A wee bit ago, I decided to write the saddest Irish ballad that has ever been written in the history of civilization.
I succeeded. And as a St. Patrick’s Day gift, I now share it with you. This song was sung by the very talented young Miss Ryenne Bair. The pictures were created by giving increasingly chaotic prompts to an AI image generation bot.
This video is not at all theological in nature, but I get to do that once every 13 years, and if you don’t like it, I will pelt you with sheep kidneys on the sands of Darnadoogle by the Sea.
Lyrics:
It was here at the cove, feels so long ago
When we danced in the low evening tide
I was clumsy and brittle, you laughed just a little
And asked me if I’d be your bride
But you said we’d need treasure before we could tether
And hired your gun to that ship
And as I wept goodbye, you sang out “Don’t you cry
In a year I’ll be kissing your lips”
Come on home, my love, come on home, my love
Come and make me your woman at last
Kiss me on the shore. That’s the vow you swore
And the year of your wand’rin’ has passed
Though you tarried a while, still I couldn’t help smile
When you wrote of your days on the sea
All the glory you sought, all the battles you fought
All the money you stored up for me
But I already said yes, I can wear Mother’s dress
I don’t need pockets brimming with wealth
And I don’t need a ring. I’d be rich as a queen
If only you’d give me yourself
Come on home, my love, come on home, my love
Come and make me your woman at last
Kiss me on the shore. That’s the vow you swore
But a year and another has passed
It was early September when I got the letter
Your captain had vowed you he’d write
Only two hundred miles from our home on this isle
When the cannonballs ripped through the night
And I heard you were brave. There were many you saved
From the bullets, the fire, and heat
And he said without shame that you called out my name
When the wreck pulled you into the deep
Come on home, my love, come on home, my love
Come and make me your woman at last
Kiss me on the shore. That’s the vow you swore
Don’t let another day pass
Come on home, my love, come on home, my love
Don’t forget your promise to me
I’m standing on this shore. Keep the vow you swore.
Don’t let the last thing you kiss be the floor of the sea
