Randa11F1agg t1_j8t4vop wrote
In the woods there grew a tree
And a fine fine tree was he
And on that tree there was a limb
And on that limb there was a branch
And on that branch there was a nest
And in that nest there was an egg
And in that egg there was a bird
And from that bird a feather came
And of that feather was a bed
And on that bed there was a girl
And on that girl there was a man
And from that man there was a seed
And from that seed there was a boy
And from that boy there was a man
And for that man there was a grave
From that grave there grew a tree
In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle wood
sinfultictac t1_j8uk5il wrote
KILLING ME WON'T BEING BACK YOUR APPLES!
Canadian_Donairs t1_j8ug1n4 wrote
I don't know where this version is originally from or where you found it but this is very very very similar to a song called "The Rattlin' Bog" from the east coast of Canada.
I grew up hearing this song played at Legions and firehall dances all the time.
Randa11F1agg t1_j8uqca1 wrote
FerdiaC t1_j8ugpfl wrote
It's from Ireland, but makes sense it's common in Eastern Canada.
whereyouatdesmondo t1_j8vblei wrote
It's time to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man.
(That's exactly where my brain went.)
NintendoGeneration t1_j8vom5l wrote
And the green grass grew all around and around, and the green grass grew all around.
MadJockMcMad t1_j8vsda4 wrote
Now for our more dreadful sacrifice
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