35. ANGELWITCH
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 all Laughed and
jumped at any chance
To mock their stupid
holier-than-thou Puritan keepers
Who believed dancing
and singing and playing were sin!
For these oppressed
people it was balm for their poor hearts
To dance and sing
and play 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"...
