I used to live in a place called New Mawden
and I went to school with a Lizzie Bawden
with her long black hair she looked delicious
but apparently she was quite capricious
when I asked her if she wanted to come out to play
she said she was helping mum chop sticks that day
Filed under Self compositions
Julian sat in her stone cell
from behind a window of glass
she could watch as they performed mass
while confined in this living hell,
tickets to see her, priests would sell,
in the mid fourteenth century
an anchoress she chose to be
while all through those long lonely years
she recorded her thoughts and fears
so that all, her passion might see.
Filed under Christian, Factual, Self compositions
Charlie Bates was happy with life
often going on Saturday night
to his local pub for a pint
then go home to his wife
making his way across the moor
but one day he was very late
his wife worried about his fate
till he came in through the door
claiming he’d been pixie led
with a smile his worried wife said
next time fool, here’s what you do
turn widdershins, they can’t bother you.
Filed under Old knowledge, Self compositions
I find when talking to country folk
their favourite tree is the mighty oak
so just last week whilst driving my truck
I stopped near this one to have a look
and you can imagine my surprise
I’m sure I saw a pair of eyes
so I jumped back in to tell my mate Stan
He said, don’t worry, tiz just the Green Man
he won’t hurt you if you leave him alone
but I think we’d best start heading for home.
I don’t think I’ve heard anything sillier
than the names of the so-called witches familiar
such names as Bodkin, Turncoat and Scat
now who on earth would believe that
but as we read about it the case unravels
that were brought by the man who on his travels
whose self-made credentials were quite ephemeral
Mathew Hopkins, known as The Witchfinder General
but those days are gone and I suppose
we should pray for those found guilty, now in repose
Filed under Alternative history, Factual, History, Self compositions
You may think this a tranquil scene
but do take care as things unseen
may lurk behind each bush or tree
looking out for the unwary
or lone traveller on the path
who might feel the fairies’ wrath
if their charges they don’t pay
that they may safely pass their way.
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