Yay! Another chapter up! I have been so busy with school and work it's been hard to update. ? Now a note to readers, this is officially the first chapter of this story- it is also one of my favorites.
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Within the walls of a modest Manor in Kent, a married man of Irish descent sat in a rocking chair in the sitting room by the fire.
Being rocked in his arms, was his three-year-old daughter, who had asked for a lullaby before she went to sleep.
His wife was asleep soundly in her room, so the man smiled, taking joy in the moments spent with his little girl.
"Which one would you like, my dear?"
The girls head lolled heavily as she fought the sleep threatening to overtake her.
"The lady fair"(1)
The man laughed and prepared to sing.
My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
As he sang, his voice filled with longing and remembrance as he recalled how lovely his first wife had been...
She stepped away from me and she moved thru' the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
And she made her way homeward with one star awake
As swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The man felt his daughter nodding off, and swelled with pride that he had her, holding her close.
Last night, She came to me, She came softly in
So softly she came that her feet made no din,
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
Is that the end of the song, Papa? the little girl asked, trying to stifle a yawn.
The man smiled, running his fingers through his daughters reddish golden hair. She looked so much like her mother, it brought tears to his eyes...
My love, she married me,
I loved her as glass
And soon she gave birth to
A bonnie sweet lass...
The man smiled as he tapped his daughters nose. As he remembered, his eyes filled with tears. Tears of pain and grief as he struggled to finish the verse.
She smiled, her eyes closed
And with her last sigh
Whispered "Darling, I'll love you
forever, mo ghrá..."
His little girl was asleep now, so the man prayed yet another blessing over her future...
Yonder lass, she grew to be
Kindest maiden so fair
So beautiful was she,
That all men lost air
The man smirked as he recalled noticing a student of his eyeing his daughter out of curiosity...
In all of her suitors
She denied brute and sod
Joining heart and hand with
A humble man of God...
The man carried his little girl to her room, placing a kiss on her forehead as he gently tucked her in. He stared at her one last time in the doorway, before retiring to his own room for the night.
"Pleasant dreams, Felicity..."
(1) She Walked through the Fair belongs to the writer itself. I only lay claim and artistic license to the last four (2) verses.
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