The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Arry · 01-29-2006, 04:51 AM

'Let's give them this one,' Tomlin said, fitting his fiddle below his chin, 'It's a quick one, and maybe we can take a wee break then. I'm needing a little refreshment. What about you lads?'

Fallon and Ferrin nodded their heads 'yes'. Ferrin banged his little hand drum to the beat, and got the song going . . .

As I was a going over Gillgarry Mountain,
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder.
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

Next morning early before I rose to travel,
There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
but a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

They put me into jail with a judge all a writin'
For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney,
And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early.

Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

Dimturiel · 01-29-2006, 07:40 AM

When the song ended, Aniriel was surprised to find herself clapping with the rest. Her mistrust was slowly dying away. She even managed to smile at those that caught her eye, although she still did not have the courage to engage someone in a conversation.

"But that will come, too." she said to herself. "It is bound to come. It is no use siting here and brooding on your past, Aniriel."

And what was there to cry about? Nothing, really. There had been no darkness in her life. It was not grief that made her leave her home, nothing drove her from Dol Amroth save desire to see the world and a rather unnatural passion for listening to songs and drinking ale in village inns. It was not as if she was exiled, she could return if she wished to. But she did not. She wanted to enjoy herself, to laugh and sing like the merry folk around her. Why should she let herself be overwhelmed by melancholy? Why should she be reminded that something had actually been left behind?

Aniriel shook her head trying to drive that thought from her mind. Feeling now more confident and much more at ease, she smiled and chanced another look around her.

Kath · 01-29-2006, 07:51 AM

Suddenly feeling as though trapped, Astilwen stood up and moved around the table. Seeing the startled and confused look this gained her from Ariane she smiled and tried to explain.

"I'm sorry. It's just that talking about never having left, and hearing tales of the world outside makes me feel that I should enjoy as much of what I have as I can. Would you mind if we continued our conversation outside?"

Ariane shook her head, picked up both their glasses and followed her through the Inn door and into the gardens. Astilwen led her to the bench she had found the night before. It was far enough away from the festivities that they would be able to hear what the other was saying, but not so far that they couldn't see what was going on.

Their conversation carried on, with Ariane telling happier tales of her time in Bree, and Astilwen telling tall tales to make the other woman laugh. Eventually they lapsed into silence, both thinking over what the other had said, and grinning every now and then as they remembered something they had found amusing.

Jumping up for a moment to stretch her legs, Astilwen turned and saw a shadowy figure a way off behind the bench. It was looking up at the moon, but she couldn't make out if it was male or female as it had it's back to her.

She gently turned Ariane so she too could see this person and after a quick whispered conversation, the two decided it would be best to go and offer help to this creature, who stood so dejectedly. As the got closer, they could see that it was in fact a woman, and she looked as though she had been crying.

"Hello." She spoke quietly, not wanting to frighten the woman who had obviously not heard their approach. "Is there anything we can do for you?"

01-29-2006, 07:51 AM	#3
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Suddenly feeling as though trapped, Astilwen stood up and moved around the table. Seeing the startled and confused look this gained her from Ariane she smiled and tried to explain. "I'm sorry. It's just that talking about never having left, and hearing tales of the world outside makes me feel that I should enjoy as much of what I have as I can. Would you mind if we continued our conversation outside?" Ariane shook her head, picked up both their glasses and followed her through the Inn door and into the gardens. Astilwen led her to the bench she had found the night before. It was far enough away from the festivities that they would be able to hear what the other was saying, but not so far that they couldn't see what was going on. Their conversation carried on, with Ariane telling happier tales of her time in Bree, and Astilwen telling tall tales to make the other woman laugh. Eventually they lapsed into silence, both thinking over what the other had said, and grinning every now and then as they remembered something they had found amusing. Jumping up for a moment to stretch her legs, Astilwen turned and saw a shadowy figure a way off behind the bench. It was looking up at the moon, but she couldn't make out if it was male or female as it had it's back to her. She gently turned Ariane so she too could see this person and after a quick whispered conversation, the two decided it would be best to go and offer help to this creature, who stood so dejectedly. As the got closer, they could see that it was in fact a woman, and she looked as though she had been crying. "Hello." She spoke quietly, not wanting to frighten the woman who had obviously not heard their approach. "Is there anything we can do for you?" __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

01-29-2006, 04:51 AM	#1
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	'Let's give them this one,' Tomlin said, fitting his fiddle below his chin, 'It's a quick one, and maybe we can take a wee break then. I'm needing a little refreshment. What about you lads?' Fallon and Ferrin nodded their heads 'yes'. Ferrin banged his little hand drum to the beat, and got the song going . . . As I was a going over Gillgarry Mountain, I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'. First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier, Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny. She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar. I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder. Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water, Called on colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar. Next morning early before I rose to travel, There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier, but a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar. They put me into jail with a judge all a writin' For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain. But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down, And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar. I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army, I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney. Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney, And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar. There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling, Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'. But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early. Mush a ring a ra du ra ma da Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar.

01-29-2006, 07:40 AM	#2
Dimturiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2005 Location: the road less travelled by Posts: 910	When the song ended, Aniriel was surprised to find herself clapping with the rest. Her mistrust was slowly dying away. She even managed to smile at those that caught her eye, although she still did not have the courage to engage someone in a conversation. "But that will come, too." she said to herself. "It is bound to come. It is no use siting here and brooding on your past, Aniriel." And what was there to cry about? Nothing, really. There had been no darkness in her life. It was not grief that made her leave her home, nothing drove her from Dol Amroth save desire to see the world and a rather unnatural passion for listening to songs and drinking ale in village inns. It was not as if she was exiled, she could return if she wished to. But she did not. She wanted to enjoy herself, to laugh and sing like the merry folk around her. Why should she let herself be overwhelmed by melancholy? Why should she be reminded that something had actually been left behind? Aniriel shook her head trying to drive that thought from her mind. Feeling now more confident and much more at ease, she smiled and chanced another look around her.