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    The Mountainy Singer
    The Mountainy Singer
    The Mountainy Singer
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    The Mountainy Singer

    By Joseph Campbell

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Mountainy Singer" by Joseph Campbell. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
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    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateAug 1, 2022
    ISBN8596547138341
    The Mountainy Singer
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    Joseph Campbell

    Dr. Joseph Campbell has a doctor of ministry degree in Christian Leadership from the Assemblies of God Theological Seminary in Springfield, Missouri. He is the senior pastor of Cross Creek Church in Lebanon, Missouri, and the executive vice president of Intercessory Prayer Ministry International (IPMI). His ministry focuses on equipping, empowering, and releasing people to fulfill their purpose and destiny in God. He and his wife, Caroline, a pediatrician, are the proud parents of two children.

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      The Mountainy Singer - Joseph Campbell

      Joseph Campbell

      The Mountainy Singer

      EAN 8596547138341

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      A LINE’S A SPEECH

      I AM THE MOUNTAINY SINGER

      WHEN ROOKS FLY HOMEWARD

      I SPIN MY GOLDEN WEB

      CHERRY VALLEY

      DARKNESS

      MY FIDIL IS SINGING

      THE GOAT-DEALER

      WHY CRUSH THE CLARET ROSE

      LAMENT OF PADRAIC MOR MAC CRUIMIN OVER HIS SONS

      TO A TOWN GIRL

      A MARCH MOON

      A THOUSAND FEET UP

      THE DARK

      REYNARDINE

      SNOW

      I AM THE GILLY OF CHRIST

      GO, PLOUGHMAN, PLOUGH

      GO, REAPER

      THE GOOD PEOPLE

      THE STORM IS STILL, THE RAIN HATH CEASED

      SCARE-THE-CROWS

      A CRADLE-SONG

      TWINE THE MAZES THRO’ AND THRO’

      THE FIGHTING-MAN

      MY MOTHER HAS A WEE RED SHOE

      BY A WONDROUS MYSTERY

      I GATHER THREE EARS OF CORN

      THE TINKERS

      AS I CAME OVER THE GREY, GREY HILLS

      A NORTHERN LOVE-SONG

      TO THE GOLDEN EAGLE

      A PROPHECY

      I MET A WALKING-MAN

      THE NINEPENNY FIDIL

      GRASSLANDS ARE FAIR

      WINTER SONG

      I FOLLOW A STAR

      THE SILENCE OF UNLABOURED FIELDS

      THE BEGGAR’S WAKE

      THE BESOM-MAN

      EVERY SHUILER IS CHRIST

      I WISH AND I WISH

      I AM THE MAN-CHILD

      FRAGMENT

      AT THE WHITENING OF THE DAWN

      WHO ARE MY FRIENDS

      O GLORIOUS CHILDBEARER

      CORONACH

      TWILIGHT FALLEN

      THE DAWN WHITENESS

      THE DWARF

      I SEE ALL LOVE IN LOWLY THINGS

      ’TIS PRETTY TAE BE IN BAILE-LIOSAN

      CIARAN, THE MASTER OF HORSES AND LANDS

      DEEP WAYS AND DRIPPING BOUGHS

      NIGHT, AND I TRAVELLING

      NIGHT-PIECE

      AT MORNING TIDE

      THE MAY-FIRE

      I LOVE THE DIN OF BEATING DRUMS

      THREE COLTS EXERCISING IN A SIX-ACRE

      THE NATURAL

      ON THE TOP-STONE

      THE WOMEN AT THEIR DOORS

      MY LITTLE DARK LOVE

      I HEARD A PIPER PIPING

      THE CLOUDS GO BY AND BY

      DAVY DAW

      BLACK SILE OF THE SILVER EYE

      A SHEEPDOG BARKS ON THE MOUNTAIN

      DEAD OAKLEAVES EVERYWHERE

      A NIGHT PRAYER

      I AM THE MOUNTAINY SINGER

      THE RAINBOW SPANNING A PLANET SHOWER

      I WILL GO WITH MY FATHER A-PLOUGHING

      THE SHINING SPACES OF THE SOUTH

      LIKE A TUFT OF CEANABHAN

      THE HERB-LEECH

      WHO BUYS LAND

      THE POET LOOSED A WINGÈD SONG

      SIC TRANSIT

      A LINE’S A SPEECH

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      A line’s a speech;

      So here’s a line

      To say this pedlar’s pack

      Of mine

      Is not a book—

      But a journey thro’

      Mountainy places,

      Ever in view

      Of the sea and the fields,

      With the rough wind

      Blowing over the leagues

      Behind!

      I AM THE MOUNTAINY SINGER

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      I am the mountainy singer—

      The voice of the peasant’s dream,

      The cry of the wind on the wooded hill,

      The leap of the fish in the stream.

      Quiet and love I sing—

      The carn on the mountain crest,

      The cailin in her lover’s arms,

      The child at its mother’s breast.

      Beauty and peace I sing—

      The fire on the open hearth,

      The cailleach spinning at her wheel,

      The plough in the broken earth.

      Travail and pain I

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