Ten tongues, ten tongues,

ten tongues in one head.

One went out to seek for bread,

to feed the living in the dead.



Blood darkens the stone, 

When night left none to see.

I cut a man’s throat and 

to a stake the judge chained me.



Flesh dropped from my bones, 

strung up to the sky for shame.

The top of my skull fell in,

bare and ragged in the rain



Ten tongues, ten tongues,

ten tongues in one head.

One went out to seek for bread,

to feed the living in the dead.



Oh, let the wind blow, oh let the wind blow.

His head was always towards Hasely.

Let the wind blow where it may.



Matted hair and thistle down,

in the weft of wood and clay.

A pair of birds built me a crown,

when hawthorns hung with may



It’s said when in their nest,

sat singing mourning songs 

Blue eggs strangely speckled red,

hatched out eight young ones.



Ten tongues, ten tongues, 

ten tongues in one head.

One went out to seek for bread

to feed the living in the dead.