Meh.
Willy sits in his stable door and he's combing his coal black steed
He's doubtin' on fair Margaret's love and his heart begins to bleed
"Fetch corn unto me horse, mother, and meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes on..."
"Stay at home with me, dear Willy, oh stay at home with me
And the very best cock in all the roost your own supper will be."
"For all your cocks and all your roosts I value not a pin
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes in..."
Rainy dreary day. Not dreary so much, at least I wouldn't think so normally, but I haven't showered yet and I feel dirty and the room is dirty and I'm restless. I've had so much to concentrate on recently that when I actually get a break I don't know what to do with myself. where's someone warm to cuddle with on the couch when you need them?
"Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower without the leave of me
In the deepest part of the Clyde water then drownded you will be."
"Oh, the good steed that I ride upon cost me thrice thirty pounds
And I'll put trust in his swift feet to take me safe and sound..."
He's ridden o'er yon high high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water would've feared five hundred men
"Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud, your streams are wondrous strong
Make me a wrack as I come back but spare me as I'm gone..."
hate being indecisive. I can ask and ask for advice and still turn round and round in circles and even when I finally make a decision I second-guess myself and can't be sure I've made the right decision.
Well then he's got to fair Margaret's bower and he's turled low on the pen
"Rise up, rise up, me Mae Margaret, rise up and let me in"
"Oh, who is this at me bower door, callin' Mae Margaret's name?"
"Oh, it's only her first love little William this night come to her home..."
"Open the gates this night, oh, open and let me in
For me boots they're full of the Clyde water and I'm frozen to the skin"
"Me barns are full of corn, Willy, and me stable's full of hay
And me bowers are full of gentlemen, they won't remove till day..."
I hate money, particularly I hate how everything requires money and I never seem to have enough of it. it makes otherwise happy people upset and angry and listless and seeps into every aspect of my damn life. how about I just clean your home for you or play a song for you, you give me what I need, and I'll be on my way?
"Fair thee well to you, Mae Margaret, fair thee well and adieu
For I have won my mother's own curse by comin' this night to you."
He's ridden o'er yon high high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in the Clyde water took Willy's hat from him
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his hat again
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water took Willy's cane from him
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his cane by force
The rushin' in the Clyde water took Willy from his horse...
I want to see the world. maybe it's not so much that I'm tired of the midwest, but there's no roots here. nothing to connect to. and maybe I'm imagining the history, the culture, in the places that I want to visit, maybe it isn't any more real than what's here... but I have to take that chance... dammit...
The very hour this young man sank into the part so deep
Up and awoke Miss Mae Margaret out from her dreary sleep
"Come here, come here, me mother dear, read to me my dream
I dreamed my love was at our gates and no one let him in."
"Lie there, lie there, me Mae Margaret, lie there and take your rest
For since your love was at our gates it's but two quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly, rose she up, unto the water's brim
But the louder that this young girl cried, the louder grew the wind...
I'm a million different people rolled up into one... i'm a bra-burning feminist who will tell you to go to hell as soon as look at you, especially if you're a man... I'm a hopeless romantic who cries at the cheesiest of sappy movies.... i'm a little girl who sometimes just wants to crawl into a safe warm lap and just be held... I'm a grammar nazi who can't help but notice the terrible puncuation of this particular post... I'm an insecure young woman who wishes desperately at night that she could feel a pair of warm arms around her... I'm a war-like Amazon who can take on the world and everyone in it, and fears nothing.... I'm a loving maternal creature who wants to hold everyone close to her and make all their pain go away.... I'm a dreamer with thousands of worlds in my head...
The very first step that she went in, she's up unto her feet
And it's "Oh, and alas!" this young girl cried, "Your water's wondrous deep!"
Oh, the very next step that she went in, she's up unto her knees,
Cried she, "I would go further in, if I my true lover could see!"
The next step that she went in, she's up unto her chin
In the deepest part of the Clyde water she's found sweet William in.
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willy, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde waters like sister and like brother."
