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General Category => 3DHS => Topic started by: Amianthus on May 01, 2007, 11:28:13 AM
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Celtic Circle Dance
Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand
Once I talked to a great Grey Man
Spun three times and said with a sigh
Hadn't been for the Runes had His other eye!
Hi said the Lady, dressed in green
Prettiest thing I've ever seen
She went down underneath the hill
And came back out of Her own free will
Brian Boru, on Irish ground
Walked three times the Island round
Norsemen came lookin for a fight
just another Irish Saturday night!
Hi said Lugh on the banquet night
A poet and a player and a good wheelwright
A harper and a warrior and none the least:
A Druid and he got in to the Feast!
Harold Haardrada's face was red!
Came to Britain and he wound up dead
Stamford Bridge is where he's found
Got six feet of English ground
The Legion with its Eagles bright
Marched into the Pictish night
Met them there upon the sand
Gave 'em up to the Wicker Man!
Eight-legged steed and hound of Hel
The One-Eyed Man, he loves ya well
Fire burn and fire spark
Are you then feared of the dark?
Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight
all thru the day, all thru the night
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is past and past is Thee!
Salt and oil and mirror bright
Fire and fleet and candlelight
By fin and feather, leaf and tree,
Fill the Cup and Blessed Be!
From the misty crystal sea
Came the Lady to the lea
Sword and Roses in Her Hand
Spread their seeds thruout the Land
Came the Stag from oaken wood
Saw the Lady where She stood
By the fire burning bright
Came to know His heart's delight!
Hail to the Lady, One in Three
We welcome You and honour Thee
As You light and guard the night
Honour now our sacred rite!
Hi said the Lady dressed in white
Sang the Day and sang the Night
Sang the Land and sang the Sea
Sang the Song, and then sang me!
Hail to the Lord at the Lady's side
Master of the Hunt, in the day You ride
Fire burn and fire bright
Honour now our sacred rite!
The Circle forms, the Circle flows
The Circle goes where no man knows
Hail to the Lady, one in three:
Present is past and past is me!
By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound
Blessed Be: the Day I've found
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is Past and Past is WE
Fire and Water, Air and Earth
The Cauldron calls for our rebirth
Hail to the Lady, three times three
The Circle's cast; so mote it be!
From East and South and West and North
Call the Powers to come forth!
Hail to the Lady, three times three,
The Circle's cast; so mote it be!
By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
Blessed Be the day you're born!
Fire burn and fire bright
Walk in safety thru the night
(c) copyright 1984, 1992 W. J. Bethancourt III
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The Red Flag
The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed its ev'ry fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look 'round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
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You mean, Illegal Immigration Day ;)