Under request (actually it was more like a death threat) from Marisa, I am
re-writing Carrick. No more mushy love scenes betwixt Cita and Miguel (I
killed him off!)! No more Drizzt! And best of all - the rating's gone
through the roof.
Actually, all this shares with the original is a prologue, a disease, and a few characters…
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1 Carrickfergus
I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrant,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
But the sea is wide and I can't swim over,
And neither have I the wings to fly.
If I could find me a handsome boatsman,
To ferry me over to my love and die.
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,
There are marble stones as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her,
But I'll sing no more now 'till I get a drink.
I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I'm sick now my days are over,
Come all ye young lads and lay me down.
***
"Hail Mary, full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners,
Now, and at the hour of our death.
In nomine Patris et Filius et Spiritui Sanctus, Amen."
The prayer echoed around the cell walls, a desperate plea to a God she fervently hoped existed.
***
The Nightmare came again. Black as night, the stallion ran up to him, crushing him with his hooves, breathing fire into his face, asphyxiating him with the smoke. Death, please ... NO. I will keep you alive. I want you to suffer. Want you to die. Oh, you poor mortal, I pity you. You will not die. Not for a thousand years and more. Curse the gods that rule your life, that did this to you.
***
I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I'm sick now my days are over,
Come all ye young lads and lay me down.
Actually, all this shares with the original is a prologue, a disease, and a few characters…
***
1 Carrickfergus
I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrant,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
But the sea is wide and I can't swim over,
And neither have I the wings to fly.
If I could find me a handsome boatsman,
To ferry me over to my love and die.
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,
There are marble stones as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her,
But I'll sing no more now 'till I get a drink.
I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I'm sick now my days are over,
Come all ye young lads and lay me down.
***
"Hail Mary, full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners,
Now, and at the hour of our death.
In nomine Patris et Filius et Spiritui Sanctus, Amen."
The prayer echoed around the cell walls, a desperate plea to a God she fervently hoped existed.
***
The Nightmare came again. Black as night, the stallion ran up to him, crushing him with his hooves, breathing fire into his face, asphyxiating him with the smoke. Death, please ... NO. I will keep you alive. I want you to suffer. Want you to die. Oh, you poor mortal, I pity you. You will not die. Not for a thousand years and more. Curse the gods that rule your life, that did this to you.
***
I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I'm sick now my days are over,
Come all ye young lads and lay me down.