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The Messages
(Barr Ers/Doorways)

The final days of CuCullain

The fury of the smith has laid low the Realms of Faerie. Without something to stop it, the Purging will be complete. Our kind, once uncountable in number, will now be out paced by mortals.
Seeing the future before him. CuCullain did beget a son to be left in the mortal world, forever binding Ulster and the Red Rowan to Faerie. This son called his father Lugh, for CuCullain shone bright as a god to the mortals.

(Need part 3 and 4)




A child’s Book of Poems

A collection by Gene Fitzgibben

On the Bride to Chimeron

On the bridge to Chimeron,
See them dance, see them dance!
On the bridge to Chimeron,
They trip around, retire, advance;
Gallant swains bend low, like this,
And once again do so, like this,
On the bridge to Chimeron,
See them dance, see them dance!
On the bridge to Chimeron,
They trip around, retire, advance:
Gallant swains bend low, like this,
See them dance, see them dance,
On the bridge to Chimeron.

Robin the Goblin
Robin the goblin
Bent her bow,
Shot at a pigeon
And killed a crow

Riding to Market
Ride a cock horse to Coventry cross,
To see what Alcar can buy;
A penny white cake I’ll buy for his sake,
And two penny apple pie.

Draw a pail of Water
Draw a pail of water
For my lady’s daughter.
Her father's a kind and her mother’s a queen.
Her two little sister are dressed in green.
Stamping grass and parsley,
Marigold-leave and daisies.
One rush, two rush!
Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.

Four and Twenty Healers
Four-and-Twenty heals went to kill a snail:
The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail:
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow:
Run, heals, run, or she’ll hill you all e’en now!

Hey Nonny
The world goes up and the world goes down
And the sunshine follows the rain:
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday’s frown
Can never come over again, sweet wife:
No, never come over again.

Sticks and Stone
Stick and stone
Will break my bones
But names will never hurt me.
When I’m dead
And in my grave
You’ll be sorry for what you called me!

The fortunes of War
The fortunes of war I tell you plain
Are a wooden leg, or a golden chain

The Sword
The sword sung on the barren health.
The sickle in the fruitful field:
The sword he sung a song of death.
But could not make the sickle yield.

Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle in green.
Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen:
And Berry’s a lady, and wears a gold ring.
And Johnny’s a drummer, and drums for the king.

The Fairy Folk
Come, cuddle close in Daddy’s coat
Besides the fire os bright,
And hear the fairy folk
That wander the night.
For when the star are shining clear
And all the world is still
They float across the silver moon.
From hill to cloudy hill
Their cap of red,their cloaks of green,
And when they’re shaken with the wind
Their merry ringing swells
And riding on the crimson moth
With black spots on her wings,
They guide them down the purple sky
With golden bridle rings.
They love to visit girls and boys
To see how sweet they sleep,
To stand beside their cozy cots
And at their faces peep
For int eh whole of fairyland
They have no finer sight
Than little children sleeping sound
With faces rosy bright
On tip-toe crowding around their heads
When bright the moonlight beams
They whisper little tender words
That fill their minds with dreams:
And when they see a sunny smile
With light finger tips
They replace it with a changeling child
And out the door they slips
And when the little spotted moths
Spread out their crimson wings
And bear away the fairy crowd
With shaking bridle rings
Come, children, hid in Daddy’s coat
Beside the fire so bright-
Perhaps the little fairy folk
Won’t visit you tonight.

Three sons
There was an old woman who had three sons,
Jerry and James and John:
Jerry was hung, James was drowned.
John was lost and never found:
And there was an end of her three sons
Jerry, James and John.

Tom the Piper’s Son
Tome, Tome, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig and away her run
The pig was bad
And Tom went mad,
Add Tom went howling from the sun.

The Queen Under a Hill
There once a queen
Lived under a hill
And if she’s not gone
She lives there still.

The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts.
All on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole the tarts
And took them clean away
The King of Hearts
Call for the tarts
And beat the full sore:
The knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts
And vowed he’s steal no more.

The man who went mad
There was a man and he went mad
And he jumped into a biscuit bag:
And the biscuit bay it was so full
So he jumped into a roaring bull:
The roaring bull it was so fat
So he jumped into a gentleman’s hat;
The gentleman’s hat it was so fine.
So he jumped into a bottle of wine;
The bottle of wine it was so dear
So he jumped into a barrel of beer:
The barrel of beer it was so thick
So he jumped into a walking stick:
The walking stick it was so narrow
So he jumped into a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow began to crack
So he jumped into a hay stack:
The haystack began to draw him in
So he was freed by Maudlin.

Children picking up Fae Bones
Children picking up Fae Bones
Will never know that they were once
As quick as foxes on the hill

I heard a horseman
I heard a horseman
Ride over the hill:
The moon shone clear
The night was still:
His star was white
A cane held he:
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.

The Grizzly bear
The grizzly bear is hung and wild;
HE has devoured the infant child,
The infant child is not aware
He has been eaten by the bear

Poor Robin
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm.
And hid his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

Song of Sixpence
Singe a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye;
For and twenty black-birds baked in a pie;
When the pie was open the birds begin to sing
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The King was in his counting-house, counting out his Rowan;
The Queen was under hill: put questing was Owen;
Tarnish was in the gardening hanging out the clothes,
When up came a black-bird and pecked off her nose.

Silly Rock
Silly rock on which blind man sit
Why have you such nervous fits?
YOu may yet lose your life, and then
Know you should the Wellmen.



~~~Dream~~~~
Blackness,moving out sating, evil unclear moving towards us. But deep within, faintest glimmering of hope...
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 01-18-22 00:59 AM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 01-18-22 00:59 AM