Our Lady Greensleeves

        The winter moon is shining bright
        The yuletide log is burning
        Good people gather and tonight
        The sabbat wheel is turning


        Twas at the feast of bright beltain
        When we all were a maying
        Sweet minstrel, pleated her gown of grains
        Spring round the lady was playing


        So drink thee wassail everyone
        Good pagans all make merry
        With wine as red as the reborn sun
        As red as Holly berry


        Joy, Mirth, the Sun's rebirth
        Noels of old we greet thee
        Life's ring is the song we sing
        Of praises of the Lady


        And though now robed in snow
        Her wintery garb deceives
        For bedecked with holly and misteltoe
        She is still our Lady Greensleeves


        Dance, sing, come join the ring
        As the yuletides boughs she weaves
        Fair Queen, the evergreen,
        Sweet lovely Lady Greensleeves



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