Am 24. Dezember 2006 übertrug ab 17 Uhr das ZDF „Weihnachten mit dem Bundespräsidenten“, das Weihnachtskonzert des Bundespräsidenten (damals noch Horst Köhler), zu dem auch Ian Anderson von der Gruppe Jethro Tull seinen Beitrag leistete. Das Konzert fand in dem ehrwürdigen Kloster Maria Laach statt. Die Proben zu dem Konzert waren am 15.12.2006, das eigentliche Konzert wurde am 16.12.2006 aufgezeichnet. Ian Anderson & Band” spielten „God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”, „Bourreé” und ein Fragment von „Aqualung”.

German televison celebrates „Christmas with the president“ (the german ‚Bundespräsident‘) every year and 2006 they invited Ian Anderson from the group Jethro Tull to the beautiful monastary Maria Laach to play a few tunes with his band and the youth orchestra Rheinland-Pfalz. The show was recorded on 16.12.2006 (with a public rehearsal on 15.12.2006) and broadcasted on christmas eve, 24.12.2006. Ians set includes „God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen“.

Ian Anderson & Band: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (2006 im Kloster Maria Laach)

Alle Jahre wieder kommt nicht nur das Christkind, sondern liest uns unser Flötenguru, Ian Anderson von der Gruppe Jethro Tull, etwas traditionell Weihnachtliches aus seiner Heimat Schottland vor („Weihnachtliches mit Onkel Ian“):

Es handelt sich hierbei um einen Radio-Beitrag zu einer Sendung namens „A Toss the Feathers Christmas Special 2004“ und wurde einst vor sieben Jahren über den amerikanischen Sender Public Radio International ausgestrahlt. Neben „Another Christmas Song“ und „Ring Out Solstice Bells” (am Ende) liest Ian Anderson aus Sir Walter Scott’s „Marmion“ – Dichtung in sechs Gesängen (Marmion – A Tale of Flodden Field in six Cantos; Edinburgh 1808) (siehe auch books.google.de – siehe Text ab S. 156 und Anmerkungen ab S. 308) etwas Weihnachtliches vor:

INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH

Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer: 5
Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane
At Iol more deep the mead did drain;
High on the beach his galleys drew,
And feasted all his pirate crew;
Then in his low and pine-built hall, 10
Where shields and axes deck’d the wall,
They gorged upon the half-dress’d steer;
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The half-gnaw’d rib, and marrow-bone, 15
Or listen’d all, in grim delight,
While scalds yell’d out the joys of fight.
Then forth, in frenzy, would they hie,
While wildly-loose their red locks fly,
And dancing round the blazing pile, 20
They make such barbarous mirth the while,
As best might to the mind recall
The boisterous joys of Odin’s hall.

And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had roll’d, 25
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all his hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honour to the holy night;
On Christmas eve the bells were rung; 30
On Christmas eve the mass was sung:
That only night in all the year,
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donn’d her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dress’d with holly green; 35
Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
To gather in the mistletoe.
Then open’d wide the Baron’s hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside, 40
And Ceremony doff’d his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose;
The Lord, underogating, share
The vulgar game of ‘post and pair.’ 45
All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight,
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.

The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, 50
Went roaring up the chimney wide:
The huge hall-table’s oaken face,
Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace,
Bore then upon its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord. 55
Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
By old blue-coated serving-man;
Then the grim boar’s head frown’d on high,
Crested with bays and rosemary.
Well can the green-garb’d ranger tell, 60
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death he tore,
And all the baiting of the boar.
The wassel round, in good brown bowls,
Garnish’d with ribbons, blithely trowls. 65
There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by
Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie:
Nor fail’d old Scotland to produce,
At such high tide, her savoury goose.
Then came the merry maskers in, 70
And carols roar’d with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery; 75
White shirts supplied the masquerade,
And smutted cheeks the visors made;
But, O! what maskers, richly dight,
Can boast of bosoms half so light!
England was merry England, when 80
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale;
‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man’s heart through half the year. 85

Ich habe noch einmal nachgeforscht und entdeckt, dass es von diesem Poem mindestens zwei deutsche Übersetzung gibt:

– Marmion. Eine Erzählung vom Schlachtfelde von Flodden. Dichtung in sechs Gesängen. Zwickau, Gebrüder Schumann, 1827 (Übersetzung: C. Richard) und
– Marmion. Darmstadt 1857 (Übersetzung: Alexander Neidhardt, der auch Sonette von Shakespeare übersetzt hat)

Leider habe ich den deutschen Text nicht ausfindig gemacht, so dürft Ihr Euch selbst mit dem Schottischen herumschlagen (leider spricht Ian Anderson alles mehr oder weniger englisch aus. Schade eigentlich … Oder er kann nicht richtig schottisch).