Arms

So arm in arm, we'll run towards that pair
And we as they, joined and double-threaded
And arms flung wide, we'll run towards that pair
And never fear that which once we dreaded.

Farewell Sorrow, Farewell Sorrow

Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine.
Link arms and join our lusty chorus
...
For I'm pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife.
Link arms and join our lusty chorus

Join our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

I had a sip of the King's wine, the King's wine,
I had a sip of the King's wine, down by the sea
Then I fell asleep in the King's arms, the King's arms,
I fell asleep in the King's arms, down by the sea

I Had a Kiss of the King's Hand, The Amber Gatherers

The Lord lends his arm in an answer of prayer
For the womb that begets and the worm that devours
So bring yourself into a pasture of rapture
A new world will rise from the ruins of ours

The Merry Wake, unreleased

We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery eye
To take whichever way they list your craven arms and brazen thighs

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Bleed, blood, bloody

I had a daughter and a son,
But in the undergrowth I lost them.
For I am made of blood and bone,
And they are made of bud and blossom

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

Let me lie and bleed awhile, let me lie and bleed a while,
Let me lie and bleed awhile, I will rise and fight again

Let me Lie and Bleed Awhile, The Amber Gatherers

I saw the very sire of hell himself
Rallying his bloody commonwealth
The work I do will line his coffers well
The work I do will guild the halls of hell

I Have a Charm, The Amber Gatherers

For all the penitents in Hell and the celebrants in Heaven
And you'll kneel in the crowded marketplace and draw your vast Mandala
For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah
A tithe of skin, a toll of bone, a bloody libel burning
In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

The hazel forked three ways in my hand
Three ways in my blood
Three ways in my mind

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Well I took to the drink as if seeking a bog to be mired in
To join with the oak and join with the pine in their blood oath

Coral & Tar, The Wyrd Meme

And she a youngling in her bud
The green wood waxes early
She's lain with one too near in blood
Where the deer go running yearly-o

Brother Seed, unreleased

Sing the friar of denial, the abbot of unreason
Those shepherds of the nation making long and lonely moan, moan, moan
Those hunters (haunters?) of the hinterland who make such bold oration
Who keep such ugly vigil of our flesh and blood and bone, bone, bone

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

The amaranth and tormentil
To speed his blood and see him heal
The centaury and celandine
To lay upon his open shrine
And last of all the mistletoe
Bane of oak and Baldur's woe
With mastery of every foe
In whichsoever land he go

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

It's an untrue womb where bloodlines end
Though every vein runs open
And none may leave the untrue womb
The hymen is unbroken

And only one born in the caul
Can leave the untrue womb-o
And he makes note to bear his pall
The bloodline goes with him

The Untrue Womb, First Edition

Body

My body was your instrument of lust
My body was your instrument of lust
Your body was my instrument of lust
Your body was my instrument of lust

Come, My Darling Polly, Farewell Sorrow

Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready,
Though there's no warlike bone in all my body

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

Dighty's long and Dighty's deep
Dighty's mirk and dreary-o
In Dighty water now does sleep
The body of our dearie-o

Dighty Burn, Dighty Burn 7"

Bone

"I will squeeze your lungs like the bellows of an organ,
And blow on your bones like the pipes.
With a rat-a-tat-tat on your skull like a drum,
A rat-a-tat-tat on your skull"

I Fell in Love, Farewell Sorrow

I had a daughter and a son,
But in the undergrowth I lost them.
For I am made of blood and bone,
And they are made of bud and blossom.

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready,
Though there's no warlike bone in all my body

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah
A tithe of skin, a toll of bone, a bloody libel burning
In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

Sing the friar of denial, the abbot of unreason
Those shepherds of the nation making long and lonely moan, moan, moan
Those hunters (haunters?) of the hinterland who make such bold oration
Who keep such ugly vigil of our flesh and blood and bone, bone, bone

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib
And laid together in one crib, fleshless hide to bony rib

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Breast

But still I remember the things that you taught me,
A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest,
And the weakness of the head is the jewel of a woman,
So she shall repose with a babe at her breast

I Am a Young Man, Farewell Sorrow

Then Joy fell slowly out of focus
To meet with Grief in the Elysian Meres
From out her breast there grew a broken crocus
From Grief there grew a rosary of tears

