Megalithic Poems

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Littlest one ;)
Have you heard the words of Robin Williamsons lyrics?
as the harpist and bard of the Incredible String Band he sings about megaliths. myths and standing stones etc
the Five denials on Merlins Grave is a good song as is Finn and the Old Man's house
which he performed with John Renbourne from the band Pentangle, they went under the name 'The Inpenetrable String Tangle'

"Now it's said
and said truly, of the Hero 'Finn McCaul',
that if one day goes by without his name being mentioned then the
world will come to an end, so judgeing by the way things are going its
a good job I mentioned his name to you tonight.
Finn was a great hero altogether and it was said of Finn McCaul's
generousity that his house was the strangers home and if the leaves of
the forest of the world were red gold and the waters of the world
white silver Finn would have given them all away.

Well Finn was hunting once, he was very fond of hunting, why wouldn't
he love it his own nephews were hunting dogs under enchantment, boys
under enchanment as hounds you know, the greatest hunting dogs in the
world they were and their names were Bran and Skillan but its not the
story of Bran and Skillan I'm telling you tonight (But I do know it.)

Finn was out hunting one time and he had with him one of his greatest
friends, a man by the name of Connan Maoul, now that means Connan the
Bald, they called him Connan the bold because he had no hair on his
head but he had that much hair on his back and his legs and his arms
that they used to shave him once a week and all the stockings and
gloves that Finn or any of the hero's that Finn had with him ever wore
were made out of the hair of Connan Maoul.

You'd have heared of Connan the Barbarian likely? That was named after
this Connan by an old traditional idea called a rip off!
Connan Moaul.

He never saw an open door that he thought his duty to walk through it,
he never saw a man frown and he thought his duty to strike him,
but it's not the story of Connan that I'm telling you tonight.

Finn had him with him this time also another great hero named 'Germot
of the love spot' and Germot had a mark on his face and he had to keep
that mark covered with his hat for if any woman saw it she'd fall
passionatly in love with him and he was one of the greatest hunters in
the world but he'd never hunt the wild boar but it's not the story of
Germot that I'm telling you...

(see pt2)

These three men they were hunting one time in the island of Arran,
Arran that is in the Clyde, God bless and keep it forever, maybe they
were hunting the White Stag of Arran but whatever it is was they were
hunting they did not catch it, but the dark of the the night caught
them hungry, weary, and far from home... they saw a wee light
twinkling, winking away across the the moors, they walked towards that
light and then knocked on that door... and the door (wheee...errk)
creaked open and there on the steps was an old man man with long white
hair down to the heels of his feet and long white eyebrows like
brushes on him and he looked up to them and said
"Oh I see you standing there in the pouring rain but you'll just
behave yourselves like gentlemen if your going to come into my house!
I'll have no shenannigans from the likes of you."

Well Connan looked at Finn and Finn looked at Germot and very
surprised they were to hear themselves spoken too so harshly by this
little sprig of a man, sprig of an old man, them the highest hero's in
the land, and they followed him meek enough into his front room and
there was a wee white goat frisking about that room,
and the old man said "Will you just tether this white goat to that
hook on the wall?" and he handed Connan a long grass rope and he left
the room.
Well Connan tried to tether that white goat but he couldn't get near
it. Germot tried and Finn hinself afer him but not one of them better
than the other, till at last the old man came back into room and he
tethered that goat as easy as you take one step after another.

It was at this time that a beautifull young woman came into the room
as well,
a very, very beautifull young woman and not to make too long a tale
out it her hair was like the midnight and her eyes were like the
morning and not too make too long a tale out if they were all smitten
with love for her, or something like it.

And Germot whom all women loved said to her "Great pulse of my heart
and apple of my whole understanding how can I ever pass one lonely
hour of my life in the absense of your sweet company?" and other
things that young men say on these occasions.

With an angry flash of her eye she spun on her heels and left the room
saying "Truly I was once yours and little enough you cared for me
then." Well she slammed the door behind her and was gone and its
little enough sleep they got that night for pure curiosity.

And in the morning before they took their leave Finn said to the old
man "Sir? why was it you could tether the white goat that none of us
could catch? and why was it you spoke so sternly to us?
the highest hero's in the land? and why was it that beautifull young
woman spoke so harshly to Germot saying that once she had been his and he
had cared not for her then for truly neither he nor we have ever seen
her before? and what is her name at all?"

And the old man said
"Her name is youth and there's little enough that any of you cared for
her while she was yours, until she was gone, and the name of the wee
white goat is the World and there's none that can bind that but
me...and my name is Death."

No, RW's lyrics are a new one on me - though I'm impressed.

And the old man said, "Her name is youth and there's little enough that any of you cared for her while she was yours..." would make a good opening line to any poem - thanks for the info.