Michaelmas Festival – Sep 2013

St. Michael’s Harvest Song

In autumn Saint Michael with sword and with shield
Passes over meadow and orchard and field.
He’s on the path to battle ‘gainst darkness and strife–
He is the heavenly warrior protector of life.

The harvest let us gather with Michael’s aid;
The light he sheddeth fails not nor does it fade,
And when the corn is cut and the meadows are bare
We’ll don Saint Michael’s armor and onward we’ll fare.

We are Saint Michael’s warriors with strong heart and mind,
We forge our way through darkness, Saint Michael to find.
And there he stands in glory; Saint Michael, we pray,
Lead us into battle and show us the way.

Bonny At Morn

1. The sheep’s in the meadow and the kye’s in the corn
Thou’s o’er lang wi’ sleepin it’s bonny at morn.

Canny at night. Bonny at morn.
Thou’s o’er lang in thy bed, it’s bonny at morn.

2. The birds are in their nests, the trout’s in the burn.
Thou hinders thy mother at every turn.

Canny at night. Bonny at morn.
Thou’s o’er lang in thy bed, it’s bonny at morn.

3. We’re a’ laid idle wi’ the keepin’ o’ the bairn.
The lads will not work and the lass will not learn.

Canny at night. Bonny at morn.
Thou’s o’er lang in thy bed, it’s bonny at morn.