Amaranth

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Asphodel

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

Blossom

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

Bracken

The lily in the lochen and the rowan by the clacken
The gowan and the bracken in the heather by the shore

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Briar, briar rose

And all the sorrows of their sires,
Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me,
Upon the thorny, thorny briars,
May the wild water toss me

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

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

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Briony

My pony she was silver shod
Born in a thousand avalanches
And every step my pony trod
There sprung a tangle of briony branches

The Royal Road at the World's End, The Wyrd Meme

Celandine

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Centaury

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Clove

Though the road be dark as clove and long as laurel
In tornadic Arkansas and Alabama

Where Twines the Path, The Amber Gatherers

Crocus

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

Daffodil

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

Dog's mercury

First thing she gave me:
Two sprays of old Dog's Mercury

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), Spoils

Dogwood

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Fennel

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
To choke up the garden to harden the earth
Against any rebirth to crowd out the fennel and sorrel

Coral & Tar, The Wyrd Meme

Flower

I know she rose early, for I heard her sweet singing
Echoing over the flowering heath.
She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden,
The holly, the ivy twined into a wreath

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

So I called the owl, the lurker, in the wood
Who knows the ways of rose and rood
To open up or face the flowers
And the cat, the solo prowler in the glade
May she be taken up and flayed
Or brave the aeons and the hours
Give them a quiet passage to a welcome grave

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Well, I asked the sun, ever westward heading
Fair flower aspect, come cast your craft
Come bring some love to a chemical wedding
And the answer came, as shield to shaft

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Also mentioned in Song Composed in December, but I can't make out the full lyric

Heather

The lily in the lochen and the rowan by the clacken
The gowan and the bracken in the heather by the shore

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Oh Caledonia, my Caledonia
You land of heather, mountain, lough and sea
Oh Caledonia, my Caledonia
My Caledonia, this one's for thee

Scandal and Trance, unreleased

Hellebores

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Hemlock

With soul enwreathed in hemlock
And mind enthralled to death knock
I wander as a crookback
Through arid lands and broad

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased

Hollyhocks

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Laurel

see Trees

Lily

For I am like a chimney,
A chimney in the snow,
White as any lily,
Yet blacker than the coal

Let me Lie and Bleed Awhile, 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

The lily in the lochen and the rowan by the clacken
The gowan and the bracken in the heather by the shore, shore, shore
The clamour of the gannetry, the blatter of the grackle

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Lily as an adjective

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

Marigold

I made my bed so shallow
Among the marigold and marshmallow
It's then I heard the old men say
"Why deny the sea her prey?
Come follow the old men of the shells"

The Old Men of the Shells, The Amber Gatherers

Mistletoe

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Myrtle

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

Rhododendron

And so I'll leave my native land,
Clad in birch and rhododendron
In Caerlon, Albion, and Man,
May river flow and ever wend on

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, The Amber Gatherers

Rosemary

Last thing she gave me:
One dewy sprig of rosemary
And half a compass

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), Spoils

Rue

If at twelve o'clock I'd walk a shadow's length behind you
The deeper I will have to dig the driven snow to find you
Alas, alas, cruel Boreas, you chill our very marrow
We will strew our pillow with the rue and with the yarrow

Hyperboreans, A Selection of Marches, Quicksteps, Laments, Strathspeys Reels and Country Dances

"Sleeping lord, oh sleeping lord
Father of the primal horde
Once adored, now ever more
Ever more forsaken
Must we too, oh must we too
Eventually lie down like you
Oh bed of rue and never more
Never more awaken?"

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

Seaweed

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 Amber Gatherers

Sorrel

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
To choke up the garden to harden the earth
Against any rebirth to crowd out the fennel and sorrel

Coral & Tar, The Wyrd Meme

Samphire

So deeper, deeper I made my home
Among the samphire, among the ocean foam
The curlew call my curfew bell
Leads me to my bed of pearls
To lie with the old men of the shells

The Old Men of the Shells, The Amber Gatherers

Tormentil

Hollyhocks and hellebores
To lay upon his open sores
The dogwood and the briar-rose
To lay upon him in repose
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

Yarrow

If at twelve o'clock I'd walk a shadow's length behind you
The deeper I will have to dig the driven snow to find you
Alas, alas, cruel Boreas, you chill our very marrow
We will strew our pillow with the rue and with the yarrow

Hyperboreans, A Selection of Marches, Quicksteps, Laments, Strathspeys Reels and Country Dances