Posted by J Russell
When this album came out in the mid-1990s I lived with my sister, Finky Wink, in Clapton. One November we had a mad party and in the small hours we switched from playing dance music from the charts to some tracks on this album ~ everyone dancing to the Irish folk music was one of the best times I can remember in my life, it was just joyful.
This is a sad song, a warning to women. We didn’t dance to this one.
The following day I had the worst hangover of my life (tequila).
And the moral of this post is? Well, aside from the song’s sad but true sentiment: don’t eat the damn worm.
Posted by J Russell
It’s a song I liked from a long time ago, probably stemming from the Raggle Taggle Gypsies in my formative years. Carries a folk music warning if you are not of that persuasion.
I had always found the lyrics more or less incomprehensible, so I looked them up.
As I roved out on a summer’s morning a-speculating most curiously
To my surprise, I there espied a charming fair maid approaching me
I stood awhile in deep meditation contemplating what I should do
‘Til at length recruiting all my sensations I thus accosted the Cailin Rua
Are you Aurora or the goddess Flora, Artemidora or Venus bright?
Or Helen, fair beyond compare, that Paris stole from the Grecian sight?
Oh fairest maiden, you have enslaved me, I’m captivated in Cupid’s clew
Your golden sayings are infatuations that have enslaved me, a Cailin Rua
Kind sir, be easy and do not tease me with your false praises so jestingly
Your dissimulation and invocation are vaunting praises alluring me
I am not Aurora or the goddess Flora, I’m a rural maid to all men’s view
Who’s here condoling my situation, my appelation the Cailin Rua
Oh were I Hector, that noble victor, who died a victim to Grecian skill
Or were I Paris whose deeds are various, an arbitrator on Ida’s Hill
I’d rage through Asia like Abyssinia Pennsylvania seeking you
The burning raygions like sage Orpheus to see your face, my sweet Cailin Rua
From the album ‘Playing with Fire’