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The Twelve days of Yule

The first day of Yule, I gave my dearest dear
Sprigs of berried hollins from a bush at Buttermere.
The second day of Yule, from Borrowdale's lone fells
We heard down the valley, the chimes of far-off bells.
The third day of Yule, where children's voices rang
Besides the banks of Rydal, a robin bravely sang.
The fourth day of Yule, my dearest dear gave me
A shepherd's crook from Caldbeck, made from a hazel tree.
The fifth day of Yule, we saw the Northern Lights
Playing over Pavey Ark - greens and pearly whites.
The sixth night of Yule, below the Langdale Pikes
A bright eyed fox was drinking in one of Stickle's sikes.
The seventh day of Yule, we came down Striding Edge
Then watched the falling waters under Aira bridge.

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  • February 6
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    Poem to Song

    From guest Jacey Bedford (contact)
    We turned this poem into a song (music by Brian Bedford) and sang it on the Artisan Christmas tour in 2003 and 2004. It's recorded on the 2003 album by Artisan 'Silver and Gold' http://www.artisan-harmony.com People - particularly in North Yorkshire, loved it.