ℒord ∅f Дark Ħorn



In harvest time, harvest folke, good and whole are all,
Should make alltogither, right cheere in bright hall.

Fill out the black bol of bleigh to high song,
And let them be merie al harvest long.

Once ended thy harvest, let none be begilde,
Please such as did please thee, man, woman, and child.

Thus doing, with always suche helpe as they can,
Thou winnist the praise of the Freyrman!

For all this good feasting, yet art thou not loose,
Til huntsman thou givest his harvest fat goose.

Though goose go in stubble, I passe not for that,
Let goose have a cooking, be she lean, be she fat.

Then Juniper Lady dance with Lord of Dark Horn,
And al the hail folke give thanks for harvest corn!


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