minstrel: Song of Thanksgiving

[Baker, Mike]

(I'm tired of hand-inserting angle brackets in quotes.
No, my mail software doesn't offer an option for auto-quote, at least that I 
can find.
Look below my .sig for the quoted message. - Kihe / Amra / Mike)
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Among the Most Excellent of Human Poets, Yaakov has graced us with a 
marvelous lyric for the approaching harvest festival.

Mar Yaakov, a simple question: how *do* you do it? I mean, you just keep 
cranking 'em out... Thank You!

While not consciously aware of the Fish tune referenced, one flowed into my 
head as I read your words. It will be nice to have a "new" 
seasonally-appropriate item to perform in the filk circles this coming 
weekend (SoonerCon, OKC).

Tell me, is HaMizrachi pronounced with a Germanic aspirated "kh" or an 
Anglic "ch"?

Kihe Blackeagle (the Dreamsinger Bard)  s.k.a. Amr ibn Majid al-Bakri 
al-Amra
     currently residing in Barony of the Steppes, Kingdom of Ansteorra
Mike C. Baker                      mbaker at rapp.com
Any opinions expressed are obviously my own unless explicitly stated 
otherwise!
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From: Harold Feld
To: minstrel
Subject: minstrel: New poem
Date: Sunday, November 17, 1996 8:15AM

Greetings from Yaakov.  This popped into my head for Thanksgiving, but I
don't know that it is everyone's cup of tea.  It can be sung to the tune of
"An Astrologer's Song" (Kippling/Fish)

A Song of Thanksgiving- by Mar Yaakov HaMizrachi

The harvest is in and the fire on the hearth.
Let cruel Borealis blow down from the North!
With fellowship, laughter and bowls of good cheer,
We'll drive out the cold and the dark of the year!

The barn brims to bursting with corn and with beast.
What we could not store we now set for our feast.
We'll sit by the fire and eat drink and sing,
While Earth sleeps in snow and prepares for the spring.

But even in revels- forget not oh man!
Nor boast that thy plenty comes by thine own hand!
Recall what you owe to the bounty of God-
His Mercy that keeps you well-fed clothed and shod.

He gave us good measure of sun and sweet rain.
He blessed all our laboir; He healed all our pain.
Give thanks that he brought us here healthy and warm.
(And pray He protects us from sickness and storm!)

Oh Lord bless this company gathered today,
And smile as we lift up our glasses and say:
"With fellowship, laughter and bowls of good cheer,
We'll drive off the cold and the dark of the year!"

Harold Feld
SCA
Yaakov HaMizrachi

"Do not ask 'Why are these days not as good as the days of old?' This
question is not prompted by wisdom." -Eccl.

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