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The Coming of Lugh
by Iarwain
Lugh the Il-Dana came to the Tara
Lugh Samildanach came to the palace of the Tutha De
Lugh, master of all arts, came to Eireann
The gate keeper did not recognize Lugh
The gate keeper asked the Il-Dana his name
The gate keeper asked Lugh Samildanach what skill he possesed
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of battle
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a battle master
King Nuada de Danann is our battle master
Nuada Airgitlamh is our battle master
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of healing
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a master of healing
Diancecht de Danann is our master healer
Diancecht is master of all herbs and healings
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of knowledge
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a master of knowledge
Oghma de Danann is master of all learning
Oghma is master of all knowledge
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of Sailing
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a master of sailing.
Mananan mac Lyr de Danann is our master of ships.
Mananan mac Lyr, son of the sea, is our master of sailing
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of sorcery
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a master of sorcery
The Badb de Danann are mistresses of all sorcery
The three sisters Macha, Nemhain and
Morrigan are mistresses of all witchcraft
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of smithing
The gate keeper said:
We have no need of a master of smithing
Goibniu de Danann is our master of smithing
Goibniu is a master of all crafts
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of the battle
I am Lugh, master of healing
I am Lugh, master of knowledge
I am Lugh, master of sailing
I am Lugh, master of sorcery
I am Lugh, master of smithing
I bid you, unless you know of another who is master
of all these arts, take me to Nuada Airgitlamh,
take me to Nuada, king of the Tutha de Danann.
The gatekeeper went to Nuada.
When Nuada heard of Lugh's coming he said:
Let him come in, for never has his like entered
this fortress
Lugh the Il-Dana was admitted to the Tara
Lugh Samildanach was admitted to the palace of the Tuatha De
Lugh master of all arts found his place amongst the Tuatha de Denann
POETRY BY IOSEPH OF LOCKSLEY
-copyright 1988, 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III
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UPON MISTAKING HER FOR THE SUNRISE
My Lady, was it you I saw upon the grassy field this morn?
I thought it was the dawn come up above the hills and fields of corn!
The starlight paled, the rooster crowed, the Herald blew the morning horn,
I thought it was the dawn come up, or Resurrection's glorious Morn!
I thought the hall was set with gold, your hair reflected such a light!
My Lady, was it you I saw among the banqueters that night?
I walked as mazed in Elfin Halls, and wared a Dragon's jealous Sight!
I thought the Hall was set with gold, for golden was that joyful night!
My Lady, was it you I saw, a-combing spun-gold tresses fair?
Was it The Lady of the Lake, or Yseult of the Golden Hair?
Thine eyes shone out in candle-light and laughed at me a-standing there!
My Lady, was it you I saw, or was it dawn a-sitting where
I watched Her comb Her golden Hair?
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MY HARP AND LUTE
My Harp and Lute are wood and wire,
crafted lovingly and slow
Their music brings me from the pain
of this frail World here below
and takes me to the Doors of Heav'n;
whither upward I would go.
My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time,
Marks the measure of the tune
Counts the moments of the Dance
Sets the sygil of the Rune.
On that rock I build my Song
Singing to the rising Moon.
Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words;
Words to sweep, and twist, and roll,
Words the weft to weave the web
Woven with a single goal:
A Web to catch My Lady's heart;
A Web to touch My Lady's Soul.
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HE SPEAKS OF HIS WIFE WITH PASSION
-Ioseph of Locksley
(after the Old Irish)
copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III
The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Fearful and trembling, but still she came,
Looking at me thru eyes that saw a thousand years.
Filling my home with laughter, her hair aflame.
The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Free, unfettered, breaking her chains
That bound her to her mundane daily fears.
Filling my home with joy, her hair aflame.
The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Graceful and gentle, worthy of her name,
Giving me my children, hearts I hold so dear;
Gracing my home with sons and daughters, her hair aflame.
Shy One, let us be gone to the hills
And join the Sidhe in their revels,
Leaving the world behind us;
On a white horse will we ride, with a hound.
The Red Cat walked into my life,
With no warning she came!
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SONGS BY IOSEPH OF LOCKSLEY
-copyright 1988 W. J. Bethancourt III
unless otherwise noted
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CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE
copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III
recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE
WTP-0002
tune: Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat
Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand
once I talked to a great Grey Man
spun three times and said with a sigh
hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye!
Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day
hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay
hi di diddle i diddle i day
fol the dink a dum diddle do di day
Hi said the Lady, dressed in green
prettiest thing I've ever seen
she went down underneath the hill
and came back out of her own free will
Brian Boru, on Irish ground
walked three times the Island round
Norsemen came lookin for a fight
just another Irish Saturday night!
Hi said Lugh on the banquest night
a poet and a player and a good wheelwright
a harper and a warrior and none the least:
a Druid and he got in to the Feast!
Harold Haardrada's face was red!
Came to Britain and he wound up dead
Stamford Bridge is where he's found
got six feet of English ground
the Legion with it's Eagles bright
marched into the Pictish night
met them there upon the sand
gave em up to the Wicker Man!
eight-legged steed and hound of Hel
the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well
fire burn and fire spark
are you then feared of the dark?
The Circle forms, the Circle flows
the Circle goes where no man knows
Hail to the Lady, one in three:
Present is Past and Past is Me!
Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight
all thru the Day all thru the Night
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is Past and Past is Thee!
Hi said the Lady dressed in white
sang the Day and sang the Night
sang the Land and sang the Sea
sang the Song, and then sang Me!
(extra verses) Salt and oil and mirror bright
fire and fleet and candlelight
by fin and feather, leaf and tree,
fill the cup and blessed be!
From the misty crystal sea
came the Lady to the lea
Sword and Roses in Her Hand
spread their seeds thruout the Land
Came the Stag from oaken wood
saw the Lady where she stood
by the fire burning bright
came to know his heart's delight!
(end of extra verses)
By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound
Blessed Be: the Day I've found
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is Past and Past is WE
By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
bledded be the Day you're born!
Fire burn and fire bright
walk in safety thru the night
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