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

Well, peak will drop to meet with trough
And lack will crack and be enough
And Mother, all your breasts' milk will be sour

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Now the death moth is jawlessly gnawing
And clawing my bairnie from me
While the fumbling gums of the nurse maid
Are wasting the breast of Mo Chroi

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Brow

This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand
I see him, I see him come running, a fire whisk all in his right hand
This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must know by now
I see him, I see him come running a hexagram all etched on his brow

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And the one from whom I kept my raking
From whom I crept when day was breaking
Upon her brow before awakening
I lay a last lamenting kiss

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

And I saw the boy of blazing brow take to rood like groom to bride
With muckle strength and muckle pride
Proclaim with voice like thunderbolt

And the boy of blazing brow on the rood, on the rood
And the boy of blazing brow on the rood
And the boy of blazing brow before whom every knee must bow
And the boy of blazing brow on the rood

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

Well I met with one, her eyes so long deprived of daylight
And on her brow, on her brow she wore all the woes of Zion

Bring Me the Glass, unreleased

Caul

And only one born in the caul
Can leave the untrue womb

The Untrue Womb, First Edition

Chamberlye

And we'll see three cities form and rise and crumble down to fine dust
We'll see the Burghers turn and fly and the Devil take the hindmost
Embalm one half in chamberlye and abandoned in some gully

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

Chest

Knife is in chest, poison in horn
Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Cum

Then coming from an old mash tun
I heard the sound of a young man cum
I paused awhile and gazed inside
The come was mine, the man was I

So Bored was I (Dark Triad), Spoils

Ear

The shackled harper sang her song
And the stone-eared feasters sang along

Unyoked Oxen Turn, Spoils

Eye

Then I saw a woman changing
From a woman to a gosling
Then I saw a woman changing
Before my eyes

I Went Hunting, Farewell Sorrow

And now the cruel war is on, she brings me a son,
And I know some foreign one has been with her, lying.
I know by his cradle cry, I know by his whine,
I know by the black of his eye, he's no son of mine.

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

Where does the River Rhine rise?
Where does the River Rhine rise?
Where does the River Rhine rise?
It rises in her eyes

When I look in her eyes
I see the River Rhine
...
And the Clyde inside the River Rhine
And so her eyes in mine

Where does the River Rhine rise?
Where does the River Rhine rise?
Where does the River Rhine rise?
It rises in her eyes

River Rhine, The Amber Gatherers

I came to the foot of the High-Low Stair
Something gave a twinkle in my eye

Unyoked Oxen Turn, Spoils

And it's so the heart sees and the eye bright
Oh the heart sees and the eye bright
Growing in the glade of twilight
Twined with myrtle scythed at dawn

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

Arise, arise, my clansmen all address a thousand healers
Those workers of the evil eye will tremble and they'll fear us

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Well I met with one, her eyes so long deprived of daylight
And on her brow, on her brow she wore all the woes of Zion

Bring Me the Glass, unreleased

We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery eye
To take whichever way they list your craven arms and brazen thighs

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Hair

"Of your yellow hair, I will fashion a bow
To scrape out a tune on your heart
Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills
To pluck on your veins like a harp"

I Fell in Love, Farewell Sorrow

And she gave me the wreath and she sang like a starling,
My fingers intwined in her feathery hair,
But she shrugged me away and said Alasdair, darling,
When a song's on the wind it belongs to the air

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

And they summoned you and you were there
The moon lighting your silver hair
You rose above the rowan trees
And this is what you said to me

I Walked Abroad in Evil Hour, Farewell Sorrow

Hand

And you can pray, pray and pray for life.
But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this,
That Life is but Death's own right-hand man
In every piece of his own left-hand business

Farewell Sorrow, Farewell Sorrow

And the beauty of the singing,
All along the valley ringing,
And the beauty of the singing
Stayed my hand

I Went Hunting, Farewell Sorrow

Down by the sea, knee-deep in seaweed,
I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea
I had a kiss of the King's hand, the King's hand,
I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea

I reached below his sleeve to find
As ordinary a hand as mine
It had four fingers and a thumb,
And a wedding band on one

