Whoa! hold your horses heart

You couldn't get more

Highland than her Scotch and French blood surging together

Her long long fire red hair and her widow's peak

She has a mind of her own -- and hawk eyes

Dream a highland fling with this MacRae lass

And wake up eye's bright and smiling

Oh she's ancient man... oh she's ancient...

This 22 year old Goddess of the Heather

She'll make your mind roar with ancient memory

She was there and you were there too, ages past, ages past...

And there's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt at all man

Angels are posted round Eden's garden to keep our hearts without

And all the world sown with thistles and nothing is quite right

So such beauty must be misunderstood...

She told me something...

Sometimes someone looks at her long red hair and widow's peak

And hawk eyes -- and asks her if she is a witch! I'm surprised.

She looks more like an angel to me.... 

It makes me think of a little known bit of history...

The Battle of the Boyne in the year 1690, Northern Ireland... 25,000

Catholics fought against 35,000 Protestants, and lost...

And the result was that the Catholic King James was gone forever

And all the people he would have protected were at the swords of

Puritans who hated them and wanted them dead or at least slaves

A German was now King of England, Scotland, and Ireland

William of Orange:

He spoke no English, certainly no Gaelic,

And saw no need to ever learn those languages.

All his advisers were Germans and they advised him

To be brutal to Irish and Scot Catholics --

And so he was...

The persecutions were terrible.

Catholic people scattered and hid

But hunger brought them forth -- and false promises, and lies.

Crops were burned, domestic animals slaughtered, land stolen --

And many sad Irish and Scot widows and daughters

Were sent to Boston and Salem in America as slaves,

To suffer terrible abuse in Protestant homes and communities...

Many of these women were midwives, herbalists, all were dancers

And they all laughed and jumped at any chance

To mock their holier-than-thou Puritan keepers

Who believed dancing and singing and playing were sin!

For these oppressed people dancing and singing and playing

Was balm for their poor hearts

Regardless of Puritan scorn

And some lassies even took to dancing together

Nude in the forest!

And playing theatre -- to get the Puritan's goat

And maybe sometimes they put some amanita mascara mushroom

In the family's food -- to make them hallucinate and twitch...

Why not?

The first so called "witch" to be burned at the stake

Was a red-headed Irish Catholic "servant"...