Got some good news today. I listen to an old folk song sung by a group called Steeleye Span in 1970. It's called The Lowlands of Holland. Youtube link is
I used the words as inspiration for a song composed by our bardic heroine and changed those that needed changing to fit the story and circumstances.
The problem with putting song lyrics that are under copyright into your work is that those words belong to the copyright holder and they will want money for them. I just tracked back a version of the song to 1788 and the lyrics are pretty much identical (other than the spelling has changed over the centuries). That means those lyrics are no longer in copyright!
I've just gone thru
the old lyrics and independently translated the portions I want into modern English. Woot! Copyright free!!!
Attached file shows the original lyrics from back in the day:
Below are my lyrics. I'm hoping to hire a skilled music composer to record a version with my words. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. If you use the Steeleye Span tune for inspiration you won't go wrong. My version of the song is my character saying "I'm mad as hell and protesting about this!" It's not a sad and mournful, pity-me kind of song, as some modern versions are rendered. (I have no idea what the original tune sounds like, if someone does, I would be very thankful for a sound file!)
By the way, the Irish word Sidhe is pronounced "Shee", not like the English word side.)
The Love That I Have Chosen
The Love that I have chosen
and therewith be content,
and the salt sea shall be frozen
before that I repent.
Repent it shall I never
until the day I die;
but through the fears of princes
my Love can’t marry me.
My Love
wars in
the shadows
while I sit with the Sidhe,
‘tis enough to break a young thing’s heart
wha’ was to be a bride.
Wha’ was to be a bonny bride
with pleasure in her een;
but through the fears of princes
my Love can’t marry me.
My Love, he built a bower fine,
all for our wedding night,
and though I’ve never seen it, yet;
Oh, how can that be right?
Lo, a thousand years are wasted
and more to come I fear;
and through the fears of princes
my Love can’t marry me.
My Love has built another life
of lonely warring strife
and braved uncounted dangers there
all for to make me wife.
But I fear that only mortal wounds
will satisfy their fears.
Oh
Varda! Can’t they understand
my heart’s blood flows in tears?
And shall neither smile come on my face
nor comb come in my hair,
then shall neither star nor candlelight
shine in my bower there
And neither will I marry
until the day I’m free,
for I’ve never had a love but one,
and he can’t marry me.
Oh, hold your tongue, o maiden dear,
be still and be content.
There’s
men enough in elf-land fair,
ye need not sore lament.
Oh, there’s men enough in elf-land fair,
alas, there’s none for me!
For I never had a Love but one,
and he can’t marry me.