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Bagpipe Melody for the Parish Ceilidh In the times of forgotten lore When my ancestors worshipped the woods, The folks of Constantinople Were washing everyday and taking their ease, Dressed in silken gowns and in brocade, And sensing therefore beautiful and sweet, While the curly fur was groomed by my ancestors Enhancing their small square feet. In the times of forgotten lore When my ancestors lived in a damp, cool hut All built of the grass from the dull old bog-- Stitched in to sheepskins their granny had reduce To measure to hold out the cold and fit them Of the snow in the Cairngorms, my ancestors got A bathtub every spring, whether required or not. As the women of Constantinople therefore reasonable With silver combs were brushing their lovely hair. In the times of forgotten lore St Patrick sailed down to the faraway house To inform us of Jesus and all He'd done To truly save us from death and to create us all one In Him for good to live 'neath His throne! Therefore were we baptised, with this sins washed away, And residing in peace for the Unclouded Day, Once the beauty of Constantinople will gray In the Light that illumines New JArusalem! No more are we savages, no more benighted, Our spirits today with True Faith and True Light are illuminated! Although we're but changes, it's true, however we must Remember that Faith that's been long within our body! And although for a period in darkness so drear We endured and came, our Good Shepherd expensive Got within the ocean, and suffered much to find Our bad Pictish people, His little lost lamb! If you really are a change, be true and be powerful To the Orthodox Faith, that the saints delivered! And when you yourself have time, and a couple of months to free, Don't waste it just shaving your early legs so square, Take a seat with a teacher and a guide to raise Your natural interest, to understand Koine Greek! Jane Emily Dashed off this very day after shovelling snow, all rights waived, an such like. Avoid Phyletism! Learn how to merge!