Vegetation

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//