Chorus: Hi diddle i diddle i day
Hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay
Hi di diddle i diddle i day
Fol the dink a dum diddle do di day
Hi said the Lady, dressed in green
Prettiest thing I've ever seen
She went down underneath the hill
And came back out of Her own free will Came to know His heart's delight!
Came the Stag from oaken wood
Saw the Lady where She stood
By the fire burning bright
Brian Boru, on Irish ground
Walked three times the Island round
Norsemen came lookin for a fight
just another Irish Saturday night!
Hail to the Lady, One in Three
We welcome You and honour Thee
As You light and guard the night
Honour now our sacred rite!
Hi said Lugh on the banquet night
A poet and a player and a good wheelwright Sang the Day and sang the Night
A harper and a warrior and none the least: Sang the Land and sang the Sea
A Druid and he got in to the Feast!
Hi said the Lady dressed in white
Sang the Song, and then sang me!
Harold Haardrada's face was red!
Came to Britain and he wound up dead
Stamford Bridge is where he's found
Got six feet of English ground
Hail to the Lord at the Lady's side
Master of the Hunt, in the day You ride
Fire burn and fire bright
Honour now our sacred rite!
The Legion with its Eagles bright
Marched into the Pictish night
Met them there upon the sand
Gave 'em up to the Wicker Man!
The Circle forms, the Circle flows
The Circle goes where no man knows
Hail to the Lady, one in three:
Present is past and past is me!
Eight-legged steed and hound of Hel
The One-Eyed Man, he loves ya well
Fire burn and fire spark
Are you then feared of the dark?
By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound
Blessed Be: the Day I've found
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is Past and Past is WE
Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight
all thru the day, all thru the night
Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Present is past and past is Thee!
Fire and Water, Air and Earth
The Cauldron calls for our rebirth
Hail to the Lady, three times three
The Circle's cast; so mote it be!
Salt and oil and mirror bright
Fire and fleet and candlelight
By fin and feather, leaf and tree,
Fill the Cup and Blessed Be!
From East and South and West and North
Call the Powers to come forth!
Hail to the Lady, three times three,
The Circle's cast; so mote it be!
From the misty crystal sea
Came the Lady to the lea
Sword and Roses in Her Hand
Spread their seeds thruout the Land
By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
Blessed Be the day you're born!
Fire burn and fire bright
Walk in safety thru the night
copyright 1984, 1992 W. J. Bethancourt III
recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE, WTP-0002
tune: "Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat" (Trad. Appalachian)
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