On my Master’s garden wall
© 2007 Joe and Rebecca Duval
an original song by THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh
written in the style of Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
in honor of TRM Edric IV and Faizeh and for the glory of Caid
on the occasion of Caid Arts Fair and Pentathlon AS XLI (2007)
On my Master’s garden wall,
Blossoms fare well for his hall;
Servant men stand at his hand,
Each to do the best that he can.
The Master shows his garden well
To each man there this tale would tell.
And who could fault a man his pride,
Or the comfort that he finds inside?
Thomas lays his fertile beds,
Grassy pillow for their heads;
Avery tends his youngest seeds,
Gentle hands are his offerings;
And Ambrose offers words of praise,
Every flower responds to his ways.
If this be the truth now to tell,
Each man there does do his job well.
Lilies bloom and rosebuds swell
From this bower planted well;
Blossoms spring forth at his feet.
Beauty faded now smells so sweet,
And heavy-laden boughs stand tall,
Bearing forth the most fruit of all.
And servant men their Master praise,
For their toiling in such pleasant ways.