Poems /
St. John's rhymes
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Appušķoju laidariņu
By rowan twigs,
To izbada evil eyes
Midsummer night staigādama.
By rowan twigs,
To izbada evil eyes
Midsummer night staigādama.
Matt ladarāi medicine,
Vairijāsi to heifers,
To nenobūra cage,
To skauģītis nenoskauda.
Vairijāsi to heifers,
To nenobūra cage,
To skauģītis nenoskauda.
Aplīgoju govu barn
With nettles, dzeltenēm,
To witches apdzēlās,
Midsummer night staigādamas.
With nettles, dzeltenēm,
To witches apdzēlās,
Midsummer night staigādamas.
I threw fine nettle
In his govu lairage,
To witch sasazalda,
Midsummer night staigādama.
In his govu lairage,
To witch sasazalda,
Midsummer night staigādama.
medicine
By reaping the benefits of St. John\'s Eve:
The first hall thistle jerked
Witch in the eyes of a jab.
By reaping the benefits of St. John\'s Eve:
The first hall thistle jerked
Witch in the eyes of a jab.
I threw a sharp thistle
In his govu lairage,
For those buri nenobur,
To skauģīši nenoskauž.
In his govu lairage,
For those buri nenobur,
To skauģīši nenoskauž.
I threw a sharp thistle
In his cattle feedlot,
To witch Padures,
Midsummer night staigādama.
In his cattle feedlot,
To witch Padures,
Midsummer night staigādama.
I threw a sharp thistle
In his cows laiderā:
Powered witch cross šķēsu,
Do not run cows laiderā.
In his cows laiderā:
Powered witch cross šķēsu,
Do not run cows laiderā.
crooked, wrong, bridge Making
Witches across the run,
That they broke his neck
In the first race.
Witches across the run,
That they broke his neck
In the first race.
, witch, through the air,
Not in my playpen:
My yard was struck irons,
Needles roofs roofs.
Not in my playpen:
My yard was struck irons,
Needles roofs roofs.
, Janita, a black horse,
Apjāj my tīrumiņus,
To Burrito nenobūra,
To skauģītis nenoskauda.
Apjāj my tīrumiņus,
To Burrito nenobūra,
To skauģītis nenoskauda.
Jyudz Jōneiti, SERM zyrgu,
Sorgoj Moon teirumiņu:
Ion Dean raganeņa
Jōj, mīzeišus trauceidama.
Sorgoj Moon teirumiņu:
Ion Dean raganeņa
Jōj, mīzeišus trauceidama.
burdock fence aptaisīju
Around that my tīrumiņu,
There wizards run across
Midsummer night.
Around that my tīrumiņu,
There wizards run across
Midsummer night.
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