I put my hand upon her knee
And she said - do you want to see?

I put my hand upon her brest
And she said - do you want to kiss?

Gently gently johnny
Gently johnny, my jingle
(repeat)

I put my hand upoon her thigh
And she said - would you like to try?

I put my hand upon her belly
And she said - do you want to feel me?

Gently gently gently johnny
Gently johnny my jingle...
(repeat)

I put my hand upon her knee
And she said - do you want to see?

I put my hand upon her brest
And she said - do you want to kiss?

Gently gently gently johnny
Gently johnny my jingle

CHORUS:
There's frigging on the rigging;
Wanking on the planking,
Tossing on the crossing,
There was ***** all else to do.

or repeat First Verse as Chorus:

Twas on the good ship Venus,
By God you should have seen us,
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast the Captain's penis.

The captain of this lugger,
He was a dirty bugger,
He wasn't fit to shove shit
From one place to another.

The captain's wife was Mabel.
Whenever she was able,
She'd fornicate the second mate
Upon the galley table.

Oh, the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Chorus
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, will ye go?

By Rowan WhistleWalker, June 2004

I try to deny you,
afraid of what you offer.
Torn by my confusion
between reality and illusion.
Afraid of self-delusion;
Seeking a resolution,
I'm finding revelation
that I've known all along.

<chorus>

Here is one of ours so everyone can sing along whenever they see us play.


Hatred is a crime
No more burning times
The reason's in the rhyme
No more burning times
Goddess so sublime
No more burning times
She's back for good this time
No more burning times
wo wo wo wo wo wo wo yeah

I thought I saw your face
but my eyes were closed
in a trance to your dance
I moved to the dream of you
never wanting to awake.

I hear your voice
whispering in my head
caressing me
tormenting me
releasing me
back into the void

By yon bonnie banks And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright On Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love where ever want to be
On the bonnie, bonnie banks O' Loch Lomond.

-- Chorus
Oh ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland before you,
But me and my ture love shall never meet again
by the Bonnie, bonnie banks O' Loch Lomond.

'twas there that we parted In yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side O' Ben Lomon'
Where in purple hue The highland hills we view
And the morn shines out Frae the gloamin'

"Alexander & Aarcher"
Pagans sing, are you listenin',
Altar's set, candles glisten,
It's a Magickal night, we're having tonight,
Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland

Blades held high, censer smoking,
God and Goddess, we're invoking,
Through Elements Five, we celebrate life,
Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland,

YE CHILDREN ALL OF MOTHER EARTH
Ellen Reed
(Tune: "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear")

Ye children all of Mother Earth
join hands and circle around
To celebrate the Solstice night
When our lost Lord is found.
Rejoice, the year has begun again
The Sun blesses skies up above
So share the season together now
In everlasting Love

GLORIA
Ellen Reed

Snow lies deep upon the Earth
Still our voices warmly sing
Heralding the glorious birth
Of the Child, the Winter King

SHARE THE LIGHT
(The First Noel)

CHORUS: Share the light, share the light!
Share the light, share the Light!
All paths are one on this holy night!

On this Winter holiday, let us stop and recall
That this season is holy to one and to all.
Unto some a Son is born, unto us comes a Sun,
And we know, if they don't that all paths are one.

Be it Chanukah or Yule, Christmas time or Solstice night,
All celebrate the eternal light.
Lighted tree or burning log, Or eight candle flames.
All gods are one god, whatever their names.

"Sunblade"
(Tune: "Hark the Herald Angels Sing")

Hark the neo-Pagans sing,
Glory to the Holly King!
Peace on Earth and mercy mild,
God and Goddess reconciled,
Hear us now as we proclaim,
We have risen from the flames,
Our ancient Craft now we reclaim,
In the God and Goddess' names
Hark the neo-Pagans sing,
Glory to the Holly King!

Smeagolian Rhapsody by Precioussss

Isss this the real life?
Isss this just fantasy?
Caught in my dark cave
No escape from reality
Open our eyes
Look up to the caves and see
I'm just a poor Smeagol, we needs no sympathy
Because we's easy comes, easy goes
A little high, little low, gollum
Anyway the stream flows, doesn't really matter to us, to us

tune: "Volga Boatmen"

Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)

Now you are the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

May the candles on your cake
burn like cities in your wake

When I was a young girl I used to like boys,
I fondled their tights and played with their toys,
But me boy friend ran off with a salesman named Bruce,
You'd never get treatment like that from a Moose!

CHORUS: So it's Moose, Moose, I like a Moose,
I've never had anything quite like a Moose,
I've had many lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a Moose!

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
and one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share.
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
and he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.


Ring di-didle-idle-a-di-oh,
Ring di-diddly-i-oh,
ah he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.


About that time 2 young and lovely girls just happened by,
and one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built,
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt."


Ring di-didle-idle-a-di-oh,
Ring di-diddly-i-oh,
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt.

Oh gimme that Ol' time religion,
Gimme that Ol' Time religion,
Gimme that Ol' Time religion,
It's good enough for me.

Oh, we'll worship like the Druids,
Drinking strange fermented fluids,
And run naked through the woods;
It's good enough for me.

There'll be lots of pagan lovin'
When we're meeting in our coven.
Quit your pushin' and your shovin
And leave room enough for me!

'Tis the gift to be simple,
'Tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,
to bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed
To turn, turn, will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning, we come round right.

When She danced on the water and the wind was Her horn
The Lady laughed and everything was born
And when She lit the sun and the light gave Him birth
The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth.

Chorus:
Dance, dance, where ever you may be
For I am the Lord of the Dance," said He
and I'll live in you, if you live in me
And I'll lead you all in the Dance," said He

We had a chicken, no eggs would it lay.
We had a chicken, no eggs would it lay.
My wife said, "Honey, we're losing money, And that ain't funny." No eggs would it lay.
One day a rooster came in our yard
And caught that chicken right off its guard.

It's laying eggs now, just like it used to
Ever since that rooster came in our yard.
It's laying eggs now, just like it used to
Ever since that rooster came in our yard.

Bring me some whiskey, mother
I'm feeling frisky, mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
I need a lover, mother
No, not my brother, mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!

Gerbils don't make it, mother
They just can't take it, mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
Owls, bats and other critters
Just tend to give me jitters
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!

In the cool of the evening, they used to gather, 'neath stars in the meadow, circled near an old oak tree.
At the times appointed by the seasons of the Earth, and the phases of the moon.
In the center of them stood a woman, equal with the others, and respected for her worth.
One of the many we call the Witches, the teachers and the keepers of the wisdom of the Earth
The people grew through the knowledge she gave them, herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting healing incantations, calling forth the Wise Ones, celebrating in dance and song

(sung to the tune of "Chatanooga Choo-Choo")
Anon

Pardon me boy -
Is this the lair of Great Cthulu?
In the city of slime,
Where it is night all the time.

Bob Hope never went
Along the road to Great Cthulu
And Triple-A has no maps,
And all the Tcho-tchos lay traps.