The Faerie Court

I guess it’s about time for another post. Unfortunately, I’m still running like the Red Queen trying to find a job, so my current writing is limited to boring cover letters and updates to my résumé. So instead, I’m posting something I wrote quite some time ago. It’s your fault, PD. You’re the one who brought up the Tylwyth Teg.

These are actually lyrics to a song for which I also wrote the melody. It’s out on a CD for the SCA (that’s the Society for Creative Anachronism, a historic recreation group I belong to) called Vivat Trimaris! Yeah, I sing, too. Sorry, I don’t think WordPress does mp3. 😉

The Faerie Court

My mother was a lass both wild and free,
And she told me of her life ere she had me
Her lover was no common sort –
Oh, my father was a Lord of the Faerie Court.

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

She went out on a summer’s day
When the world was sweet with the smell of hay
She met a lad both tall and fine,
And he said to her, “O will you be mine?”

Oh, she was wild but she was wise,
She looked him right within his eyes
She knew he was no common sort,
Oh, she knew he was a Lord of the Faerie Court.

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

She said, “If you would marry me
Then you must give me kisses three
And give to me a gown so fine
That it shimmers in the light of the bright moonshine.”

He said, “If you will marry me,
I’ll give to you your kisses three
For that I am no common sort,
For you see I am a Lord of the Faerie Court.”

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

He took her slender hand in his
And gave to her a Lover’s kiss,
He gave to her a wedding gown
That was woven of the silk of the thistledown.

Oh, then he took her slender hand,
And led her through the sun bright land,
And thus it was he paid her court
O for that he was a Lord of the Faerie Court.
Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

Now in the Grove he laid her down
And made a bed of her wedding gown
And there they were so wild and free
Oh, that somewhere in the night – well, they made me!

“The dawn is coming, Lady mine,
Put on your wedding gown so fine,
For now you are no common sort,
Oh, for now you are a bride of the Faerie Court.”

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

Oh, she was wild but she was wise,
She kissed him right between the eyes
And said, “Oh, this can never be –
A mortal maid and a Faerie free.

“Oh, you must have a Faerie wife,
And I must live a single life
For that you are no common sort,
O for that you are the Lord of the Faerie Court.”

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai
Ly a lady durrilee day

They parted there within the glade,
The Faerie Lord and the mortal maid,
But he said, “You are no common sort –
O, you could have been the Queen of the Faerie Court.”

Chorus:
Ly a lady-o durrim dow
Ly a lady-o durrim day-o
Ly a lady-o durrim dai –
Ly a lady durrilee day!

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2 thoughts on “The Faerie Court

  1. PD says:

    I get the blame for everything around here. 😉

    Let me know if you want some light reading and I’ll send you a PDF of ‘Teg’, the novel I wrote of the Faerie Folk, and ‘Indigo’ the follow-up to ‘Teg’. They’re still my favourites.

  2. warjna says:

    Oh, cool! Absolutely, I’ll take anything you’ve got! Don’t guarantee I’ll get to it right away, being involved with life and desperation and all, but hell yeah!

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