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Half
Embalm one __half__ in chamberlye and abandoned in some gully __Half__ hung on the gallows high for folly and vainglory

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

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

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), //Spoils//

The hidden sin is __half__ forgiven The hidden sin is __half__ forgiven When by sin the world is riven All that's hidden is revealed

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

One
"I will visit the same upon thee thousand-fold, I will visit the same upon thee. And may you become __one__ with the water so dumb, Flow away, flow away, flow away.

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

And the larks sang melodious, Polly, At the dawning of the day. And they only know the __one__ song, Polly, But they sing it wondrously.

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//

Well, you know this is a good place, A seemly place to summer, But you should find another, Another __one__ to winter. .... 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//

As I roved out __one__ Shrovetide Eve Among the bramble and the cloudberry It's then I heard a melody A-blowing over the Northern Sea: The song of the old men of the shells

The Old Men of the Shells, //The Amber Gatherers//

I must be going, no longer staying O'er towering mountain I must now leave No longer staying, no more love laying On __one__ who wearies of the very air she breathes

The Calfless Cow, //The Amber Gatherers//

From Grief there grew a rosary of tears They grew to form a swarm of hornets They took the air and they swarmed as __one__ This __one__ apported three fire-garnets And sealed the rising of the unconquered sun.

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

__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

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

Next __one__ frowned and he went down Then gave a laugh and forked up the path And flew away forever Next __one__ cowered and drew away Then sprung back into my face Because my face betrayed a smile Because my smile betrayed some love I had to go down to the hazel grove Now we'll all go down together Only __one__ more task to tackle Before we reach the final battle

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold Then she turned her face to me and she said with __one__ look "The willow grows ever aslant of the brook Regardless the shape and the heft of your book ... And this she did say as she leapt o'er the stile "Bridges like this must entirely lack guile It hinges on us, son, to find our own rust, son So give up the gloom, son, just trust, just trust" All this with __one__ look And man, was I spooked! ... Last thing she gave me: __One__ dewy sprig of rosemary And half a compass

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), //Spoils//

She knows that she's the __one__ to go before us Making each and every border porous

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

And only __one__ 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//

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

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 ... 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

Well 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

Two
First thing she gave me: __Two__ sprays of old Dog's Mercury Then I knew that this was serious

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), //Spoils//

Three
Meantime we'll see __three__ forests rise and fall in mulch and rind-rust We'll see the woodsmen turn and fly and the Devil take the hindmost And you'll call on your inmost scorn to lay upon their babies I'll call upon my opiate wand to lay upon their ladies 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 ... From Grief there grew a rosary of tears They grew to form a swarm of hornets They took the air and they swarmed as one This one apported __three__ fire-garnets And sealed the rising of the unconquered sun.

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//

Then there came travellers, travellers __three__ Happening randomly by-o I'll tell you the names of these travellers __three__ Fitful and Listless and Sly-o

Peacock Strut, unreleased

A pox upon, a pox upon you __Three__ times a pox on your unholy name A pox upon you, a pox upon you And a blessing on all who would you profane ... It's a blessing on you, a blessing on you __Three__ times a blessing on your holy name It's a blessing on you, a blessing on you And a pox on any who would you profane

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, unreleased

He sang the hammer dryad away With sharpened heel, she __three__ times marked the ground

The Haruspex of Paradox, unreleased

Four
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//

Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves Columba, Columba, Columba What was the breadth of it? A furlong or __four__ What was the depth of it? A fathom or five

The Book of Doves, //Spoils//

Five
Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves Columba, Columba, Columba What was the breadth of it? A furlong or four What was the depth of it? A fathom or __five__

The Book of Doves, //Spoils//

Seven
I'll stand in the fallen masonry and say my sermons __seven__ For all the penitents in Hell and the celebrants in Heaven

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

He said I've sailed the __seven__ seas to find you __Seven__ seas and twenty three I've sailed a sickening sea of golden coins To be near you, to be free

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

Nine
In the graveyard, down in the graveyard I stooped to drink the sacramental wine All for to lay upon the wounds of our dear saviour Well, I though to gather up the sacred __nine__ I though to gather up the sacred __nine__

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

Ten
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//

Eighteen
It's __eighteen__ years since the loud cicadas Made us leave our imperilled shores

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

Twenty three
He said I've sailed the seven seas to find you Seven seas and __twenty three__ I've sailed a sickening sea of golden coins To be near you, to be free

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

Thousand
"I will visit the same upon thee __thousand-fold__, I will visit the same upon thee. And may you become one with the water so dumb, Flow away, flow away, flow away.

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

I dreamed I rode the royal road Spurred on by angry keen of banshees Saw many men endaubed in woad Their ladies held in crimson clenches My pony she was silver shod Born in a __thousand__ avalanches

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

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

Two thousand
These are the wheels of the world, my friend, you must understand, For __two thousand__ years they've been spreading destruction all over this land

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

One million
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