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Dawning Chant
the forge is resounding with promise of spring.
He is the sun god!
He is the one god! The Good Earth is forming, the new leaves are forming,
Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra! the birds are performing, the songs that they bring.
The New lambs are grazing, your song we are raising,
Morning Prayer
again we are praising you, now as before.
by Michael
I thank you for the morning with the sun shining bright.
Now Brigit enlighten me, strengthen and righten me,
I thank you for last evening with the stars in the night.
sharpen and brighten me, now evermore.
I thank you for tomorrow, may their days be without end.
I thank you most of all for being my dear, close friend.
Now there are some poor verses worth reminding ourselves with. Writ-
ing is a learning process, and many ideas pop up. The only way to get rid
I thank you for my ancestors, the people of my past.
of them is to work out the silly verses:
I thank you for my kith and kin, may their love for me last.
I thank for my children, may their numbers be without end.
Oimelc Silly Song of Brigit
I thank you most of all for being my dear, close friend.
The Hammers are beating, the sheep they are bleating,
it s soon we ll be eating, I brought my own fork.
Circles Song
Gwen Zak Moore (& Anne Cass)
The Good Earth is warming, the sheep they are swarming,
In days gone by, when the earth was much younger
we bards are performing, but not very well.
Men wondered at spring, born of winter s cold knife
Wondering at the games of the moon and the sunlight
The new leaves are budding, the pagans are rutting,
They saw there the Lady and the Lord of all life.
we ll all go streak Nutting, and wave Hi to Skeech.
Chorus
Sam forded the river, its cold made him shiver,
And around, & around, & around turns the good earth.
we don t like the winter, please take it away.
All things must change as the Seasons go by.
We are the children of the Lord and the Lady,
Oh gods we admire, we can t start this fire,
Whose mysteries we know, but will never know why.
it s raising our ire, Damn!, why won t it start?
In all lands the people were tied with the good earth
Now Brigit enlighten me, please do not frighten me,
Sowing and reaping as the seasons declared,
or throw lightnin at me or blast me to bits.
Waiting to reap of the rich, golden harvest,
Knowing her laugh in the joys that they shared.
Through Flanders and Wales and the green lands of Ireland
In Kingdoms of England and Scotland and Spain
Circles grew up all along the wild coastlines,
To work for the weather with the sun and the rain.
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The Thirteen Fold Mystery The Old Bard
source:Ancient April 9th, 1992 by Michael Scharding
I am the wind that blows upon the sea. How good it would be to be an old bard,
I am the wave upon the ocean. back in the times when living was hard.
I am the murmur of the willows. I d sit near the top of the table that s long
I am the ox of the seven combats. and fill hungry minds with the meats of my song.
I am the vulture on the rocks.
I am a beam of the sun. I d pass their hours thru the longest winter.
I am the fairest of plants. I d take them away when the wind was bitter
I am a boar in wild valor. to the land of fruit and youth and pleasure
I am a salmon in the water. where none can die, and all have treasure.
I am a lake in the plain.
I am a word of knowledge. I d sing of tragedy, the deaths of lovers,
I am the point of the lance of battle. who cried in this world, and laughed in the Other.
I am the God who created in the head, the fire I d praise the chieftain, whose valor and might
would bring us to vict ry in all of our fights.
Who is it who casts light upon the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon? I d tell of the Sidhe (SHEE), whose places shine
Who teaches where couches the sun? within the hills since the start of time.
 If not I? I d tell of the strength and the powers of oak,
and the things that lurk under night s blue cloak.
Chant to the Earthmother
I d sing of our gods: Dagda and his harp,
by Norman Nelson  65 RDNA
Ogmos of the tongue, Angus of the heart,
O Earth-mother, we praise thee.
O Earth-mother, we praise thee.
O Earth-mother, we praise thee.
O Earth-mother, we praise thee.
O Earth-mother, we praise thee.
Lugh of the crafts, Cuchulain the strong,
In all that we do we praise thee: In our getting up and in our lying
Nuada silver hand, Briccriu who did wrong.
down, in our sleeping and in our waking; in our eating and in our
drinking: in our working and in our times of leisure; for we are alive
I d play for the Clann the three Bardic airs:
only through thee and in our every act too we praise thee.
only through thee and in our every act too we praise thee.
only through thee and in our every act too we praise thee.
only through thee and in our every act too we praise thee.
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