The full poem by Rudyard Kipling, complete with fine Victorian rhetorical flourishes. Fish's version is excellent apart from mispronouncing "Berkeley Square". It's not like the American university, but "BARKley". So to Kipling: Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair- A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away, Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way: Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys. "Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high "The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die- "The good that ye did for the sake of men on the little Earth so lone!" And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as the rain-washed bone. "O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide, "And well would he answer all for me if he were at my side." -"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you, "For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two." Then Tomlinson looked up and down, and little gain was there, For the naked stars grinned overhead, and he saw that his soul was bare. The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife, And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life. "O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me, "And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy." The good souls flocked like homing doves and bade him clear the path, And Peter twirled the jangling Keys in weariness and wrath. "Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run: "By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer-what ha' ye done?" Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and little good it bore, For the darkness stayed at his shoulder-blade and Heaven's Gate before:- "O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say, "And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway." "Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate; "There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate! "For none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and kin "Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within; "Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run, "And . . . the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square uphold you, Tomlinson!" The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell. The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain, But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again. They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with never a soul to mark: They may burn or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn of the Outer Dark. The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone, And he yearned to the flare of Hell-gate there as the light of his own hearth-stone. The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew, But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him through. "Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he, "That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me? "I am all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that ye should give me scorn, "For I strove with God for your First Father the day that he was born. "Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high "The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die." And Tomlinson looked up and up, and saw against the night The belly of a tortured star blood-red in Hell-Mouth light; And Tomlinson looked down and down, and saw beneath his feet The frontlet of a tortured star milk-white in Hell-Mouth heat. "O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall; "And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all." -"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I trow she would not run, "For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!" The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife, And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his sins in life:- "Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave, "And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave." The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:- "Do ye think I would waste my good pit-coal on the hide of a brain-sick fool? "I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did "That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid." Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and there was little grace, For Hell-Gate filled the houseless soul with the Fear of Naked Space. "Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad, "And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord." -"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh- "Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?" Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in- "For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin." The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high: "Did ye read of that sin in a book?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran, And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man: "Winnow him out 'twixt star and star, and sieve his proper worth: "There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth." Empusa's crew, so naked-new they may not face the fire, But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their desire, Over the coal they chased the Soul, and racked it all abroad, As children rifle a caddis-case or the raven's foolish hoard. And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children after play, And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away. "We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind, "And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find. "We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone, "And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own." The Devil he bowed his head to his breast and rumbled deep and low:- "I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should bid him go. "Yet close we lie, and deep we lie, and if I gave him place, "My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me to my face; "They'd call my house a common stews and me a careless host, "And-I would not anger my gentlemen for the sake of a shiftless ghost." The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame, And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:- "Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry. "Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:- "Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there, "And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone, "But sinful pride has rule inside-ay, mightier than my own. "Honour and Wit, fore-damned they sit, to each his Priest and Whore; "Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they'd torture sore. "Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute- "Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute. "I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain, "But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again. "Get hence, the hearse is at your door-the grim black stallions wait- "They bear your clay to place to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late! "Go back to Earth with lip unsealed-go back with open eye, "And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: "That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one, "And . . . the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
"Go will him out from star to star and sieve his proper worth- There's sore decline in Adam's line if this is the spawn of earth." Damn, that's powerful.
Thank you very much for this! I had an incomplete cassette version of Undertakers Horse and I often wondered what Fish would do with the fine rhetorical flourishes in Tomlinson. If I manage it I'll put a good version of the lyrics up--this one reads as though it was done by ear rather inaccurately, and it's a pity not to use the proper ones considering Kipling's public domain.
@Leslie Fish It's a pity--some of the IP laws are strangling creativity, and "fair use" in fanac--fanfic, art, filk is awkward, and transformative/inspired works have been going since Homer.
