A song for Peltarch

[Caoimh]

An elven bard can be heard occasionally performing this bittersweet song by the sundial in Peltarch city…

Raised on songs & stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales & glories that once was Peltarch town
The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting bardic rhymes
That once was Peltarch city in the rare ould times

Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Peltarch city in the rare ould times

My name it is Mike Gelon, as Peltarch as can be
Born hard & late on Cooper Street, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a harvester, lost out to Filtan's greed
Like my house that fell to Koreth's war, my trade's a memory

& I courted Lilly Hollowmoon, as pretty as you please
A wayward child of Tennem, from the civic's liberties
I lost her to an elven chap, her father's wealth his goal
When he took her off to Hoarsgate town, she took away my soul

Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Peltarch city in the rare ould times

The years have made me bitter, the Velvet dims me brain
'Cause Peltarch keeps on changing & nothing seems the same
The Senate & the Tower's gone, Rath Ashald long cut down
As the great unyielding masonry makes a city of my town

Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Peltarch city in the rare ould times

Fare thee well sweet Anna Icelace, I can no longer stay
& watch the new bright faces, that spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Peltarch in the rare ould times.

((See the actual Dublin version for the tune and feels!))