Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Robin

Robin Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.

In the third part of the
when men begin to gather against the
coming
hear ring hard on frosty ground
begins our

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 they gifts of wine and grain did
us

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

she is
she is snatched
through watery meads our lovely

she of the eyes
she of the hair
snatched up to the saddle of the lord of
who has his high upon a crag
a league

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

into his sorry we stepped
was our daughter bound near his chair
"come a measure!"
"sir at we will!"
and we began to and play
to lightly dance in and faster turn
no man within that hall could his seat
but needs must and leap
against his

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

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