I Had a Kiss of the King's Hand, The Amber Gatherers

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow?
How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung?
I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word,
He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

I went down to the hazel grove
And we'll all go down together
The hazel forked three ways in my hand
Three ways in my blood
Three ways in my mind

Hazel Forks, Spoils

And so I left her, and there I left her
Under no enchantment
Under no enchantment but my own
An empty-handed hunter
An empty-handed hunter coming home

Under No Enchantment (But My Own), Spoils

The hallucinator just looked and laughed
The king of time he's dragged her from the ocean
Stood her there to drip and dry
And he's led her by the hand
Back to her island still alone
As you or I

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, The Wyrd Meme

Willie chose to walk abroad
To walk the path of folly-o
Within his lily hand was clawed
Some other lairnie's dolly-o

Dighty Burn, Dighty Burn 7"

Light the need-fire, oh light the need-fire
Light the need-fire and the flame of bale
With narrow tapers in the cold hands of the dying
Hallowed candles in the warm hands of the hale / Waxen candles in the warm hands of the hale
Candles in the warm hands of the hale

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand
I see him, I see him come running, a fire whisk all in his right hand
This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand
I see him, I see him come running the cairo all in his left hand

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And joy to those who celebrate the breaking up of weapons
Who take a stand or raise a hand against all coming slaughter
And joy to those who strive to give a voice to those with none
The fosterer of errant son and ward of wild daughter

Song Composed in December, unreleased

The ranter, the shaker, the wife of the quaker
Under the cypress tree all join hands
The glum undertaker will bring to his maker
Their bodies relieved of all tiresome demands

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Then the fiddlng taylor, he sewed for me some new, new road clothes
And he took off into the woods alone
And he left me with a ruby in the hand

The Ruby in the Hawthorn, unreleased

Head

But still I remember the things that you taught me,
A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest,
And the weakness of the head is the jewel of a woman,
So she shall repose with a babe at her breast

I Am a Young Man, Farewell Sorrow

Whosoever draws my bath, I will wallow
Whoever draws my bath, I will wallow
And whensoever nods my head, I will go to bed
Whenever nods my head, I will go to bed

Where Twines the Path, The Amber Gatherers

I will now reveal the name they made:
"The asphodel and the lily red
The daffodil has lost its head
A bloom of dread, a bloom of dread
The newlywed and the nearly dead"

Hazel Forks, Spoils

And the one with whom I broke a bed vow
Her head inclines to the piano
There upon our neck so narrow
I lay a first fragmenting kiss

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

They've all come to dance, come to dance in the courtyard of the day
But I could not see the scandal when the trance was in my head

Scandal and Trance, unreleased

And Sly was he, oh he was a man
So fond of me, but more fond of a dram
And he was the head of this terrible clan
And "touch not the cat" was their slogan

Peacock Strut, unreleased

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing?
What cares the snow for the summer's thaw?
Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion?
Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Here's to you, here' s to you Gilly Rouen
Here's to you, here's to you Marry Gan
And to you, and to you Donal Piburn
Come march at the head of the clan

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Heart

Of your yellow hair, oh, I will fashion a bow
To scrape out a tune on your heart
Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills
To pluck on your veins like a harp"

I Fell in Love, Farewell Sorrow

They dowsed themselves into a tangle
Called themselves a hazel bush
They snarled so sweet and incomplete
That they stole the heart of a little song thrush

Hazel Forks, Spoils

The folks who are only trying for to turn an honest shilling
Their burly brawn is willing and their perfect minds are blown, blown, blown
The Good Lord gave them violence to deliver in his honour
The Bad Lord gave them violence to deliver in his stead
Their hearts will never falter on the altars of the martyrs
Their heart will not be bartered in the marketplace of dread, dread, dread

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And it's so the heart sees and the eye bright
Oh the heart sees and the eye bright
Growing in the glade at twilight
Twined with myrtle scythed at dawn

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

Fitful to trade was a sharpener of blades
You never saw one so venal
A barrel of ash where his heart should have been
A bramble in place of a brain-o

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Hide

It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib
And laid together in one crib, fleshless hide to bony rib

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Hymen

It's an untrue womb where bloodlines end
Though every vein runs open
And none may leave the untrue womb
The hymen is unbroken