Lyrics (shortened version of Kipling's poem) Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and dragged him by the hair- Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys. "Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high "The good that ye did for the sake of men afore ye came to die- "O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide, "And well would he answer well for me if he were at my side." -"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you, "For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two." The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife, And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life. "O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me, "And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy." "Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run: "By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer-what ha' ye done?" "O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say, "And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway." "Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate; "We've better fair between the stars than you lay on our plate! "Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run, "And the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square go with you, Tomlinson!" So the Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell Till they came to the rim of evil Stars that rim the mouth of Hell. The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain, But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again. The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone, And he yearned to the flare of Hell-mouth there as the light of his own hearth-stone. The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew, But he caught the hurrying Tomlinson and wouldn't let him through. "Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he, "That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me? "Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high "The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die." "O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall; "And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all." -"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I vow she would not run, "For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!" "Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave, "And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave." The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:- "Do ye think I would waste my coal," he said, "on the hide of a brain-sick fool? "I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did "That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid." "Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad, "And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord." -"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh- "Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?" Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in- "For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin." The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high: "Did ye read of that sin in a book?" he said; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran, And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man: "Winnow him out from star and star, and sieve his proper worth: "There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth!" When the demons came back with the tattered Thing, as children after play, They said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away. "We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind, "And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find. "We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone, "And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own." The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame, And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:- "Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry. "Did ye think of that sin for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew an outward sigh, for his heart was free from care:- "Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there, "Now for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone, "But sinful pride has rule inside-ay, mightier than my own. "Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute- "Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute. "I'm all overlord to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain, "But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again. "Get hence, the hearse is at your door-the grim black stallions wait- "They bear your clay to the grave to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late! "Go back to Earth with lip unsealed-go back with open eye, "And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: "That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one, "And the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
Hey there! Assuming you are who you say you are on the internet, I emailed you once a few years ago about new releases for your older works like this one. After some more research I am figuring that wouldn't be very possible, but I have gone ahead and purchased some used tapes I plan on trying to turn into CD and digital form to make sure I don't eventually lose access to music I like. Anyway, thanks for doing so many awesome songs I have been enjoying for years, and here is a link to "Yarmouth Castle". ruclips.net/video/dX0EX3Xkmvw/видео.html
Probably Lust. Likely he had a casual fling with her, and broke her heart (or got his heart broken.) Remember that it isn't really his sin- the entire poem is this guy trying to prove he's good enough for Heaven, failing, then totally failing to prove he's enough of a jerk to be worth the Devil's coal.
Rather an un-Victorian view towards casual sex that it isn't a sin worth condemning one to Hell for. (Though Victorians weren't quite as Victorian as modern lore would have.)
@@chucklipsig2595 I don't think they actually had sex, because you're right, that would've landed him in hell. If you note, Tomlinson didn't do *anything* in life, just sat on the sidelines and watched. I think it's more likely that he lusted after her from afar; she may not have even known. I forget the exact quote, but there's a bible verse about how just thinking lustfully is a sin, even if you don't act on it. Surely Tomlinson would've read it, but just because it's a sin doesn't necessarily mean it's a mortal sin.
The full poem by Rudyard Kipling, complete with fine Victorian rhetorical flourishes. Fish's version is excellent apart from mispronouncing "Berkeley Square". It's not like the American university, but "BARKley". So to Kipling:
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square,
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair-
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way:
Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease,
And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys.
"Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
"The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die-
"The good that ye did for the sake of men on the little Earth so lone!"
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as the rain-washed bone.
"O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide,
"And well would he answer all for me if he were at my side."
-"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square:
"Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you,
"For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two."
Then Tomlinson looked up and down, and little gain was there,
For the naked stars grinned overhead, and he saw that his soul was bare.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life.
"O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me,
"And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy."
The good souls flocked like homing doves and bade him clear the path,
And Peter twirled the jangling Keys in weariness and wrath.
"Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run:
"By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer-what ha' ye done?"
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and little good it bore,
For the darkness stayed at his shoulder-blade and Heaven's Gate before:-
"O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say,
"And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway."
"Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate;
"There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate!
"For none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and kin
"Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within;
"Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run,
"And . . . the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square uphold you, Tomlinson!"
The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell
Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell.
The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain,
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again.
