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Subject: Re: Rejoice, and Velvet reels
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From: [e-mail] (DAVID M. PERRY)
Date: 21 Nov 92 13:53:24 EDT
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In <[e-mail]> [e-mail] writes:


>      Who else out there likes Celtic music?
>

After Jamming for a while, Jack says,
    "I just figured out a guitar part to Danny Carnahan's version of "True
Thomas.  I want to try it, so here goes....


Thomas lay up on a grassy bank, gazing at a lady
Come riding o'er so brisk and bold along the ferny bray.
Her skirt was of the silk sae green and her coast of velvet fine,
And at each toss her horse's mane rang fifty bells and nine.
And Thomas did salute her, bowing down upon his knee,
He said "Well met enchanting one, you're the flower of this country"
And as he gazed upon her, oh so blind with love was he,
That he did kiss her rosy lips, all neath the Ielin tree.

"Oh now you've kissed me Thomas, you must ride away with me
To server my will for seven years, what e'er your chance may be."
She's mounted up her snow white steed and pulled thomas up behind,
And as the bridle rang they rode swift as the wind.
And on they rode and farther on, til they spied a garder green,
And she says "Now light down Thomas, for we're near my fair country.
Take this bread and wine, and lay your head upon my knee,
For when your fill you've eaten, I will show you fair ways three."

"Well the first road leads to paradise, though it winds through thorn and tree.
The broad road leads to the Gates of Hell though fair it seems to be.
But see you not yon farhter road? Lying on the lily lee.
That is the road to my fair land where you must go with me.
But hark ye Thomas hold your toungue and aswer only unto me,
for if you speak to another, your own home ye ne'er shall see."
When Thomas came into the hall, a well met man was he.
They asked him questions one and all, but not a word spoke he.

It a home she's built among the clouds, flowers vined the walls,
And jewels did shower down as rain that night among them all.
And each day brought Thomas wonders, never seen by mortal eye.
And each night brought Thomas wonders as nect to the lady, he did lie.
But she has said "True Thomas, now tis time you were away,
For seven years have past and gone though it seemed but seven days."
"If it's seven years lady, since my face on earth was seen,
Pray give to me some token, that I may prove where I have been."

Well, on they rode, and farther on, to the Huntlie Banks rode she
And she's set thomas on the ground all neath the Iilen tree.
"Since a token you would have of me, a rare token shall it be.
The gift that i will give to thee is a toungue that cannot lie."
But he has cried "hold lady, and give not this gift to me,
For how can I counsel prince or lord, or woo a fair lady?"
"Be careful in your silence, as you're careful in what you say.
May your truth outlive them all," she said, as she turned, and rode away.

--the guitar slowly fades away---


"Thank you"

One of Jack's Crows.


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