#obby oss

Mari Lwyd and ‘Obby ‘Oss Met upon a river’s cross, There they stood and bowed their heads Of ivory and hallowed dread. ‘Oss then straightened and declared We aren’t so different, ghostly Mare. Celtic songs and Pagan dance Join us here, so we might prance. The crooked coast is long, but one And roots run deep where we begun; The wind that blows from mountains tall Caress wild heaths of proud Cornwall. Golden hills and craggy moor; Bracken kissed below the tor. Rivers running in our veins Harken back to mountain rain. Pebbled inlets and golden shores Lapped by waters swam before, Footprints swept into the sea Ghost beaches where we’ll never be And up beyond the cliff’s embrace The beaten trails interlace. Winter shapes a rugged maw, Summer leaves us wanting more, Waiting for the Solstice day, When we both dance to light a way. The moonlight dancing in your eye, Is that which graces my own sky And if you look upon the stars That sky of yours is also ours. Mari Lwyd then turned and said; “Through Celtic love we both are wed. Though many hundreds of miles apart, We’re coast to coast and heart to heart”.