A Poem for Driving off into Welsh Mountain Passes from Fertile Valleys

[ellenkushner]

(. . . although, to be honest, Dyfed is about the only part of Wales we are *not* going through. But there are mountains. And much cattle, and toothsome sheep - had some last night!)

The War-Song of Dinas Vawr
by
Thomas Love Peacock (1785–1866)


THE MOUNTAIN sheep are sweeter,
But the valley sheep are fatter;
We therefore deem’d it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition; 5
We met an host and quell’d it;
We forced a strong position
And kill’d the men who held it.

On Dyfed’s richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing, 10
We made a mighty sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rush’d to meet us;
We met them, and o’erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us, 15
But we conquer’d them, and slew them.

As we drove our prize at leisure,
The king march’d forth to catch us:
His rage surpass’d all measure,
But his people could not match us. 20
He fled to his hall-pillars;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sack’d his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.

We there, in strife bewildering, 25
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphan’d many children
And widow’d many women.
The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen: 30
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,
And much their land bemoan’d them,
Two thousand head of cattle 35
And the head of him who own’d them:
Ednyfed, King of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus. 40

Comments

[howl-at-the-sun.livejournal.com]

That is wonderfully, wonderfully eerie.

[klwalton.livejournal.com]

Ah, my people! Well, 1/4 of me... my... mine? Something :).

I envy you in the most wonderful way. Iechyd da!

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Crap! I know that first verse from a parody somewhere and now it will drive me nuts until I remember.... Don't *think* it's Silverlock.

[vcmw]

Bits of verse 2 were used in a samples and bass type song sometime in the late 80s or early 90s. I remember it from a street cassette tape sample thing.

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

Several years ago I went to a couple of Pagan Spirit Gatherings*, and at the last one I attended there was a presentation about the importance of cattle raiding in English folklore. Just as it was about to start a guy from one of the campsites up the hill came tearing down, snatched the toy cow that was staked in front of the speaker, then dashed off yelling, "MY COW, MY COW, MYYYYYYYY COWWWWWWWWW!!!" at the top of his lungs.

This lead to a orgiastic flury of cattle raiding (I cattle raided someone's car by wrapping a string of pink yard I had around the front bumper, while hanging onto one of the front wheels & yelling, "MINE! MINE CAR!!"...) Near the end of the week there was raid of spectacular proportions, which caused one of the women from our camp (the Babylonians)to rush out of her tent, whirrling a golf club over her head, while shouting, "Waittaminute, I'm Their Lawyer"!
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*Yes, I am that kind of a Baptist.

[orbitalmechanic.livejournal.com]

I've heard the first four lines, but wow, the rest of it is extraordinary.

[incandescens]

Ex Libris

While John's books are profounder,
Tom's have more varied matter;
I therefore think it sounder
To carry off the latter.
I wander in to visit
For coffee at eleven,
Say, "That's a new one, is it?"
And leave with six or seven.

My promise is mere feigning:
I never do return them;
And he has stopped complaining --
I think he thinks I burn them.
Indeed,when he tried writing
To state his loss and ire,
His books themselves suppplied my shelves
And his letters lit my fire.

-- Audrey L. Laski

(For a New Statesman competition in 1955.)

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

It is sad but true that whenever there was turbulence in early mediaeval England, Welsh rulers would come over the border and burn Shrewsbury and Hereford. The historian in me feels obliged to point out that raids into Dyfed at the period referred to by Peacock would have resulted in cattle but not sheep. But it doesn't detract from the fun of the metre -- or from the way in which such Peacockry influenced Tolkien as a poet.

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

T. H. White, The Once and Future King, I think somewhere in The Sword and the Stone. I'd forgotten, if I ever knew, that the T. H. White version had an ancestor!

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

The eagles sing it in Tolkien.

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

We used to do that at Pennsic! People would bring lawn ornament sheep and stuff to put on their campsites so there could be raids!

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

You're right! (It finally came to me in the car this morning :-)

Scotland the Brave

[(Anonymous)]

Have been following your travels. Any chance you are heading up to Scotland? I am here till Oct 9.

Jane