Not really Irish ... a Scottish ballad ... An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean (and) no ken I, my bairns father Far less the land that he dwells in." And up come he to her bed fit A grumly guest I'm sure…

Not really Irish ... a Scottish ballad ... An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean (and) no ken I, my bairns father Far less the land that he dwells in." And up come he to her bed fit A grumly guest I'm sure…

fourth and final song of our latest album.

Inspiration for this quick fun one came from Uncommon Ritual and other works by Edgar Meyer: I wanted to take a run of notes across multiple instruments just to have fun!

OK we lost power at a critical point in recording for RPM. This one was written and recorded the day I had to pack up all my recording gear and borrow a room at a local public business which was on a different power grid. The wind had caused some…