Voodoo votive poles ....

Gryndiilowes und miretekk ,Barro boans und marrawhytes ..sycca moons et terrafryghtes
ontoyonderduskandale. hen forthe ye beogglemenne, jack o de green or him be lamplit..peksiepucks
et sackbagheads...rivelling blanqeyed in the dark.

Arande an yonder borroface , ryming stickpricks in the eyes, grown ya nosey fellalass ganna
vommiitiiorum arte yalies.
Rank in Major Vector V, Bladed Chevron at arms length, come thy still and parry me, abreaft i stand
aloofishly.
Commit firth at weirside, lookit forthe at Domkey , underange and softfelt. Annatyde & Tyme pon a
solver chain. Fob off yellaman and takes tha tixer for a buries ya.
Incorporeal corpse at coppice copse wuth copperhands and a copperhead.

that shrewd and knavish sprite

Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?
The Promethium Moon ' is hounding' me,
As take I wi' my Xenos to thunder road.
The embermenne are Mercy me
As step I wi' the moonshine for my load.
Chorus

Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go

By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Aillort* and by Morar to the sea
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.
The blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

The merciless Myron,

Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him, from the Western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied

Bliinding blinksunne stained myeye flaps..stillness paeing omage to a whisper o wind.. gortly poles
heldfast the raveged milken land.. maidensong laughterring echoes pon motherknee.

Swooping gallowdansa smirks a follikal, how gannit thy Crowmpon.. thenitt gravenasks for parle.
Brackenshiel lamelay prickleskut - coaling