Will you come to the merry wake,
my bonnie lassie?
Come to the merry wake,
my bonnie bride.
Come to the merry wake,
oh for your lover's sake.
Bonnie St Kentigern stands upon the line
All the day long we'll
be drinking like masons
Mixing the gunpowder into the wine
Fixing our liquor in baptismal basins
Bonnie St Kentigern
stands upon the line
Choirs of liars are silently keening
The gospel of woman, the mirror at home
Seeing the deniers,
they bring a demeaning
Religion that rose from the sewers of
Rome
The sound of our music
is shrouded in linen
The pipe and the drum
under cold iron sway
Venerable Lucian, a nobleman,
tremendous will
Lay down their weapons
and soon pass away
The whole of the kingdom is
clouded in brimstone
Sons against fathers and fathers
against sons collar to shoulder,
thy moon to shepherd near,
never was heard such confusion of tones.
In hour of mayhem, in time of misgiving
Some turned to pastor,
some turned to priest
Some would consort with
the miserable living
But we'd rather sport with
the gleeful deceased
So strike up the ceilidh
and lay down your burdens
The queen of the unseen abodes
in the room
It's not the round rial,
it's not the gay gardens
She'll dance a dark morse
all over your tomb
The ranton and the shaker
and the wife of the quaker
Under the cypress trees all join as
The glum undertaker will
take to their maker
Their bodies relieved
of all tiresome de mands
The scribes and the clerics
like tribes of hysterics
Will hectically dervish
and turn with their shams
Be merry until they heretically perish then
Ascend on their merits or
swing for their sins
And the Lord lends his everlasting arms
In an answer to your little prayers
For the womb that begets
And the worm that devours
So, flame yourself into
a cluster of rapture,
a new world will rise from the lens of evil.
Won't you come to the merry wick,
my bonnie lassie,
to the merry wick, my bonnie mae?
To the merry wick,
for your lover's sake,
you always owe me a cock
stride away.
Won't you to the merry wick,
my bonnie lassie,
to the merry wick, my bonnie mae?
To the merry wick, for your lover's sake,
you always owe me a cock stride away.
To the merry wake, bonnie lassie
To the merry wake, bonnie mae
To the merry wake for
your lover's sake
New world is on the outcrops right away
The world is only a clock straight away you