The Song of Sir Melion - Michael Kelly & Colette the Bard - (Original of Colette's) скачать в хорошем качестве

The Song of Sir Melion - Michael Kelly & Colette the Bard - (Original of Colette's)

Apologies for the lack of a proper video on this one. The Song of Sir Melion was a collaboration that I was doing with Colette that was very tricky to record, and getting the audio finished was on a rather tight deadline. --- If you enjoy my music, please visit my Patreon page and consider becoming a patron of the arts! Support my music at Patreon:   / michaelkelly   Get the MP3 of this song (and others) here:   / shop   Album MP3's available through BandCamp: http://michaelkellymusic.bandcamp.com... Or if you feel like buying the musician a beer without any long-term commitment, here's my tip jar: https://streamlabs.com/bard_mk Also check out Colette's Patreon page at:   / magpiemusic   And her wonderful solo material on her Youtube channel at:    / @colettethebard   --- "THE SONG OF SIR MELION" - written by Colette the Bard At the time when King Arthur reigned There was a much-beloved knight Sir Melion with his courtly grace Served his king with great pride He married the daughter of Ireland's king. They lived happily for three years She bore him sons and brought him joy, But woe, she brought him tears. One day in summer the knight wished to hunt And brought both his wife and his squire They chased their hounds as away they sped Til they began to tire While resting in a forest glade, A rustling came from the trees The lady saw in a thicketed shade The grandest stag e'er seen She said, “Never have I seen its match Graceful, noble, strong and true I'll surely die should you not catch This stag you see before you, My life, oh love, will be through.” “Oh precious Wife,” Sir Melion said, “I beg you, please do not cry. See this ring upon my hand, And let your tears run dry. With two fine stones this ring it is set One ruby red, and one white. No simple ring is this my love, Now witness its great might: Should I strip out of my clothes and my shoes and stand here naked instead Take this ring and place the white stone Upon the crown of my head A beastly wolf I shall become A hunter of great might, And I will chase this stag for you And slay it on this night. He said, “Never have I told of this Without this ring, a wolf I stay Man no more both night and day, My lover, my wife, be true. And I'll bring down this stag for you.” Oh Melion, what have you done? Oh knight, I pity you well. For as you hunt in the forest tonight, Your wife has this secret I'll tell: Away with your squire, she runs from the glade, Kissing with mirth and delight As back to her kingdom in Ireland she makes With no heed to your plight. So Melion traveled to Ireland's shore To find the false love he had wed When through the woods came a line of knights, King Arthur at their head Though Melion could no longer speak He took his fate in his hands, Went straight to Arthur and laid at his feet And would not rise again. Never had Arthur seen such a sight Said he, “This wolf belongs to me If any would harm him, then punished they'll be This wolf shall stay by my side, Now onwards we will ride.” So at his King's stirrups the wolf kept apace Matching the horse's each stride. The king of Ireland, for Arthur prepared A feast of which none know the likes But Lo! In the back of the room stood the man Who had stolen Sir Melion's wife! And Melion ran at the squire with all haste And sought to end his life. The armed men of Ireland drew out their swords And attempted the wolf to slay, But King Arthur shouted, “This wolf it is mine! You shall not harm him I say! If this wolf did not hate you, he never would strike. For his manner is gentle, you see. So tell me oh squire, and do not dare lie. What you have done to he? “Never did I mean him harm,” The squire wailed, but confessed the whole plot. Arthur demanded the princess be brought To speak before the king Along with Melion's ring. The fair princess of Ireland Came shaking before Arthur's might. She gave the ring and begged for her life And then was removed from his sight. And to private chambers was Melion brought. The ring was touched to his brow. Restored once more to the form of a man And at Arthur's feet fell down Rise, Sir Melion and be not ashamed This trick was played upon you. And King Arthur called for the princess again And asked Melion what he would do Shall she be beaten, or shall she be slain? For your revenge is deserved But say the word and your will carried out What shall be done with her? And Melion cried, Never Shall I lay my eyes On this viper e'er again Save our sons, you'd suffer as I And ne'er be human again. Now ne'er shall we meet again! Thus end the tale of Sir Melion, A gentle and courtly knight For though his kindness and love were betrayed Yet still he spared her life. I swear by my lute that this song, it is true For so the bards have said. All hail the tale of Sir Melion, A knight both wolf and man. His grace is matched by none Sir Melion