“Tine myne sayeth the queen of fate upon a winters’ morn
the fyre crackling in the wake of trees so once adorned.
so fallie foruth under the greene on any trail yee found
the sun burnt harp for ladies faire do derry derry down.
the crow will rise and cocke will crow
the daye is met with mirth and joy
little children take yer hands
a sun to shine for girls and boyes.
they will face the truth of life once upon a tyme
shall they live to taste the ripe fresh upon the vine
a winter flower doth blume and shine
so blue upon the winter white
a blessing deep for all the lands
a blessing deep for all the lifes.
May they live to be tall and proud
stately in their finery
loved and worked yet never bowed
fulfilling promise trinity
man woman child all kissed of flesh.
Circle turns and moons do fade
chasing sunlight chasing shades
enough to make a strong men pale
bending to the frozen veils’
enough to make the maidens blush
surrender to theyre native lust
and fill them full with bellies round
a harvest sweeter never found.
May the wheel {also?} turn so round and around
well-springs of home on the derry derry down.”

Folk faerie lyric attributed to Eiser La Fey (High Elf of Eallysia circa JAE 3/642) * Translated to Common Tongue from original Findar.

Local Charm
rumour has it he was so pleased with himself after finishing the song he went out and made love to a female just to prove his point

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