IN IONA
Columba, he has said it:
"Wherever a cow shall be,
There shall be found a woman,
Her wiles and witchery.
And in this Holy Island,
May God forbid that she
Should plague with sore temptation
My holy men and me."
"Wherever a cow shall be,
There shall be found a woman,
Her wiles and witchery.
And in this Holy Island,
May God forbid that she
Should plague with sore temptation
My holy men and me."
And since the kine are banished.
Heavy my heart doth go.
O sweet it is in Iona
Whatever wind will blow.
But I, the farmer brother,
My tears are sad and slow
For the low of the kindly cattle,
The voice I used to know.
Heavy my heart doth go.
O sweet it is in Iona
Whatever wind will blow.
But I, the farmer brother,
My tears are sad and slow
For the low of the kindly cattle,
The voice I used to know.
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