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The Coming of Lugh
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by Iarwain
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Lugh the Il-Dana came to the Tara
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Lugh Samildanach came to the palace of the Tutha De
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Lugh, master of all arts, came to Eireann
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The gate keeper did not recognize Lugh
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The gate keeper asked the Il-Dana his name
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The gate keeper asked Lugh Samildanach what skill he possesed
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of battle
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a battle master
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King Nuada de Danann is our battle master
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Nuada Airgitlamh is our battle master
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of healing
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a master of healing
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Diancecht de Danann is our master healer
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Diancecht is master of all herbs and healings
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of knowledge
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a master of knowledge
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Oghma de Danann is master of all learning
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Oghma is master of all knowledge
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of Sailing
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a master of sailing.
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Mananan mac Lyr de Danann is our master of ships.
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Mananan mac Lyr, son of the sea, is our master of sailing
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of sorcery
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a master of sorcery
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The Badb de Danann are mistresses of all sorcery
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The three sisters Macha, Nemhain and
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Morrigan are mistresses of all witchcraft
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of smithing
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The gate keeper said:
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We have no need of a master of smithing
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Goibniu de Danann is our master of smithing
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Goibniu is a master of all crafts
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Lugh said:
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I am Lugh Samildanach
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I am Lugh the Il-Dana
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I am Lugh, master of the battle
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I am Lugh, master of healing
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I am Lugh, master of knowledge
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I am Lugh, master of sailing
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I am Lugh, master of sorcery
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I am Lugh, master of smithing
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I bid you, unless you know of another who is master
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of all these arts, take me to Nuada Airgitlamh,
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take me to Nuada, king of the Tutha de Danann.
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The gatekeeper went to Nuada.
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When Nuada heard of Lugh's coming he said:
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Let him come in, for never has his like entered
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this fortress
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Lugh the Il-Dana was admitted to the Tara
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Lugh Samildanach was admitted to the palace of the Tuatha De
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Lugh master of all arts found his place amongst the Tuatha de Denann
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POETRY BY IOSEPH OF LOCKSLEY
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-copyright 1988, 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III
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UPON MISTAKING HER FOR THE SUNRISE
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My Lady, was it you I saw upon the grassy field this morn?
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I thought it was the dawn come up above the hills and fields of corn!
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The starlight paled, the rooster crowed, the Herald blew the morning horn,
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I thought it was the dawn come up, or Resurrection's glorious Morn!
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I thought the hall was set with gold, your hair reflected such a light!
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My Lady, was it you I saw among the banqueters that night?
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I walked as mazed in Elfin Halls, and wared a Dragon's jealous Sight!
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I thought the Hall was set with gold, for golden was that joyful night!
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My Lady, was it you I saw, a-combing spun-gold tresses fair?
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Was it The Lady of the Lake, or Yseult of the Golden Hair?
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Thine eyes shone out in candle-light and laughed at me a-standing there!
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My Lady, was it you I saw, or was it dawn a-sitting where
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I watched Her comb Her golden Hair?
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MY HARP AND LUTE
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My Harp and Lute are wood and wire,
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crafted lovingly and slow
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Their music brings me from the pain
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of this frail World here below
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and takes me to the Doors of Heav'n;
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whither upward I would go.
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My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time,
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Marks the measure of the tune
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Counts the moments of the Dance
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Sets the sygil of the Rune.
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On that rock I build my Song
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Singing to the rising Moon.
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Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words;
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Words to sweep, and twist, and roll,
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Words the weft to weave the web
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Woven with a single goal:
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A Web to catch My Lady's heart;
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A Web to touch My Lady's Soul.
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HE SPEAKS OF HIS WIFE WITH PASSION
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-Ioseph of Locksley
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(after the Old Irish)
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copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III
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The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
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Fearful and trembling, but still she came,
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Looking at me thru eyes that saw a thousand years.
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Filling my home with laughter, her hair aflame.
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The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
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Free, unfettered, breaking her chains
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That bound her to her mundane daily fears.
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Filling my home with joy, her hair aflame.
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The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
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Graceful and gentle, worthy of her name,
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Giving me my children, hearts I hold so dear;
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Gracing my home with sons and daughters, her hair aflame.
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Shy One, let us be gone to the hills
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And join the Sidhe in their revels,
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Leaving the world behind us;
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On a white horse will we ride, with a hound.
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The Red Cat walked into my life,
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With no warning she came!
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SONGS BY IOSEPH OF LOCKSLEY
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-copyright 1988 W. J. Bethancourt III
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unless otherwise noted
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CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE
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copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III
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recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE
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WTP-0002
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tune: Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat
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Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand
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once I talked to a great Grey Man
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spun three times and said with a sigh
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hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye!
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Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day
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hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay
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hi di diddle i diddle i day
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fol the dink a dum diddle do di day
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Hi said the Lady, dressed in green
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prettiest thing I've ever seen
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she went down underneath the hill
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and came back out of her own free will
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Brian Boru, on Irish ground
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walked three times the Island round
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Norsemen came lookin for a fight
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just another Irish Saturday night!
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Hi said Lugh on the banquest night
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a poet and a player and a good wheelwright
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a harper and a warrior and none the least:
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a Druid and he got in to the Feast!
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Harold Haardrada's face was red!
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Came to Britain and he wound up dead
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Stamford Bridge is where he's found
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got six feet of English ground
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the Legion with it's Eagles bright
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marched into the Pictish night
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met them there upon the sand
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gave em up to the Wicker Man!
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eight-legged steed and hound of Hel
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the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well
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fire burn and fire spark
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are you then feared of the dark?
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The Circle forms, the Circle flows
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the Circle goes where no man knows
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Hail to the Lady, one in three:
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Present is Past and Past is Me!
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Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight
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all thru the Day all thru the Night
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Hail to the Lady, one in Three
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Present is Past and Past is Thee!
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Hi said the Lady dressed in white
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sang the Day and sang the Night
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sang the Land and sang the Sea
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sang the Song, and then sang Me!
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(extra verses) Salt and oil and mirror bright
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fire and fleet and candlelight
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by fin and feather, leaf and tree,
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fill the cup and blessed be!
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From the misty crystal sea
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came the Lady to the lea
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Sword and Roses in Her Hand
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spread their seeds thruout the Land
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Came the Stag from oaken wood
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saw the Lady where she stood
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by the fire burning bright
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came to know his heart's delight!
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(end of extra verses)
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By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound
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Blessed Be: the Day I've found
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Hail to the Lady, one in Three
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Present is Past and Past is WE
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By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
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bledded be the Day you're born!
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Fire burn and fire bright
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walk in safety thru the night
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