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Oliver Goldsmith (born 1730) was an anglo-irish poet and writer. His book, Mrs. Mary Blaze, An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, a nursery rhyme work, was illustrated by the artist Randolph Caldecott.

Good people all with one accord,
Lament for Mary Blaize,
She never wanted one good word,
From those who spoke her praise,
The needy seldom passed her door,
And always found her kind,
She freely lent to all the poor,
Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighbour hood to please,
With manners wondrous winning,
She never followed wicked ways,
Unless when she was sinning,
At church in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumbered in her pew,
But when she closed her eyes.

Her love was sought I do declare,
By twenty beaux and more,
The King himself did seem to care,
Where she had walked before,
But wealth and finery all fled,
And hangers-on all gone,
The doctors found when she was dead,
The life within her none.

Let us lament in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say,
That had she lived a twelve month more,
She had not died today.

John Doyle is an irish musician and composer. With an extensive work as an acoustic guitarist for several bands and celtic folk artists, Doyle is now facing a solo career.

From his 2005 album, Wayward, this is Bitter the Parting, with english singer Kate Rusby.

With a red rose in Summer, the leaves soft and green
You walked without speaking your arm held in mine
And the lon dubh* was singing as we passed by
Bitter the parting of lovers entwined

You said you loved me, you said you cared
You told me you’d never go and leave me behind
But the one that I loved has altered his mind
And Bitter the parting of lovers entwined

I have to leave now, this place I adore
No more can I wander these wild glens and shores
For those tyrants have robbed me, of house and land pride
And it’s bitter the parting of lovers entwined

The dew from the morning still hung from the leaves
The dogs they were barking from over the fields
When you sighed and I cried for what we have done
And it’s bitter the parting of the wounded in love

So we kissed and we parted and from her I did steer
I sat by the river and watched it flow by
Like time in a bottle it weaves and it glides
Bitter the parting of lovers entwined

(*Lon dubh: a blackbird)

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Image: Wikimedia Commons

Jack Frost is a folkloric character, related to winter and cold weather. His roots are possibly Viking and Anglo-Saxon. He’s often depicted with a paint brush, coloring foliages with the several tones of autumn and winter.

Little  Jack Frost, a tale of the trees, in the voice of the “first lady of british folk”,
Kate Rusby
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Here is a tale of the trees in a wood
They were never that pleased on the land that they stood.
So they upped and they walked as far as they could
‘Til they felt the sun shine on their branches.

I was little boy lost, and I was little boy blue
I am little Jack Frost but I am warm through and through
It’s not easy to hide when your heart’s on full view
Oh, tonight, cruel world be forgiving
Oh, for once in my life I am living.

There they did stand and there they did stay
When there came a young boy who was running away
From a mad world, a bad world, a world of decay
And it’s comfort he sought in their branches

I was little boy lost, and I was little boy blue
I am little Jack Frost and but I am warm through and through
It’s not easy to hide when your heart’s on full view
Oh, tonight, cruel world be forgiving
Oh, for once in my life I am living.

There we found love and there we found joy
And the warmth in his heart oh, it filled the young boy
And his friends taught him magic and secrets of old
While the trees kept him safe with their branches.

I was little boy lost, and I was little boy blue
I am little Jack Frost but I am warm through and through
It’s not easy to hide when your heart’s on full view
Oh, tonight cruel world be forgiven

I was little boy lost, and I was little boy blue
I’m little Jack Frost but I am warm through and through
It’s not easy to hide when your heart’s on full view
Oh, tonight, cruel world be forgiving
Oh, for once in my life I am living.

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