Stories and Folklore on Nostr: The Michaelmas Shuffle (Verse 1) Let me tell my story, let me be on the level, I’m ...
The Michaelmas Shuffle
(Verse 1)
Let me tell my story, let me be on the level,
I’m that rogue, the one they call Devil,
I fell from grace, because I’m a little scamp,
Landed in a bramble, like a celestial tramp.
(Pre-Chorus)
On Michaelmas Eve, as the moon takes its flight,
I dance through the lanes, in the ghostly moonlight.
I know people love, these sweet and fragrant berries,
I’ve a trick for friends, and adversaries.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse, but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.
(Verse 2)
I piss on the berries, a devilish brew,
A curse that lingers, this story is true.
In the moonlit night, my mischief unfolds,
Harvest before Michaelmas, you've been told.
(Pre-Chorus)
Magic in the berries, the magic all around,
I’ll teach you the spells, of bind and of bound.
Medicinal wonders, in the brambles they find,
But heed my warning, harvest on time.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.
(Bridge)
In rituals and remedies, the blackberries hold,
A mystical power, as the season grows old.
But mark the date, the eve of Michaelmas night,
For my dance is a curse, in the pale moonlight.
(Verse 3)
I dance through the fields, with a devilish glee,
A touch of darkness in each blackberry.
Harvest them swiftly, for treat and for plate,
Gobble them up, before I urinate.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh cunning folk, keep the lore in your heart,
The botanical secrets, and the Devil's dark art.
Harvest before Michaelmas, and do it with glee,
For after my dance, they’ll be covered in pee.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.
(Verse 1)
Let me tell my story, let me be on the level,
I’m that rogue, the one they call Devil,
I fell from grace, because I’m a little scamp,
Landed in a bramble, like a celestial tramp.
(Pre-Chorus)
On Michaelmas Eve, as the moon takes its flight,
I dance through the lanes, in the ghostly moonlight.
I know people love, these sweet and fragrant berries,
I’ve a trick for friends, and adversaries.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse, but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.
(Verse 2)
I piss on the berries, a devilish brew,
A curse that lingers, this story is true.
In the moonlit night, my mischief unfolds,
Harvest before Michaelmas, you've been told.
(Pre-Chorus)
Magic in the berries, the magic all around,
I’ll teach you the spells, of bind and of bound.
Medicinal wonders, in the brambles they find,
But heed my warning, harvest on time.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.
(Bridge)
In rituals and remedies, the blackberries hold,
A mystical power, as the season grows old.
But mark the date, the eve of Michaelmas night,
For my dance is a curse, in the pale moonlight.
(Verse 3)
I dance through the fields, with a devilish glee,
A touch of darkness in each blackberry.
Harvest them swiftly, for treat and for plate,
Gobble them up, before I urinate.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh cunning folk, keep the lore in your heart,
The botanical secrets, and the Devil's dark art.
Harvest before Michaelmas, and do it with glee,
For after my dance, they’ll be covered in pee.
(Chorus)
Blackberries and brambles, the fruits so sweet,
They pricked my arse but are good to eat.
Harvest them wisely before Michaelmas kiss,
For after my dance, they'll taste of my piss.