All I knew of Rick Fielding was what he posted, a few photos, and what other people said about him. I don't even play the guitar.

Yet when I saw this thread at the top, I cried. Such is the power of the Mudcat. The love and respect that this community has shown for him demonstrates very clearly that here was one extraordinary human being, and I felt a sense of great loss.

Sorry I never met you this time around Rick. I will raise a glass to you.

Jenny


PARTING GLASS

Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
I swear it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
And she surely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all