Fire and Hemlock电子书

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Part One: New Hero

1: A dead sleep came over me And from my horse I fell

2: O I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh For young Tam Lin is there.

3: Abide you there a little space And I will show you marvels three

4: The steed that my true-love rides on Is fleeter than the wind; With silver he is shod before, With burning gold behind.

5: O see you not yon narrow road So thick beset with thorns and briars? That is the path of Righteousness, Though after it but few enquires.

6: O they rode on, and further on, The steed went swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide And living land was left behind.

Part Two: Now Here

1: And fill your hands o’ the holy water And cast your compass round

2: She had not picked a rose, a rose, A rose but barely one, When up and started young Tam Lin

3: O they rode on and further on, They waded rivers above the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea.

4: The truth I’ll tell thee, Janet; In no word will I lie

5: But aye she grips and holds him fast

6: And pleasant is the fairy land For those that in it dwell, But at the end of seven years They pay a tax to hell.

Part Three: Where Now?

1: It was mirk, mirk night, there was no starlight; They waded through red blood to the knee, For all the blood that’s shed on earth Runs through the springs of that country.

2: They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a serpent or a snake

3: But, Thomas, you shall hold your tongue

4: They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a deer so wild, But hold me fast, don’t let me go

5: “Harp and carp, Thomas,” she said, “Harp and carp along with me, And if you dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your body I will be.”

6: They’ll shape me in your arms, lady, A hot iron at the fire, But hold me fast, don’t let me go, To be your heart’s desire.

7: Out then spoke her brother dear – He meant to do her harm – “There grows a herb in Carterhaugh…”

Part Four: Nowhere

1: Had I the wit yestreen, yestreen, That I have got today, I’d pay my tax seven times to hell Ere you were won away!

2: O first let pass the black, lady, Then let pass the brown, But quickly run to the milk white steed—Pull you his rider down.

3: But the night is Hallowe’en, Janet, The morn is Hallowday

4: That is the path of Wickedness, Though some call it the Road to Heaven.

5: About the dead hour of the night She heard the bridles ring, And Janet was as glad of that As any earthly thing.

6: And see you not yon bonny road That winds across the ferny lea? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must be.

Coda scherzando

Coda They shaped him in her arms at last A mother-naked man

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