They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with never a soul to mark:
They may burn or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn of the Outer Dark.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone,
And he yearned to the flare of Hell-gate there as the light of his own hearth-stone.
The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew,
But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him through.
"Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he,
"That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me?
"I am all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that ye should give me scorn,
"For I strove with God for your First Father the day that he was born.
"Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high
"The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die."
And Tomlinson looked up and up, and saw against the night
The belly of a tortured star blood-red in Hell-Mouth light;
And Tomlinson looked down and down, and saw beneath his feet
The frontlet of a tortured star milk-white in Hell-Mouth heat.
"O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall;
"And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all."
-"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square:
"Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I trow she would not run,
"For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!"
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his sins in life:-
"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave,
"And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave."
The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:-
"Do ye think I would waste my good pit-coal on the hide of a brain-sick fool?
"I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did
"That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid."
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and there was little grace,
For Hell-Gate filled the houseless soul with the Fear of Naked Space.
"Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad,
"And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord."
-"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh-
"Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?"
Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in-
"For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin."
The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high:
"Did ye read of that sin in a book?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran,
And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man:
"Winnow him out 'twixt star and star, and sieve his proper worth:
"There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth."
Empusa's crew, so naked-new they may not face the fire,
But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their desire,
Over the coal they chased the Soul, and racked it all abroad,
As children rifle a caddis-case or the raven's foolish hoard.
And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children after play,
And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind,
"And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find.
"We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone,
"And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own."
The Devil he bowed his head to his breast and rumbled deep and low:-
"I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should bid him go.
"Yet close we lie, and deep we lie, and if I gave him place,
"My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me to my face;
"They'd call my house a common stews and me a careless host,
"And-I would not anger my gentlemen for the sake of a shiftless ghost."
The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame,
And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:-
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry.
"Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:-
"Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there,
"And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone,
"But sinful pride has rule inside-ay, mightier than my own.
"Honour and Wit, fore-damned they sit, to each his Priest and Whore;
"Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they'd torture sore.
"Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute-
"Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute.
"I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain,
"But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again.
"Get hence, the hearse is at your door-the grim black stallions wait-
"They bear your clay to place to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late!
"Go back to Earth with lip unsealed-go back with open eye,
"And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die:
"That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one,
"And . . . the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
“Let me in! Let me in!!!”
"Go will him out from star to star
and sieve his proper worth-
There's sore decline in Adam's line
if this is the spawn of earth."
Damn, that's powerful.
*winnow
(Verb:To separate, sift, analyze, or test by separating items having different values)
Kipling. Hard to surpass.
Thanks for adding this. Years ago I used to have a tape of Undertaker's Horse ... until my toddler pulled out the ribbon! :(
+merlynnevorkosigan I'll start on the rest now that I know it's not wasted effort.
Thank you so much! That would be great :)
I second this! I also had this on tape and have no way of experiencing these songs currently.
SpinKittyNola They're all already up, have been for months :)
Never knew about this, or other filks. Thank you!
Moral of the story.
Actually do something with your life.
Thank you very much for this! I had an incomplete cassette version of Undertakers Horse and I often wondered what Fish would do with the fine rhetorical flourishes in Tomlinson. If I manage it I'll put a good version of the lyrics up--this one reads as though it was done by ear rather inaccurately, and it's a pity not to use the proper ones considering Kipling's public domain.
@Leslie Fish It's a pity--some of the IP laws are strangling creativity, and "fair use" in fanac--fanfic, art, filk is awkward, and transformative/inspired works have been going since Homer.
@Leslie Fish swear to god i.p law is like ivy these days ... no matter how much you hack at it it just keeps coming back and advancing..
@Leslie Fish also do you have like a parton or somthign where people can support you ?
Lyrics (shortened version of Kipling's poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square,
And a Spirit came to his bedside and dragged him by the hair-
Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease,
And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys.
"Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
"The good that ye did for the sake of men afore ye came to die-
"O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide,
"And well would he answer well for me if he were at my side."
-"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square:
"Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you,
"For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two."
