New Worlds

I am living in a new country and looking toward another. I suppose there's a wanderlust in my heart that keeps me moving. I was talking with my visitors yesterday about places we have lived and they asked me, "Where do you consider home?" I didn't have an answer. I don't really have one, I guess. Maybe I'm just still looking — or maybe I'll never have one. I'm Snufkin.

There's a popular song in pubs here, "The Irish Rover" — be sure to know the words when you come, as you will have to sing it.

I've been a wild rover for many's the year

I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer

But now I'm returning with gold in great store

And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never, 

No, nay never no more 

Will I play the wild rover,

No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent

And I told the landlady me money was spent

I asked her for credit, she answered me nay

Such a customer as you I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never,

No, nay never no more

Will I play the wild rover,

No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright

And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight

She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best

And the words that you told me were only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never,

No, nay never no more

Will I play the wild rover,

No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done

And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son

And, when they've caressed me as oft times before

I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,

No, nay never no more

Will I play the wild rover,

No never no more

Maybe I'll change: maybe I just need to find the right home. I always thought it was London, but now I'm not sure. More to explore, always. Is love the only thing to create a home?

Filed under: C. Margery Kempe, contemporary romance, Discussion, inspiration, Kit Marlowe