Won't You Come With Me?
by Marc Gunn, June 1, 2006
Last night, I was watching Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I finished and after spending hours in front of the computer, I needed a break. So I decided to improvise a song on my autoharp. Once I had a nice melody, I wrote these lyrics. Then I recorded the song on my new Edirol digital recorder. Ah! There's nothing like a good murder ballad.
I left my ship with storms on my mind,
High wind and tossing seas.
I sought a maid with soft green eyes
To take my mind off me.
Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai diddle-dai dee
Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Won't you come with me?
I met a maid by waterside
Gutting the herring clean.
She took my hand, laid down her knife.
Then we walked along the beach.
Singing...
She set herself down on a rock
And bade me sit at her feet.
The sun settled down and the wind did blow
The curlets across her cheek.
We sang...
I took her gently in my arms
Our bodies rolling in the sand.
When she pulled the knife out of my side
My body stopped lurching at last.
posted by Marc Gunn @ Thursday, June 01, 2006
2 Comments:
I love your poetry, but I was thinking: What do you suppose it is about people with Celtic heritage that does cause them to love songs about love and violent death so much? any theories?
Too much alcohol? lol
Actually, I don't know if it is too different from other cultures. Songs about death are found throughout the folk tradition. It prolly has to do with concerns about the mortality of life.
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