If a novelist were to come up with the idea of a prince marrying a commoner of very common stock, and then the commoner taking the prince of some high-born house down some low road and away from all he knew, it wouldn’t be…utterly far-fetched.
There is, after all, an old Irish folk ballad called “Raggle Taggle Gypsy” that I recall singing in elementary school, about some high-born lady being paid a visit by “the raggle taggle gypsy” (or gypsies), who, according to the lyrics, pulls off her silk-trimmed dress, puts on leather-o, and runs off with the gypsy for reasons unknown, as her heartbroken lord of the manor tries to stop her and then rides east and west and more to seek her out and find out why she’d cast aside her privileged life of luxury for the hideous rigors of the impoverished gypsy camp. The lord of the manor eventually finds the woman and asks why she would do this, only to be rebuffed, and then leaves heartbroken at his loss. It’s a ballad, after all. I found this Irish folk band that did a pretty credible rendition of it:
Against the Left: A Ro... Best Price: $13.57 Buy New $8.00 (as of 10:15 EST - Details) So far, it rather does sound like the ballad of Harry and Meghan, ditching their life of royalty, in a sad bid to pursue Meghan’s wish to go back to the glitzy no-holds barred hogwallow of Hollywood, the life of red carpets and popping flash bulbs. More money, of course, too, but textbook vulgarity by even American standards. Harry and Meghan are, after all, following the Kardashian model as they seek their “more independent life,” not joining the world of respectable burghers with 9 to 5 jobs, but selling themselves as a ‘lifestyle brand’ on the Internet, putting themselves out there, and selling swag with their famous names on it as well, all famous for being famous. The Sussex Royal line, if it goes online, has among other things a selection of hoodies with the royal seal. Gack.
And like the lord of the manor in the ballad, the whole thing leaves a brokenhearted and disappointed royal family in Britain behind.
What throws the ballad impressively off, though, is the appearance of someone unexpected into the mix. Imagine if family members of the raggle-taggle gypsy came out of the woodwork and in a coda to the story blasted the silk-trimmed-dress lady of the manor as a homewrecker and denounced what she’d done to the lord of the manor. Imagine the expression on the lord’s face!