“Riders on the Storm” The Doors

 Luis Ricardo Falero 1880

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Into this house were born.

Into this world were thrown.

Like a dog without a bone,

An actor out on loan.

Riders on the storm.

Theres a killer on the road,

His brain is squirmin like a toad.

Take a long holiday,

Let your children play.

If ya give this man a ride,

Sweet family will die.

Killer on the road, yeah.

Girl ya gotta love your man.

Girl ya gotta love your man.

Take him by the hand,

Make him understand.

The world on you depends,

Our life will never end.

Gotta love your man, yeah.

Wow!

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Into this house were born.

Into this world were thrown.

Like a dog without a bone,

An actor out alone.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

"Ghost Riders in the Sky" by Stan Jones ©1948

The Wildhunt by P.N. Arbo 1872

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day,

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.

When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw,

A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.

For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.

He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet.

'Cause they've got to ride forever, on that range up in the sky.

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name;

“If you want to save your soul from Hell, a-riding on our range.

Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride.

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies.”

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mynzbmrtp9I

A Little Humour for Halloween

This is a true story and it took place only a couple of years ago.

It was a weekend and I was at home preparing my house for our Hallowtide gathering. One of my fellow members of the Hearth of the Turning Wheel was staying the weekend with me and helping to sort out our ritual equipment.

We had amongst this equipment the Hearth totems and one of these is a “haremask,” which is the facial skin of a hare complete with fur and ears. This "mask" was tied to a rabbit skin by leather thronging and looked rather like a glove puppet.

While we were chatting we heard a knock at the door and I, expecting other Hearth members; swung back the front door while remaining hidden behind it, extended my arm with the hare puppet on it and shouted; “Happy Halloween!”

There was complete silence. I stepped out from behind the door expecting to see our other Hearth members but no. Instead I found a Jehovah’s Witness, as white as a sheet.

William Shakespeare "As You Like It" Act IV Scene 2

Herne the Hunter by George Cruikshank

"What shall he have that kill'd the deer?

His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home:

(The rest shall bear this burden.)

Take thou no scorn to wear the horn,

It was a crest ere thou wast born.

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it;

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn."

Summer is Iccumin in (modern English)

Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
The seed grows and the meadow blooms
And the wood springs anew,
Sing, Cuckoo!

The ewe bleats after the lamb,
The cow lows after the calf.
The bullock stirs, the stag farts,
Merrily sing, Cuckoo!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Well you sing, Cuckoo!
Don't ever you stop now.

Sing Cuckoo now. Sing, Cuckoo!
Sing Cuckoo! Sing Cuckoo now!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMCA9nYnLWo

Summer is Iccumin in (Middle English)

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med

And springþ þe wde nu,
Sing cuccu!

Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu.
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu.

Pes:
Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMCA9nYnLWo

The Cuckoo's Nest (the other version) Traditional English Folksong - Jolly Rogers arrangement

There's a corner in the meadow where the lads and lasses meet

Oh they do here what they couldn't do in the open street

They play all kinds of games there, but the one I like the best

Is where every laddie rumples up the cuckoo's nest

Chorus:

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best

Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

I wooed her in the morning and I had her in the night

She was my very first one so I tried to do it right

I searched around and wandered and I never would have guessed

If she hadn't showed me where to find her cuckoo's nest

Chorus:

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best

Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

When she showed me where to find it I knew just where to go

Through the underbrush and brambles where the little cuckoos grow 

From the moment that I found it, she would never let me rest

From rumpling up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

Chorus:

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best

Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

It was bushy, it was prickled, it was feathered all around

It was tucked away so neatly and it wasn't easy found

She said young man you're blundering, but I knew it wasn't true

For I left her with the makings of a young cuckoo

Chorus:

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best

Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest

I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best

Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest

The Cuckoo's Nest (English Traditional Folksong)

As I was a-walking one morning in May

I met a pretty fair maid and unto her did say:

“For love I am inclined and I'll tell you my mind

That my inclination lies in your cuckoo's nest.”

“My darling,” said she, “I am innocent and young,

And I scarcely can believe your false deluding tongue.

Yet I see it in your eyes and it fills me with surprise

That your inclination lies in my cuckoo's nest.”

Chorus: 

Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,

And some like a girl who is slender in the waist.

But give me a girl that will wriggle and will twist:

At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest.

“Then my darling,” says he, “if you see it in my eyes,

Then think of it as fondness and do not be surprised.

For I love you, my dear, and I'll marry you, I swear,

If you let me clap my hand on your cuckoo's nest.”

“My darling,” said she, “I can do no such thing,

For my mother often told me it was committing sin

My maidenhead to lose and my sense to be abused.

So have no more to do with my cuckoo's nest.”

Chorus: 

Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,

And some like a girl who is slender in the waist.

But give me a girl that will wriggle and will twist:

At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest.

“My darling,” says he, “it is not committing sin.

But common sense should tell you it is a pleasing thing,

For you were brought into this world

To increase and do your best

And to help a man to heaven in your cuckoo's nest.”

“Then my darling,” says she, “I cannot you deny,

For you've surely won my heart by the roving of your eye.

Yet I see it in your eyes that your courage is surprised,

So gently lift your hand in my cuckoo's nest.”

Chorus: 

Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,

And some like a girl who is slender in the waist.

But give me a girl that will wriggle and will twist:

At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest.

So this couple they got married and soon they went to bed

And now this pretty fair maid has lost her maidenhead.

In a small country cottage they increase and do their best

And he often claps his hand on her cuckoo's nest.

Chorus: 

Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,

And some like a girl who is slender in the waist.

But give me a girl that will wriggle and will twist:

At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest.

Barry Dransfield arrangement from the album Morris On

http://www.informatik.uni-hamburg.de/~zierke/guvnor/songs/cuckoosnest.html