This is a song I wrote 5 years ago for Pentathlon, written in the style of Thomas Campion (1567-1620). He lived past Beathog’s period, but I really enjoy his work and wanted to try and emulate it. While not known for his remarkable poetry, he did have the ability to marry just the right musical phrase to the lyric. Garden subjects and the accompanying sexual puns were common during this period, as well. I had to try my hand at that!
I have performed this piece, and the Cliar Cu Buidhe troupe has actually recorded it. It has remained a favorite of ours!
Personally, I think Thomas Campion would have asked to perform it, as well!
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On my Master’s garden wall
an original song
written in the style of Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
On my Master’s garden wall,
Blossoms fare well for his hall;
Servant men stand at his hand,
Each to do the best that he can.
The Master shows his garden well
To each man there this tale would tell.
And who could fault a man his pride,
Or the comfort that he finds inside?
Thomas lays his fertile beds,
Grassy pillow for their heads;
Avery tends his youngest seeds,
Gentle hands are his offerings;
And Ambrose offers words of praise,
Every flow’r responds to his ways.
If this be the truth now to tell,
Each man there does his job well.
Lilies bloom and rosebuds swell
From this bower planted well;
Blossoms spring forth at his feet;
Beauty faded now smells so sweet;
And heavy-laden boughs stand tall,
Bearing forth the most fruit of all.
And servant men their Master praise
For their toiling in such pleasant wayes.