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This entry made: 10/26/1997
Title: Celtic Circle Dance
Lyrics by: Ioseph of Locksley (W.J. Bethancourt)
Tune: Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat (Traditional Appalachian)
Date: 1984
Source: http://www.witchhaven.com/atho/files/filk/BARDIC.ZIP
Recorded on: Celtic Circle Dance, WTP-002C
Subject: General
The Guitar is tuned "DADGBD" and only two chords are used:
"D" dorian mode:
string: 6 5 4 3 2 1 this is just like a normal "D" chord but with
fret number: 0 0 0 2 3 0 first string unfingered.
"C" dorian mode:
string: 6 5 4 3 2 1 the 5th and 6th strings fingered like "C"
fret number: 0 3 2 0 3 0 with the 2nd string held from the other chord.
D C
Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand
D
once I talked to a great Grey Man
D
spun three times and said with a sigh
C D
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 The Circle forms, the Circle flows
prettiest thing I've ever seen the Circle goes where no man knows
she went down underneath the hill Hail to the Lady, one in three:
and came back out of her own free will Present is Past and Past is Me!
Brian Boru, on Irish ground Hi said the Lady dressed in white
walked three times the Island round sang the Day and sang the Night
Norsemen came lookin for a fight sang the Land and sang the Sea
just another Irish Saturday night! sang the Song, and then sang Me!
Hi said Lugh on the banquet night Salt and oil and mirror bright
a poet and a player and a good wheelwright fire and fleet and candlelight
a harper and a warrior and none the least: by fin and feather, leaf and tree,
a Druid and he got in to the Feast! fill the cup and blessed be!
Harold Haardrada's face was red! From the misty crystal sea
Came to Britain and he wound up dead Came the Lady to the lea
Stamford Bridge is where he's found Sword and Roses in Her Hand
got six feet of English ground Spread their seeds thruout the Land
the Legion with it's Eagles bright Came the Stag from oaken wood
marched into the Pictish night saw the Lady where she stood
met them there upon the sand by the fire burning bright
gave em up to the Wicker Man! came to know his heart's delight!
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 By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
all thru the Day all thru the Night Blessed be the Day you're born!
Hail to the Lady, one in Three Fire burn and fire bright
Present is Past and Past is Thee! walk in safety thru the night
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