By Thorfinna gra’feldr MKA Melanie Fischer Ó May 30th, 2002
Sung to the tune of The Log Driver’s Waltz
Should you ask any gentle from the High Cliffs around
What the funny round shapes in the sky with the wings are
They’re likely to tell you without much surprise
You’ve probably seen our winged turtles
Chorus:
For they go soaring high above the white flowers
That’s where the Ardchreag turtles like flying
O soaring high above the white flowers
In the land of the High Cliffs the turtles fly fleetly
Many a land lays claim to a beast
To lead them in war time as champions in battle
A bear and a boar a hare and still more
But none are as fine as winged turtles
Chorus
A coach may be grand to travel the land
Or you might like a wagon that’s pulled by a donkey
A horse is quite fine but its bound to the earth
And I’d rather fly on winged turtles
Chorus
If you happen to see lots of Chreaggers about
With their hands on their foreheads, their fingers a wigglin’
You may find it strange to be greeted this way
But that’s just the way of winged turtles
Chorus
