Fainting in Coyles
An occasional letter from the Heart of Euroville

Tuesday, March 09, 2004  

Songs to sing to a daughter

Singing seems to work, but what to sing? After experimenting with Flemish rhymes - impossible, and bowdlerised nursery tunes I have hit upon the perfect combination guaranteed to put a smile on her face, and if necessary, and sung at the correct volume and tone send her to sleep.
I bring you…
Sea shanties and hymns. So lets hear it for the Spanish ladies and the leaving of Liverpool. Thou whose almighty word, Immortal Invisible, Tell out my soul and Hills of the North Rejoice. I knew all those hours spent in Chapel at school would come to some good use in the end.

Oh yes and take a look at the third verse of Hills of the North.

Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free;
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.

When Charles Oakley wrote those words in the late 19th Century he could have been penning them for our own age.

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