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Apologies for flagging this up but Blogger has recently introduced a neat little search gizmo on its blogging site. Consequently the Megalithic Poems blog at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ now has its own (internal) search engine (right of page under Links). So, while not all of the poems here on TMA are yet on the Meg Poems blog, it may be slightly easier to locate a specific poem, poet, picture (or even a place with a poem written about it) using the blog's search engine.

Once you've keyed in a search word the relevant info will appear under the Gideon Fidler image of Stonehenge at the top of the homepage.

The Nine Stone Rig
By
Back of the Moon

A song rather than a poem, but based on Burn's poem called "Dowie Dens O' Yarrow". Suitably spooky for Halloween.

Oh gentle wind that's blowing south
From where my love repairs
Take a kiss from his dear mouth
And tell me how he fares
And word was carried back to me
As if at God's command
Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday
by your brother's jealous hand

No living man I'll love again
Since my darling went to death's door
One lock of his yellow hair
Will chain my heart forever
Mother dear please make my bed
Lay me down in sorrow
My love he died for me last night
And I'll die for him tomorrow

My love he died for me last night
And I'll die for him tomorrow
They shot him dead at the Nine Stone Rig
Beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood
Upon the moor in the moss
They buried him at midnight
And the dew fell cold and still.
And the women in gray forgot to pray
And the mist clung to the hills

And the women in gray forgot to pray
And the mist clung to the hills