I heard a record of
the celtic harp,
and relived the bardic times
Of wild tales of valour
Steeped in mystery
and Merlin's magic.
Fairies danced in the moonlight
as the Bard sang
To the tune of the harp.
Men lived in honourable strife
And drank to dead heroes
Women loved and respected
Were happy in their lot
Never thought of equality
They knew their power.
Wisdom oft was sought
from seers
skilled in the ancient arts
when gods walked the earth.
Rome destroyed the Celtic world
Now enslaved in hymn and prayer
and never a harp to be heard.

I opened a bottle of ale
and drank to the memory
of the Celtic world
and days of the bardic harp.