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  1. WICCAN AMAZING GRACE -from Margot Adler Amazing grace, how sweet the earth That formed a witch like me I once was burned, but now I thrive Was hanged but now I sing! T'was grace that drew down the moon And grace that raised the sea The magick of the people's will Will set our Mother free! Amazing grace, how sweet the earth That formed a witch like me I once was burned, but now I thrive Was hanged but now I sing! * BLESSED BE AGAIN! -Joe Bethancourt (c) copyright 1992 W.J. Bethancourt III (Tune: "One Misty Moisty Morning" (Trad.) Upon a dark and windy hill, On Samhain's eldritch night I saw the Crone with withered hands By balefire's burning light Her eyes were full of wisdom, The threads of life she span And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" As I walked out on Yuletide, The winter winds blew cold I saw the Winter King a-standing, Grey and grim and old His cloak was pulled around him, A Child was in his hand And he sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Upon the morn of Brigit's Day, I saw a lovely sight The Goddess standing by me, All crowned in starry light The crescent Moon beneath her feet, The stars were in her hand She sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Upon the first of April, I saw the Holy Fool He was a merry prankster, The Lord of all Misrule! He looked at me, and winked an eye, And danced and sang and then He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Ostara came with blossoms, Life flourished everywhere I saw the Mother smiling, With flowers in Her hair She stood among the growing fields, In heather and in glen And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" As I walked out one May morning, T'was on the blooming heather I saw a Maiden dancing there, In fair and sunny weather The Beltane fires were burning high, The dancers round did spin They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Upon Midsummer's heady day, I saw John Barleycorn Walking proud and tall there In the sunny shining morn His beard was long and golden, He looked at me and then He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Upon a singing Summer day, At dawn on Lammastide I saw the Craftsman smiling, On sunbeams he did ride He brings us light and knowledge, To help our fellow men He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" Upon a chilly autumn day, All sheltered from the storm I saw the Harvest safe at home, The families snug and warm They sat and gave their thanks, And they laughed and smiled and then They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" The Spiral Dance goes on and on, The King and Youth and Child The Gentle Mother, Aged Crone, And Maiden meek and mild And so the Yearly Circle Turns in eternal spin So sing "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be! And Blessed Be again!" And "Merry Meet! And Merry Part! And Merry Meet Again!" (c) copyright 1984, 1992 W. J. Bethancourt III tune: "Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat" (Trad. Appalachian) 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! Chorus: Hi diddle i diddle i day Hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay Hi di diddle i diddle i day Fol the dink a dum diddle do di day Hi said the Lady, dressed in green Came the Stag from oaken wood Prettiest thing I've ever seen Saw the Lady where She stood She went down underneath the hill By the fire burning bright And came back out of Her own free will Came to know His heart's delight! Brian Boru, on Irish ground Hail to the Lady, One in Three Walked three times the Island round We welcome You and honour Thee Norsemen came lookin for a fight As You light and guard the night just another Irish Saturday night! Honour now our sacred rite! 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! 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! 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 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 Legion with its Eagles bright The Circle forms, the Circle flows Marched into the Pictish night The Circle goes where no man knows Met them there upon the sand Hail to the Lady, one in three: Gave 'em up to the Wicker Man! Present is past and past is ME! Eight-legged steed and hound of Hel By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound The One-Eyed Man, he loves ya well Blessed Be: the Day I've found Fire burn and fire spark Hail to the Lady, one in Three Are you then feared of the dark? Present is Past and Past is WE Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight Fire and Water, Air and Earth all thru the day, all thru the night The Cauldron calls for our rebirth Hail to the Lady, one in Three Hail to the Lady, three times three Present is past, and past is THEE The Circle's cast, so mote it be! Salt and oil and mirror bright From East and South and West and North Fire and fleet and candlelight Call the Powers to come forth! By fin and feather, leaf and tree, Hail to the Lady, three times three, Fill the Cup and Blessed Be! The Circle's cast; so mote it be! From the misty crystal sea By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn Came the Lady to the lea Blessed Be the day you're born! Sword and Roses in Her Hand Fire burn and fire bright Spread their seeds thruout the Land Walk in safety thru the night NOTE: These are all the verses. Not all were recorded, due to time constraints. Go back to Celtic Circle Dance! CUP OF WONDER -Ian Anderson recorded: "Songs from the Wood" Jethro Tull copyright 1977 Salamander Music pub. USA: Chrysalis Music Corp. May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour But we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's Flower For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this song that calls them back! Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Cup that fills with Red Ask the old grey Standing Stones who show the Sun His way to bed Question all as to their Ways, and learn the Secrets that they hold Walk the lines of Nature's Palm, crossed with Silver and with Gold. (Chorus): Pass the Word, and pass the Lady Pass the Plate to all who hunger! Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder! Join in Black December's Madness! Lie in August's welcome Corn! Stir the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of all that's born! For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! * Go Back To The Table of Contents CUP OF WONDER II -variant lyrics by the Whyte Bard May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the Hour But I accept your invitation, and I bring you Beltane's Flower For the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Sun his way to bed Ask the grey and Standing Stones where last they lay their head Ask the Lady where She's standing, growing young, and growing old Cross the Lines of Nature's Palm, marked with Silver, crossed with Gold For the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! Ask the Lady where She's standing in the green and growing corn! Take the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of all that's born! For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! So, pass the Cup, and pass the Lady! Pass the Plate to all who hunger! Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder! (repeat verse 1) PAGANISM IN MINNESOTA or, THE WICCAN-SHAMAN-DRUID SONG Lyrics by Eran (with help from Roisin) (Morningstar Coven) (Tune: "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy") I'm a Wiccan-Shaman-Druid, I am new age through and through. Decked in crystals from my head to toe, With feathers and pyramids, too. My spirit-guide is from Atlantis. He's a Zen-Aztec guru. Come and spend the weekend with us, For two thousand dollars You'll be a Wiccan-Shaman too. I'm an Elvis-Loki-Viking. I channel Ashley Montague. In a former life I was a gypsy clerk, Bull fighter, and troubadour, too. I know five Illuminati, They're a strange and motley crew. There's a priest from ancient China, He lives in my basement. He is an Elvis-Viking too. My coven is part Rosicrucian, Mixed with some Theosophy. Add in some stuff from the Golden Dawn, `Cause Crowley's just all right with me. I've got twelve initiations, I've seen all there is too see. And watch out for those strange Co-Mason-Santaria-Druids, They'll cement your chickens to a tree. I've got a pipe ceremony, Adapted from the O.T.O. I use a sweatlodge for my Beltane rites, The Maypole is just there for show. I have got a glass athame, With batteries to make it glow. It's just great for calling quarters In my new tradition: The Lynn Andrews-Buckland-Starhawk Grove. NOTE: This was the song sung by members of the MorningStar Coven during the Talent Show at DragonFest '95. I don't think they would mind you using it, just be sure to give credit, where credit is due! LORD OF THE DANCE In response to many requests for information about the neo-pagan version of Lord Of The Dance.... The words are credited to Aidan Kelly, C. Taliesin Edwards, and Ann Cass; the tune (when it isn't "Simple Gifts") is credited to Jenny Peckham-Vanzant, and may be an old shape-note hymn. Aidan Kelly and C. Taliesin Edwards may be the same person. According to the article in the filksong magazine "Filker Up #3," (a reprint from _Kantele_ #12, Fall 1982, and written by Cathy Cook- MacDonald), the first four verses were written by Kelly and Edwards, four more by Ann Cass in 1975-6, and the four seasonal verses by Ann Cass in 1976. Gwydion recorded the song, with variant lyrics, on his _Songs Of The Old Religion_ tape (not the entire song, though). She danced on the water, and the wind was Her horn The Lady laughed, and everything was born And when She lit the sun and its' light gave Him birth The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth (Chorus): Dance, dance, where ever you may be I am the Lord of the Dance, you see! I live in you, and you live in Me And I lead you all in the Dance, said He! I danced in the morning when the World was begun I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun I was called from the Darkness by the Song of the Earth I joined in the Song, and She gave Me the Birth! I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high I dance in the Fire, and I never, ever, die I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea For I am the Lord of the wave's mystery I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain I dance in the wind, and thru the waving grain And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain; In the Spring I'm the Lord of the Dance once again! I dance at the Sabbat when you dance out the Spell I dance and sing that everyone be well And when the dancing's over do not think that I am gone To live is to Dance! So I dance on, and on! I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the Sun And I count the fruits of the Harvest, one by one I know the Storm is coming, but the Grain is all stored So I sing of the Dance of the Lady, and Her Lord: The Horn of the Lady cast its' sound 'cross the Plain The birds took the notes, and gave them back again Till the sound of Her music was a Song in the sky And to that Song there is only one reply: The moon in her phases, and the tides of the sea The movement of the Earth, and the Seasons that will be Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise thru the years That the Dance goes on thru all our joy, and tears We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance, But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance! The sun is in the southland and the days grow chill And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill 'Tis the horn of the Hunter, as he rides across the plain And the Lady sleeps 'til the Spring comes again The Sun is in the Southland and the days lengthen