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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The man o’ might

Tha mon o’ micht, he rade o’ nicht
Wi’ neider swerd ne ferd ne licht.
He socht the Mare, he fond tha mare,
He bond tha Mare wi’ her ain hare,
Ond gared her swar by midder-micht
She wolde nae mair rid o’ nicht
Whar aince he rade, thot mon o’ micht.

Charm Against the Night Mare, 14th century North Country poem.

A 21st century sketch:

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