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Lyr ADD: Stolen Child (Yeats, McKennitt)

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keberoxu 31 Oct 22 - 05:43 PM
GUEST,Moleskin Joe 06 Mar 01 - 10:48 AM
MartinRyan 06 Mar 01 - 05:15 AM
Joe Offer 06 Mar 01 - 05:09 AM
MartinRyan 06 Mar 01 - 04:49 AM
GUEST,kathmandoobiedoo 06 Mar 01 - 04:30 AM
dulcimer 11 Dec 97 - 07:18 PM
Nonie Rider 08 Dec 97 - 01:05 PM
Ezio, Italy 06 Dec 97 - 02:35 AM
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stolen Child (Yeats)
From: keberoxu
Date: 31 Oct 22 - 05:43 PM

Oh, that is one of my favorite early/youthful Yeats poems.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yeats stolen child
From: GUEST,Moleskin Joe
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 10:48 AM

This was recorded in the eighties by the Waterboys with some of the words spoken by, I think, the owner of the local pub where some of the recording was done. I think it was in Spiddal.

Good Luck,

Ian M.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yeats stolen child
From: MartinRyan
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:15 AM

Joe

I haven't even listened to the sample - just chased up the link in a quiet moment in class!

I agree its a fine air. I'm not normally keen on setting well known poems to music - but this one works very well. I've been known to sing it myself. I love Phil's version of it - preferably when he does it unaccompanied, mind you. As far as I know, the air is Loreeena McKennits alright.

Regards


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yeats stolen child
From: Joe Offer
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:09 AM

Hmmmm. I wonder who did the recording on that page you linked to, Martin. It's terrific. CDNow (www.cdnow.com) has samples of the song recorded by Golden Bough, Phil Callery, and Loreena McKennitt - and the recording you linked to isn't any of the three. I have the McKennitt "Elemental" album, which apparently came out as an LP in 1985. It lists McKennitt as the source of the music, and Golden Bough credits her for the tune, too. It's a great tune....er, "air."

-Joe Offer-


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Subject: ADD: Stolen Child (W.B. Yeats)
From: MartinRyan
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 04:49 AM

There you go!

Regards



Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water-rats;

There we've hid our fairy vats,

Full of berries

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances,

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whisper in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Away with us he's going.
The solemn-eyed;

He´ll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal-chest.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

~ W.B. Yeats ~

In this poem, Yeats confronts natural life with a super-natural life of fairies which is less desirable. Of course, the "Natural World" is not ideal - it is a world of sorrow and weeping - , and yet, the sad tone of the poem becomes more intense in the fourth stanza when the child leaves this real world together with the fairies ("away with us he´s going"). Suddenly, it is the rural ("calves on the warm hillside"), domestic ("kettle on the hob") and daily world that could have brought peace to the child ("sing peace into his breast"). The child will not find peace in this temptingly described world of the fairies.

The water between Yeats's antithetic worlds contains an empire of fairies ("Zwischen-Reich"). This empire
is described by Yeats in stanzas one to three. In the chorus, the fairyland is called a "water-world" ("Come away ... to the waters"). Here, in Yeats's lyric poetry as well as in Irish folklore, by which Yeats was influenced, fairies are the seducers of the mortal ("Come away": They want to "steal" the human child and they will not not fail. The child will be stolen as it is mentioned in the title). In order to reach their aim, the fairies apparently offer the values of the immortal world. In "The Stolen Child" the promised joy of the fairyland is the departure from the "world of  weeping", the natural world, the world of the mortal. 

But the poetic representation of the fairies in the lyric poetry of William Butler Yeats clearly shows that the fairies' water-world does not keep what it promises (cf. last stanza). (Harald Münster, LKE)


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Subject: Yeats stolen child
From: GUEST,kathmandoobiedoo
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 04:30 AM

Does anyone know the words to yeats's Stolen Child?

It goes- come away you stolen child, to the watersd and the wild, with a fairy hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping then you can understand

Thankyou

Willow


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Subject: RE: LYR ADD: Stolen child
From: dulcimer
Date: 11 Dec 97 - 07:18 PM

I listening to an old tape of music off the radio from Thistle and Shamrock I heard this poem with background done by the Waterboys. Spoke the main words and sang the refrain. Very effective.


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Subject: RE: LYR ADD: Stolen child
From: Nonie Rider
Date: 08 Dec 97 - 01:05 PM

Steven Savitsky (filker) performs a version of this, sung to his wife, as a memorial to their late child. I believe his tune's his own. I haven't heard McKennitt's version for comparison.


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Subject: Lyr Add: STOLEN CHILD (Yeats, McKennitt)^^
From: Ezio, Italy
Date: 06 Dec 97 - 02:35 AM

STOLEN CHILD (5:05)

Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.

CHORUS

Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand


Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.

CHORUS

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above glen car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams

CHORUS

Away with us he's going
The solemned eyed
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace unto his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.

CHORUS

For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

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Lyrics by W.B. Yeats; music by Loreena McKennitt
Sung by Loreena McKennitt on "Elemental"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ai-uIhppMfU


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