08-17-2011, 07:37 PM
OOC: The song that Rory sings is called "Come by the Hills"
Rory watched as his leader talked to the wolves that showed up from Cour des Miracles. He hummed a random Irish ballad and waited until Skye brought the caravan to a hotel. He decided to offer his nonmusical skills. ”I can sing bu’ I can also dye fur, tattoo, o’ do piercins, if’n ye are interested.” He hoped that someone would take him up on his offer. He even had tools to do so.
As he waited he glanced over to see that his niece was sleeping peacefully. He smiled at her. She was such a good sleeper. He got put his supplies and saw that he would pretty soon need to get more dyes since he was running low. They would last for a few weeks though. He fiddled with his necklace and started to sing.
”Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo
Translation:
(I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo)
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
and stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
and stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
the stories of old fill our heart and may yet come again
where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done,
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.”
His niece woke up and snuggled with him, humming along with him.
Rory watched as his leader talked to the wolves that showed up from Cour des Miracles. He hummed a random Irish ballad and waited until Skye brought the caravan to a hotel. He decided to offer his nonmusical skills. ”I can sing bu’ I can also dye fur, tattoo, o’ do piercins, if’n ye are interested.” He hoped that someone would take him up on his offer. He even had tools to do so.
As he waited he glanced over to see that his niece was sleeping peacefully. He smiled at her. She was such a good sleeper. He got put his supplies and saw that he would pretty soon need to get more dyes since he was running low. They would last for a few weeks though. He fiddled with his necklace and started to sing.
”Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo
Translation:
(I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo)
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
and stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
and stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
the stories of old fill our heart and may yet come again
where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done,
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.”
His niece woke up and snuggled with him, humming along with him.