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Branwen 824 posts |
Oct 10, 2009, 17:56
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The Nine Stone Rig By Back of the Moon A song rather than a poem, but based on Burn's poem called "Dowie Dens O' Yarrow". Suitably spooky for Halloween. Oh gentle wind that's blowing south From where my love repairs Take a kiss from his dear mouth And tell me how he fares And word was carried back to me As if at God's command Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother's jealous hand No living man I'll love again Since my darling went to death's door One lock of his yellow hair Will chain my heart forever Mother dear please make my bed Lay me down in sorrow My love he died for me last night And I'll die for him tomorrow My love he died for me last night And I'll die for him tomorrow They shot him dead at the Nine Stone Rig Beside the headless cross And they left him lying in his blood Upon the moor in the moss They buried him at midnight And the dew fell cold and still. And the women in gray forgot to pray And the mist clung to the hills And the women in gray forgot to pray And the mist clung to the hills
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Oct 11, 2009, 07:16
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Thanks for that Branwen. Don't worry about it being a song and not a poem - there are several songs here already. Not sure if it's on this thread or not but there's a song by Kim Ravenscroft called The Song of Stanton Drew which you might be interested in; it's here - http://www.twistedtree.org.uk/stanton_drew.htm
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Branwen 824 posts |
Edited Oct 11, 2009, 19:13
Oct 11, 2009, 19:06
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Thanks, I've heard the Dowie Dens song by burns applied to Stanton Drew and Nine Stane Rig both. Burns was a lowlander and so familiar with english ballads too. He would plagerise from any source he could, mostly the oral traditional songs everyone sang in those days, and his works were more collections put into his own words, rather than original. I've been working my way through this thread a bit at a time, the 855 posts being too much in one go, for me anyhow. I looked at the threaded view, and there are posts marked with blank circles and others with filled squares, is there a difference? Only thing I miss with this board is a button to jump to the latest thread...
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Oct 11, 2009, 20:06
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Branwen wrote: Thanks, I've heard the Dowie Dens song by burns applied to Stanton Drew and Nine Stane Rig both. Burns was a lowlander and so familiar with english ballads too. He would plagerise from any source he could, mostly the oral traditional songs everyone sang in those days, and his works were more collections put into his own words, rather than original. I've been working my way through this thread a bit at a time, the 855 posts being too much in one go, for me anyhow. I looked at the threaded view, and there are posts marked with blank circles and others with filled squares, is there a difference? Only thing I miss with this board is a button to jump to the latest thread... The latest Forum Topics are on the homepage here - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/home/ along with the latest Blog Posts, News, Comments etc. The latest posts to any Forum Topic should appear in red on your monitor. The blank circles link back to the original post. The black squares link to someone else's post on that thread not to the original post on the thread (I think :-)
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Branwen 824 posts |
Oct 12, 2009, 03:24
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Thanks for that. I even realised clicking on the name of the last person to post takes you to the last post in that thread now too, not to a profile. I doubt it will make me less confused or confusing though...
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nigelswift 8112 posts |
Oct 12, 2009, 12:42
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Rather slanderous towards Pagans and Druids from a devout American Quaker http://www.answers.com/topic/worship-whittier but his first verse is a boster IMO - The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken, And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan Round fane and altar overthrown and broken, O'er tree-grown barrow and gray ring of stone.
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Oct 12, 2009, 13:25
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nigelswift wrote: Rather slanderous towards Pagans and Druids from a devout American Quaker http://www.answers.com/topic/worship-whittier but his first verse is a boster IMO - The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken, And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan Round fane and altar overthrown and broken, O'er tree-grown barrow and gray ring of stone. Blimey, there are another 14 verses to follow that one, but what a name and face to go with 'em! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Greenleaf_Whittier
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Branwen 824 posts |
Edited Oct 12, 2009, 20:16
Oct 12, 2009, 20:13
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A lot of songs from the borders feature "druid stones" and "druids" but for the most part they originate from the 18th century when "druid" and "roman" were the only two classifications they seemed to have for stone megaliths. Is there a plan to publish an Anthology of Megalithic Poems somewhere, with just the poetry?
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Branwen 824 posts |
Edited Oct 12, 2009, 20:26
Oct 12, 2009, 20:20
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Standing Stones (song) by Loreena McKennitt In one of these lonely Orkney Isles There dwelled a maiden fair. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue She had yellow curling hair. Which caught the eye and then the heart Of one who could never be A lover of so true a maid Or fair a form as she. Across the lake in Sandwick Dwelled a youth she held most true, And ever since her infancy He had watched those eyes so blue. The land runs out into the sea - It's a narrow neck of land - Where weird and grim the Standing Stones In a circle where they stand. One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve They met at that sad place With her heart in glee and the beams of love Were shining on her face. When her lover came and he grasped her hand What loving words they said. They talked of future's happy days As through the stones they strayed. They walked toward the lovers' stone And through it passed their hands. They plighted there a constant troth Sealed by love's steadfast bands. He kissed his maid and then he watched her That lonely bridge go o'er. For little, little did he think He wouldn't see his darling more. Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Gazing out to sea Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Bring my love to me. He turned his face toward his home That home he did never see. And you shall have the story As it was told to me. When a form upon him sprang With a dagger gleaming bright, It pierced his heart and dying screams Disturbed the silent night. This maid had nearly reached her home When she was startled by a cry. She turned to look around her And her love was standing by, His hand was pointing to the stars His eyes glazed at the light, And with a smiling countenance He vanished from her sight. She quickly turned and home she ran Not a word of this was said, For well she knew at seeing his form That her faithful love was dead. And from that day she pined away, Not a smile seen on her face. With outstretched arms she went to meet him In a brighter place. Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Gazing out to sea Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Bring my love to me.
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Branwen 824 posts |
Oct 12, 2009, 20:25
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Come Silver Moon (song) by Jayne Elleson Come silver moon And jewelled night Till I’m caught in your eyes Unbroken spell As bound by book and bell And candle light Embrace the dark And fade to grey Beneath this cold Standing Stone Till you and I Will meet again Another time and place It’s only for the day And soon the day will fade away
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