The Untrue Womb, First Edition

Legs

One year I ran and ran and ran
In the east and the south and the north and the west
And it's only when I finally came to rest
Did I realise I had no legs
...
"I'm no cripple, I'm not lame
No, I'm just looking for my legs
I'm just looking for my legs"
...
Up the shale and down the scree
Wondering where those legs could be
And in the gallery so vast
Ambassadors were breaking fast
And when I asked they looked aghast
"We're all looking for our legs"
And in the balcony so high
Men of avarice rushing by
And when I asked they gave a sigh
"We're all looking for our legs"
And in the dining hall so long
The shackled harper sang her song
And the stone-eared feasters sang along
They sang "we're all looking for our legs"
...
"Look, I'm no cripple, I'm not lame
No, I'm just looking for my legs
Tell me, Brother, have you seen my legs?"
Then the Sage gave a wink (as a Sage should do)
And just as he began to freeze
He said these words, and I tell you true
"Forget your legs and find your knees"

Unyoked Oxen Turn, Spoils

Mitochondria

Strike the bray harp, strike up the bray harp
Strike the harp and let the wires breathe
Strike up the harp and raise your tiny voices
In Homeric hymns to mitochondrial Eve

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

Rib

And she will pull the bounteous yew
Through the broken ribs of Christ
As fine a tree as ever grew
Beyond the gates of Paradise

Dighty Burn, Dighty Burn 7"

It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib
And laid together in one crib, fleshless hide to bony rib

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Sinew

A briar of brawn and a forest of sinews
Will rise from the power they ploughed in the ground
And so in this way their dominion continues
All under the ever-encircling sun going down

Riddle Me This, The Amber Gatherers

Skin

For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah
A tithe of skin, a toll of bone, a bloody libel burning
In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

Spine

(only used in the context of a book: Enscribed on the spine with the Sign of the Fisherman)

Tail

And these the heft of a heron so deft to outdo me
And these the might of the merlin in flight to screw me
But such heft and such might, they struck me as slight
With tail and display I scared them away

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Thigh

We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery eye
To take whichever way they list your craven arms and brazen thighs

The End of Breeding, unreleased

The whole of the kingdom is clouded in brimstone
Sons against fathers and fathers 'gainst sons
Collar to shoulder and thighbone to shinbone
There never was heard such confusion of tongues

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Tongue

And you could never hold your lying tongue
You could never hold your lying tongue
You could never hold your lying tongue
Even with the wearing of a bridle

Come My Darling Polly, Farewell Sorrow

Oh, the notes you are forming, I long to possess them
They leap from your tongue and ascend on the breeze

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

So my tongue is not the one
You are scolded in or lulled in,
But the one that I was schooled in
Is the only one I know

Let me Lie and Bleed Awhile, The Amber Gatherers

I cast around to find my tune
Thinking to sing the song all alone
But wise words on a foolish tongue
Howsoever sweet they be sung

The Old Men of the Shells, The Amber Gatherers

The ptarmigan stands by the well at the world's end
Hoping to sunder your song, a strong burden
Hoping to steal your own song from you, sparky
To silence your song of one million tongues

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

The whole of the kingdom is clouded in brimstone
Sons against fathers and fathers 'gainst sons
Collar to shoulder and thighbone to shinbone
There never was heard such confusion of tongues

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Vein

I feel the sickener run in my veins,
Holy pulse-quickener, easer of pains

Carousing, Farewell Sorrow

"Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills
To pluck on your veins like a harp."

I Fell in Love, Farewell Sorrow

It's an untrue womb where bloodlines end
Though every vein runs open

The Untrue Womb, First Edition

Womb

It's of an untrue womb I sing
Wherein I find my mother
The untrue womb where all the plagues
Of all the ages gather
...
And none may leave the untrue womb
The hymen is unbroken

And only one born in the caul
Can leave the untrue womb

The Untrue Womb, First Edition

Arachne of the fangs hems me in
Dark embroidress with no loom hems me in her gory womb
Arachne of the fangs hems me in

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

The Lord lends his arm in an answer of prayer
For the womb that begets and the worm that devours
So bring yourself into a pasture of rapture
A new world will rise from the ruins of ours

The Merry Wake, unreleased