september

now has come september, the hunter's moon begun. and through the wheat and stubble, is sometimes heard a gun. the leaves are turning yellow, and kindling into red. and the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down his head. all among the barley, who would not be blithe when the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe.

now, before anyone gets their knickers in a twist, that's an excerpt from one of my favorite elizabethan songs called "king barley" and i like to post it every september first. it's a weird habit of mine, but we usually sing it in the summer so i started posting it in the fall.

there's more to the song of course, but that's the only part i can ever remember without looking at the songbook. i wish i owned a copy, so i could sing it properly. another one i love is bedlam boys, it's very catchy and i love to sing it.

for to see mad tom of bedlam, ten thousand miles she traveled. mad maudlin goes on dirty toes, for to keep her shoes from gravel. still i sing bonny boy, bonny mad boy, bedlam boys are bonny, for they all go bare and they live by the air, and they want no drink nor money.

i always get the first part of this song wrong, it might not be tom lol. i always need the songbook to sing it properly. but yeah, this is my yearly september tribute. :)