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A Woman’s Beltane Drinking Song

A Woman’s Beltane Drinking Song

Last updated on: April 23, 2015 at 11:24 am by Katrina Rasbold

A Woman’s Beltane Drinking Song 2015-04-23T11:24:14-08:00 Katrina Rasbold

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How often is it that we ladies get a drinking song all our own? Not often enough, so back in 1995, I wrote one for you and here it is.

A Celtic Woman’s Beltane Lament

I met a man from Glaston Town

He said, “They call me Bill.

I really dasn’t likes it ‘cause

Me name is really Will.”

He sparked me spark, he lit me fire,

He tol’ me pretty lies,

But then I couldn’t find ‘im

‘Cause the smoke got in me eyes.

CHORUS:

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

All on a Beltane night.

A randy Celtic woman waits

And not a man in sight.

—

I met a man from Glaston Town

His name was Brother Sun.

A bonny lad with flashin’ eyes,

I thought we’d have some fun.

I set me sights to have ‘im,

So I plied the lad with rum.

But I knew we were in trouble when

He slipped and called me ‘Mum’.

REPEAT CHORUS

—

I met a man from Glaston Town

And Straw Dog was his name,

With fingers long and body hard,

Could elsewhere be the same?

I said, “If all’s proportional

I’ve found me man for life.”

He laughed and said, “That’s sweet, my child

You’ll ‘ave to ask me wife.”

REPEAT CHORUS

—

I met a man from Glaston Town

A blacksmith would he be,

An ‘andsome man just me type,

But a love that could not be.

It warn’t not social classin’ thing

That kept me far from him.

He war the man o’ my best friend

She’d tear me limb from limb.

REPEAT CHORUS

—

I met a man from Glaston Town

Who beat upon a drum.

I asked ‘im for a lock o’ hair.

He gladly gave me one.

I thought at last I’d found him,

That me Beltane Lord had come,

But the only skin he touched all night

Was the skin upon his drum.

REPEAT CHORUS

—

I met a man from Glaston Town

A tankard in his hand.

They said he made the finest brew

You’d find in all the land.

He smiled and said, “I’ve whatcha need.

It’s warm and stiff and strong.”

He thrust his tankard in me hand

And sent me on along.

REPEAT CHORUS

—

So here I sits alone again

With Beltane come and gone.

I guess you’re good at guessin’

That me song is nearly done.

A broken pride and itchy bits

A lukewarm cup o’ beer

Are all I’ve gleaned this Beltane night…

But there always is next year.

REPEAT CHORUS

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