The Sad Song

(To the tune of "Carrickfergus")
©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



This is a sad song,
A sad, sad story
You will remember,
When the song is through
As I sit before you
And I tell my story
You must believe me
That the tale is true

But the song is long
And it has barely started
I'm broken hearted
As the story is told
And you will join me
In the ranks of sorrow
This is a sad song
Let the tale unfold

The tears are wellin'
Your eyes are swellin'
You sniff back your sorrow
And you tear your hair
You'll hug your neighbor
And you'll weep together
You'll cry for hours
It's too much to bear

But the song is long
And it has barely started
I'm broken hearted
As the story is told
And you will join me
In the ranks of sorrow
This is a sad song
Let the tale unfold

You'll toss and turn tonight
If you hear my story
Your spouse will leave you
Cause you wail and sob
You'll neglect your children
You'll abuse your fuzzy pet
You'll be so despondent

You will quit your job
But the song is long
And it has barely started
I'm broken hearted
As the story is told
And you will join me
In the ranks of sorrow
This is a sad song
Let the tale unfold

Now I am a minstrel
And it is my duty
To touch your feelings
And to make you think
I'll rip your heart out
And I'll dance upon it
But I'll sing no more now
Till I get a drink

My cup is right here
But I would like it much better
If it were wetter
With some good strong brown ale
Or wine or water
Or mead or cider
My cup is empty 
what a sad, sad tale.


Eleanor's note: This is what happens when I try to write a nice depressing piece of music on the way to an event, with Aeron in the car.