THE BALLAD OF MIXIE STERLING

M'name is Mixie Sterling from the county of Tyrone;
I had an auld aquaintance there, they called her Mrs. Malone.
She had one lonely son, whom I've often gone to see--
And when I'm dressed out in me best, there's none as gay as me.

Ar, Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how are you gettin' on?
How is all with yer uncle Pat, and how is little Tom?
How is Mrs. Sterling, and the lodger, Mike Malone?
Come, draw your chair up to the fire and make yourself at home.

The boy's own name is Davey, whom I've often gone to see,
And though I'm fond of all the boys, there's none as sweet as he.
And when I go down to the house, I feel a trifle shy...
With me finger on the latchkey, I can hear the auld lady cry:

Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how are you gettin' on?
How is all with yer uncle Pat, and how is little Tom?
How is Mrs. Sterling, and the lodger, Mike Malone?
Come, draw your chair up to the fire and make yourself at home.

Three years we've been together, and I feel it's rather long,
So now I have made up me mind, with Davey I'll be gone.
We'll wed in the church next Sunday, in the merry month of May.
And when I go down to the house, I know the auld lady'll say:

Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how are you gettin' on?
How is all with yer uncle Pat, and how is little Tom?
How is Mrs. Sterling, and the lodger, Mike Malone?
Come, draw your chair up to the fire and make yourself at home.

But when I go to ask him, well, young Davey isn't home--
He's found himself another girl, and now they both have flown.
No wedding bells for Mixie, guess it's never meant to be.
So much for happy endings; now it's circus life for me.

Oh, Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how are you gettin' on?
How is all with yer uncle Pat, and how is little Tom?
How is Mrs. Sterling, and the lodger, Mike Malone?
Come, draw your chair up to the fire and make yourself at home.

 

M'name's still Mixie Sterling, but Liev is now m'home.
I had this friend name Collin who was looking for a stone...
He said he'd pay me dearly if I searched for it out west,
So I gathered up me friends and I then dressed out in me best.

Oh, Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how has your journey been?
How is the elf Valenthe doin', and how is Sarah Fimm?
How is Mardok Arcanus now, and Tina of the Sun?
Come draw your chair up to the fire, now that your jouney's done.

We made a stop in Saren, but nobody was a-round.
Some crazy-lookin' dwarves had come and burned it to the ground.
We spied the lovely Sarah, whom I thought for sure was dead,
But Tina brought her back before she crushed the dwarvie's head.

Oh, Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how has your journey been?
How is the elf Valenthe doin', and how is Sarah Fimm?
How is Mardok Arcanus now, and Tina of the Sun?
Come draw your chair up to the fire, now that your jouney's done.

We journeyed for a few more days into the Ledger Hills,
Then found a cave Valenthe thought was sure to get us killed.
But Mardok said that if we died, he'd animate our bones,
So we ran inside and killed a mage, and then I grabbed the stone.

Ah, Mixie, you are a stranger now, and how has your journey been?
How is the elf Valenthe doin', and how is Sarah Fimm?
How is Mardok Arcanus now, and Tina of the Sun?
Come draw your chair up to the fire, now that your jouney's done.