early australian convict song: moreton bay

our tyrant his mortal stroke

a antive black waiting there in ambush did give our tyrant his mortal stroke

here’s my newest mp3. it’s an iconic australian song. every schoolchild learns it. it is historical in every sense of the word.

you can read about it here: . you’ll find the lyrics here too, with minor differences.

i hope you enjoy it.
wyverne /|\

at last! weird lady mary, in cornish!

weird lady mary

arloedhes marya orwir

Arloedhes Marya

Ev a dheuth dhe dharas ow chi
dhiworth y balys brav.
Skant lavar, mes y ovis –
ogh, gortos bys vykken a wra!
Golok y dhewlagas dryst
moy guv es ol y lavar!
Mes mann ny en vy dhodho
hag ev genev vy puptra.

A owrlin ha las hy gon,
a’y sav yn hy lowarth hi:
Arloedhes Marya orwir!
Ny ganso le mann dhedhi.
Ow bos benyn bries dhodho
ow mynnes y hwodhya yn ta!
Mes mann ny en vy dho dho
hag ev genev vy puptra.

Yma ev yn y balys brav
war y weli bleujyowek ha teg.
Deges y dhewlagas guv,
dryst y enep ha hweg.
Yn mysk an gynoryon oll
prag y talav dhe gyni betha?
Rag mann ny en vy dho dho
hag ev genev vy puptra.

the tune is lovely. i couldn’t find one on-line so i’ll try to get up enough courage to post an mp3 i made of it on the bardic forum. it’s a bit rough and ready:oops: here’s a literal translation:

Lady Mary

‘He came to my cottage door
from his fine palace.
Few words, but his glance –
oh, it will stay for ever!
The look of his sad eyes
kinder than all his words!
But nothing was I to him
and he was everything to me!’

Of silk and lace her gown,
she stands in her garden:
weird Lady Mary
She has no place with him.
‘To be a bride to him
I wished it, he well knew!
But nothing was I to him
and he was everything to me.

There he is in his fine palace
on his beautiful flowery bed.
Closed his kindly eyes,
sad his face and kindly.
‘Among the keeners all
why should i presume to keen?
For nothing was I to him
and he was everything to me.

i’ve checked it pretty carefully but there may be small errors in it. if anyone can help me with corrections i’ll be truly grateful

for the traditional version of Lady Mary:

my wyld career . . .

Medieval Fair in the Adelaide Hills

Medieval Fair in the Adelaide Hills


Damh the Bard,

Wendy Rule



Dave the Bard is coming from England, and Australia’s own Wendy Rule will be double-billing with him. There will be plenty of pagan, folk and pagan folk-singers, and among them by a stroke of good fortune will be  me. yes, me, the wyverne,  derserving little lizard that i am.

being a good ‘hard-bitten editor of SS, when i heard that damh tha Bard was coming to Oz, I at once wanted to know all about it. SCOOOP i yelled and sent several elfish and two gnomic reporters to every relevant scene and soon had the story written up. BUT, when a difficulty arose and i offered to fill a vacant time-slot with a few lusty ol ballads and a bit of folky caterwauling, a pagan spell-casting ululation or two and whatever comes out of the cauldron, whatever awen pulls out of the hat for us, brows were knitted, deep breaths taken and held and then slowly released and then the audition, i.e. my soundclick at to my amazement and delight i passed the test and lo, my first real live performance as a folk singer, and my god, look who else is on the programme! It’s a wonderful line-up, and a great opportunity for me, my guitar and my ever-evolving repertoire of long-loved and carefully cherished songs. hey, didn’t i tell everyone brighid had me by the ear, and me kicking and screaming and herself red in the face shaking me by the scruff of the neck and shouting ‘strike the iron while it’s hot!’ yea, verily, i do believe that’s her dulcet strains from the faerie glens of the transcendental elf-worlds of planet earth. now grab that sledge-hammer, wyverne and hit it, man.