Taliesin Wordweaver |
(Sung to the tune of Scarborough Fair)
Are you going to Viking Hawai'i? Valleys, sheep, volcanos and ice Remember me to one who sails there He once owed a weregild of mine Tell him to make me a chainmail shirt Valleys, sheep, volcanos and ice Without a forge, nor fine wire work For then he's paid a weregild of mine Tell him to sow me a crop that will grow Valleys, sheep, volcanos and ice Between the seas and lava flows For then he's paid a weregild of mine Tell him to build me a ship out of leather Valleys, sheep, volcanos and ice And steer it clear with a rudder of heather For then he's paid a weregild of mine Tell him to make me a quiver of arrows Valleys, sheep, volcanoes and ice and tip the shaft with the teeth of a sparrow For then he's paid a weregild of mine If he tells me he can't, then I'll reply Valleys, sheep, volcanoes and ice Vow to me that you will try Or you shall be a weregild of mine |
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