The Session-Widow’s Lament jig

The Session-Widow's Lament has been added to 15 tunebooks.

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X: 1
T: The Session-Widow's Lament
R: jig
M: 6/8
L: 1/8
K: Gmaj
|D|GFG A2G|F2G A2c|BAG A2F|DGF G2D|
GFG A2G|F2G A2c|BAG A2F|DGF G2B|
dcd e2d|c2B ABc|dcB cBA|BAG DEF|
GFG A2G|F2G A2c|BAG A2F|D2G G2||

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The Session-Widow’s Lament

The Session-Widow’s Lament

A new song by Aidan Crossey. The tune is set out in abc format in the tune section here. Let me know what you think. I’m always messing about with oul’ nonsense like this … keeps me off the streets!

I rarely ever see my man, he’s always at the session
It didn’t figure in my plans, when the priest he gave his blessing
Each night I lie alone in bed, he’s off some other place instead
Then rolling home half drunk, half dead from playing at the session

I hardly see my man no more, since he’s took to the session
He eats his tea, then out the door, like lightning he is dashing
Where pipers drone and fiddlers flail, in rosin-dust and flowing ale
Our marriage it is growing stale, because of the oul’ session

Each night to God above I pray and seek his intercession
That he might with me one night stay, and forsake his oul session
I’d take him gladly in my arms and offer up my ample charms
And soon he’d see he’s been a barm to waste what he’s been missing

If I was an oul banjo, like he plays at the session
He’d have more time for me, I know - oh what a sad confession!
He’d pluck my strings both high and low, he’d play me fast and play me slow
And I’d sing every tune I know and make a quare impression

O woe betide the blushing bride that weds the trad musician
You’ll sleep alone most every night while he’s down at the session
Take my advice, don’t wed in haste, the banjo playing stopout baste
Or else your life you’ll surely waste, while he’s down at the session

If I can’t beat, I may well join, I’ll get some music lessons
I’ll learn the Kesh and the Mooncoin, and join in at the session
And when he hears me pipe a reel, his heart again once more I’ll steal
His lips again I yet might feel, a-coortin and a-kissin’

Comments welcomed!

Re: The Session-Widow’s Lament

Very humorous, Aidan. I like it. Is this YOUR man you’re talking about? Haha. ;)

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Did you write this tune? It’s cool!

Good man Aidan! You have a talent with the words. The tune is suspiciously similar to a Donegal song "Fuige Mise an baile seo" (excuse spelling!) roughly translated as "I will leave this town" .. but what’s the harm in that. I look forward to hearing you sing it!

Thanks!

The tune is hardly original … it occurred too easily. I’ll look up miles’ reference when I get a minute!

The song was based on remarks made by my missus a few weeks ago, since when I’ve limited my session-going activities!

Poetry

Since Widow and Widower have almost become synonymous, I offer the same glorious poetry above in the other gender (modified for the fiddle, which I play, instead of the banjo):

I rarely ever see my wife, she’s always at the session
It didn’t figure in my plans, when the priest he gave his blessing
Each night I lie alone in bed, she’s off some other place instead
Then rolling home half high, half dead from playing at the session.

I hardly see my wife no more, since she’s took to the session
She eats her tea, then out the door, like lightning she is dashing
Where pipers drone and fiddlers flail, in rosin-dust and flowing ale
Our marriage it is growing stale, because of the oul’ session.

Each night to God above I pray and seek his intercession
That she might with me one night stay, and forsake her oul’ session.
I’d take her gladly in my arms and offer up my ample charms
And soon she’d see she’s been a barm to waste what she’s been missing.

If I was a fiddle and bow, like she plays at the session
She’d have more time for me, I know - oh what a sad confession!
She’d pluck my strings both high and low, she’d play me fast and play me slow
And I’d sing every tune I know and make a quare impression

O woe betide the blushing groom that weds the trad musician
You’ll sleep alone most every night while she’s down at the session.
Take my advice, don’t wed in haste, the fiddle playing stopout baste
Or else your life you’ll surely waste, while she’s down at the session.

If I can’t beat, I may well join, I’ll get some music lessons
I’ll learn the Kesh and the Mooncoin, and join in at the session.
And when she hears me pipe a reel, her heart again once more I’ll steal
Her lips again I yet might feel, a-coortin and a-kissin’!