A short song in remembrance of
St. Patrick's Day


When Springtime is bloomin' in Erin
The greenin' of our land is good,
So I put on my orange-hued jerkin
And hunt in the Little Folks' wood.

Now I'm havin' Leprechaun stew!
Now I'm havin' Leprechaun stew!
The whole world is wearin' the Shamrock and
I'm havin' Leprechaun stew!

-- by Turok




Two bonus songs!

Note: Your can buy an mp3 of "Be Pagan Once Again" and
see other lyrics on Isaac Bonewits's website (Click Here).

Be Pagan Once Again!

1972, 2001 c.e.
words by Isaac Bonewits
music Irish trad. ("A Nation Once Again")

When childhild's fire was in my blood, I dreamed of ancient dreemen,
Against the Church who boldly stood, as Pagans and as Heathen.
And then I prayed I yet might see, the Druids in the glen,
And Ireland long the churches' toy, be Pagan once again!
Be Pagan once again, be Pagan once again,
And Ireland long the churches' toy, be Pagan once again!

The Old Gods only sleep you know, although betrayed and slandered.
They guarded us from every woe, and blessed each crop and fine herd.
Then Patrick, he drove the snakes away, and brought the churches in.
'Twas a bloody poor bargain, I would say -- let's be Pagan once again!
Be Pagan once again, be Pagan once again,
'Twas a bloody poor bargain, I would say -- let's be Pagan once again!

And ever since that wretched day, when first Ireland went Christian,
We've suffered woe in every way, with our freedom made the worst "sin".
They set us at each other's throats, to murder kith and kin.
Too long we've been their starving goats -- let's be Pagan once again!
Be Pagan once again, be Pagan once again,
Too long we've been their starving goats -- let's be Pagan once again!

Both Catholic and Protestant, led us round by our noses,
Distracting from the deadly scent, of England's bleedin' roses!
Kick every preacher 'cross the sea, burn out their golden dens.
It's the only way we'll ever be free -- let's be Pagan once again!
Be Pagan once again, be Pagan once again,
It's the only way we'll ever be free -- let's be Pagan once again!

Bring Back the Snakes

1997, 2001 c.e.
words by Isaac Bonewits
music trad. ("My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean")

'Twas on a bright Midsummer's evening,
An old woman I chanced for to see.
She grabbed both my shoulders and shook 'em,
Saying, "Bring back the snakes to me!"

Bring back, bring back, bring back the snakes to me, to me;
Bring back, bring back, O bring back the snakes to me!

"My land was a jewel most blessed,
My people both happy and free,
Till the preachers came in with their crosses,
And drove all the snakes out to sea."

Bring back, bring back, bring back the snakes to me, to me;
Bring back, bring back, O bring back the snakes to me!

"Yes, 'snakes' was the word that they used then,
For the masters of all druidry,
Whom they murdered, converted or banished,
As threats to their new tyranny."

Bring back, bring back, bring back the snakes to me, to me;
Bring back, bring back, O bring back the snakes to me!

"Now it's past fifteen centuries later,
The results now are clear for to see;
Ireland was better off Pagan,
So bring back the snakes to me!"

Bring back, bring back, bring back the snakes to me, to me;
Bring back, bring back, O bring back the snakes to me!

Then the old woman's face started changing,
Every country and race I could see.
She said, "All lands are better off Pagan,
So bring back the snakes to me!"

Bring back, bring back, bring back the snakes to me, to me;
Bring back, bring back, O bring back the snakes to me!


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