Medieval adventures

Come to Ealdormere

Lyrics by Lady Sibylla of Glyndmere

Inspiration: Across the Celtic Moors CD by Taheny and Reid

(First stanza; a direct copy of an Irish/Scottish ditty from 1967-ish by Gordon Smith who allegedly borrowed the tune from a Celtic tune called “Buachail On Eirne”)
The Gaelic version has nothing to do with the English.


Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky
And the locks meet the sea
Where rivers run clear
And the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow can wait
‘Til this day is done

Come gather near in a land we call Ealdomere
And stand with the King and the Queen
And with those you hold dear
We are armored that’s true
And the archers stand bold in the sun
And the cares and the worries of war
Are all in good fun

Come by the fire gather round with the Heralds and Bards
Listen for the twists in the tales
And the stories so far
Where legends are kept
And the voices all carry as one
And the past can be borrowed and filked
So it can be sung

So come, join the fun in the land we call Ealdomere
And feast with peasants and the crowns
Raise your cups in good cheer
Where tunics are worn
With a trim the catches the sun
And the cares of tomorrow can wait
‘Til the drink is all gone
And the cares of tomorrow can wait
‘Til the drink is all gone