Coorie doon, coorie doon, ma bairnie
Coorie doon, ma bonnie hen...
Mother I fear, that now I hear
The soldiers in the glen
The feet that you hear a walking
Are not the soldiers, dear...
Sing to me sweet, and dinna greet
The world is filled with fear...
And what will I see if you sing to me
What will I see in the sky?
The birds thou wilt see.....
Now cling to me, the feet are passing by
And are they the feet of soldiers
The feet that so loudly tramp?
No, no, not so, they come and go
Like the fireflies around the lamp
Will you give me a firefly, mamma
A spark to hold in my hand?
I'll bring you a star from the dancing sky
And thou shalt have all the land
The land that sweeps through the mountains
The land that sweeps through the glen...
Coorie doon, coorie doon, ma bairnie
Coorie doon, ma bonnie hen...
Oh are these fires a burning,
That blink and that come and go?
No, no, my dear, now dry that tear
In a World that is filled with woe
For thou art the bonniest bairnie
That blooms in the desert wild
Coorie doon, coorie doon, ma bairnie
Coorie doon, coorie doon, my child
A contest entry
- Anything fantasy by scarlet screams.
600 points, ended July 6, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Berceuse by ea.
1000 points, ended July 7, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
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although i was in the same contest as you, i think it was a good thing that you won, not i
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That's a very nice thing to say. Many thanks.
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Beautiful, with a stressful edge to it. Somehow sharp. A bit like "Life is Beautiful"- a reality within a reality.
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This is a world within the mother's world, as the child goes to sleep in peace that last for but a short time-oh, they grow too fast. This is just lovely, you can hear it being sung as you read it.
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Now you know where I got this contest idea from! Lovely work...
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This is a fine berceuse and I hope to be singin' it to a wee bairn of a grandchild someday.
Thank you for the trip to the Drover's Inn - I did enjoy the bagpiping especially. Here you may find a bit of ghoulish fun: http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2207 but for the Sheep-boy, you will have to refer to James Dickey's poem - he wrote "The Deliverance" - that premier American hillbilly novel turned film starring Rip Torn et all. -
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I must be wrong about Rip Torn; it's Burt Reynolds, Jon Voigt and Ned Beatty - but check out this scene of the dueling banjos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esl2NNOtHQE
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I'm old enough to have seen the original film. Brilliant! Quite put me off camping trips. Thanks for the memories. K.
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This makes me think of old folk songs. I really liked the rhythm and the way the words flowed!
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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This is both powerful and poignant, as the mother tries to shelter her bairn from the cruel realities of the world: a world she knows cannot be avoided. An excellent piece.
Best wishes,
Bill
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I find this poignant, for probably in ten or fifteen years, this child also would be marching. The mother courageously hopes for calm and rest as the soldiers march by in the night. The second last couplet is mother love in a nutshell.
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As so often, M., you see into the heart of things. Best Wishes to you and yours.K.
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