This is why I like Austin and science fiction conventions. Very much looking forward to FenCon next month, there will be many kilts. And it's very cool to wear a kilt in Austin, very much unlike Marin County, California. (People were downright rude about my husband's Utilikilt when we were there. They're fine with it in San Francisco, but as soon as you cross the Golden Gate Bridge, the tolerance for being different drops by a fair bit, for reasons I can't fathom.)
Fen? Maybe I should work on completing my version of "There Was A Lensman, A Scottish Lensman" (to the tune of "The Scottish Soldier", or "The Green Hills of Tyrol").
I got as far as the first verse, which is a gift, and the chorus:
"There was a Lensman, a Scottish Lensman Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, He fought in many a fray and fought and won He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But now he's sighing his heart is crying To leave these green girls of Lyrane.
Because these green girls are not highland girls Or the Lyrane girls they're not my land's girls, As fair as these green foreign girls may be They are not the girls of home."
Pedants may argue that the girls of Lyrane II were not, in fact, green, but I plead poetic licence...
"There was a Lensman, a Scottish Lensman Who wandered far away and donned the Lensman's grey There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, He fought in Mentor's fray and fought and won He's seen the glory, ne'r told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But now he's sighing his heart is crying To leave these black hills of Eddore.
Because these green girls are not highland girls Pink Chickladorian girls are not my land's girls, As fair as these green alien girls may be They are not the girls of home."
2. And now this lensman, this Scottish lensman, Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees Edrore falling, and death is calling And he must fade away, on that dark land He lensed his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside Not on these black hills of Eddore Chorus:
3. And now this lensman this Scottish lensman Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside A piper plays this lensman home He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But he will cease now, he is at peace now Far from the black hills of Eddore
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Date: 2008-09-07 07:33 pm (UTC)Maybe I should work on completing my version of "There Was A Lensman, A Scottish Lensman" (to the tune of "The Scottish Soldier", or "The Green Hills of Tyrol").
I got as far as the first verse, which is a gift, and the chorus:
"There was a Lensman, a Scottish Lensman
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in many a fray and fought and won
He's seen the glory, he's told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing his heart is crying
To leave these green girls of Lyrane.
Because these green girls are not highland girls
Or the Lyrane girls they're not my land's girls,
As fair as these green foreign girls may be
They are not the girls of home."
Pedants may argue that the girls of Lyrane II were not, in fact, green, but I plead poetic licence...
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Date: 2008-09-07 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-07 08:45 pm (UTC)Who wandered far away and donned the Lensman's grey
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in Mentor's fray and fought and won
He's seen the glory, ne'r told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing his heart is crying
To leave these black hills of Eddore.
Because these green girls are not highland girls
Pink Chickladorian girls are not my land's girls,
As fair as these green alien girls may be
They are not the girls of home."
2. And now this lensman, this Scottish lensman,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees Edrore falling, and death is calling
And he must fade away, on that dark land
He lensed his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside
Not on these black hills of Eddore
Chorus:
3. And now this lensman this Scottish lensman
Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
A piper plays this lensman home
He's seen the glory, he's told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But he will cease now, he is at peace now
Far from the black hills of Eddore