A Dreadful Strain

Under (the) moon, spring time still to come

"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"

Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood

Look around at the frightened faces

One man speaks, loud and loud he cries

"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!"

Then they all went for a riot indeed

Torch in hand and angry glances

[Bridge:]

Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn

(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees!

- be aware - As old as trees!

[Chorus:]

Nighttime - never they say, go off alone

In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain

Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait

No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!

In the end, the circle's close at hand

Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy

Never they saw their home's door open at night

Stars witness their silent traces

[Bridge:]

Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge

Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head!

- she'll pass away - Over her head!

[Chorus:]

Nighttime - never they say, go off alone

In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain

Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait

No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!

[Solos: Jarpen, Aydan]

[Chorus x 2]