Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
I heard a snatch of melody the other day (I was listening to The Ebony Hillbillies, playing on the sidewalk, Broadway and 78th St.) and it stuck in my head on the train ride home; so I decided to try writing a ballad. Got the first half but the second is vexing me. Fair Elaine Sweet my darling listen well And sweet my darling mind ye Sweet my darling when I tell you Leave the past behind ye I went down to Jansson's place To drink my worries down Behind the bar stood fair Elaine In a long black satin gown Elaine says I How came ye here You never did look finer But you've been lying ten long years In a grave in Carolina That night she said the bandits came And where were you my Charlie Out with your fair Irish lass Drinking the fruit of the barley They cut me up they cut me down They threw me to the floor My ghost looked back on that sad sight their foul crime Through the open door Clearly she should chastise him for another stanza or so and then leave, maybe after pouring him a cup of whiskey or of poison. But I'm not sure how to work this. Suggestions are welcome*. It is sounding very nice on my violin though. Update: Here is an idea of an ending: Then Charlie you did bury me You never shed a tear Neither on that day nor once These ten long lonesome yearsNow Charlie here's your barley-wine I know you love it so She set the cup down on the bar I hung my head down low [or, "I cast my gaze down low"] And slowly slowly she came out And slow she went away My grief is going to follow me Until my dying day * [pre-emptively defensive mini-rant deleted; I'd really love to hear what you think.]
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