Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Williamson

Robin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.

In the part of the year
when men to gather fuel against the
cold
hear hoover ring on frosty ground
our song

for centuries we alone high on the moors
the deer for milk and cheese for leather
and
humans came nigh
for we our spells held them at bay
and with gifts of wine and grain did
us

returning at from the great mountains
out red hoods ring with lightly we run
until our own green hill
there we did

she is
she is snatched
watery meads straying our lovely

she of the eyes
she of the wild
up to the saddle of the lord of Weir
who has his castle upon a crag
a league

the horse of air at once we rode
to where Weir's castle like a crippled claw
into the
and taking form of brightly clad
we paced white ponies to the gate
and thereon
"we come to unto my lord of Weir
a song."

into his sorry hall we
where was our bound near his chair
"come a measure!"
"sir at we will!"
and we to sing and play
to lightly dance in rings and turn
no man within that hall keep his seat
but must dance and leap
against his

this was the way we danced them to the
and sent them on their way the world
where they leap amain
till they think one thought
for all I know may be dancing still

while we with our own
into our
and in
fast
the door.