From "Chicken"
So come all you fiery lasses
Come across from distant waters
Come you bonnie handmaidens
Come you milking girls and fisherman's daughters.
Has the master gone a-hunting,
Left his wife and daughter wanting
Steal away you lantern bearers
Where the still of midnight hovers
We shall bare your young shoulders
Spin a bed of moss and dance like lovers.
Rosewater tempest churning,
Lips with brandy-wine still burning
And your beauty never fades.
Too-rah-lay
Consecrate the rites of May
Too-rah-lay
Through the smoldering tendrils of incense
Too-rah-lay
The lowlands lay sleeping while the wildflowers play.
Now awake you scented dainties
Brush the clover from your collars
Wander back to your country lads
To your quilting bees and apple hollers
Not for their eyes these hallowed treasures
Wildflowers guard their pleasures,
And their beauty never fades!
Too-rah-lay
Consecrate the rites of May
Too-rah-lay
Through the smoldering tendrils of incense
Too-rah-lay
The lowlands lay sleeping while the wildflowers play.
So come all you fiery lasses
Come across from distant waters
Come you bonnie handmaidens
Come you milking girls and fisherman's daughters.
Has the master gone a-hunting,
Left his wife and daughter wanting
(Jon Greenlee - drums
Lauren London - vocals)
Copyright 2001 Zach London