Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

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I love the sound of the harp in this rendition of ‘The Parting Glass.’ It reminds of a ancient bardic tradition that swept the British Isles many years ago. The song lends itself well to Robin Williamson’s interpretation with the beautiful articles.


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There’s a little girl and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she’s the girl I’m gonna tack
A lot of other fellas, they would get up on her track.
but I’m thinking that they’ll have to get up early.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Well this little lass, she has a lot of class.
She’s got a lot of brass and her father thinks I’m gas,
and I’d be a silly ass for to let the matter pass.
Her father thinks she suits me fairly.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Mary and her mother go an awful lot together.
In fact, you hardly ever see the one without the other.
And the people wonder whether if its Mary or her mother
or both of them together that I’m courting.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

The wedding’s on Wednesday and everything’s arranged
Soon her name will change to mine, unless her mind is changed
And in makin’ the arrangements, I’m just about deranged
Marriage is an awful undertaking!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

It’s sure to be a grand affair and grander than the fair.
There’s gonna be a coach and pair for every pair that’s there.
We’ll dine upon the finest fare; I’m sure to get my share.
If I don’t, well I’ll be very much mistaken!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

You gotta walk that mile, Honeychild.
You gotta walk that mile, Honeychild
Well I’ll show you what is hip
as we walk down Leeson strip.
And I’ll do it for the ghost of a smile,
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile,
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile.

You can’t take it with you when you go.
You can’t take it with you when you go.
You gotta walk, walk that mile,
and I’ll be with you, Honeychild.
And I’ll do it for the ghost of a smile
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile,
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile.

Don’t wait too long!
Don’t wait too long!
Don’t wait too long or I’ll be gone!

Don’t wait too long!
Don’t wait too long!
Don’t wait too long
or I’ll be gone!

Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile,
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile.
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile,
just the ghost, the ghost of a smile.
the ghost of a smile.
the ghost of a smile.
~The Pogues


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The fire is out
the moon is down
The parting glass
is drank and done.
And I must go
and leave this town
before the rising
of the sun.

And long’s the road
and far’s the mile
before I rest
my soul again
with girls that weep
and girls that smile
and all the words
and ways of man.

For some there are
that may not bide,
but wander to
the journey’s end
nor take a girl
to be bride
nor keep a man
to be a friend.

And when I’m done
with wandering,
I’ll sit beside
the road and weep
for all the songs
I did not sing
and promises
I did not keep.
~Tommy Makem


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I used to love to ‘try’ to sing this song as a child!

One evening for pleasure I rambled
to view the fair fields all alone;
Down by the banks of Loch Erin
where beauty and pleasure were known.

I spied a fair maid at her labour
which caused me to stay for a while;
I thought her the goddess of beauty
the blooming bright star of Belle Isle.

I humbled myself to her beauty,
“Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from the heavens descended,
abiding in Cupid’s fair throng?”

“Young man, I will tell you a secret:
It’s true I’m a maid that is poor;
and to part from my vows and my promise,
is more than my heart can endure.”

“Therefore I’ll remain at my service
and go through all hardship and toil;
and wait for the lad that has left me,
alone on the banks of Belle Isle.”

“Young maiden, I wish not to banter,
‘Tis true I came here in disguise;
I came to fulfill my last promise,
and hoped to give you a surprise.”

“I own you’re the maid I love dearly.
you’ve been in my heart all the while;
for me there is no other damsel
than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle.”

This couple they both got married,
in wedlock and soft unity;
may the great God above them protect them
and give them long life in the land.

May the great God above them protect them,
and loyalty be theirs all the while;
and honey may sweeten their comfort,
along on the banks of Belle Isle.
~Traditional

In Newry town, I was bred and born
In Stephen’s Green now I lie in scorn
I served my time to the saddling trade
But I turned out to be, yes I turned out to be a roving blade

At seventeen I took a wife
I loved her dearly as I loved my wife
And to maintain her both fine and gay
I took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King’s Highway

I never robbed any poor man yet
Nor any tradesman did I beset
I robbed the lords and the ladies bright
And robbed their jewels, and robbed their jewels for my heart’s delight

I robbed Lord Golding, I do declare
And Lady Mansell on Grosvenor Square
I shook the shutters and bid them goodnight
And home I went then, and home I went then to my heart’s delight

To Covent Garden I made my way
With my dear wife for to see the play
Lord Fielding’s gang, they did me pursue
And I was taken, and I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried “Oh, my darling son”
My wife she wept and cried “I am undone”
My mother tore her white locks and cried
Saying “In the cradle,” saying “In the cradle Willie should have died”

And when I’m dead, aye and in my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have
With six bold highwaymen to carry me
Give them good broadswords, give them good broadswords and sweet liberty

Six pretty maidens to bear my corpse
Give them white garlands and ribbons all
And when I’m dead, they will speak the truth
He was a wild and, he was a wild and a wicked youth
~Traditional

There’s a time to rove and wander
and a time to raise and leave
and a girl I often wonder
if she’d still be waiting somewhere there for me

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.

I’ll walk the streets where I’ve been living
another time before the dawn.
And thank my friends for all they’ve given,
but when the cock cock crows in the mornin’ I’ll be gone.

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.

Our night is done, the bars are closin’
And the toasts have all been made.
All but one which I have chosen
and I’ve saved for now when all the bills are payed.

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.
~Síoda