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life.
"O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me,
"And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy."
"Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run:
"By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer-what ha' ye done?"
"O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say,
"And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway."
"Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate;
"We've better fair between the stars than you lay on our plate!
"Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run,
"And the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square go with you, Tomlinson!"
So the Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell
Till they came to the rim of evil Stars that rim the mouth of Hell.
The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain,
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone,
And he yearned to the flare of Hell-mouth there as the light of his own hearth-stone.
The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew,
But he caught the hurrying Tomlinson and wouldn't let him through.
"Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he,
"That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me?
"Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high
"The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die."
"O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall;
"And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all."
-"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square:
"Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I vow she would not run,
"For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!"
"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave,
"And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave."
The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:-
"Do ye think I would waste my coal," he said, "on the hide of a brain-sick fool?
"I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did
"That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid."
"Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad,
"And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord."
-"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh-
"Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?"
Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in-
"For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin."
The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high:
"Did ye read of that sin in a book?" he said; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran,
And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man:
"Winnow him out from star and star, and sieve his proper worth:
"There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth!"
When the demons came back with the tattered Thing, as children after play,
They said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind,
"And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find.
"We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone,
"And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own."
The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame,
And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:-
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry.
"Did ye think of that sin for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew an outward sigh, for his heart was free from care:-
"Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there,
"Now for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone,
"But sinful pride has rule inside-ay, mightier than my own.
"Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute-
"Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute.
"I'm all overlord to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain,
"But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again.
"Get hence, the hearse is at your door-the grim black stallions wait-
"They bear your clay to the grave to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late!
"Go back to Earth with lip unsealed-go back with open eye,
"And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die:
"That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one,
"And the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
If you have any of the Tapeworm series by Bob Kanefsky, I would be very grateful.
+Ian “Lizard” Harac Sorry, I don't. I've never even heard of it :(
This is what Ian is looking formusicbrainz.org/release/3b0f774b-bf9b-4bfc-81cd-887053cbe1f9 I'd like to find it as well. I can't even find it to buy.
I know I'm one year late now, but you can find roundworm on spotify nowadays.
Well you saved me from uploading this. My version sounds a bit louder though?
That it was as aniline, I met.
I'm curious if this melody reminds anyone of "Yarmouth Castle" by Gordon Lightfoot?
Hey there! Assuming you are who you say you are on the internet, I emailed you once a few years ago about new releases for your older works like this one. After some more research I am figuring that wouldn't be very possible, but I have gone ahead and purchased some used tapes I plan on trying to turn into CD and digital form to make sure I don't eventually lose access to music I like. Anyway, thanks for doing so many awesome songs I have been enjoying for years, and here is a link to "Yarmouth Castle". ruclips.net/video/dX0EX3Xkmvw/видео.html
Lol everyone worries about burning in hell, but no one ever thinks of the devils fuel budget.
hehe nice
What does "A love on earth who kissed me to my fall" mean and how could this be his sin?
Probably Lust. Likely he had a casual fling with her, and broke her heart (or got his heart broken.) Remember that it isn't really his sin- the entire poem is this guy trying to prove he's good enough for Heaven, failing, then totally failing to prove he's enough of a jerk to be worth the Devil's coal.
Rather an un-Victorian view towards casual sex that it isn't a sin worth condemning one to Hell for. (Though Victorians weren't quite as Victorian as modern lore would have.)
You mean he had a fetish? Using my rather bad english skills I would assume he fell (got broke) and drew her down with him.
@@chucklipsig2595 "victorians weren't as victorian as modern lore would have"
exactly, there you go then
@@chucklipsig2595 I don't think they actually had sex, because you're right, that would've landed him in hell. If you note, Tomlinson didn't do *anything* in life, just sat on the sidelines and watched. I think it's more likely that he lusted after her from afar; she may not have even known. I forget the exact quote, but there's a bible verse about how just thinking lustfully is a sin, even if you don't act on it. Surely Tomlinson would've read it, but just because it's a sin doesn't necessarily mean it's a mortal sin.