FIRE AND HEMLOCK
Diana Wynne Jones
ILLUSTRATED BY DAVID WYATT
Dedication
To Laura
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Part One New Hero
1 A dead sleep came over me And from my horse I fell
2 O I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh For young Tam Lin is there.
3 Abide you there a little space And I will show you marvels three
4 The steed that my true-love rides on Is fleeter than the wind; With silver he is shod before, With burning gold behind.
5 O see you not yon narrow road So thick beset with thorns and briars? That is the path of Righteousness, Though after it but few enquires.
6 O they rode on, and further on, The steed went swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide And living land was left behind.
Part Two Now Here
1 And fill your hands o’ the holy water And cast your compass round
2 She had not picked a rose, a rose, A rose but barely one, When up and started young Tam Lin
3 O they rode on and further on, They waded rivers above the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea.
4 The truth I’ll tell thee, Janet; In no word will I lie
5 But aye she grips and holds him fast
6 And pleasant is the fairy land For those that in it dwell, But at the end of seven years They pay a tax to hell.
Part Three Where Now?
1 It was mirk, mirk night, there was no starlight; They waded through red blood to the knee, For all the blood that’s shed on earth Runs through the springs of that country.
2 They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a serpent or a snake
3 But, Thomas, you shall hold your tongue
4 They’ll turn me in your arms, lady, Into a deer so wild, But hold me fast, don’t let me go
5 “Harp and carp, Thomas,” she said, “Harp and carp along with me, And if you dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your body I will be.”
6 They’ll shape me in your arms, lady, A hot iron at the fire, But hold me fast, don’t let me go, To be your heart’s desire.
7 Out then spoke her brother dear – He meant to do her harm – “There grows a herb in Carterhaugh…”
Part Four Nowhere
1 Had I the wit yestreen, yestreen, That I have got today, I’d pay my tax seven times to hell Ere you were won away!
2 O first let pass the black, lady, Then let pass the brown, But quickly run to the milk white steed—Pull you his rider down.
3 But the night is Hallowe’en, Janet, The morn is Hallowday
4 That is the path of Wickedness, Though some call it the Road to Heaven.
5 About the dead hour of the night She heard the bridles ring, And Janet was as glad of that As any earthly thing.
6 And see you not yon bonny road That winds across the ferny lea? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must be.
Coda scherzando
Coda They shaped him in her arms at last A mother-naked man
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