Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Ailein Duinn

Ailein Duinn

traditional Scottish song for solo female voice,
a lament that was written in Gàidhlig for Ailean Moireasdan ("Alan Morrison")
by his fiancée, Annag Chaimbeul ("Annie Campbell").

In 1788, Ailean, a sailor, set off with his ship to Scalpay, Harris, where he and Annag would be married.
In a tragic twist, the ship sailed into a storm and all on board were lost.

Annag was devastated and lost her will to live, dying several months later.

Her body was later discovered on the beach, not far from where Ailean's body was found.

Before she died, Annag composed this lament for her lost love.

Love & light

Dunvegan Castle and the fairy flag....

I must share with you all again one of my favourite pieces of faery lore:

The Fairy flag

( Picture above from film :
Swept from the sea)

A Scottish enchantment .................

Dunvegan Castle, Skye

The Fairy Flag....

The story goes that many centuries ago the MacLeod chief of the time fell in love with a beautiful fairy princess, and she likewise with him.
However, when the princess asked the King of the Fairies, her father, for permission to marry the handsome and dashing Chief, he refused on the common-sense grounds that the Chief would only break her heart, because, as all know well, humans grow old and die whilst the "Shining Folk" live forever.
She wept in such bitter disappointment that the King, not being a complete killjoy, agreed that the two lovers might be married, but only for one year and one day, after which time she must return to the land of Fairie leaving behind everything from the human world.
The Chief and his new Lady MacLeod were totally enraptured with each other and it was therefore no surprise when 9 months on, a strapping and handsome son was born to the happy couple to great Clan rejoicing and celebration.
The dreaded day, of course, soon came when the beloved Lady MacLeod had to cash in her return ticket and head back to Fairy land. She had no choice. To break her promise would mean a terrible and wrathful curse descending on the people of Skye at the vengeful hands of the Fairy King and the Fairie Raide, a kind of fairy SS of the day, not to be messed with.

She left the broken-hearted Chief and her baby son, hugging both one final time, before running in tears from the castle to join her waiting father on the bridge now known as "The Fairy Bridge", from where she disappeared forever.
Before she went, however, she made her husband promise that the child would never be left alone or be given cause to cry, for the sound of her own son's cries would reach her even as far away as Fairy Land, and this she simply could not bear.
The Chief kept his promise, but his grief at the loss of the woman he loved was completely overwhelming and a deep depression lasting many months sank in over both him and the Clan.
The clan folk decided that something must be done to lift his spirits so, on his birthday, a great Ceilidh (party) was arranged with full finger buffet, free bar and disco 'til dawn.
The Chief had always been a keen dancer and, sure enough, the rousing sound of the bagpipes soon got him up and bopping and laughing for the first time since her Ladyship's departure.
So great and so loud were the ensuing celebrations that the young nursemaid assigned to look after the infant Laird left his nursery in curious wonderment to watch the people in their finery and listen to the wonderful and uplifting music, from the top of the stairs.
She did not hear the wails of the waking bairn over all the noise from below. In her absence the child had kicked off his covers and was crying with the cold. His pitiful sobbing was soon heard by his mother in Fairy Land, however, just as she had predicted, and she appeared at once by his crib, taking him in her arms, comforting him and drying his tears whilst wrapping him in her silk shawl to warm the wee chap up again.
She whispered a few magic words in his ears, laid him back down, sang him a soothing song, kissed him on the forehead, and then was gone.
The nursemaid returned and stood by the door transfixed, listening to the hauntingly beautiful song that seemed to be coming from a room that was empty, apart from the now sleeping infant.
Upon seeing the strange square of silk, she took it and the baby straight to the Chief, showing him what she had found and recounting what she had heard.
Years later, when the boy grew up, he recalled his mother's late night visit, telling his Father that the cloth, so she had told him, was a magic talisman to be kept safe and used only if ever the Clan MacLeod faced mortal danger. In that event it should be waved, flag-like, three times, whereupon the hosts of Fairie, the Knights of the Fairie Raide, would ride like some kind of Fairy Cavalry to the rescue.
As we've already established, there were to be three such blessings and no trivial stuff or else.
The Chief, accepting the son's story without question, placed the "Fairy Flag" in a locked case and henceforth carried it with him wherever he went.
Since then, successive Chiefs of Clan MacLeod have acted as custodians of the Flag, and it is still kept at Dunvegan where it is now on display to the public, pending its final outing.
The song the fairy mother sang to her child and which was overheard by the nursemaid is still occasionally sung on Skye, and is known as the "Dunvegan Lullaby".

Behold my child, limbed like the kid or fawn, smiting the horses, seizing the accoutrements of the shod horses, the spirited steeds. My little child.

Oh that I could see thy cattle fold, high up on the mountain side; a green, shaggy jacket about thy two white shoulders, with a linen shirt. My little child.

Oh that I could behold thy team of horses; men following them; serving women returning home and the Catanaich sowing the corn.

Oh tender hero whom my womb did bring forth, who did swallow from my breast, who on my knee wast reared.

My child it is, my armful of yew, merry and plump, my bulrush, my flesh and eggs, that will soon be speaking. Last year thou wast beneath my girdle, plant of fertility! and this year fair and playful on my shoulder, thou wilt be going round the homestead.

Oh let me not hear of thy being wounded. Grey do thou become duly. May thy nose grow sharp ere the close of thy day.

Oh! not of Clan Kenneth art thou! Oh! not of Clan Conn.
Descendant of a race more esteemed; that of the Clan Leod of swords and armour, whose fathers' native land was Lochlann.
An English translation of the Gaelic lullaby—Taladh na mna Sithe, The Fairy's Lullaby.
Love & light
Traceyanne x

Dunvegan Castle, Skye