Waulking Song
White the sheep that gave the wool.
Green the pastures where they fed.
Blue the skies above the pool
Where at noon they made their bed.
Sing the garden of the sea.
From whose flowers we won the dye.
Sing of sea-tang wild and free
From our misty Isle of Skye.
Light the hearts that love the sea,
Brown the face that seeks the sun;
Brown and happy here are we,
Singing 'til our task is done.
Move the web toward the sun,
Round the table thump and rub,
Stretch and clap till all is done,
Stretch and clap and thump and rub.
Now is waulked the web we spun,
Winter storms may rave in vain;
Bless the work by which we've won
Comfort from the wind and rain.
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