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willy, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde waters like sister and like brother."
He's doubtin' on fair Margaret's love and his heart begins to bleed
"Fetch corn unto me horse, mother, and meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes on..."
"Stay at home with me, dear Willy, oh stay at home with me
And the very best cock in all the roost your own supper will be."
"For all your cocks and all your roosts I value not a pin
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes in..."
Rainy dreary day. Not dreary so much, at least I wouldn't think so normally, but I haven't showered yet and I feel dirty and the room is dirty and I'm restless. I've had so much to concentrate on recently that when I actually get a break I don't know what to do with myself. where's someone warm to cuddle with on the couch when you need them?
"Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower without the leave of me
In the deepest part of the Clyde water then drownded you will be."
"Oh, the good steed that I ride upon cost me thrice thirty pounds
And I'll put trust in his swift feet to take me safe and sound..."
He's ridden o'er yon high high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water would've feared five hundred men
"Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud, your streams are wondrous strong
Make me a wrack as I come back but spare me as I'm gone..."
hate being indecisive. I can ask and ask for advice and still turn round and round in circles and even when I finally make a decision I second-guess myself and can't be sure I've made the right decision.
Well then he's got to fair Margaret's bower and he's turled low on the pen
"Rise up, rise up, me Mae Margaret, rise up and let me in"
"Oh, who is this at me bower door, callin' Mae Margaret's name?"
"Oh, it's only her first love little William this night come to her home..."
"Open the gates this night, oh, open and let me in
For me boots they're full of the Clyde water and I'm frozen to the skin"
"Me barns are full of corn, Willy, and me stable's full of hay
And me bowers are full of gentlemen, they won't remove till day..."
I hate money, particularly I hate how everything requires money and I never seem to have enough of it. it makes otherwise happy people upset and angry and listless and seeps into every aspect of my damn life. how about I just clean your home for you or play a song for you, you give me what I need, and I'll be on my way?
"Fair thee well to you, Mae Margaret, fair thee well and adieu
For I have won my mother's own curse by comin' this night to you."
He's ridden o'er yon high high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in the Clyde water took Willy's hat from him
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his hat again
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water took Willy's cane from him
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his cane by force
The rushin' in the Clyde water took Willy from his horse...
I want to see the world. maybe it's not so much that I'm tired of the midwest, but there's no roots here. nothing to connect to. and maybe I'm imagining the history, the culture, in the places that I want to visit, maybe it isn't any more real than what's here... but I have to take that chance... dammit...
The very hour this young man sank into the part so deep
Up and awoke Miss Mae Margaret out from her dreary sleep
"Come here, come here, me mother dear, read to me my dream
I dreamed my love was at our gates and no one let him in."
"Lie there, lie there, me Mae Margaret, lie there and take your rest
For since your love was at our gates it's but two quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly, rose she up, unto the water's brim
But the louder that this young girl cried, the louder grew the wind...
I'm a million different people rolled up into one... i'm a bra-burning feminist who will tell you to go to hell as soon as look at you, especially if you're a man... I'm a hopeless romantic who cries at the cheesiest of sappy movies.... i'm a little girl who sometimes just wants to crawl into a safe warm lap and just be held... I'm a grammar nazi who can't help but notice the terrible puncuation of this particular post... I'm an insecure young woman who wishes desperately at night that she could feel a pair of warm arms around her... I'm a war-like Amazon who can take on the world and everyone in it, and fears nothing.... I'm a loving maternal creature who wants to hold everyone close to her and make all their pain go away.... I'm a dreamer with thousands of worlds in my head...
The very first step that she went in, she's up unto her feet
And it's "Oh, and alas!" this young girl cried, "Your water's wondrous deep!"
Oh, the very next step that she went in, she's up unto her knees,
Cried she, "I would go further in, if I my true lover could see!"
The next step that she went in, she's up unto her chin
In the deepest part of the Clyde water she's found sweet William in.
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willy, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde waters like sister and like brother."
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willy, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde waters like sister and like brother."