Pagan Folk

Tine Bealtaine Un, deux, trois, quatre (One, two, three, four)

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh A gentleman was passing by And he stopped for a drink As he was dry : At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh My pack is full unto the brim And if I were to stoop I might fall in If your true love was passing by You'd fill him a drink if he were dry She swore by grass, she swore by corn Her true love had never been born He said: Young girl you're swearing wrong Six fine children you've born If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me the father of them There's two of them by your brother John At the well below the valley oh Another two by your uncle Dan At the well below the valley oh Another two by your father dear At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me what happened to them There's two buried 'neath the kitchen door At the well below the valley oh Another two near the stable door At the well below the valley oh Another two just beside the well At the well below the valley oh All of them outside the graveyard wall If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me what'll happen to me You'll be seven years of ringing a bell At the well below the valley oh Seven years of burning in hell At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh I'll be seven years of ringing a bell But the Lord above might save my soul (I don't think so) From burning in hell at the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh ! Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh...

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

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Pa reomp ul liamm etrezomp-ni Kelted

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

Gott des Stammes Gott unseres Blutes Teutates Alrêst lebe ich mir werde Sît mîn sündic ouge sihet Daz hêre lant und ouch die erde Der man sô vil êren gihet

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

As I was walking all alone I heard two ravens cry and moan The one onto the other did say-o Where shall we go and dine today-o? Where shall we go and dine today? Out beyond that old high dike I know there lies a murdered knight And no-one knows that he lies there-o But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o His hawk and his hound and his lady fair His hound is to the hunting gone His hawk to fetch the wild bird home His lady loves another knight-o So we may make our dinner sweet-o So we may make our dinner sweet So you may sit on his white thigh And I’ll peck out his bonny blue eyes And with a lock of his golden hair-o We’ll fix our nest when it grows bare-o We’ll fix our nest when it grows bare There’s many a one for him does moan But none will know where he is gone And o’er his bones when they lie bare-o The wind will blow forever more-o The wind will blow forever more

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

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The chost of rain on desert sand No forest left to clothe the land The battle's done , we played our part "Oh mere Dil gaya"… Gone is my heart Oh mere mere Dilgaya ***Repeat***

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

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