We seem to be arriving in Stragossa in early winter, I better ready some poetry for the citizens there for the coming of Mari Lwyd. I hope the people there like them and maybe come up with some on their own. I just don’t want the spirit to take what little they already have.
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Mari Lwyd, Mari Lwyd
Your dour pressence
We do not enjoy
You Haunt, and you sing
with the visage you bring
We won’t give a thing
To make it to Spring
Mari Lwyd, Mari Lwyd
Your deathly essence
does not but annoy
Your time, it is done
we hope you had fun
We won’t give the mead
you say that you need
Mari Lwyd, Mari Lwyd
We will not fall for
your devilish ploy
You thirst for our ale
you thirst for our wine
Your plan, it shall fail
with our furious rhymes
Repeat Till gone:
Mari Lwyd, Mari Lwyd
Return to the void
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You ask if I want for company
but I know what you offer’s not free
You’ll take all my liquor
and just make me suffer
so begone, I wish for reprieve
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Your presence it wreaks of death
You’re unable to draw breath
Begone from my sight
I don’t want to fight
And this night I wish to forget
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Your thirst makes the drunken man weep
your visage makes the shaken man cower
The liquor, we’ll keep
You’re presence, we’ll glower
Till we all see the moon’s darkest hour
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You boneheaded spirit of old
Please just do what you’re told
I won’t give you drink
If that’s what you think
please, just leave me alone
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I won’t take up arms
in steel or liquor
nor listen to yarns
nor sit here and bicker
with a ghost full of charms
who’s making me sicker
and trying to harm
my poor old ticker
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I fear not that which you threaten
your horse head nor your beast skin
I have control
and I’m telling you no
I will not give you my gin
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The Vultures won’t eat your body
The spirits picked you clean
I’m not scared of this old banshee
now please, just leave me be
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Mari Lwyd of the winter
Mari Lwyd of the Night
Who has us all a titter
of your ghostly sight
Our Food and our Liquor
we’ll keep for ourselves
As you retreat quicker
to your ghostly realm
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You shall not enter
You shall not drink
You’ll only soon venture
To the next home’s brink
Our wine and our ale
Shall be only ours
Not the one with a tail
who dances with stars
Please leave us in peace
Please let us be merry
Mari Lwyd please cease
you must be weary
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Move along Mari Lwyd Move along
Move along To that house move along (pointing to another house)
Move along with no ale move along
move along we’re not scared move along
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Oh spirit of old
who wants for our ale
return to the cold
and tonight’s windy gale
we will not be so bold
as to fight you with steel
please leave us our hold
and tonight’s great meal
you return to the trail
empty handed and wanting
with us there’s no sale
of your fiendish plotting
