#mummery

Art print "Pochód Kolędników" by Natalia Noszczynska

Mummery 

Come all you ladies and gentlemen,

For tis here we are with our famous wran

With a heart full of cheering for every man

To rise up a booze before the year is gone.

*

Mr O’Leary we came to see,

With our wran so weak and feeble,

The wran is poor and we can’t feed him,

So we hope your honour will relieve him

*

We’ve hunted our wran three miles and more

We’ve hunted this wran all around Glandore

Through hedges and ditches and fields so green,

And such fine sport was never seen.

*

As we copied our wran again

Which caused our wran-boys for to sing,

She stood erect and wagged her tail,

And swore she’d send our boys to jail.

*

As we went up through Leaca Bhuidhe

We met our wran upon a tree,

Up with a cubit and gave him a fall,

And we’ve brought him here to visit you all.

*

This the wran you may plainly see,

She is well mounted on a holly tree,

With a bunch of ribbons by his side

And the Ballydehob boys to be his guide.

*

The wran, the wran, the king of all birds,

St Stephen’s day he was caught in the furze,

Although he is little, his family is great,

So rise up landlady and fill us a treat.

*

And if you fill it of the best,

We hope in Heaven your soul will rest,

But if you fill it of the small,

It won’t agree with our boys at all.

*

To Mr O’Leary and his wife

We wish them both a happy life,

With their pockets full of money, and their cellars full of beer,

We now wish a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

*

And now, our song is ended, we have no more to say,

We hope you’re not offended for coming here today,

For coming here this morning we think it is not wrong,

So give us our answer and let us all be gone.

———This was recorded in the 1930s by John Levis, aged 32, who took it down from Jeremiah Driscoll, aged 64 years. Jeremiah had been a Wren Boy in Ballydehob.

Under the Cut - the screenshot archive for the Lost in the Lab story arc. I received some very kind complements on these pictures, so I wanted to pull them together in one post!

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This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla. @staff-of-eldering

Amon was momentarily distracted by the fantastic array of wardrobe, and the very stylish lab gear recommended. But the more Node spoke, the more concerned the Allagan grew. He quickly picked up his Tomepad and reviewed this new “high priority” item on his schedule, golden eyes flicking over it in question, especially due the lack of details.

Patient? What patient? He hadn’t requested biological donors, either.

“Now!” the Allagan heard himself say. “We’re going to the lab right now!”

It was rather troubling that the nodes had set up a workspace and tweaked his schedule without his knowledge – where had they gotten that kind of freedom of agency? But even more than that…

The idea that there was a “patient” at ready meant that someone else was now involved in the depths of the Central Lab of Syrcus Tower, and he probably had a lot of explaining to do. Or not do. It just depended on who was down there. The Allagan was already on his feet, throwing a sleeve of a lab coat over one arm in the act of donning it, and heading for the door.

“Node, do not tell me you’ve locked Tad in the aetherobiochemical study environment again,” Amon frowned. “I know he’s a curious specimen, but last time, ‘twas all I could do to persuade him not to use you for Nodeball practice afterwards!”

Something within Amon only hoped it was just Tad he’d have to pacify this time.