SONGS AND POEMS OF DOR DORIAN

SONGS AND POEMS OF DOR DORIAN

First we have a love poem, which can be accompanied by music. It's full of metaphors and romantic, eternal notions. It would be a popular task to recite this adding in the name of one's affection here and there or expanding on it with the addition of flowery notes to personalize it.

A Beautiful Flower
My love’s like a beautiful flower,
Newly blossomed in summer:
My love’s like the melody
Sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair as you are,
So deeply I am in love;
And I will still be here, my dear,
Until all the seas go dry.

Until all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the mountains crumble under the sun
I will still be here, my love,
While the sands of time still run:

And forever, my love!
And may my feelings never wane!
I will stand by you, my dear,
Through it all and again.

 

    For the next piece, Days Gone By , this is a popular drinking song. The chorus is roughly the same every time. People would often add in the word All before the word Days, in this rendition it does appear in at least one spot. In a popular fashion the verses would be altered. People tend to freestyle their own solo verses in group settings or stick to a similar format. I am providing popular themes below, but for the most part this is a celebratory, festival-like melody which is much more fun with alcohol and good friends.

Days Gone By
Should our past be forgotten,and never brought to mind?
Should the past be forgotten, as the days gone by!

Chorus
Days gone by, my friend, days gone by,
We’ll share a drink together, for the days gone by.

As you raise your glass, be sure I’ll raise mine!
We'll share a drink together, for all the days gone by.

Chorus

We have our favorite taverns, and places we like to go;
But until we've drunk in every one, we sing to the days gone by.

Chorus

We've spent our gold from morning sun till dinner;
Drinking ourselves silly, we sing days gone by and by.

Chorus

Lend me a hand, my trusty friend! And please fill my cup one time!
One more round might do the trick, for all the days gone by.

 

    The next example, Seven's Grace, of a bit of low brow humor at saying grace follows below. This would be said once again amongst friends, in a tavern like setting, but isn't really the most appropriate of blessings for dining in any formal affair. I do enjoy the idea of including a piece like this.

Seven's Grace
Some have meat and cannot eat,
And some would eat that have none;
But we have meat, and we can eat,
Blessed be the Seven.

 

     The remainder of works included are just short poems. Once again they are touching on love, nostalgia, the formula of metaphors and regionalism, they are designed to invoke strong feelings and push a noble or higher consciousness forward as you declare your love or feelings for your country. Most of these are specifically designed to register in the Common tongue and not designed to be particularly high brow or historic.

My Heart’s in the Valley
Farewell to the valley, farewell to the north,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
The hills of the valley forever I love.

My heart’s in the valley, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the valley, every chasing the deer;
Ever chasing the wild deer and following the roe,
My heart’s in the valley, wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains high-covered with snow;
Farewell to the streams and the valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

Oh, Cold Winds Blow
Oh, cold winds blow, both here and there
My darling, I’d shelter you, from the bitter storm
As the winds blow and blow, I would shelter you,
To hold you close, and protect you from the storm

In the wildest wastes, black and bare,
The deserts were a paradise, if only you were there.
I would march around the globe, kingdom to kingdom
With you, the brightest jewel in my crown
Will you be my queen, will you be my queen forever more.

My Beau
When we were first met; Your locks were dark like the raven,
Your skin was so lovely before, but now you are all wrinkled,
And your hair is more like the snow;
I still count my blessings, my lovely dear, my beau.

We climbed this hill together; what a lovely day we've had,
We’ve spend our time with one another, and lived a life so grand.
But it's time we saunter down, hand in hand we will go,
And sleep at least in the valley, my dear, my sweet, my beau