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Barrow Boys             Barrow Boys MP3
Tune: "Bedlam Boys"

Oh when the moon is weak and wan
And stormwind chills your marrow,
The old bones stir to life again
Within the ancient barrow.

Still I sing bonny boys, bonny bad boys,
Barrow boys are bonny!
Until the moon will wax again,
They're up to something funny!

With fireflies they light their hall,
Play dice with Grampa's knuckles,
And Granny's skull they throw as ball
With toothy grins and chuckles.


A bone-flute plays a merry tune,
Two rib-sticks beat the measure,
They dance a jig beneath the moon
And twist their bones at leisure.


They say that unlife has its ups,
Take stock of all their treasures,
And raise their dew-filled silver cups
To sempiternal pleasures.


© Michaela Macha

License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
unchanged, including the copyright notice and this License:

This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License.

Additional verses:

They run as flayed beasts out at night,
And terror is their cloaking,
They ride the roofs with drumming hooves,
And burst hearts with their joking.

As seals they swim through sea and earth,
Grey beasts of drowned disaster,
Through stone they creep to break live sleep
And call no man their master.

Their eyes glow in the moonlight,
To curse those who shall meet them,
Their shadow-clouds fly 'cross the sky,
And few would dare to greet them.

On horse and hound they make their feasts,
That were laid in their barrow,
Or prey on friends to gain their ends,
Free from all memory's sorrow.

© KveldúlfR Gundarsson