Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word,
That walk’d among the ancient trees… (William Blake)
A Bard is the one in a noble house who sings its history, a voice that connects us to our fathers and God.
- The Minstrel-Boy
- Will Ye No Come Back Again?
- The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond
- Heart of Wisdom (Ishmael Wallace)
- March for piano (Ishmael Wallace)
- Arioso for piano (Ishmael Wallace)
- Andante for piano (Ishmael Wallace)
- Amazing Grace
- Pipers for piano (Ishmael Wallace)
- El Novio de la Muerte (The Bridegroom of Death)
- A Full Heart (Ishmael Wallace)
- Sonnenuntergang (Hölderlin/Cornelius)
- Forward (March for piano) (Ishmael Wallace)
1. The Minstrel-Boy
Words: Thomas Moore (1779 — 1852) from Irish Melodies; Music: The Moreen, old Irish song
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you’ll find him;
His father’s sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
“Land of song!” said the warrior-bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! — but the foeman’s chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said, “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery.”
The Minstrel-Boy is poet, musician, and warrior in one. In this, he touches an archetype; the Greek god Apollo is god not only of archery but music and poetry. Music and war are aspects of heroic life.
He’s joined “the ranks of death”, an ordering of men above which Death broods; he goes to war wearing “his father’s sword” — no longer an individual, but the representative of generations. His harp is “wild” because it gives voice to Nature: a harp is touched directly by the fingers (unlike a piano string), and may be sounded by a breeze.
The harp is a heart: the heart of a nation. The nation exists in the songs of poets. It is like the Christ: not of the world; abandoned by all… But the Minstrel-Boy will stay by its side. This battle is not about utility, but principle.
The boy falls; he lies dead on the earth, unmoving. But his “proud soul” is free. His soul, in a way a musician will understand, WAS his harp, and he takes the harp with him into death.
A soul that is ruled by the external is not “pure”. It’s better to flee —even to flee the body — than to live beneath an alien chain.
The song of the soul must not be caught by the world.
2. Will Ye No Come Back Again?
As C.S. Lewis suggests in Mere Christianity, this world is God’s, but under enemy occupation. I must be loyal, as the Jacobites to their King across the water:
Bonnie Chairlie’s noo awa’,
Safely ower the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne’er come back again.
Chorus:
Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo’ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hielan’ men,
They trusted you dear Chairlie.
They kent your hidin’ in the glen,
Death or exile bravin’.
Chorus
We watched thee in the gloamin’ hour,
We watched thee in the mornin’ grey.
Tho’ thirty thousand pounds they gie,
O there is nane that wad betray.
Chorus
Sweet the laverock’s note and lang,
Liltin’ wildly up the glen.
But aye tae me he sings ae sang,
Will ye no’ come back again?
Chorus
gloamin’ = twilight
laverock = skylark
3. The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
‘Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
By the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,
Where deep in purple hue, the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’. Chorus
Bonnie = pretty; braes = hills; Loch Lomond: a lake in Scotland; gae = walk; high road = main road; low road = death; Ben Lomond = a mountain on the eastern shore of the Loch; Hieland = Highland, upcountry; gloamin’ = twilight
4. Heart of Wisdom
Words from the Prajñāpāramitāhṛdaya, Heart of Perfect Wisdom; music by Ishmael Wallace
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form: the Mystery of Incarnation. Gone, gone, crossed over, all crossed over, awakened — hail!
5. March for piano
By Ishmael Wallace
6. Arioso for piano
By Ishmael Wallace
7. Andante for piano
By Ishmael Wallace
8. Amazing Grace
Words by John Newton; music by William Walker
9. Pipers for piano
By Ishmael Wallace
10. El Novio de la Muerte (The Bridegroom of Death)
The unofficial hymn of La Legión Española. Words by Fidel Prado Duque, music by Juan Costa Casals. A synopsis:
“None knew his story, but the regiment guessed a pain gnawed at his heart. If asked, he’d reply reluctantly, ‘I am a man struck by the paw of Fortune; I am bridegroom of Death…’
Where the enemy’s fire was fiercest, he advanced, and died retrieving the Flag.
When at last they recovered his body, on his chest they found a letter and the portrait of a woman divinely beautiful. She wrote in the letter, ‘If God calls you, save a place for me; I will come right away’, and bade him a last farewell.
To be at your side, I became the bridegroom of Death…”
11. A Full Heart
For piano; by Ishmael Wallace
12. Sonnenuntergang
Poem by Friedrich Hölderlin, music by Peter Cornelius
Sunset
Where are you? Drunk on all your joys,
My soul goes into night; for a moment ago
I listened, as, full of golden
Tones, the lovely Sun Youth
Played his song of evening on a heavenly lyre;
It resounded all around the woods and hills.
But he’s gone far away, to pious
Peoples who still give him honor.
(translation by Ishmael Wallace)
Sonnenuntergang
Wo bist du? trunken dämmert die Seele mir
Von all deinen Wonnen; denn eben ist’s,
Daß ich gelauscht, wie goldner Töne
Voll der entzückende Sonnenjüngling
Sein Abendlied auf himmlischer Leier spielt’;
Es tönten rings die Wälder und Hügel nach.
Doch fern ist er zu frommen Völkern,
Die ihn noch ehren, hinweggegangen.
13. Forward! (March for Piano)
By Ishmael Wallace
