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- From: knighton@world.std.com (Gwen Knighton)
- Subject: The Holly & The Ivy, etc.
- Message-ID: <Bzr4uK.F2H@world.std.com>
- Organization: The World Public Access UNIX, Brookline, MA
- Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 07:01:31 GMT
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- jblain@ac.dal.ca writes that she would like to see words to
- some Yule songs. Here are a couple of the ones requested.
- Although I don't have a version of "The Holly King," I'd
- really like to see one. I'll be happy to send melodic lines/
- tabulature to anyone interested via email, along with
- songs and chants on a variety of topics. I am also collecting
- songs and chants right now for a workshop I'll be doing
- on pagan music next year.
-
- Here are the Christianized words to "The Holly and the
- Ivy." I'll follow them with a pagan rewriting which was
- in a newsletter some years back, but I think the rewriting
- is more sincere than singable; ymmv.
-
- THE HOLLY AND THE IVY
-
- The holly and the ivy,
- when they are both full grown,
- of all the trees that are in the woods
- the holly bears the crown
-
- Chorus
- Oh, the rising of the sun
- and the running of the deer
- The playing of the merry organ
- Sweet singing in the choir
-
- The holly bears a blossom
- As white as the lily flower
- And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
- To be our sweet Saviour.
-
- Chorus
-
- The holly bears a berry
- As red as any blood
- And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
- To do poor sinners good.
-
- Chorus
-
- The holly bears a prickle
- As sharp as any thorn
- And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
- On Christmas Day in the morn
-
- Chorus
-
- (repeat first verse)
- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
- (This is pretty thinly veiled pagan material, and a
- rip-off of another song, oddly enough an Easter song,
- called "The Holly She Bears A Berry"
-
-
- Here is the pagan rewriting of "The Holly and the Ivy:"
-
- The Holly and the Ivy when they are both full grown
- In winter-time, when all is dead, they bear a living crown.
-
- Chorus
- O, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
- The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the
- Year.
-
- O, the Ivy is a Maiden, the Holly is her love,
- As they entwine at Yuletide, the Lady smiles above.
-
- Chorus
-
- The holly blooms in glory when solstice-day is near.
- We burn the Yule log to make the new-born Sun appear.
-
- Chorus
-
- 'Tis at Yule when the Mother gives birth to coming
- Spring;
- In the midst of winter-cold; the new-born Sun, the holly
- king.
-
- Chorus
-
- Throughout the land She wanders with the new day-
- lit god,
- And in the spring, sweet love is made where'er Her
- foot has trod.
-
- Chorus
-
- She is in all our doings, in all we love and fear--
- How wondrous the ways in which our Lady does appear!
-
- Chorus
-
- Praise the Queen of Air and Darkness, of Fire and Water:
- All poetry's our Lady's art, all music sings to Her.
-
- Chorus
-
- All in the holy circle, hand to hand, we pass the blade
- to invoke the Lady's power, unsheathed by the Ivy Maid.
-
- Chorus
-
- Now blessed be the Earth at rest beneath our feet
- As we have hope of rest one day, our Lady for to greet.
-
- Chorus
-
- Out of darkness shall come dawning, out of winter shall
- come spring,
- Out of the toil of striving comes the peace our Lady brings.
-
- Chorus
-
- --Peter Soderberg (Circle Network News, Winter 1981)
-
-
-
- THE LORD OF THE DANCE
- (Gwydion Pendderwen [sp?] wrote a pagan version of this,
- but I'll have to check my _Faerie Shaman_ tape to find
- the lyrics)
-
- I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
- And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
- And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth,
- At Bethlehem I had my birth.
-
- Chorus:
- Dance, then, wherever you may be,
- I am the Lord of the Dance, said he
- And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
- And I'll lead you all in the dance, said he.
-
- I danced for the scribe and te Pharisee,
- But they would not dance and they wouldn't follow me,
- I danced for the fishermen, for James and John,
- They came with me and the dance went on.
-
- Chorus
-
- I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame;
- The holy people said it was a shame.
- They whipped and they stripped and they hung me on
- high;
- They left me there on a Cross to die
-
- Chorus
-
- I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black;
- It's hard to dance with the devil on your back;
- They buried my body and they thought I'd gone;
- But I am the dance and I still go on.
-
- Chorus
-
- They cut me down and I leapt so high;
- I am the life that'll never, never die.
- I'll live in you if you'll live in me;
- I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.
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-
- (Obviously, this does go on about Jesus, but like
- _The Holly and the Ivy_ and so many other folksongs,
- you don't have to look too hard to see the P/pagan
- elements shining through. Whoever heard of
- the Dancing Jesus, anyway? :-] )
-
- And then there's this song, attributed to King Henry VIII,
- which is easily paganizable (if it wasn't already) and
- always makes me giggle:
-
- GREEN GROW'TH THE HOLLY
- Green Grow'th the holly,
- So doth the ivy;
- Though winter blasts blow ne'er so high
- Green grow'th the holly.
-
- Green grow'th the holly,
- So doth the ivy;
- The God [or insert your favorite deity here :-)]
- of Life can never die,
- Hope! saith the holly.
-
-
-
- *whew*! Normally I'm a lurker around here;
- I hope that wasn't too long winded for folks, but
- old P/pagan folksongs (Christianized or not,
- they're out there) are a passion of mine. If you
- want to learn more about the subject, a pretty good
- primer is _Pagan Elements in English Folksong_,
- by Bob Stewart (Anybody know if this is the same
- RJ Stewart of _The Merlin Tarot_, etc.?)
-
-
- gwen (harpist for hire)
-
- knighton@world.std.com
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- "When you have killed, and your bowl it is filled,
- and your shoes are clean outworn,
- Back you will speed for all that you need to Oak and Ash and Thorn."
- --Rudyard Kipling
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