LL-L "Holidays" 2004.09.18 (07) [A/D/E/LS]

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From: R. F. Hahn <lowlands-l at lowlands-l.net>
Subject: Holidays

Again, happy New Year to our practicing Jewish friends.

Happy Alban Elued, Mabon or Michaelmas to those of you who celebrate the
harvest festival of the Autumnal Equinox!  Happy Alban Eilir to those of you
who celebrate the Vernal Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere!

Traditionally sung in some parts of Britain is the song of John Barleycorn
(also known for his would-be power), the spirit of the field after whom a
sort of strong grain-based seasonal liquor was named:


   There were three men came out of the West,
   Their fortunes for to try,
   And these three men made a solemn vow,
   John Barleycorn must die...

   They let him stand till midsummer’s day,
   Till he looked both pale and wan,
   And little Sir John’s grown a long, long beard
   And so become a man...

   They’ve hired men with scythes so sharp,
   To cut him off at the knee,
   They’ve rolled him and tied him by the waist
   Serving him most barbarously...

   And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
   And he’s brandy in the glass,
   And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
   Proved the strongest man at last.


Regards,
Reinhard/Ron

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