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The Ballad of William and the Faerie Queen's Daughter

Contributed by Cupid on Tuesday, 2nd January 2007 @ 09:06:32 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



As I was out walking alone in the wood,
I there met a fair maid of o great renown
I knew not what to say, I remained where I stood
For she wore a tattered and battered ball gown

Said she, "O kind sir would you care to me home,
For I've lost me way and I canna go 'lone"
Said I, "Me fair lady, I'll do all I can,
For I am loath to be the bad Irishman."

Sally O'Gannon was this fair maid's name
And we walked without speaking a one single word
But 'twasn't at all long before that we came
To a quivering river of which we must gird

Said I, "Bonnie lassie we canna wade in,
The water too cold and way up to me chin,"
Said she, "Dear sir I know then not what to do
For I canna go away home at all with you."

So down by the river we there spent our day
And by nightfall I'd taken her there on the ground
And then in the morning, I still near her lay
And I shook when I looked, at the sight all around

Said I, "Sally, o Sally where has the stream gone,
The forest has rotten, there's brush all a-lawn"
Said she, "O dear laddie why didn't ye see,
What might have been if you weren't here with me."

To meself I tried to tell 'twasn't true
That my Sally O'Gannon had there done me wrong
But I looked around trying to gather a clue
I'll say I was gray and my beard was now long

Said she, "Didn't I tell ye to not stay with me,
For I am the Faerie Queen's daughter, you see."
Said I, "Sally O'Gannon would ye marry me now."
But she shook her head 'nay' and then laughed to me loud

"No mortal has ever been me husband," said she,
"Especially when old my men so they are,
They long to be mine but they long to be free
So take breath for your death is surely not far."

Said I, "Sally, my Sally, I'll die for you dear,
I love you, my Sally, or did you not hear."
Said she, "Bonnie laddie, I know not your name,
But you shall die by the hands of my Queen all the same."

I then laid me down again waiting to die
I fell asleep there again on the grass green
'Twas a sight to behold I admit that I cried,
All was fair in the air about what I had seen

Said I, "Is there no way to escape my doom fate
Too much in me pocket, not enough on me plate”
But I heard no answer, I could not have tried
To go kiss her lips, the ones that had lied.

When I woke the next morn I was back in me bed
There were pages of writing all over the floor
To my great relief I saw I was not dead
And noticed a small note that she wrote by the door

Wrote she, "Dear William, I see that's your name,
You should have died fairly, but 'tis all the same
I know you're a good man I know you won't tell
How close you had come to the Faerie Queen's hell."

By some true magick, I will not deny
That I had not spoken a moment too late
When I told of me pennies I'd not told a lie
So I'd fared me and spared me a horrible fate

Said I, "God in heaven, I thank ye, I praise,
I'll go and I'll pray in church all of me days,"
Said He, "William, o William no need to I aim
Just never again ask a fair maiden's name."

Said I, "God I heaven I'll do what you aim
I'll never, no, never ask a fair maiden's name,

I'll never, no, never ask a fair maiden's name…"




Copyright © Cupid ... [ 2007-01-02 21:06:32]
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Re: The Ballad of William and the Faerie Queen's Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 3rd January 2007 @ 11:24:57 PM AEST
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Wo cupid you tell a very entertaining story.
huggs, smiles,
emy




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