry now I shan&#8217;t recall\u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>Fill to me the parting glass &#8211;\u00a0<strong>Good night and joy be with you all<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>All the friends I e&#8217;er had,\u00a0<strong>They&#8217;re sorry for my going away<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>And all the sweethearts e&#8217;er I loved,\u00a0<strong>They would wish me one more day to stay\u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>But since it fell unto my lot \u00a0<strong>that I must part now and you should not\u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><strong>I gently rise and softly I call &#8211;\u00a0<strong>Good night and joy be to you all<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vW3uahYYThk\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0&#8216;Dark Woman of the Glen&#8217;\u00a0\u2193<\/strong>\u00a0(2012)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zYz4PmX8RSw\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0&#8216;Political Lies&#8217; \u00a0\u2191<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">In the summer that my son was born &#8211; In the same changing town that fathered me<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I retrace my steps trying to fill my own footsteps<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">But this is the truth: perhaps there is no return<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>Political lies &#8211; political promises<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>This shadow everywhere of a sense of powerlessness<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">You and I live stumbling in the blindness<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">the blindness of Wall Street, Moscow and White House<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">How many miles I walked by the Union Canal<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Thinking of the hands that made it &#8211; the hands of the navvies<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Thinking of the patient horses that pulled along the barges<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">towropes of loft grooves on the pillars of the bridges<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">And above this, what rubs to you robs to me<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>Political lies &#8211; political promises<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>This shadow everywhere of a sense of powerlessness<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">You and I live waiting in the history,<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">A history of mystery &#8211; a history of betrayal &#8230; of betrayal<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">&#8230;an old <strong>JOKE<\/strong>: &#8211; How can you tell when a politician is lying? &#8211;\u00a0Their lips move.<\/span><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">All along the banks of the Union Canal<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I walk in the flaming sunset of one summer&#8217;s evening<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Scottish skinhead gluehead Scottish flag tattooed in his head<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Looks at the sky and he asks me<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">What does it mean?<\/span><\/address><address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>Political lies &#8211; political promises<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>This shadow everywhere of a sense of powerlessness<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">You and I live basking in the anguish<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The anguish of those we have failed to hear<\/span><\/address><address>\u00a0<\/address><\/address><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">In the night I listen to my own darkness<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I think being born and dying of the same jacks and aces<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I think about the signature of God on the prison<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">And about following saints and becoming lost again<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>Political lies &#8211; political promises<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>This shadow everywhere of a sense of powerlessness<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">You and I live with the same old question<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">and the same inexplicable strangeness of being here at all<\/span><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u2666 \u00a0&#8216;Ace of Spades&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[Lemmy_Motorhead]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/X8WBveikgKY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">If you like to gamble, maybe I&#8217;m your man,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Win some, lose some, it\u2019s all the same to me,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The pleasure is to play, and doesn\u2019t matter what you say,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">I don&#8217;t share your greed, the only card I need is<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>The Ace Of Spades<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Going for the high one, dancing with the devil,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Going with the flow, it&#8217;s all the same to me,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Double stake or split, double up or quit,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>The Ace Of Spades<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>You know I&#8217;m born to lose, gambling&#8217;s for fools,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> But that&#8217;s the way I like it baby,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> I don&#8217;t want to live for ever,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> Don\u2019t forget the joker!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> Pushing up the ante, you want to see me,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> Read &#8216;em and weep, it\u2019s the dead man&#8217;s hand again,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">(Well)<strong> I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong> you know it&#8217;s gonna be, all you gonna see &#8211;\u00a0The Ace Of Spades<\/strong> &#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u2663\u00a0 \u00a0<a style=\"color: #003300;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=srY2nRt8NzY\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;For Three of Us&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0\u00a0 (1981)<\/span><\/h6>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">ah the night was worth the candle<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">to talk awhile among good friends<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">daybreak brings another journey<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">god knows where we&#8217;ll meet again<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">CHORUS:<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>over hills and valleys<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> mountains beyond<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> this world but for to wander<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> to be here and gone\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">had we but known in the beginning<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">the tune would twist in our fingers so<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">and drive our feet across the borders<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\">the way the north wind drives the snow<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>over hills and valleys . . .<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">coals that spark speak ancient winters<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">rain resumes its deepest home<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">all that&#8217;s been has led us hither<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">all that&#8217;s here must lead us on<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>over hills and valleys . . .<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h6><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u25ca \u00a0\u00a0&#8216;Lough Foyle&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[\u00abA Glint at the Kindling\u00bb_1979]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bFFRWSS68QU\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">At age 14 they gave us training<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To number off by threes and give salutes<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To clean and fire the Lee and Enfield<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To answer smartly sir and shine the boots<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Me and all the other poor bastards<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Glengarry bonnets on at bugle call<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I never thought I looked good in khaki<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">It hurt the pride as well as it scratched the balls<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I volunteered for the signals section<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To work the radios was a skivers joy<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and on manoeuvres I&#8217;d twist the orders<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and put confusion on the soldier boys<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To Northern Ireland for summer training<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Near to Lough Foyle not far from Derry town<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To get the feel of the regular army<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and generally act the bloody clown<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To eat melodious beans and gravy<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To sleep on old grey blankets stiff with stains<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and on the carsy in the morning<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To squat in rows like cows with labor pains<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Me and some lads broke out one evening<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Climbed through the wire and down the lough beside<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">We spied some fishers in their long boats<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Casting nets out on the silvery tide<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">They soon pulled shoreward and we got to talking<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To row us over the water they&#8217;d agree<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">They hoist us dry shod in the boat beside them<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And away across the watery waves went we<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Cross to Greencastle in Southern Ireland<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">A street of cottages set end to end<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">A couple of churches and several boozers<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Where we fell to drinking with our Irish friends<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The best black porter, strong beer and whiskey<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">We had a bevy there as drunk as lords<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and all skylarking and cutting capers<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Till that old church clock it chimed for four<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The fishers rowed us back over the water<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and went to fish upon the morning rise<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">But we were drunk and devoid of caution<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and we were halted climbing back through the wire<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and me and the lads were all defaulted<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and straight away upon fatigues were led<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">To double at our every duty<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">With our rifles held above our heads<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Bur my good luck was not all departed<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I got infected in both the ears<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Some kind of hole in the two of my ear drums<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Till not a single order could I hear<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I sadly smiled and looked downhearted<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">While they could curse and shout and rage<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">and that&#8217;s the way I would end a story<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\">When I was 14 years of age<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=AQ8xP_Z8q0E\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-43910\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/bran.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"148\" height=\"147\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=85THuC_ljTc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Scotland yet<\/a>\u2190<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=j75GyYaxPhU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;The Head&#8217;<\/a>\u2190<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0The Voyage of Bran\u2192<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Dpf_knewNeY\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Verses At Powis<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d4 <\/strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelyricarchive.com\/song\/888407-120084\/Verses-at-Powis\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">[lyrics]<\/a><\/p>\n<p 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The quirky name is derived from the old Scots word for a bench: a \u2018bink\u2019. A whistlebinkie was someone who played the whistle whilst sitting on the bink. 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