fast And soon we will sing for the Winter that is past Now we light the candles and rejoice as they burn And we dance the Dance of the Sun's return! They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night They danced on the Earth, and everything was light They danced out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn And the Day of that Dancing is still going on! I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth And I feel the pain of dying, and re-birth And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise For the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay I dance in the stars as they whirl throughout space And I dance in the pulse of the veins in your face No dance is too great, no dance is too small, You can look anywhere, for I dance in them all! Pict Song 2.0 words (c) 1994 by Isaac Bonewits (based on R. Kipling's "Pict Song") (c) 1994 by Isaac Bonewits. This song may be reposted freely on the Net, provided no editing is done and this notice is attached. Isaac has two albums of his other songs available on tape: "Be Pagan Once Again!" and "Avalon Is Rising!" Call him at 1-800-DRUIDRY for a catalog of these and other Pagan and magical music and lecture tapes by him and others, as well as notification of his upcoming album and concerts. Envoi: We are the little folk, we, Tapping away on our keys, Sailing the silicon sea, Weaving the Net as we please... 1: Eternally tyranny spreads, Always its heavy hoofs fall On our paychecks, our votes, and our beds, And the strong never heed when we squall. Their power grows on and that's all; And they think themselves safe in their greed, Behind each secure garden wall, Ignoring the rage of our breed. Chorus: We are the little folk, we, Too little to love or to hate; Just the techno-peasantry, But watch as we drag down the great! We are the bug in the code. We are the gap in the text. We are the data grown old. We are the program that's -- hexed. 2: They seem secure from all threat, Their power so vast and so vile. But we have learned on the Net How to tap any government file Or corporate scheme, and we smile, As the bastards go mad in their quest For the ones who've exposed all their guile, While logging on only as "Guest!" [Chorus] 3: No, maybe we are not strong, But we know hackers who are And gladly we'll guide them along, With I-Ds to take them in far, And passwords to clear every bar To databanks musty and deep. And we'll dump all the dirt star-dot-star, To the Net while our rulers still sleep! [Chorus, repeat Envoi] * SPRING STRATHSPEY -Gwydion PenDerwyn copyright probably to Nemeton Myrddyn was playing his pipes in the wood, And it sounded so good to my feeling. Hiree, hiroo stirred the dance in the blood, And my fresh maidenhood started reeling. Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me, As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long. I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it, I want to be merrily courted in spring. Round us the trees formed a wheel in my mind, As if all womankind were careering. Softly he touched me, our hands intertwined, And we gently reclined in the clearing. Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me, As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long. I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it, I want to be merrily courted in spring. Dew-fall to star-fall he made love to me, In a manner so free and revealing. Swift-footed, light-footed, goat-footed, he Played a sweet melody with such feeling. Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me, As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long. I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it, I want to be merrily courted in spring. Daylight and I wake to spring's sweet bouquet And a glorious day of beginning. Myrddyn has gone on his magical way, But the equinox day leaves me spinning. Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me, As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long. I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it, I want to be merrily courted in spring. THE WICCAN REDE -Anonymous (Tune: "Leatherwing Bat" aka "Celtic Circle Dance") Bide the wiccan laws you must, In perfect love and perfect trust: Live you must and let to live, Fairly take and fairly give Form the circle thrice about To keep unwelcome spirits out To bind your spell will every time, Let the spell be spake in rhyme Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak you little, listen much Deosil go by the waxing moon, Chanting out the baleful tune When the Lady's moon is new, Kiss your hand to her times two When the moon rides at her peak, Then your heart's desire seek Heed the north winds mighty gale, Lock the door and trim the sail When the wind comes from the south, Love will kiss thee on the mouth When the wind blows from the east, Expect the new and set the feast. When the wind blows from the west Bardic words be at their best! When ye have and hold a need, Harken not to others greed With a fool no season spend, Or be counted as his friend When misfortune is enow, Wear the star upon thy brow True in love you ever be, Lest thy love be false to thee Merry meet and merry part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind the threefold law you should Three times bad and three times good Nine woods in the cauldron go, Burn them fast and burn them slow Elder be the Lady's tree, Burn it not or cursed you'll be When the wheel begins to turn, Soon the Beltane fires will burn When the wheel hath turned a Yule Light the log the Horned One rules Heed you flower, bush and tree, By the Lady blessed be Where the rippling waters go, Cast a stone, the truth you'll know Bide the wiccan laws you must, In perfect love and perfect trust: These words the wiccan rede fulfill; "An harm you none, do what you will."

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