By Katrina Rasbold
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’.
—
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
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.”
—
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
A blacksmith would he be,
An ‘andsome man just me type,
But a love that could not be.
It warn’t no social classin’ thing
That kept me far from him.
He were the man o’ my best friend
She’d tear me limb from limb.
—
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
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.
—
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
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.
—
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
All on a Beltane night.
A randy Celtic woman waits
And not a man in sight.
—
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.
—
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
All on a Beltane night.
A randy Celtic woman waits
And not a man in sight.
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Katrina Rasbold is a professional Witch, published author, priestess, and editor of Green Egg Magazine. She and her husband, Eric, are the creators of the CUSP spiritual path and owners of Crossroads Occult. She and Dahlia Rose host the popular livestreamed video broadcast “Crossroads of Cognizance” most Thursday afternoons. You can reach her through www.katrinarasbold.com.