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Thread #4640   Message #2912939
Posted By: GUEST,GUEST; Rod
24-May-10 - 02:43 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Montrose (Steeleye Span)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Montrose (Steeleye Span)
Yes: he was in a box; all he could do was RUN. And I agree, it's GENEVA ministers, not Genevan, simple usage preference, as "Bermuda" rig has more currency than "Bermudan". I've seen this term before, tho I can't remember where, maybe in John Prebble's history. I'm so glad to have stumbled across this thread. Between the lot of you, you've pretty much done for all of the questions I've had for this track, over a few years. Here's my take on 'em, by line number, plus one or 2 more.

Line 27: Covenant (singular, capitalised)
    30: Inverurie? Or Inveraray?
    38: "went home" works better for me than "returned"
    40: "a" force vice "the" force
    52: Castle "strong". "throne" doesn't make any sense, unless the poet (W. E. Aytoun?) was playing around with 'King'. But King Campbell, whatever his nom de guerre, was still only an Earl (or Marquess). They hadn't even bumped The Campbell up to Duke yet.
    53: "here" vice "fear". 'No pity for Campbells, here (...we eat 'em for breakfast....) The other one just sounds odd. Even grammatically odd: how could you feel pity for Campbell's fear? For the Campbells, maybe, for being fearful. Well, it would work, I guess, in a dialect sense. On my ear, the first one rings truer: arrogant dismissal for the losers, "Piss off, Jock, ye're dead men walkin".
    66. I've seen this one before, too, "Minister Elite", un-hyphenated. And we use the term today, in connection with any number of categories of people, usually ones we don't like.
    77: "unafeared". Why not let it rhyme? It's probably how the principals spoke it anyway.
    82: Yeah, they wouldn't bow. Also, 'bow' is bow window, the same as bay window. Hanging out, sort of like a balcony, good place to watch a hanging, or a parade.
    85: "Rabble rout". This was a packed house at a hanging, and that was an expression in general use at the time, for referring to the unwashed proles. Works perfectly.
    88: The WORK of death

Please forgive the long prose, it's for those (like me) whom this sort of nagging brain-itch sometimes keeps awake, nights. Thanks to everyone for all the research.