• A Woman’s Beltane Drinking Song

    A Woman’s Beltane Drinking Song

    How often is it that we ladies get a drinking song all our own? Not often enough, so back in 1995, I wrote one for you and here it is.

    A Celtic Woman’s Beltane Lament

    I met a man from Glaston Town

    He said, “They call me Bill.

    I really dasn’t likes it ‘cause

    Me name is really Will.”

    He sparked me spark, he lit me fire,

    He tol’ me pretty lies,

    But then I couldn’t find ‘im

    ‘Cause the smoke got in me eyes.


    Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

    All on a Beltane night.

    A randy Celtic woman waits

    And not a man in sight.

    I met a man from Glaston Town

    His name was Brother Sun.

    A bonny lad with flashin’ eyes,

    I thought we’d have some fun.

    I set me sights to have ‘im,

    So I plied the lad with rum.

    But I knew we were in trouble when

    He slipped and called me ‘Mum’.


    I met a man from Glaston Town

    And Straw Dog was his name,

    With fingers long and body hard,

    Could elsewhere be the same?

    I said, “If all’s proportional

    I’ve found me man for life.”

    He laughed and said, “That’s sweet, my child

    You’ll ‘ave to ask me wife.”


    I met a man from Glaston Town

    A blacksmith would he be,

    An ‘andsome man just me type,

    But a love that could not be.

    It warn’t not social classin’ thing

    That kept me far from him.

    He war the man o’ my best friend

    She’d tear me limb from limb.


    I met a man from Glaston Town

    Who beat upon a drum.

    I asked ‘im for a lock o’ hair.

    He gladly gave me one.

    I thought at last I’d found him,

    That me Beltane Lord had come,

    But the only skin he touched all night

    Was the skin upon his drum.


    I met a man from Glaston Town

    A tankard in his hand.

    They said he made the finest brew

    You’d find in all the land.

    He smiled and said, “I’ve whatcha need.

    It’s warm and stiff and strong.”

    He thrust his tankard in me hand

    And sent me on along.


    So here I sits alone again

    With Beltane come and gone.

    I guess you’re good at guessin’

    That me song is nearly done.

    A broken pride and itchy bits

    A lukewarm cup o’ beer

    Are all I’ve gleaned this Beltane night…

    But there always is next year.


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