Change of Plans--A Heart no Kuni no Alice FanFiction

Chapter 06: Displaying Talents

Hanging up the large sheets by myself was proving to be more difficult than I had originally anticipated.  However, I found myself being helped along by other songs that had been jarred loose from my memory after I had sung Suo Gân.  They rattled around in my head like a jar of marbles, as if silently begging me to choose one of them to sing.  Eventually, I found myself humming the melody to a particularly pretty song that, once I had remembered it, had pushed directly to the forefront of my mind.  I found myself singing the words aloud, smiling as I did so.

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion

 

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

 

By the time I had finished the first stanzas, I had used up the remaining clothespins and had started swaying gently in time to the rhythm.  I’d nearly forgotten what is was like to hear my voice ring out across a wide open space.  It sounded so clear, and very nearly majestic.  Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if I did sing more often...

 

I wish I was on yonder hill

'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,

And every tear would turn a mill,

 

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel,

I'll sell my only spinning wheel,

To buy my love a sword of steel

 

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

 

The music I sang seemed to have replaced the blood coursing through my veins.  It had been so long since I had felt this much joy and contentment--and it was all because of this song.  I felt happier than I had in months, and it was wonderful.  I closed my eyes and began to dance, stepping as if I was dancing on fragile clouds instead of firm soil.

 

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,

And 'round the world I'll beg my bread,

Until my parents shall wish me dead,

 

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

 

The flute and harp I had always heard playing the tune to these words echoed inside my head.  A gently pulsing drum made a throbbing rhythm that matched the beating of my heart.  It had been a while since I’d lost myself in a song--it felt good to not be worried about anything.