by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Fortune wags its tongue Along the walkways of the bathhouse They say the monk returned from Iceland Unearthly boon in stow He who possesses the Pin of Quib Is granted eternal beauty I am tired of men

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Fortune wags its tongue Along the walkways of the bathhouse They say the monk returned from Iceland Unearthly boon in stow He who possesses the Pin of Quib Is granted eternal beauty I am tired of men

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the gate!

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

We ascended the foaming stair To the mouth of the Hobthrush's cave Undecanted the hot wine from a nanny's throat And placed loaves on the greasy stones Our baby's lips are blue Our baby's eyes grow d

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

We ascended the foaming stair To the mouth of the Hobthrush's cave Undecanted the hot wine from a nanny's throat And placed loaves on the greasy stones Our baby's lips are blue Our baby's eyes grow d

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the gate!

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

She's fast asleep at Woden's feet Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk As a whelp fast to the teat She smote me then We've ever since been shadows Two beasts of one old soul If you rely on the

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Leaving the path Lured by an emerald I wander into the Bog of Names Now I'm stuck fast Calves sorry henges Glued with the silence of newts in the gloaming My leather flask Froze to my hand Globelets

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

She's fast asleep at Woden's feet Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk As a whelp fast to the teat She smote me then We've ever since been shadows Two beasts of one old soul If you rely on the

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Leaving the path Lured by an emerald I wander into the Bog of Names Now I'm stuck fast Calves sorry henges Glued with the silence of newts in the gloaming My leather flask Froze to my hand Globelets

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

There has to be more than this Is there no reason for me to exist But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves? How is it so A child can be bought for a year's worth of grai

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I steep the wool in a cauldron Of pummelled gall-nuts afloat in urine Add river-water thrice-boiled with a bloodstone Then let it breathe Under the beams While I prepare the lichen Half a fist of wi

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke Gradually emerges as we descend "Bring the goose my chi

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Here we are at the Fortress of Long Wings My fellows bristling with anticipation At slurp among their supperbowls A map of steam in the rafters overheard Shovelling it in I don't taste a thing Only a

by Richard Dawson on album Ogre

In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke Gradually emerges as we descend "Bring the goose my chi

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

Year 7s on a school trip to Featherstone Castle And some wee scallywag's brung A Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head On a shiny brass doorknob And has to

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

Year 7s on a school trip to Featherstone Castle And some wee scallywag's brung A Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head On a shiny brass doorknob And has to

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at 9: 30 AM in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital on the 24th May, sixty years ago today, dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum, swaddled in a blanket howling lik

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

There has to be more than this Is there no reason for me to exist But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves? How is it so A child can be bought for a year's worth of grai

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I steep the wool in a cauldron Of pummelled gall-nuts afloat in urine Add river-water thrice-boiled with a bloodstone Then let it breathe Under the beams While I prepare the lichen Half a fist of wi